The statue of the deity solemnly slaughtered on the altar is surrounded by incense.
The slightly thin young man stood quietly, his blood-stained palm resting on the handle of the knife.
The blade seemed to be drawn out in a leisurely manner, but in fact it penetrated the abdomen of Lord Jiaojun and the Fifth Prince in an instant, and then a green light suddenly appeared!
The clothes and flesh tore apart silently.
Shen Yi reached out and pulled out the Jiao Dan, then threw the opponent's body out of the temple.
The tall body of the middle-aged man transformed into the body of a hundred-foot-long dragon in a few breaths, and fell to the ground like an injured loach twitching on the mountainside.
"You continue."
Shen Yi nodded. Although he did not believe in God, he could understand the helplessness of these people.
There are people who believe this even in places like the past life, not to mention the troubled times where demons are everywhere. As long as they are not transformed by demons like the River God of Shuiyun Township, he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.
Turn around and step out of the River Temple.
The pilgrims who had originally lined up in a long queue were now in a panic. Even though Shen Yi had deliberately thrown the dragon farther away, the huge earthquake caused still caused many people to fall to the ground.
However, when they saw the young man in black robes walking out, the panic on their faces quickly turned into surprise, and finally they turned into dull expressions.
Dozens of demon hunters also looked at the dying dragon in confusion.
Then he saw Shen Yi walking towards the dragon, and with a wave of his hand, another ray of green light penetrated into its huge and ferocious head.
[Behead the Chengdan realm dragon, have a total lifespan of 5,100 years, and have a remaining lifespan of 1,500 years, and the absorption is complete]
The two demon-catchers with silver bells emboldened their courage, stepped forward and clasped their fists: "May I ask which one of General Chen's subordinates is it?"
Not to mention ordinary personal followers, even in front of the demon-suppressing general, the demon catchers don't have to be so restrained. However, the shocking scene in front of them still made them subconsciously add "sir" after the title.
"Shen Yi."
Shen Yi put the dragon's essence and blood into the silver bell in front of them.
The expressions of the two demon hunters suddenly became strange. It turned out that they were traveling together... But when did such a ruthless person appear among their traveling companions?!
"In which direction are the other two ends?" Shen Yi asked politely. Maybe the little dragon and Zhang Hengzhou have closer blood connections. The feeling of connection created by taking the dragon pill before, when chasing other dragons. Much weaker.
"..." The demon hunter sighed. They had seen clearly just now that the other party came by moving, and they probably knew that this matter had nothing to do with him and the others.
He no longer acted stingy and simply handed over the two wisps of the dragon's aura that he finally got.
"Then there's Lord Lao Shen."
Merit is due to merit, but before the general soldiers return, it is always a good thing to have two fewer people die.
"Thank you."
Shen Yi took the breath, grasped the dragon's beard and hair, took the huge corpse, and disappeared into the air again.
After he left, the mountainside became noisy again.
All the pilgrims in the temple poured out, staring wide-eyed at the skyline where the young man left, then rushed back to the statue of the god, jostling each other and kowtowing.
"The river god appears!!"
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Linjiang County, Shuiyun Township.
The river is no longer as calm as before. The waves are turbulent and rolling, like a bottomless mouth that preys on people, which is daunting.
Countless moiré-patterned ink shirts rustled in the slightly watery river breeze.
This place is located in the middle section of Yangchun River.
The old man wearing black light black armor holds the Hunyuan halberd in his hand, standing silently on the edge of the river bank, his scarlet cloak slightly dim.
In front of the vast Yangchun River, even the demon-suppressing general of the Baodan Realm who cultivated the Yin God seemed somewhat powerless.
Chen Qiankun didn't know whether Old Jiaolong was dead or alive, or whether he was still in Yangchun River.
But as long as the old dragon didn't show up, he could only stay by the river.
Because other than him, there is no other person in Linjiang County who can look down on the other party.
The person closest to Mr. Chen Qiankun is not a general, but a strong and muscular young man, dressed as a captain with three stripes.
"I finally took a bath for a while, and when I came out, I faced the Jiao clan who were in the Baodan realm. Isn't it a bit annoying for me?" Chen Qiankun smiled.
"No, I just feel that I am of no use and feel a little guilty." Fang Heng slowly clenched his palms.
"You are still young, but we old ones are useless and failed to buy you enough time." Chen Qiankun was a little sad. When he was young, his cultivation level was not as good as these little guys.
Thinking of this, he consoled him: "You are already someone your peers need to look up to. There is no need to compare with a group of old guys."
"Looking up?" Fang Heng laughed at himself and did not refute, but a figure inexplicably passed through his mind.
Just then, a demon hunter came quickly.
Chen Qiankun stopped smiling: "Have you ever captured them?"
This time, more than a dozen extremely experienced Yinling demon hunters came. It took three to five days, but there should be some gains.
"No, but..." The demon hunter stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.
"But what?" Fang Heng asked worriedly.
But he found that Mr. Chen had withdrawn his eyes and looked towards the sky.
Under the gaze of everyone in the Suppressing Demon Division, three huge dragons appeared in the foggy sky. Their dark scales glowed with cold light. Each of them was no smaller than the one in Qingfeng Mountain.
At this moment, they slammed towards the ground with lightning speed!
boom--
Many of the captains looked horrified and slightly covered their faces with their arms, subconsciously blocking the fishy wind coming towards their faces.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, they saw the young man walking slowly down from the corpse of the dragon.
Some people are unfamiliar with that fair face, but some people are extremely familiar with it.
"..."
Fang Heng held his breath and scratched his hair in confusion.
Chen Qiankun slightly raised his eyebrows and stared at the three notorious princes of the Yangchun Jiangjiao clan. They were all lifeless at the moment. Their abdominal cavities were cut open, and their death looks were very familiar.
Then, his eyes fell on the young man's face.
"Shen Yi has met Old General Chen."
The young man in a black shirt walked up to the crowd and cupped his fists slightly.
On his collar is a mark that belongs exclusively to Chen Qiankun. Logically speaking, the two of them should have been close friends for many years.
But at this moment, both of them looked businesslike... They didn't seem to know each other very well.
"But the three-headed dragon demons were all killed by Master Shen." The demon catcher shrugged and finished the second half of the sentence.
Hearing this, Chen Qiankun's face became a little more complicated.
He once glanced at the other person when he left Qingfeng Mountain. Now that we meet again, the young man still seems to be calm and reserved, but he seems to have changed drastically.
"I've actually been waiting for you."
The old man sighed, with a smile on his lips: "But I'm afraid you'll come to me."
The general has five extremely talented disciples. He, Chen Qiankun, has lived for more than 800 years, and he also wants a similar young man to inherit his legacy.
However, he feels that it is quite a waste to keep such talents by his side. For young people, joining the demon hunting talents is a more challenging but also a more beneficial choice for their future.
Speaking of this, he took a deep look at Shen Yi: "What I never dreamed of was that you and I would meet in this way."
A three-headed dragon who is no weaker than Zhang Hengzhou is given as a meeting gift...
It's a little too generous.
It was so rich that even the heart of him, a veteran who had been silent for a long time, was like the Yangchun River in front of him, stirring up turbulent waves.
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Chapter completed!