Chapter 210: Immortal-Demon Nine Molts, Return to Outside Qingzhou City

Battles between demons and monsters are the most brutal; aside from innate divine abilities, they mostly rely on powerful bodies to clash head-on.

Strong is strong, weak is weak; there is no logic to argue.

And at this moment, in this desolate land.

Shen Yi stepped on Xiao Yue, punching after punch, letting the other truly experience what a life-and-death struggle is.

"Awooo!"

The actions of the Demon King Xiao Yue gradually grew weak; where it had previously been able to tear Shen Yi's flesh and skin, now it could only weakly slap his arms.

Until that wolf demon's head was smashed into fragments.

A famous Demon King, right here in this remote place where no one could even shout its name, was miserably trampled underfoot and beaten to death by fists.

All its calculations lost their effect.

Because the other party had not answered a single word from start to finish.

Shen Yi gripped the fur on the other's neck, pulled it up, red light flickered in his eyes, his mouth opened slightly, and this withered body slowly withered away.

A full forty-six drops of demonic blood gathered into a mass and surged into his mouth.

Shen Yi slightly wiped the corner of his mouth, casually picked up its demon core, used the Kong Que red light to repair the injuries on his body, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

The spiritual sense returned to the main body.

The Dao Infant quickly shrank, returning to its previous form, sitting quietly in the Qi Sea.

Its consciousness had already been merged by Shen Yi; at this moment, it was merely a shell.

After the battle just now, the demonic power scattered on his body was entirely spent.

"Hah."

Shen Yi opened his eyes; the red mist in his pupils vanished, and he returned to normal.

The difference between Hunyuan and Wu Xian lies here.

Both place the spiritual sense in a container; either one controls the Yin Spirit to leave the body, or one transforms into a Dao Infant to reinforce the flesh; one cannot say which is superior, it is simply a different path.

【Slain a Hunyuan Realm Xiao Yue Wolf Demon, total lifespan fourteen thousand seven hundred years, remaining lifespan eight hundred and forty years, absorption complete】

【Remaining demon and monster lifespan: nineteen thousand eight hundred and twenty years】

The previous three demons and monsters brought a harvest of about seven thousand eight hundred years in total; adding this old wolf, the demon and monster lifespan almost broke the twenty-thousand barrier.

Shen Yi placed the Xiao Yue Demon King's inner core into his mouth.

He mobilized the demon and monster lifespan to pour into the Immortal-Demon Nine Molts.

This Nascent Core Realm body-refining technique is now about to be forcibly practiced by him to the level of the Hunyuan Realm.

A Hunyuan Realm expert, plus a body-refining physique comparable to this realm.

"..."

Malice surged in Shen Yi's gaze as he looked toward the direction of Outside Qingzhou.

Indeed, even if one receives protection from some faction, it does not mean one is safe.

There are simply too many accidents in the world.

To forge iron, one must be hard oneself.

As the demon and monster lifespan flowed away, the Xiao Yue Demon King's vast demonic power gradually condensed into form within the body.

Shen Yi stared at the panel prompt.

With the enhancement of the first eight molts, even forcibly capturing a Demon King was not the rambling of a madman.

The skin constantly cracked, then was quickly repaired by the red light.

A similar situation had only occurred when capturing Bai Lu; this meant exceeding the limit.

The last time it was because the body was not strong enough; this time, it was clearly exceeding the scope of the Immortal-Demon Nine Molts martial art.

【Six thousand seven hundredth year, your skilled technique seems to have lost its effect this time; your life force power is too meager compared to the Demon King's lifelong cultivation; too much violent resentment remains in the demonic power, and it instinctively crashes against your physique...】

Shen Yi sank his spiritual sense into the Qi Sea.

Transforming into a Dao Infant, he slowly stood up and looked indifferently at the raging demonic power: "You come out, but where can you go?"

The Yin Spirit hid in the corner of the Qi Sea and nodded in deep agreement.

It is just a matter of being eaten by someone; what is there to struggle for...

