Chapter 245

"Good treasure, good treasure!" Zheng Danlian laughed loudly. Although he had tried his best to overestimate it before, after the actual battle, he found that he had still greatly underestimated the combat power of the mechanical black snake.

"Come back." Zheng Danlian controlled it secretly.

But the next moment, his expression changed slightly.

The mechanical black snake did not respond instantly; it took a full three breaths before it was controlled by Zheng Danlian to swim back.

The remaining Jin Dan cultivators did not pursue for a while—they were all shocked by the power of the mechanical black snake.

The Taiqing Palace true disciple covered his severed arm, still feeling lingering fear in his heart: "This is definitely not an ordinary Night Rain Demon Soldier!"

The Zixiao Pavilion true disciple also stared fixedly at the mechanical black snake, his heart shocked: "I didn't expect that in Fire Persimmon Immortal City, a small Zheng family would have mastered such a sharp mechanical weapon."

"Hahaha, I'm back!" Zheng Shuangou returned to the clan grounds.

And the clan grounds had long since raised a huge defensive grand formation, and its power was fully activated.

Zheng Shuangou fighting in the formation would surely have a huge terrain advantage.

"Uh!" Zheng Shuangou's laughter stopped abruptly.

He widened his eyes and looked at his hands.

The Demonic Scripture he was holding in his hands was rapidly dissolving, like ashes floating away after paper is burned.

Soon, Zheng Shuangou had empty hands.

"Wh-what's going on?!" Zheng Shuangou was stunned.

"Hand over the scripture!" Luo Shang, who didn't see this scene, commanded the ghost generals to kill again.

Zheng Shuangou hurriedly shouted: "Wait, there's a problem with this scripture!"

"There's no problem, a scripture is a scripture!" The Taiqing Palace true disciple sneered.

He had personally felt the profound meaning of the scripture entering his mind, so he was very certain that this was the scripture.

Even though Zheng Shuangou hid in the family formation, the Taiqing Palace disciple was also crazily attacking the formation light shield, wanting to take back the Demonic Scripture.

"Demonic heretics, how dare you continue to attack our clan formation!" Seeing his own clan grounds being affected, Zheng Danlian snorted and rushed over at full speed.

The mechanical black snake followed closely by his side.

Zheng Danlian soon faced the Taiqing Palace true disciple.

He reached out and summoned, and the mechanical black snake flew up, deforming in mid-air. By the time it landed in Zheng Danlian's hand, it had already turned into a long-handled sickle.

The sickle was completely pitch black, without a trace of any other color. Its aura was extremely restrained, restrained to the extreme, almost like the most ordinary object.

Zheng Danlian held the sickle and slashed fiercely at the Taiqing Palace true disciple.

The Taiqing Palace true disciple stood still.

In an instant, he felt as if he were in the night rain, desolate, sorrowful, painful, and desperate!

His eyes became unfocused.

He was cut into countless pieces, and blood, magic power, and so on all surged out.

This was just a single slash of the sickle.

All the Jin Dan present, including those of the three-family alliance itself, gasped, truly feeling that the sickle was incredibly strong!

Zheng Danlian himself was also stunned.

The next moment, he loosened his palm, and the sickle in his hand deformed again, turning into the mechanical black snake.

The black snake swam quickly, directly crushing the countless pieces of flesh and blood of the Taiqing Palace true disciple, and then opened its snake mouth, swallowing the Taiqing Palace true disciple's Jin Dan directly into its belly.

Zheng Danlian felt extremely cold in his heart!

Because this series of actions by the mechanical black snake was not controlled by him at all, but was the mechanical black snake acting on its own.

"This, this demon soldier is still unruly and bloodthirsty; our previous refining plan... failed!"

Everyone was shocked.

The battlefield suddenly fell into a dead silence.

All along, although the group of Jin Dan fought, they were relatively restrained and did not wantonly slaughter civilians or destroy the city.

Because they all knew that Meng Kui, the Nascent Soul-level City Lord, was on the top of the mountain in the clouds.

No one expected that the black sickle would directly cut off a Jin Dan.

And it was so clean and neat!

All the Jin Dan cultivators present, including Zhu Xuanji and Zheng Danlian, felt a chill down their spines.

They put themselves in the other's shoes; if they were the Shadow Demon Cultivator—the Taiqing true disciple, could they have resisted the fierce power of this demonic sickle?

No one had such confidence.

The things of the Night Rain Dynasty were vastly different from the current principles of cultivation and were difficult to defend against.

Looking at Zheng Danlian holding the black sickle, everyone's fighting spirit was like encountering extreme cold snow, extinguished all at once.

The first to leave was the Shadow Demon Cultivator—the Zixiao Pavilion true disciple.

As for Sun Lingtong and Yang Chanyu, they had already left midway through the chaotic battle.

