Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Chapter 245 A Group of Uncouth Barbarians

The headless body twitched slightly on the ground.

Its thick arms, sharp claws, and the fine scales covering its skin all proclaimed its noble status.

The red-horned, golden-maned dragon immortal is the overlord of Hengshui.

Behind the surname Deng stand countless powerful figures; their mere stomp of their feet can cause the entire Hengshui River to tremble.

But now, Lin Shu shattered His noble red horn with a single punch and burned His golden mane with his blood and qi.

"Commander Deng————"

Song Qinghe was already prepared to negotiate with Lin Shu, and was even willing to set aside the authority of the Cangming Guard and make some concessions.

For example, watching helplessly as the group of thieves flees until they reach a certain distance, at which point the two sides resume their confrontation.

It's all because the head coach is so incompetent.

No one dared to face Madam Deng's wrath.

However, Song Qinghe never expected that before the negotiations even began, the young demon king would personally crush the only "bargaining chip" in his hand.

"Do you know that His life is also your only way to survive?"

Song Qinghe slowly stepped forward, his cracked face gradually becoming expressionless, letting the blood splatter everywhere.

Of course, it wasn't just Lin Shu; that was likely their only way out.

At this point, there's nothing more to say. The moment the young man threw his punch, everyone's life was no longer their own, but in the hands of Madam Deng.

If we capture these beasts and take them back to appease that woman's anger, we might still have a chance to survive, out of respect for the prince.

"kill!!"

Song Qinghe's lips split diagonally in the middle, like four pieces of rotten flesh, but this did not diminish the intense killing intent in his harsh voice.

The other two generals besides Him, as well as the six deputy generals, had already moved and were positioned in all eight directions.

The remaining Cangming Guards quickly merged into the water curtain.

The air became thick and sticky like mud, choking everyone's throats. Nine enormous water dragons roared and rose into the air, transforming into towering spears that plunged straight into the earth.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the continuous roar, they together formed a diamond-shaped restricted area.

"It's over."

Dongling's lips twitched violently.

She has an urge to slap herself twice.

You're so foul-mouthed, you'll get what's coming to you!

I used to think winning was too easy, but now my life is in danger.

The Water Dragon Formation is by no means a simple accumulation of magical power.

As more generals joined in, it became increasingly sophisticated and perfected, and its power doubled.

The Nine Dragons Formation is now at least ten times more terrifying than when it was used against Lin Shu. This is not a situation that a Nascent Soul cultivator could possibly break.

"Miss, what should we do?"

'

Ning Qingzhi stared at Deng Yao's corpse, the excitement on her face quickly fading.

Her mind gradually calmed down.

If the previous situation was more like a reckless prank that she found extremely exciting.

At that moment, things escalated.

Deng Yao's life is certainly not as important as that of Hengshui Wangsun or Luo Fengming, but he is by no means a nobody.

This feud cannot be resolved with a few words or by offering some compensation.

"He really is a bad person."

Ning Qingzhi bit her lip and looked at the young man not far away.

She knew that the other party must have some ulterior motive for making such a big show of things in Hanshan.

He said he would take me to finish these things before going home.

This was only the beginning, and Ning Qingzhi already had the illusion that she could never go back.

To be precise, it seems that the entire Ning family can no longer live in peace and seclusion.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

The most important question at hand is how they can escape from this Nine Dragons Formation.

"I'm out of ideas, but there's one last thing I can do."

Compared to the other direct descendants of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Ning Qingzhi has one advantage: she is never arrogant.

When asked by the maid, she simply and decisively opened her palm.

Lin Shu went to great lengths to bring her along, probably not just because he wanted her to die in the mortal world like Luo Fengming. Otherwise, there would have been no need for him to make a move back in Hanshan.

Thinking of this, Ning Qingzhi felt a little nervous and could only raise her voice to calm herself down.

She called out loudly, "Since you brought me here, you can surely take me out of here, right?"

'

Dongling staggered slightly.

What kind of method is this?

This grand formation is the means by which the Cangming Guards survive, establishing their unparalleled prestige.

With the three generals in charge, it was equivalent to deploying half of the strength of this royal guard.

If he wanted to break the formation alone, let alone Lin Shu being a carefree demon king, even if he were the reincarnation of Luo Fengming, he wouldn't be enough to defeat him!

As for the other party's "background" that could scare away the Ghost King.

It's good that Deng Yao is still alive.

Now that this person is gone, even if Cangming Guard wanted to let go, they wouldn't have the guts.

Upon hearing this, a chilling sarcasm appeared on the faces of Song Qinghe and the others.

You still want to leave now?

Let's ask Yama, the King of Hell, if he agrees!

However, Lin Shu, who was in the middle of the great formation, slowly raised his head and looked at the nine icy blue pillars around him.

The next moment, the young man withdrew his gaze, a barely perceptible hint of violence flashing in his eyes.

He casually replied, "Of course."

The young demon king had barely finished speaking when Song Qinghe's face was already contorted with sarcasm and murderous intent.

In an instant, the figures of the general and his deputies disappeared into the thick air.

