Chapter 107: Those Who Brushed Past Me

"Madam!" An eagle demon with black wings inserted on its back knelt half-way in front of Madam Chilian and offered a string of simple, plain prayer beads made of miscellaneous wood from the mountains: "That person asked me to give this to Madam."

Madam Chilian saw the prayer beads that had been counted until they were smooth, and took them in a daze!

"Is it actually this thing?" A complex and unspeakable look appeared on her face, and she was stunned for a long time. It wasn't until the eagle demon kneeling on the ground was sweating all over, secretly thinking whether his appearance in front of Madam had aroused the disgust of Madam's original body, that he heard Madam Chilian say lightly: "That's fine... You go down!"

"Does cutting off this last bond really make you feel easier?"

Madam Chilian sat on the throne and murmured in a low voice.

She held the prayer beads and remained silent for a long time... The hall was dark and quiet, revealing a trace of unsettling aura.

The eagle demon was sweating profusely on its back, and only breathed a sigh of relief after walking out of the dark hall, secretly saying: "Madam is getting more and more terrifying! Her joy and anger are becoming more and more unpredictable, and she often refines demons into demonic heads... In the future, it's better to explore more outside and not easily return to Qingyuan Cave!" As an eagle demon, it, like the weasel demon and chicken demon, had some restraint with Madam's original body.

The eagle demon itself felt tight when it saw the two mountain pheasant spirits in the cave, so it naturally understood this feeling.

It's just that the chicken demon was afraid of Madam's appetite when she saw them, while the eagle demon and weasel demon were afraid of whether Madam would feel uncomfortable when she saw them.

The eagle demon didn't bother to greet the familiar demons and left the demon cave in a hurry. Looking at the leisurely blue sky outside, the eagle demon felt a little more comfortable. It had hated narrow and dark environments since it was a child, so it didn't like staying in the demon cave with heavy demonic qi. Therefore, its cultivation was not outstanding, but relying on its ability to fly and the fact that the demonic qi on its body was not heavy, it was reused by Madam Chilian.

The eagle demon shook its body and restored its original appearance with a wingspan of several feet, flapping its wings lightly and flying toward the distance.

Unexpectedly, it had only flapped its wings twice when it saw a steep peak not far from the mouth of the demon cave, where black mountain stones were piled up into a beach. In a place where the beach was slightly flatter, a white-clothed scholar was leaning against a rock shaped like a lying cow, holding a wine bag and taking a sip toward the bright moon above his head.

He carried a long, narrow sword box on his back and sat in front of the open stone beach, as if he was afraid that demons wouldn't see him.

The eagle demon's sharp eyes instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and its body nimbly folded in the air. The giant black eagle immediately changed direction and flew toward the peak where the person was.

"Haven't eaten humans for a long time!" The eagle demon opened its claws that could grab a water buffalo, spread its wings, and glided, diving toward the position where the white-clothed person was.

The white-clothed scholar's peripheral vision seemed to see it, but he didn't turn his head, just continued to drink wine toward the moon.

When the giant eagle rushed to a hundred feet above his head, a sword light suddenly rose from the sword box on his back, shining like a streak of silk. The giant eagle didn't even have time to react before it was touched by the sword light in the air. Its feathers fell, and the sword light shot out, then immediately retracted into the sword box, like a flick of a finger and the extinguishing of electricity.

Only a huge black eagle fell in front of the mountain.

The sword light shone like a streak of silk, and it could be seen within a hundred miles... The demons guarding the demon cave were all shocked. The black bear spirit responsible for guarding the gate today secretly complained: "It wouldn't be that the group of people from that broken temple have killed their way to the door, would it!"

It hurriedly found someone to report to Madam Chilian, and had to bite the bullet and lead a group of demons to rush out of the demon cave. At this time, some great demons in the demon cave had been alarmed. An earth dragon demon, as thick as a fat pig and wriggling, slowly crawled out of the demon cave, followed by a toad demon full of poisonous sores on its face, and a swallow spirit with agile body movements.

The leopard spirit saw Yan Shu standing on a nearby peak from afar.

Just as it was about to change into its original body and pounce on him, a point of golden light pierced its head. It only changed into a half-human, half-leopard appearance before falling to the ground, and brain matter flowed out from the head of the corpse. A large yellow chicken stood on a higher place of the mountain body where the demon cave was, tilting its head and looking down at them.

