Chapter 631: Silencing the Witnesses (plus 800)

"Ah!"

Among the three great Demon Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators, the last one remaining, Di Sanshun, let out a miserable shriek, directly abandoned his Thousand Evil Banner, and prepared to turn into a streak of light to flee far away.

This could not be blamed on him losing his fighting spirit; it was truly because Aaron's performance was far too monstrous!

The might of this Black Sun Demon Fire was actually even more terrifying than those of the Demon Flame cultivators!

And... it was inexhaustible!

It made Di Sanshun practically think he was dreaming!

Why could the opponent release so much Demon Fire and still not have exhausted their lifespan?

He had originally thought he could exhaust the opponent to death, but he never expected that the one to be exhausted to death first would be himself!

"Senior Brother Zhang... I think those Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Sanshan Association probably can't hold on much longer..."

"Regardless of whether these two are watching the fire from the other side or are unable to rescue them in time... since they have seen this scene, we must kill them to silence them!"

"Block him!"

On the other side, a Black Blood Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator shrieked, not even wanting his Thousand Evil Banner anymore, and fled desperately.

Aaron switched to using a Flying Sword to silence them this time, precisely because he wanted to preserve some of the spoils.

After withdrawing the Ghost Mist, everything that had been shrouded became clear.

Hovering in the air to take the opponent's Storage Bag into his hand, Aaron retracted the Black Sun Demon Fire and then returned without stopping to collect the Storage Bags of Junior Brother Lin and Zhong Wuyou, incidentally cleaning up the battlefield, using his Divine Sense to inspect the ground inch by inch, exterminating the remaining remnants of the Thieving Maidens, then erasing traces and checking for any tracking markers...

Junior Brother Lin suddenly felt a piercing, bone-chilling burning sensation, his Dharma Power and Divine Sense on the Flying Sword were both heavily damaged, and he lost contact with his beloved Magic Tool.

Most thunder-type supernatural abilities possess a miraculous effect of breaking evil, and they are especially effective against Demon Cultivators and Evil Cultivators!

That person's Wind Spirit Wings flapped lightly, and he arrived behind the fleeing Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator, a cluster of pitch-black flames burning in his hand, which he pressed against the opponent's back.

"Hmm... this time we bravely fought the Demon Cultivators, the sect will surely reward us with quite a bit of merit, it's just a pity that several cultivators from the Sanshan Association unfortunately perished."

"No!"

The Black Sun Demon Fire is useful, but once used, there are no spoils left at all!

In the sky, there was only a turtle steering a Flying Boat Magic Tool, with a female cultivator lying on it, and many pitch-black Fire Birds guarding the side.

"The Demon Sect is the most miserable... nothing was left behind... no, there is one Top-tier Magical Tool 'Thousand Evil Banner', it just looks a bit miserable, and equally miserable is the 'Bronze Tripod'..."

Through verification, his unique attack method of wielding the Black Sun Demon Fire with Foundation Establishment cultivation, fusing spells, martial arts, and demon flames, was enough to run rampant among Foundation Establishment cultivators.

And the moment Junior Brother Lin's head fell, he realized that Senior Brother Zhang, who should have been by his side defending together, had already run away!

'Senior Brother, you...'

"What I'm killing are precisely the disciples and grand-disciples of Qingdan!"

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken; once he said this, Aaron's murderous intent surged even more, and he directly pinched a Dharma seal, pulling out another streak of Black Sun Demon Fire.

Senior Brother Zhang's eyes were about to split, and he struck out a Bronze Tripod; it was actually a Top-tier Magical Tool!

Peck!

The pitch-black falcon pounced on the Bronze Tripod, directly burning fiercely on this Top-tier Magical Tool.

"Besides this... there are several thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones, dozens of medium-grade Spirit Stones, some Spirit Medicine, some pills and Talismans... some materials... some cultivation Jade Slips... eh? Cultivation technique?"

Roar!

"Next mission, I'll give the fourteenth-level cultivation technique..."

Pfft!

A streak of Sword Light fell, severing his head.

Under the Black Sun Demon Fire, High-grade Magical Tools can be directly scrapped; only Top-tier Magical Tools, while damaged, do not suffer too severely if the burning time is not long.