"Do not use this demon soldier again." Zhu Xuanji dropped a sentence and chased after the Shadow Demon Cultivator—the Zixiao Pavilion true disciple.

Zheng Danlian reacted, holding the long-handled black sickle, and shouted: "I killed the Shadow Demon Cultivator! Someone, collect his corpse; this is my, my Zheng family's contribution to Fire Persimmon Immortal City!"

However, the next moment, a ghost general appeared beside the corpse of the Shadow Demon Cultivator—the Taiqing Palace true disciple.

The ghost general clapped its hands with a cheeky smile and shouted: "It's over, it's over, this person is a true disciple of the Taiqing Palace!"

"You're talking nonsense!" The two Jin Dan of the Zheng family instantly changed their expressions.

Other Jin Dan also changed their expressions and looked at the corpse one after another.

Zheng Shuangou realized something was wrong and hurriedly ran to the corpse, wanting to collect it.

But at this time, another ghost general appeared and blocked Zheng Shuangou.

Just as the two sides were about to start a war, Zheng Danlian shook the black long sickle in his hand. In just an instant, one Jin Dan-level and one Qi Refining-level ghost general were all cut into countless pieces.

But it was too late.

Luo Shang's voice came again: "Fire Persimmon City Zheng family, have you thought about how to give an explanation to the Taiqing Palace? Hahaha."

His laughter was full of schadenfreude.

And on the other side.

"Zhu Xuanji, you can't catch up with me, give up on this idea." After the Zixiao Pavilion true disciple left the immortal city, he finally exerted his full strength.

His body was like purple lightning, his speed soared to the limit, and he quickly disappeared into the sky.

"Zixiao Pavilion!" Zhu Xuanji saw the origin and also found that the other party indeed had a strong speed advantage; after thinking about it, he turned and returned to the city.

There, there were more important things to solve.

Not long after.

In the Zheng family's meeting hall.

Zhu Xuanji and the Jin Dan of the three families all looked solemn, and the atmosphere in the hall was very oppressive.

Regarding the black long sickle and the extremely unlucky Taiqing Palace true disciple Jin Dan, everyone discussed for a while, but there was no reliable way to deal with it.

And the Demonic Scripture they had high hopes for, Zheng Shuangou had only comprehended it to the fifth level of Qi Refining.

After the meeting, Zhu Xuanji hid his original appearance and aura and walked alone in the street.

"Things have blown up." He frowned and sighed deeply.

Killing the Taiqing Palace true disciple in the chaotic battle made the Zheng family face a disaster.

Should he protect the Zheng family or not?

Can he protect them?

These were all things Zhu Xuanji had to consider and carefully weigh.

If he didn't protect them, the three-family alliance he had worked so hard to pull together would immediately fall apart.

But if he wanted to protect them, he would have to face accountability and face the Taiqing Palace, a super sect. This was very terrifying.

This put Zhu Xuanji in a dilemma!

"How did things develop into this state?"

"This Night Rain Demon Soldier is much more evil than I imagined."

"How did the Zheng family get it?"

Zhu Xuanji knew that the Zheng family had obtained this opportunity from the Lava Immortal Palace. But he had never delved into the specific content.

Today's battle made Zhu Xuanji deeply understand how fierce this demon soldier was!

This undoubtedly broke Zhu Xuanji's original plan.

"The good news is that the Shadow Demon Cultivator appeared."

"The bad news is that there is more than one Shadow Demon Cultivator, and I didn't catch a single one."

"Strange..."

A strange feeling always lingered in Zhu Xuanji's heart.

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what was strange.

When he came back to his senses and returned to reality, Zhu Xuanji unexpectedly discovered that he had actually arrived in front of Ning Zhuo's residence again.

"In any case, this time the Demonic Scripture fell into the hands of Zheng Shuangou, and the danger on Ning Zhuo's side has dropped by a large margin..."

"..." Zhu Xuanji suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

He just stood outside the courtyard gate, staring quietly at the house in front of him for a long while.

He entered the room and saw Ning Zhuo again.

Zhu Xuanji smiled, with a little golden light hidden in his eyes: "Ning Zhuo, I used you as bait before, making you take quite a few risks."

"This time, I will reward you with a cultivation technique, thank you for your cooperation."

Ning Zhuo pretended to be overjoyed, his eyes shining, and hurriedly asked for advice: "Lord Zhu, I wonder what cultivation technique it is?"

Zhu Xuanji smiled slightly: "Demonic Blood-Tendon Technique."

"Demonic Blood-Tendon Technique?" Ning Zhuo chewed on the word, as if he had heard it for the first time.

Zhu Xuanji didn't see any flaws and said again: "Before practicing, let me test your foundation to see if you are suitable for this technique."

"Come, reach out your hand, I will check your three dantians and finally evaluate your aptitude."

Ning Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, and he had to bite the bullet and say: "Thank you, Lord Zhu!"