The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 772 - 341 Kill Kill Kill!_2

Chapter 772: Chapter 341 Kill Kill Kill!_2

However, the expression on the Think Tank’s face quickly solidified.

"What is this?"

He suddenly discovered that a barrier had appeared ahead, blocking his escape.

He immediately exerted his full strength to attack the barrier, only to find the barrier remained unmoved.

Qi Yuan, watching the fleeing Demon Soldiers, remained calm, "The moment I stepped into the valley, it was destined that you could only be a substitute meal for my First Love!

Unfortunately, my heart is too cruel to pray to the heavens: ’Revive, my First Love!’"

As his voice fell, Qi Yuan, like a Demon God, once again plunged into the midst of the Demon Soldiers.

The sounds of slaughter, cries of despair, and pleas for mercy merged into one.

Not a single member of the Demon Clan was a match for Qi Yuan.

Zhou Yuan roared as he charged toward Qi Yuan, his soul swelling and suddenly stepping into the Martial Elite Realm.

"I have already given you my body, help me survive this once!"

"Ah, can we stop fighting, please, I beg you, this guy seems a bit strong."

"No, it must be you or me!"

At this moment, he completely entrusted his physical body to the remnant soul that inhabited him.

Unfortunately, the remnant soul, which had been so eager to gain control of this body, now felt fear, and with a scream, it took off to the Netherworld as if forcibly reborn.

The suona music today was particularly cheerful.

Three hundred Demon Soldiers, all reduced to souls under the cudgel.

In the end, the Think Tank looked at the blood-clad Qi Yuan in the distance, the Demon God-like Qi Yuan, with a serene expression, "If the Court had such a hero earlier, it would not have fallen to relocate to the south."

Having said that, the Think Tank breathed his last.

Qi Yuan, holding the wooden stick, looked at the body, "You’re too timid, with me here, would we relocate to the south?

What we should be thinking about should be ascending to immortality."

Qi Yuan looked over the valley, now in ruins. He was calm and showed no great joy.

After all, dispatching monsters of this caliber was really nothing to speak of.

"Indeed, monster killing games are the best, all this investigating and uncovering the truth is too boring."

Qi Yuan muttered to himself.

With a wave of his hand, nearly three thousand units of Demon Clan Essence Blood were added to his account.

Not far away, Huo Mushi’s face was flushed red, gasping for breath.

Well, that’s from playing the suona.

Anyone unfamiliar with the situation would think that it was he who was killing the demons, while Qi Yuan played the suona.

"My lord... you truly are a war god!" Huo Mushi could not help but exclaim.

The three hundred Demon Soldiers, along with the General Peacock, would have been enough to massacre Zhenyang City.

At this moment, he felt exhilarated but also anxious.

Qi Yuan was too powerful.

This time, having caused such a big incident,

the leader of the Demon Clan at Shuyao Mountain would surely be unable to sit still, likely to send all the Demon Soldiers, leading the team personally to eradicate Mr. Qi.

What awaited them would probably be a great escape!

His heart felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Qi Yuan looked at Huo Mushi with an indifferent expression, "Can you still play it?"

"Ah?" Huo Mushi was stunned, unsure of what Mr. Qi meant.

This "play," was it the suona or something else?

"I find this Dream Creature Cudgel to be quite satisfying, so... instead of choosing a date later, let’s go slaughter the demon camp today."

Qi Yuan said nonchalantly.

"Ah??" Huo Mushi’s eyes widened, thinking he had misheard, "Now... go butcher the demon camp?"

Shouldn’t we be fleeing first, indulging in a great escape?

Go straight to slaughter?

That’s a joke, right?

"Yes, but it’s a bit tricky, can you still play the suona or not? What if I’m enjoying the killing and you can’t play anymore?" Qi Yuan looked at Huo Mushi, really concerned.

Huo Mushi’s heart pounded.

Looking at Qi Yuan in his blood-red clothes, he finally nodded vigorously, "I can still play!"

"In that case, let’s go... eradicate Shuyao Mountain... entirely."

Qi Yuan, holding the cudgel, had a trace of a smile on his face.

"Good!" Huo Mushi replied with a resolute expression.

No matter the outcome, he had to follow in this battle.

As night fell, the silhouettes of the two figures, one large, one small, cast long shadows between the mountains and rivers.

The blood-red garments fluttered in the wind.

In the demon camp, a loud voice shouted, "Who’s there!"

Meanwhile, Huo Mushi picked up the suona, his expression grave, ready to face death.

Today... even if he died in battle, he would likely be remembered in history.

Ahead, the blood-red figure’s demeanor was cold, but his voice was extremely gentle, "Xiao Jia, together in battle!"

At that moment, the figure resembling a war god rose in stature.

Blood-red armor covered the tall and upright body entirely, blood-red spikes on the shoulders as if blood were flowing, particularly eerie.

He strode silently forward like a Demon God emerging from the Netherworld, and the mountains trembled at that moment.

Those blood-red eyes emitted a strange gleam.

"Kill!"

Tonight was destined to be a night of bloodshed.

Tonight, many demons would not see tomorrow’s sun.

Three thousand Demon Soldiers... Is that a lot?

The enormous blood-red figure collided with the demon camp.

The massacre... had begun.

...

In Zhenyang City.

Upon the city walls, Yang Guang’s face reflected worry, "Zhou Yuan has disappeared."

"What?" An Qiao was momentarily taken aback, then she also sensed the smell of conspiracy, "He hasn’t gone to seek trouble with Mr. Qi, has he?"

The concern on Yang Guang’s face intensified, "If I remember correctly, he has an item that can determine the exact location of people nearby.

If..."

Zhou Yuan was unpredictable, capable of anything.

Even collaborating with the Demon Clan was within the realm of possibility.

"With Mr. Qi’s strength, if he does not engage in battle and simply flees, unless three thousand Demon Soldiers are sent out, they would have no hope of catching him.