Aaron made a snide remark at the corpse of little Zhong, but thinking that the person was already dead, he magnanimously forgave him and did not bicker with a dead man.

Even more unsettling was that the pitch-black figure, after finishing off the Demon Cultivator, turned directly toward this side and then chased over rapidly.

Senior Brother Zhang looked at this scene and finally despaired: "Who exactly are you?"

This Demon Fire deformed and twisted in mid-air... turning into a falcon, its speed surged, and it flew behind Senior Brother Zhang.

Senior Brother Zhang screamed, causing Junior Brother Lin to subconsciously fly out a Dharma Sword, pulling out a green glow over ten zhang long, stabbing toward that person.

Boom!

But this time, those streaks of Mother-Son Lightning were burned and gnawed away by countless pitch-black sparrows... quickly disappearing completely.

"Little Zhong is not being honest... what seller wants a large amount of Spirit Stones? He had already obtained the cultivation technique and was just waiting to slowly hold it over me in the future, right?"

Streaks of lightning carrying the power to break evil exploded among the army of pitch-black sparrows.

"This fellow Daoist... I... I am a direct disciple of the Qingdan Old Ancestor!" Senior Brother Zhang transmitted his voice while fleeing frantically.

Outside the Ghost Mist, the two Qingding Sect cultivators were still watching calmly: "It's time to prepare to make a move."

"This actual combat was quite rewarding, though..."

The Demon Cultivator didn't even let out a scream before turning into ashes.

Evil does not triumph over righteousness!

At this moment, his figure turned a few times and caught up to the fleeing Senior Brother Zhang again.

A terrifying streak of pitch-black flame, like a Fire Dragon, tore the Ghost Mist directly apart.

As long as one can escape with their life, losing a Top-tier Magical Tool is worth it!

But the next moment, he saw dense swarms of pitch-black Fireballs emerge, turning into an army of sparrows, surrounding him.

After some busyness, Aaron poured out the items from the several people's Storage Bags, burned the Storage Bags and suspicious items directly, and then counted the spoils.

His expression was gloomy as he unleashed the 'Mother-Son Lightning Technique' he was famous for.

Senior Brother Zhang suddenly felt a pain in his Divine Sense, but he did not look back.

The worldly-wise Senior Brother Zhang stroked his beard and smiled, looking quite self-satisfied.

……

"Not only do I have to complete missions, but I must also officially join the Sanshan Association before they give me the subsequent cultivation techniques? This little fellow is truly cunning... Bah!"

With Aaron's Artifact Refining skills, he could barely repair it and then use it himself.

"You don't need to know."

Aaron had a pitch-black sparrow burn away Senior Brother Zhang's protective magical barrier, then brought his sword down to take the other's life.

Following that, the person killed their way to his front and waved a hand.

But that person's figure twisted, dodging the sword radiance with extreme agility, then flicked a finger, and a trail of pitch-black flame landed on the body of the Flying Sword.

"I hope there are some good things in here."

Countless ghosts merely touched a bit of the pitch-black flame before screaming and turning into ashes.

Behind that person, a strange figure with cyan wings, covered entirely in pitch-black flame armor that didn't even spare their face, was in pursuit.

Aaron took out a white Jade Slip from Zhong Wuyou's Storage Bag, checked it slightly with his Divine Sense, and discovered it was actually the 'Mingyu Art' technique!

It even had sixteen levels!

That's right, it wasn't the fourteen levels that could cultivate to the early Golden Core stage as originally stated, but a sixteen-level technique that went straight to the late Golden Core stage!

"First complete a mission, then extort a large sum of Spirit Stones from me, and give me the fourteen-level technique. No... perhaps they'll just find some excuse to only give me the thirteen-level technique. Holding back the method for Golden Core!"

"This... this... this..."

Pop!

Those countless defenses shattered like soap bubbles, and finally, a wisp of black fire landed on this Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Demon Cultivator.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

A large amount of mist rapidly curled back into a tattered Thousand Evil Banner, looking as if its Essence Qi had been severely damaged.

He was filled with resentment, yet his consciousness could only helplessly sink into darkness.

As for whether it could contend against a Golden Core Ancestor?

Aaron did not know, nor did he want to try; in any case, he would treat it as unable to contend for now.

One must be this steady in doing things!

(End of this chapter)