Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Chapter 151 My Master, Title: Moon Devourer

The moment Qian Yiru betrayed the Immortal Sect, Lei Shouren's death was almost a foregone conclusion.

Because he held the Great Seal of the Steed, he was also the most skilled cultivator among those present in the Qi Gathering Technique of the Demon Slayer Division.

It is highly likely that the demonic aura of this sect leader disciple will be brought back to the prefectural city, exposing his whereabouts.

However, he could die at the hands of Qian Yiru, or he could die at the hands of that mysterious man.

But no one thought of that.

In the end, Lin Shu, who came to take credit for him, will personally break his throat!

The enormous, battered and bruised black spider, somewhat exhausted, clung to a mountain peak, looking around in a daze.

The two remaining close followers were suspended in the sky as if struck by lightning. Even with the Junni Seal right beside them, they suddenly felt completely unsafe.

Although the ugly man severely injured Lei Shouren, he also attacked Qian Yiru.

Having concealed himself until now, whose side is he on?

It could be said that this person's stance even has the potential to change the current situation.

Until that phrase "Master Lin" came out.

Everyone fell silent, finally realizing who truly held the reins of the situation.

This man, whose strength was unfathomable, was actually Lin Shu's servant!

This means that, in this bizarre situation, their lives were quietly seized by a Core Formation cultivator.

The question Lei Shouren asked before his death had only two possible answers.

Either make a plan, or don't.

But what does it mean to say "not needed anymore"?

"————"

Qian Yiru stood with his hands at his sides, looking slightly lost in thought.

The gaze that had been fixed on the ugly man with apprehension slowly shifted to the leisurely figure in the air.

He finally realized something was wrong.

The languidness in Lin Shu's demeanor can be interpreted in more than one way.

Everyone assumed that he was taking the demons in the mountains seriously because he had many Golden Core cultivators supporting him.

But it can actually be interpreted from another perspective.

For example, the entire situation was firmly under its control, and the other party paid no attention to the demons or anyone else in the arena.

But can a single, powerful servant really accomplish this?

Just then, Qian Yiru suddenly noticed that the handsome young man was looking at him.

[Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace of their victims, those who kill a spirit are rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver, plus two coins of karmic fire essence.]

"A commendable pledge of loyalty, here's a reward."

Lin Shu casually tossed the headless corpse at Qian Yiru's feet.

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Xu transformed into a streak of light and rushed over, taking out a scarlet pill from his storage bag and handing it to the other party.

The provisions made from Yu Qiheng's flesh and blood have already been distributed, and even these little demons each received a portion.

This item may not be particularly valuable, but it serves as proof.

It means that I have what you need.

Moreover, once one consumes the flesh and blood of the immortal offspring, there is no turning back.

"Heh."

"

A simple sentence caused Qian Yiru's mind to tremble. He stared intently at the pill, his breathing suddenly becoming heavy and disordered.

He recalled the strange attitude the master and apprentice had towards him.

Now, finally, we have an answer.

He thought he had hidden it well, but in reality, everything had already been seen through.

But why were those master and disciple so deeply involved with the demon?

Just as the disciple in charge of the mountain was lost in thought, a joyful voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Congratulations, Brother Demon, on gaining another formidable general!"

The two demon lords cupped their hands in congratulations, their expressions so complex they defied description.

What was a catastrophe for his group of demons from Anren Prefecture was, in the eyes of this young demon lord, merely a test for Mo Xia.

Even renowned figures like Lei Shouren and Chen Ziheng were nothing more than a pledge of allegiance.

No wonder the other party was so relaxed from beginning to end.

Night Demon Lord smiled bitterly; his previous schemes seemed inexplicably superfluous at this moment.

The anticipated all-out battle has now turned into a situation where neither of them has even had a chance to make a move.

"Brother Demon—"

Qian Yiru silently pondered these two words.

He finally understood everything.

Clearly, this group not only contains the sect leader disciple who intends to become a demon, but also a genuine demon lord!

No, Lin Shu didn't hide anything at all, and she didn't try to conceal anything from the very beginning.

The other party only said they came to take a look, without specifying their stance.

As for what others want to see—it's obviously themselves.

"Don't get distracted, the pill is fine."

Old Xu gently advised, "Can't you smell your master's scent? Take it quickly."