Seeing its true body, the eagle demon's difficult brother, a yellow weasel, raised its tail and sprayed a foul-smelling yellow mist. The yellow weasel drove the yellow mist and pounced on Master Feng.

The large yellow chicken was not in a hurry. The golden light in its eyes flashed again, and it nailed a bull demon to death, not even looking at its natural enemy pouncing on it.

The yellow weasel had just flown halfway when a sword light rose, slashing it into two sections at the waist...

Yan Shu also swirled his sword light and landed in front of the demon lair. A group of demons desperately churned their demonic qi, raising all sorts of things—bull horns, deer antlers, ivory, and crocodile skin—in a chaotic mess. The demonic qi was even more intense and surging, but Yan Shu's sword light had been tempered within his Demon-Subduing Sword Box, gathering who knows how much sword qi. The Demon-Subduing Sword Box could store and accumulate the sword qi emitted by flying swords; Yan Shu had been tempering it with his true qi every day, and at this moment, this single sword pellet contained thousands of strands of sword qi.

Driven by the method of Sword Light Differentiation, it could temporarily differentiate into sixteen sword lights with no difference in power, equivalent to sixteen flying swords coming out together.

At this moment, Yan Shu's sword light shook, and he only differentiated into six sword lights, which were like cutting melons and vegetables, killing at least half of the group of demons at the mouth of the demon cave. Wherever the sword light went, it slashed both the demonic body and the demonic soul.

Only the earth dragon great demon, after being slashed by the sword light, wriggled its body and actually split into two earth dragon great demons.

"The soul of this monster can actually be split... No, this demon has no soul, and its intelligence is actually the demonic thoughts parasitic in its flesh!" Yan Shu reminded his companions.

The earth dragon opened its mouth and spat out a stream of mud, containing poisonous mud, spraying toward Yan Shu, but was covered by the silver light released by a silver ring. The silver light fell, binding the earth dragon great demon in the silver light, and then heard a delicate shout from above: "Look at my Pingyang Merit Seal!" A jade seal slowly became larger, the bottom flashing with awe-inspiring divine light, falling with an irresistible momentum.

The group of demons underground hurriedly avoided it. Only the earth dragon great demon could not avoid it. Under the jade seal, it was smashed into meat paste.

The crimson cloud seal script clearly manifested on the meat paste, firmly suppressing the earth dragon great demon. The earth dragon great demon was peculiar and could split its demonic soul, which was worn away by the seal script. It struggled a few times before it was completely extinguished.

Si Qingguo held the jade seal in her hand and smiled: "With the Demon-Binding Silver Ring, I can finally slowly activate this Pingyang Merit Seal! No need to use it only once and consume nearly half of my magic power. My father always tells me not to shout loudly when fighting, but shouting really has more momentum... Now that there are several Yan Shixiong Brothers and Yan Shixiong Sisters, I am not afraid that those demons will be on guard in advance!"

"Eat my Frost Dragon Blade..."

The short blade in her sleeve shot out like electricity, beheading the gecko demon that had used its severed tail to turn into a fake body to lure her while its true body escaped.

From Si Qingguo's sleeve, another stream of talismans rushed out, turning into countless spells and blasting directly into the demon cave. Countless golden knives, ice spears, wind blades, and fireballs burst out, and countless spells roared and exploded.

It was like a bear child stuffing a whole box of fish torpedo firecrackers into a mouse hole. The demon cave emitted a "poof" sound. At this moment, countless spell torrents surged into the depths of the demon cave. I don't know how many small demons were confused and settled their accounts in the cave.

How many great demons were waiting to rush out of the demon cave to fight, only to have spells smeared on their faces.

A red-backed wild boar demon carrying its own tusk lotus mace rushed out of the demon cave, screaming wildly. One of its eyes had been blasted to pieces, and its face was bloody and blurred.

Ning Qingchen's sword light flashed, slashing this angry wild boar spirit to death.

Si Qingguo laughed heartily as she piloted her flying shuttle above the demon lair, completely disregarding any decorum. She fired a few more Yin Thunder pellets from her hand, blocking the next wave of demons inside the cave and blasting them again. This time, the next wave of demons took a full half-stick of incense's time to recover before rushing out of the demon lair once more.