Within this Nine Dragons Formation, no matter how powerful you are, you won't have a chance to use your skills. Every move they make is designed to take lives, without any fancy tricks.

Most cultivators can't even see how they died.

Lin Shu did not attempt to use her spiritual sense to search for the others in the turbulent and distorted mid-air before her.

He extended his right arm, his five fingers suddenly clenching.

A long, straight object appeared out of thin air in his hand.

His body was like a long spear, and his wide, black banners fluttered in the wind.

A rare treasure from the mountains and seas, the Heavenly Wolf Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

Lin Shu suddenly slammed the Soul Banner into the ground. As the ground cracked, the white mist that blotted out the sky seemed to be the souls of the dead buried deep in the abyss, and it frantically escaped from the crack.

This treasure is merely a rare item, of slightly better quality than the Liuying hairpin, but still inferior to the Qingxuan Lingxi pendant, and certainly not enough to alarm the well-prepared Cangming Guards.

If a single rare treasure from the mountains and seas were enough to break the dragon formation, then...

Then what kind of royal guards would they be?

Who would dare to lay a hand on a prince if they couldn't produce such a treasure?

"Wait a minute—" Song Qinghe, who had been hiding, suddenly realized something was wrong.

As white mist filled the surroundings, one after another, enormous Yin gods clad in golden armor gradually rose from the mist, their blue-faced, fanged faces appearing both ferocious and majestic.

These things clearly go beyond the realm of the dead.

But what is truly terrifying is not these imposing and seemingly troublesome Yin spirits.

The nine azure pillars that stretched from heaven to earth became twisted in the white mist, like the moon reflected in water or flowers in a mirror. There seemed to be an invisible barrier between them and the government office.

"Yin and Yang in disarray, the two realms merging?!"

Dongling stared blankly, her eyes wide open, and swallowed hard.

This is the authority that only the immortals of the underworld possess.

No, it shouldn't be called authority.

Even if this were done by a deity in the underworld, it would still be considered a violation of the rules.

To temporarily blur the boundary between Yin and Yang in a certain place.

This is equivalent to creating a separate entity within the gap between the two realms, even if it is very small, covering an area of ​​less than one rear office.

but----

In this place, neither heaven nor earth cares, nor do immortals and gods concern themselves!

Lin Shu did not break the Nine Dragons Formation; he merely separated the formation from the government office, which weakened most of its effectiveness.

This is not something that can be accomplished with just one rare treasure from the mountains and seas.

Even Ning Qingzhi had personally witnessed the battle between Lin Shu and the Ghost King.

I saw that chain taut between their hands.

But she never imagined that Lin Shu could do something like this.

This is not a technique that cultivators are qualified to master!

"call."

Lin Shu spread her five fingers and loosened the soul banner.

Accompanying his movements.

Thump, thump!

Nine figures, still in the act of pouncing, fell awkwardly from mid-air.

"Who...who are you?"

Sweat was already rolling down Song Qinghe's forehead.

Generally speaking, the methods of the demon race are almost always pieced together from various sources, and even the Heavenly Demon Palace is no exception.

But the young demon king before them didn't seem like a demon at all!

The other party seemed to be a direct descendant of a carefully cultivated immortal clan, with a complete system of magical treasures and methods, and even mastered some of the most fundamental immortal supernatural powers.

"Whoever he is!"

It was clearly a question that Song Qinghe asked subconsciously.

After regaining his senses, he immediately changed his words with a low growl, as if afraid that the demon king would respond.

His experience as a general of the Cangming Guard was far too rich.

He knew better than anyone how devastating a terrifying answer would be to morale in this situation.

"Kill him!"

Song Qinghe took the lead, and as soon as he landed, he grabbed a steel fork and lunged forward.

The Nine Dragons Formation was only partially isolated, losing many of its effects, but that doesn't mean it's useless.

These people were all covered by a layer of azure shadow.

The shadow had horns on its head, claws, and a tail, clearly resembling a humanoid dragon.

With this blessing, even in a one-on-one fight, they would not fear a direct descendant of the demon family like Ning Qingzhi, let alone having such a large advantage in numbers.

boom!

Hearing the strong wind coming from behind, Lin Shu didn't even bother to turn around.

The Moon-Devouring Wolf's magical power poured out as if it were free, making the Crimson Profound Legs formed by the Thousand Veins Earth-Covering Body even sharper and thicker.

Emerging from the black flames surrounding the youth like tentacles, they pierced through Song Qinghe's body, lifting him high before slamming him to the ground.

The next moment, he transformed into a raging stream of ghostly flames, bursting forth and engulfing the group of little dragons.

"Miss, it seems like there's a chance!"

Dongling was overjoyed. Led by Ning Qingzhi, and relying on the power of the Liuying hairpin, the two women managed to stop the three of them and even clearly gained the upper hand.

Although it may be a long time before we break through the formation, at least there is some hope.

Don't forget, everyone on the other side is here, but not everyone on our side is.

If either Yuan Yuan or Lao He were to arrive, they could change the situation again.

"It's really hard!"