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"Yi Ru thanks the Demon Lord for his generous gift!"

Qian Yiru sighed softly and raised his arm to bow towards the sky.

If one wishes to become a demon, one must do so discreetly.

Compared to this demon lord's unrestrained travels in the human world, it was like childish play, utterly unworthy of respect.

After thinking it over, he reached out and took the pill, then resolutely put it into his mouth.

The sect leader once again mobilized his demonic power, reassembling the sword shadow: "This matter is not yet over—"

Since we're going to pledge our loyalty, we should see this through to the end.

"Take a break."

Lin Shu watched as the sect leader took the pill, and finally looked away.

Another casual instruction caused Qian Yiru to fall into a daze once again.

Taking a break?

There was also a mid-stage Golden Core Immortal Descendant and two early-stage Golden Core attendants in the arena.

At the same time, everyone suddenly sensed a terrifying sharpness.

They didn't even see Lin Shu mobilize her spiritual power; she simply waved her sleeve casually.

In an instant, a crimson divine blade that stretched across the sky tore through the clouds and slashed down fiercely from the heavens!

The eight-legged spider had already expended most of its magical power in its previous confrontation with the sword shadow.

Even the immortal body was badly damaged.

The moment he saw the two demon lords offer their congratulations.

Chen Ziheng forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart and slowly began to crawl backward.

He was racking his brains trying to figure out how to escape when he saw the suddenly revealed scarlet sword blade.

The giant creature suddenly spread its eight spider legs and turned to flee for its life without the slightest hesitation.

And that howling divine blade arrived in an instant!

Boom!

With a series of deafening roars, the mountain ridge suddenly split open, revealing a terrifying abyss.

The enormous black spider was cleanly and decisively sliced ​​in two by the sword blade, which was filled with a violent aura.

[Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace of their victims, those who kill a spirit are rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver, plus two coins of karmic fire essence.]

After unleashing the divine blade, Lin Shu didn't even bother to glance at it again, casually clenching his fist.

The raging blood and qi transformed into a majestic half-bodied monster, appearing out of thin air in the sky, its two thick and strong arms moving horizontally.

The Junmao Seal, which would severely suppress even Night Demon Lord and Qian Yiru, had no effect on him whatsoever, and he was easily blasted away.

Two scalding hot, giant hands suddenly clenched tightly.

The remaining close followers and generals had not even had time to withdraw their spiritual power from the Suanmao Seal before they were grasped into that palm.

Click! Click!

A vast and powerful force surged forth, and the churning blood energy could even melt away the flesh and blood of cultivators.

The sound of bones shattering echoed across the sky.

When the two enormous blood-red palms slowly unfolded, their palms were already empty.

[Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, those who repair bridges and roads leave no remains, those who kill a spirit are rewarded with five thousand taels of silver, plus one coin of Karmic Fire Essence.]

Two identical prompts appeared in succession.

A surge of crimson blood energy swept back and entered Lin Shu's body.

He reached out his palm towards the void.

Under the watchful eyes of many, a ferocious-looking, blood-stained dragon leaped out from the lush forest and transformed into a hideous black sword in its hand.

Only then did everyone notice that Qian Yiru was fighting against the four Golden Core cultivators.

The group of lieutenants and captains who had been hiding in the mountains and forests had all disappeared without a trace.

"call."

Lin Shu let out a soft breath.

We had a great time eating.

Moreover, apart from the magical power that had been poured into the Divine Jade in advance, not a single coin of the prepared donation silver was touched.

have to say.

Yu Qiheng's soul, the Mountain God Mirror, and even the sect leader's disciple are truly useful.

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Looking at the empty sky, Qian Yiru suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.

Under the suppression of the handsome seal, Lin Shu, who hadn't even bothered to form any incantations, casually unleashed a sword strike that actually made even the sect leader, a disciple specializing in sword techniques, feel a strong sense of danger.

His voice was hoarse: "I haven't even asked which demon lord I've joined."

Before the words were finished, the demon lord and demon generals who had been in a daze at the summit all came back to their senses at the same time. Unable to suppress their doubts, they cast their gazes at them with curiosity.

Old Xu straightened up slightly, his expression unusually serious.

He didn't raise his voice intentionally, but his words were clearly heard by everyone.

"My Demon Lord's title is Devourer of the Moon."