In the desolate city, the streets take on an eerie muddy feel.

Crushed carrion and offal can be found everywhere, filling the air with a disgusting stench.

As if they couldn't see or smell, scattered pedestrians stepped on the mud with numb expressions, making a crackling sound.

They are outcasts.

Nanyue City, as the main city of a county, no longer belongs to the Great Qian Dynasty, and is no longer protected by the Demon Suppression Division.

The Leopard General under the seat of the Akame Divine Monarch smashed the plaque of the Demon Suppression General's Mansion, and beheaded the old man in the broken armor, and hung his angry head with a spear at the gate.

At this point, there is one more demon lord in Nanyue City.

Reciting the remarks of the Akame Shrine Day and Night, and going to the temple every three days to worship the Akame Shrine is the only way to save his life, and of course, in addition to chanting, he also prays that it is not himself who is chosen to go to the feast.

The demon lord has the habit of putting on a big feast.

The people who went to the banquet have gradually changed from those masters of the high-ranking family sects to ordinary people.

Bless the people of Li and enjoy the appetite of the mouth.

This is the divine king's reward for the demon lord's diligence, and it is the honor of their group of blessed people to be selected for the feast and become a delicacy on the plate.

“……”

A thin man in a patched sackcloth was walking down the street when he was suddenly stopped by two people.

He looked up, and the two nodded at him.

The man's palm slowly loosened, and the incense candles he was holding were scattered all over the ground, he didn't struggle to beg for mercy, he just had weak legs, and then he was supported by the two.

The matter of drawing lots can only be blamed on bad fate, or the heart is not sincere enough when worshipping the gods.

He was half-dragged and half-carried to the most conspicuous compound in the city.

Demon Suppression General's Mansion.

The man slid his legs to his knees, looked at the head that was already wrapped in a layer of dried leather on the spear, and looked at the people around him who had also been drawn, until he was sent to the back kitchen, he still couldn't help but glance up at the sky.

"The Divine Monarch is a demon."

If there are really immortals, why not send down punishments?

The sky was clear and clear, but empty.

The roof of the mansion was rudely demolished, and the council hall was converted into a dining hall.

The eight-tall figure sat upright in the main seat, with a towering back, and was dressed in a soft and smooth satin shirt, even if it was a wide caftan specially sewn, it was bulging with its muscles, as if it was about to burst open.

The leopard puts its palms on the table, and it will not move its chopsticks until the dishes are served.

is already a general under the throne of the God Monarch, so naturally he can't be as unruly as that demon.

The large wooden plate that needs to be carried by several people is carried up to the wide table in turn, and everything is stewed, roasted, boiled, and burned.

"Where's the main course?"

The leopard waited for a moment, looked at the empty table in front of him, and looked sideways.

Just ordinary people can't satisfy its appetite.

Even if it is a small banquet, you have to arrange a martial arts treasure medicine above the jade liquid realm.

"The rest of the cities can't be delivered today, so it should be me, so I'll go and prepare."

The middle-aged man standing next to him was also a well-known sect master, at this moment, he casually unbuttoned his coat, only wearing a clean plain clothes, it seemed that he had been prepared, turned around and walked towards the back kitchen.

"Hurry up."

The leopard nodded, urging softly.

“……”

The middle-aged master's footsteps were sluggish, and his hanging palms wanted to clench, but he found that the once familiar and conceited boxing method had forgotten how to use it at the moment.

On the day of the breakdown, all the bloody ones were already dead.

The rest are hesitant.

He could have turned around and smashed it with a punch, and died with more dignity, but the price of this dignity was the lives of his people.

Boiled frogs in warm water, jumping and not moving.

The middle-aged master took another step and walked out of the dining hall.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but a long knife quietly appeared in his sight.

Quietly hanging in the sky.

The slender blade had toothed scales and glowed with a ghostly glow, and a black mist rose from it.

“……”

The middle-aged master suddenly lost his strength, and the whole person was shaky, almost falling to his knees.

He tried his best to support his body to avoid being seen by the leopard.

A knife does not appear in the sky for no apparent reason, it must be held by someone......

The general soldier is coming!

The Demon Suppression Division, who was unable to protect the remaining four counties, finally returned.

But there is no longer any incense desire here.

"Snort."

The leopard looked up at the sky, his luxurious robe suddenly torn apart by bulging muscles, and reached for the blade next to him.

It stands to reason that the Martial Immortal has the power to crush the Demon Monarch of the Bao Dan Realm, but after losing the general soldiers of the four counties, coupled with the lack of incense and willing power to help, it is still confident that it will block a knife.

"Old Piff, you don't want Songzhou anymore, do you?"

With a roar, the leopard suddenly got to its feet.

In an instant, the long knife in the air was also inserted vertically.

There is no imposing impossity.

Before the leopard could raise its blade, the long knife pierced through its head and through its chin, pinning its massive head firmly to the only empty tabletop.

The majestic power of incense overflowed in his skull.

The leopard made a muffled sound in its throat, and blood gushed out of its eyes, nose and ears, like a fat fish nailed to the board, leaving only the habitual convulsions of its body.

In the banquet of stumps and broken arms, the main dishes were finally served.

……

Outside the city gates.

Zhang Xuan watched Lord Shen close his eyes, only to see the long knife on his waist swishing out of the sheath and flying away.

He reacted after taking a breath, and the other party actually sacrificed the Yin God directly.

Isn't it, believe in yourself so much?

Zhang Xuan swallowed his saliva, jumped off the horse in an instant, and protected himself tightly beside the other party.

Before he could get a foothold.

I saw a streamer of light pass through the sky, and then a huge figure fell from the sky.

The streamer returned to its sheath with a thud.

Before the huge figure landed, Shen Yi opened his eyes, waved his hand, and put it in his waist pocket.

"Let's go."

Shen Yi tugged at the reins and rode his horse into the city.

He just wanted to give it a try, the Yin God was his own, but under the control of Qinghua, could he kill the demon Shouyuan.

[Kill the leopard in the Baodan Realm, the total lifespan is 8,700 years, and the remaining lifespan is 2,900 years, and the absorption is completed]

“……”

Zhang Xuan looked at the demon horse, and the demon horse looked at Zhang Xuan, and then snorted.

The Yin God is out of the body, that is the real martial immortal.

It is also in line with the identity of a disciple of the Martial Temple.

The problem is, it's not that he hasn't seen a martial immortal, how can he be so resolute without the power of incense willingness.

From the time Lord Shen closed his eyes to the time when the long knife came back, there was no more than sixty breaths in total.

Except for the time on the road, that means that the leopard demon didn't even survive a move?!

"Lord Shen, wait for the humble position!"

After a little hesitation, Zhang Xuan found that the other party was gone, and hurriedly turned over and chased after him.

(End of chapter)