【Nine thousand six hundredth year, the demonic power in your body was suppressed and became much obedient; the violent resentment within gradually dispersed; after spending many years, you successfully tamed it, capturing a true Demon King within your body】

【Your hard-body physique has entered a new realm】

【Immortals and demons gather, Nine Molts complete】

In the instant the two lines of prompts swept past.

All the Immortal-Demon patterns on Shen Yi's body emerged in turn: the dragon, the mountain lord, the cold toad... until finally the Xiao Yue ferocious wolf!

The cracked flesh quickly healed, then grew increasingly solid and tough under the tempering of the demonic power; there was not a single flaw between the skin, perfectly natural.

With a mortal body, rivaling the Hunyuan!

Although he did not mobilize the Dao Infant, feeling the vast power within his physique, Shen Yi did not feel at all weaker than his previous self.

Both the physique and the cultivation broke through the realm.

Red clouds gathered beneath Shen Yi's feet, carrying him away once more, disappearing into the horizon.

Outside Qingzhou City, Zhen Mo Si headquarters.

The woman walked straight in; under the cover of that black cloak, no one could sense her aura.

Her steps were steady, but with each step, her figure leaped dozens of zhang.

A few passing Captains rubbed their eyes; they seemed to see a black shadow flash by, but when they turned back, they could not even see a shadow.

"..."

She closed her eyes and sensed for a moment, as though she had found something.

She turned and made her way to a secluded courtyard.

The woman walked slowly into the courtyard and came up behind the two of them.

Even though she had already drawn this close, Bai Ziming still showed no reaction at all.

The woman's gaze fell on the figure seated on the stone bench.

From within the cloak a fair, slender arm reached out, five delicate fingers slowly descending toward that figure's shoulder.

The instant she reached out—

Roar—

From inside the courtyard's room, a Profound Ice Jade Dragon roared and surged out, the entire yard blanketed in frost.

The woman casually raised her outstretched palm, clamped it onto the dragon's head formed of gathered Profound Ice sword intent, then suddenly exerted her strength—the densely packed sword intent instantly shattered.

She could only use the dragon's tail to send Bai Ziming and Jiang Yuanhua flying.

The hood slipped back, revealing a face of noble, untouchable beauty, utterly indifferent. She turned her gaze toward Jiang Yuanhua in the air, her crimson lips parting slightly.

The next instant, the Commandant's body suddenly withered and shriveled.

It transformed into drops of blood that burrowed into her mouth.

"..."

Jiang Qiulan stood at the doorway of the room, taking in the entire scene.

She stood with her arms at her sides, both hands slowly clenching tight.

Bai Ziming had been sent flying by the Profound Ice Jade Dragon to outside the courtyard. He had just scrambled up, face full of terror, when he heard his senior sister's voice.

"Run first."

"Run?" Bai Ziming panted in great gulps, then turned and fled into the distance, wanting to call for help, yet at a loss as to where to go. His senior sister and master were already the strongest in Outside Qingzhou—who else could possibly help them?

"Not bad cultivation. My son's death should have had a hand from you as well."

Lady Qinghua turned her gaze toward this Miss.

Jiang Qiulan calmly closed her eyes, a thread of blood seeping from the corner of her lips.

Crack! Crack!

It sounded as though something was frantically slamming against something.

Lady Qinghua lightly raised an eyebrow, and in an instant appeared before her, her hand gripping her neck.

The flesh was easily torn, yet she failed to wrench off her head as she had imagined.

Jiang Qiulan opened her eyes; within those dark, clear pupils, a chilling white mist surged forth.

"It shouldn't have been just now that you broke through, right?" Lady Qinghua said lightly.

"It's been a little while."

A cold light roamed beneath Jiang Qiulan's skin. Right after Shen Yi and Jiang Yuanhua had left, she had begun attempting a forced breakthrough, but she was still a bit too slow.

"You think you can stop me?" Lady Qinghua slowly loosened her grip—her fingertips were already coated in frost.

"Try."

Jiang Qiulan raised her palm; her slender fingertips resembled Profound Ice Jade Swords, radiating endless murderous intent.

Author's note: Did something stupid last night—hadn't touched a game in three months, ended up catching pets all night. Not in good shape today, one less chapter.

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