Yan Shu rolled his sword light and killed a few more demons, feeling a bit worried in his heart: "We are attacking and killing strongly here, although we have attracted most of the attention of the demon cave, Junior Qian Yan Shixiong is still very dangerous... He went deep into the demon cave alone, and we are attracting demons here to share the pressure for him. If there is any accident, it will be difficult to rescue in time."

Ning Qingchen also came to Yan Shu's side at some point, looking at the deep demon cave and said: "Qian Yan Shixiong's strength is unfathomable. Although he has always said that he only has one percent of his power, everyone knows that this is a joke. Since he dares to go deep into the enemy's nest, he must have full confidence. We should believe in Qian Yan Shixiong..."

"Good! Then let's add some effort and lure out the other demonic general!"

Yan Shu nodded and urged his sword light again. The sword pill immediately retracted into the sword box on his back. The sword box trembled slightly, and suddenly sprayed ten thousand sword qi, gathering into a long dragon of sword qi, covering the sky and earth toward the demon cave. In front of that immeasurable sword qi, the group of demons were like facing heavenly might... Some demons had their nature flare up, their eyes turned red, and they rushed toward the sword qi crazily.

That crazy figure disappeared in an instant in the sword qi... not even a trace of ash was left.

More demons were like facing their natural enemies, already unable to move, only knowing to stay in place and tremble.

After killing hundreds of demons in an instant, Yan Shu didn't know if the previous alcohol had just gone to his head, or if he was like drinking mellow wine while the sword qi was crisscrossing. His face was as red as a heavy date, tipsy and floating, obviously very satisfied. But his killing addiction was too great, and this satisfaction faded away in the blink of an eye, making him generate ten times the killing intent.

If it weren't for Yan Shu's Dao heart never falling, and his eyes being very clear, Ning Qingchen would even suspect whether this Yan Yan Shixiong Shaoqing would kill with excitement and rush directly into the demon cave.

That group of demons in the demon cave had long been in a mess. The four killing stars at the mouth of the cave killed as many as came, looking like cutting melons and vegetables, making the demons tremble with fear.

Qian Chen, dressed as a Daoist boy, walked between these caves.

He walked with his hands behind his back, as carefree as a young man on a spring outing, walking openly and honestly. Apart from the umbrella on his back, he had not a single magic treasure on his person. Just then, a squad of demons hurried past. One demon caught sight of the conspicuous white color within the demon lair and pointed, saying, "What is that?" Qian Chen's expression did not change, and he continued to walk slowly. His figure crossed paths with the line of sight of the demons. Only after he had walked past did he reveal the young nun in white linen monk robes who had appeared beside him, though no one knew when.

The nun held a broom, as if she had just been sweeping, and just happened to look up. Her eyes carried a little innocence, and she looked at the group of demons.

She revealed an innocent smile, as if these demons with ferocious faces and bloody bodies were just kittens and puppies.

Qian Chen turned his back to the demons, the two of them one in front and one behind, one facing the demons and one with his back to the demons. They just walked away from each other.

Qian Chen continued to walk leisurely, but a few breaths later, a soundless and colorless sound came from behind, only a slight vibration, as if something had vanished silently.

A young man in black with a pale and sorrowful face... his long blade was like silk, and the blade light was like blood.

A young man in a Daoist robe, full of righteous energy and heroic spirit... the white pure yang true fire fell like snowflakes, burning a ground of residual ash.

A wooden-faced middle-aged man with a black face... his martial arts gang qi was like a divine spear. Every punch and kick was like a divine spear stabbing out, picking up a team of demons and stabbing them to death, and the corpses fell all the way.

A monk as delicate as a woman... his expanded Vajra body was like a giant, bathed in the light of perfection. Every punch and kick carried infinite power. A bull demon stabbed at his chest with its horns, but the monk's delicate face didn't change at all, as if it were scratching an itch. The monk patted down lightly with one palm, but the bull demon shook all over, dirty blood seeped from its mouth and nose, and it collapsed with a bang. Half of its head and the bull horn collapsed together.

The places Qian Chen walked past left behind one person after another of various shapes and colors, brushing past them without looking back. ===== CHAPTER 108 =====