Ning Qingzhi gritted her teeth and used the jade hairpin in her hand to slash the dragon shadow on the general opposite her. However, before she could even touch the other party's neck, she was forced back by the shadow that instantly healed.

Not only her, but Song Qinghe, who had been pierced by Lin Shu's sharp insect legs earlier, also charged back as if nothing had happened.

Faced with the dazzling light of the jade hairpin, the surging black flames, and the dense array of Yin spirits' blades and axes, the Cangming Guards seemed powerless to resist, but in reality, they were like unbreakable copper peas.

The so-called "gaining the upper hand" seems to have a hint of a slow death.

Boom! Boom!

Lin Shu's fists moved like dragons, blasting away two more figures.

After realizing that his defenses were too weak to break through, he actually swung his arm and pulled the soul banner back, using the sharp tip of the banner as a spearhead, and brutally swept it out!

Song Qinghe was unable to dodge and was struck squarely in the chest by the soul banner, sending him flying backward for what felt like the umpteenth time.

Looking at that figure moving with the ferocity of a demon.

Only one thought remained in his mind—horror!

Before the great demon's magic power is exhausted, even without the help of the demon's legitimate daughter, the nine of them alone probably wouldn't be able to cause it any damage.

Fortunately, it's just terrifying, not yet to the point of despair.

Because they are about to win.

Such intense close-quarters combat is extremely taxing.

Lin Shu's ability to endure until now is remarkable; she is someone of exceptional talent, and even if word of her existence were to reach Hengshui, it would be treated as mere rumor.

But the surging black flames will eventually become thinner.

"We won!!"

Song Qinghe's face was contorted with rage as he stared intently at the soul banner hurtling towards him.

Amidst the deafening roar, the sharp spearhead shattered the dragon shadow on his body instantly, leaving no chance for it to heal.

A tremendous force poured down from the top of his head to his entire body.

The general knelt on both knees, his bones shattered, and his rotten lips, split into four pieces, trembled violently.

He refused to lower his head, instead stiffening his neck and staring at the young man in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

One's own life may be in danger.

Of the original nine people, only eight remain, and Lin Shu can no longer even maintain her breathing.

"Ho! Ho!"

The others also turned their heads in surprise.

They were all observing the young demon king's condition, like wolves circling around a lion, staring intently at it, wondering if it still had the strength to stand up.

"Hang in there a little longer—"

Dongling felt her mouth and tongue were dry.

As long as Lin Shu doesn't show any weakness, he can maintain his invincible image in the eyes of these immortal descendants, and thus have the opportunity to hold out until the two come to his aid.

Ning Qingzhi's eyes flickered.

She noticed the slightly trembling arm of the young man standing with the gun, and his increasingly heavy breathing.

They were facing the battle-hardened Cangming Guards.

These wolf cubs are masters at capturing these details; how can you fool them with just a few words?

"I'm tired, I'm not playing anymore."

With a clang, Lin Shu decisively threw away the soul banner in her hand.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! He's already gone—"

Song Qinghe let out a hoarse howl, then abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence.

He blinked incredulously, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

The other party didn't seem to be feigning composure as he had imagined, but instead admitted with utmost honesty that he was exhausted.

But what does it mean to say————

What the hell do you mean, "we're not fighting anymore"?!

Is this some kind of joke? You think you can just stop fighting like that?

Immediately afterwards, Song Qinghe felt the disdainful look that Lin Shu cast at him.

The young man rubbed his aching wrist and said indifferently, "A bunch of uncouth barbarians."

It's hard to imagine that a scene of life-or-death struggle could become so quiet.

The cruel and fierce man who had just stepped into the inner court and was quick to throw punches had suddenly become refined.

They even look down on themselves and others who only know how to use fists and kicks?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Lin Shu suddenly closed her eyes.

His soul seemed to have been completely drained in an instant, and he appeared somewhat unsteady on his feet.

Unfortunately, no one noticed this rare moment of exhaustion and vulnerability in him.

Because everyone's gaze was occupied by an endless expanse of rough, dim yellow.

The consumption of the Free and Unfettered Technique is already too much for ordinary cultivators to bear.

Without the support of corresponding levels of internal energy, one's magical power would likely be exhausted after just one use.

Moreover, besides the Free and Unfettered Technique, this method is also a higher-level Mountain and Sea Immortal Technique, and it does not consume magic power, but the even more precious divine soul power.

The Nine Netherworlds Soul-Capturing Technique!

Even Lin Shu, after using the sacrifice, couldn't guarantee what state she would be in.

Unfortunately, his most frequently used body tempering method is temporarily lagging behind in terms of lethality.

Since that's the case—you, Demon King Lin, are actually a noble cultivator.

Lin Shu suddenly opened her eyes.

His pupils were like those of the Yellow Springs, leading straight to the deepest hell!

Song Qinghe and the other Cangming Guards suddenly found themselves in that dim, yellowish light.

The earth was lifeless.

They wandered aimlessly like lost souls, and when they looked around, all they saw was desolation.

Like an exile, unable to find a way back to their body.