Chapter 151: Cutting three Jiao as a greeting gift

The statue of the god solemnly slaughtered on the altar is haunted by incense.

The slightly thin young man stood quietly, his blood-stained palm resting on the hilt of the knife.

The blade that seemed to be unhurried and unhurried was actually stabbed into the abdomen of the fifth prince of Jiaojun in an instant, and then a flash of blue light appeared!

The clothes and flesh were silently torn apart.

Shen Yi stretched out his hand and pulled out Jiaodan, and threw the other party's body out of the temple by the way.

The tall body of the middle-aged man turned into the body of a hundred-zhang long dragon in a few breaths, and fell to the ground with a bang, like a wounded loach coiled on the mountainside.

"You go on."

Shen Yi nodded, although he didn't believe in God, he could understand the helplessness of this group of people.

Even in the previous life, there were people who believed in this, not to mention the troubled times when there were already demons everywhere, as long as it was not the kind of demon that the river god of Shuiyun Township was incarnated, he didn't bother to take care of it.

Turn and step out of the River Temple.

The pilgrims who were originally lined up in a long line were already in a mess of fear at this moment, even though Shen Yi had deliberately thrown the dragon farther, but the huge earthquake caused still made many people fall to the ground.

However, the moment they saw the young man in the ink shirt walk out, the panic on their faces quickly turned into surprise, and finally the thousands of people turned into a sluggish appearance.

Dozens of demon catchers also looked at the dying dragon with some stunned eyes.

Then he saw Shen Yi walking towards the dragon, and with a wave of his hand, another blue light submerged into its huge and hideous head.

[Kill the dragon of the Chengdan Realm, with a total lifespan of 5,100 years, and the remaining lifespan of 1,500 years, absorbed completely]

The two silver bell demon hunters plucked up their courage and stepped closer to hug their fists: "Dare to ask which one of the old generals under General Chen is accompanying him?" ”

Not to mention that it is an ordinary person, even in front of the demon suppression general, the demon hunter does not have to be so restrained, but this shocking scene in front of them still made them subconsciously add an "adult" after the title.

"Shen Yi."

In front of them, Shen Yi put the dragon essence blood into the silver bell.

The faces of the two demon hunters instantly turned strange, and they turned out to be peers...... But when did there be such a ruthless man in the same industry?!

"In which direction are the other two ends?" Shen Yi asked politely, maybe it was because Xiao Jiaolong and Zhang Hengzhou were closer in blood, and the feeling of connection caused by taking Jiao Dan before was much weaker when chasing other Jiaolong.

"......" The demon hunter sighed, they could see clearly just now, the other party came by the method of transfer, and probably knew that this matter had nothing to do with themselves and others.

He no longer made a stingy appearance, and simply handed over the two wisps of dragon breath that he had finally obtained.

"Then there's Lord Lao Shen."

Merit goes to merit, but before the general soldier returns, it is always good to have two fewer deaths.

"Thank you."

Shen Yi took the breath, grabbed the dragon's beard, and took the huge corpse with it and disappeared into the air again.

When he was gone, the mountainside became noisy again.

All the pilgrims in the temple poured out, staring at the sky where the young man had departed, and then rushed back to the bottom of the statue, pushing and scrambling to kowtow.

"The river god has appeared!!"

……

Linjiang County, Shuiyun Township.

The river is no longer calm, and the river waves are surging and rolling, like a bottomless giant mouth that selects people and devours them, which makes people daunting.

Countless moire ink shirts hunted and hunted under the slightly watery river breeze.

This place is located in the middle of the Yangchun River.

The old man in the black light armor held the Mixed Yuan halberd in his hand, standing silently on the edge of the riverbank, and the scarlet cloak was a little dim.

In front of the vast Yang Chunjiang, even the general of the Bao Dan Realm Demon Suppression who cultivated the Yin God seemed a little weak.

Chen Qiankun didn't know whether Lao Jiaolong was dead or alive, and he didn't know if the other party was still in Yangchunjiang.

But as long as the old dragon didn't show up, he could only stay by the river.

Because apart from him, there is no second person in the entire Linjiang County who can look down on the other party.

The closest to the old man Chen Qiankun was not a partial general, but a sturdy young man, dressed as a three-pattern lieutenant.

"I finally took a break for a while, and when I came out, I came out to face the Jiao clan who had a hug Dan realm, isn't it a little annoying to the old man?" Chen Qiankun smiled.

"No, I just feel like I'm useless, and I'm a little guilty." Fang Heng slowly clenched his palm.

"You're still young, and we're old enough to buy you enough time." Chen Qiankun was a little embarrassed, when he was young, his cultivation realm was not as good as this group of little guys.

Thinking of this, he comforted: "You are already an existence that your peers need to look up to, and you don't have to compare with a group of old guys." ”

"Looking up?" Fang Heng laughed at himself and didn't refute, but a figure inexplicably passed through his mind.

At this moment, a monster hunter quickly arrived.

Chen Qiankun restrained his smile: "Have you ever caught them?" ”

This time, more than a dozen extremely senior Silver Bell Demon Hunters came, and it took three or five days, so there should be some gains.

"No, but ......," the demon hunter said abruptly.

"But what?" Fang Heng asked worriedly.

only to find that Old Man Chen had withdrawn his eyes and looked towards the sky.

Under the gaze of everyone in the Demon Suppression Division, three huge dragons appeared in the misty sky, their pitch-black scales glowing with cold light, each of which was no smaller than the one in Qingfeng Mountain.

At this moment, they slammed into the ground with lightning speed!

Boom –

Many lieutenants looked shocked, and they all covered their faces slightly with their arms, subconsciously blocking the bloody wind blowing in their faces.

When the smoke and dust cleared, I saw the young man who walked slowly from between the dragon's corpses.

Some people are unfamiliar with that white face, but some people are extremely familiar.

“……”

Fang Heng held his breath and scratched his hair a little helplessly.

Chen Qiankun raised his eyebrows slightly, staring at the three princes of the Yangchun Jiangjiao clan who were famous for their murder, they were all lifeless at the moment, and their abdomen was cut open, and their deaths were extremely familiar.

Then his gaze fell on the young man's face.

"Shen Yi has seen General Chen."

The young man in the ink shirt walked in front of everyone and clenched his fists slightly.

On his collar is a logo that belongs to Chen Qiankun, and it stands to reason that the two should be old friends who have been friends for many years.

But at this moment, their expressions are both businesslike...... It doesn't seem very familiar.

"But the three Jiao Demons were all killed by Lord Shen." The monster hunter shrugged and finished the second half of his sentence.

Hearing this, Chen Qiankun's face was a little more complicated.

He had glanced at each other when he left Qingfeng Mountain, and now that he saw each other, the young man seemed to be still so introverted and light, but it seemed that there had been a world of change.

"I've been waiting for you."

The old man sighed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "But I'm afraid that you will come to me." ”

The general soldier has five extremely talented disciples, and he Chen Qiankun has lived for more than 800 years, and he also wants a similar young man to inherit his mantle.

But I feel that it is a waste for such talents to stay by their side, and for young people, joining the monster hunt talent is more challenging, but it is also a more conducive choice for the future.

Speaking of this, he glanced at Shen Yi deeply: "It's just that the old man never dreamed that you and I would meet in this way." ”

The three-headed Jiaojun, who is not weaker than Zhang Hengzhou, is used as a meeting gift......

It's a little too rich.

is so rich that even his veteran's long-dormant heart is like the Yangchun River in front of him, setting off turbulent waves.

(End of chapter)