Chapter 61

The mass grave has existed for many years.

Many bodies of commoners, if there was no suitable place to bury them, would ultimately be buried here.

Over the years.

No one knows how many bodies are buried in the mass grave.

Now, under the pollution of the demon's blood, those bodies have turned into zombie puppets and crawled out of their graves.

"Fortunately, not all bodies can turn into zombie puppets. Only those that are relatively well-preserved can be transformed. Otherwise, the number of zombie puppets would increase dramatically."

Shen Changqing drew his long sword and beheaded a zombie puppet that lunged at him.

Although the number of zombie puppets that have risen is not small, it has not reached a point of despair.

He thought.

The powerful person who sealed the demon's blood here probably never imagined that this place would become a mass grave one day.

"This place is under my jurisdiction. When did it become a time for demons to run rampant!"

Shen Changqing shouted coldly, and as he took a step forward, a blade of energy shot out, instantly tearing through the air and beheading several zombie puppets.

"External energy release!"

This scene was directly witnessed by the others, who felt a chill in their hearts.

External energy release!

That is the hallmark of a先天外罡 (先天外罡) expert.

Although there are some martial arts that can achieve the level of external energy release even if the practitioner has not reached the先天外罡 (先天外罡) realm.

But

Who can be sure that this Shen大人 (Shen Daren) is not a先天外罡 (先天外罡) expert?

In shock.

They also felt a bit more reassured.

The large number of zombie puppets put considerable pressure on these martial artists.

Now, with a先天外罡 (先天外罡) expert present, the zombie puppets are no longer a big problem.

Regarding their thoughts.

Shen Changqing did not care at all.

Since his breakthrough to the先天 (先天) realm cannot be hidden, the presence of the天武罡气 (Tianwu Gangqi) can also provide an explanation to the Demon Suppression Bureau.

As long as he does not deliberately expose himself.

No one will know that he is already a先天外罡 (先天外罡) martial artist.

Because the characteristic of the天武罡气 (Tianwu Gangqi) is that it can be released externally when breaking through to the先天 (先天) realm.

Shen Changqing took action.

It was a morale booster.

Immediately.

The speed at which the others killed the zombie puppets also increased significantly.

In less than half an hour.

No more zombie puppets crawled out of the canyon.

The bodies of the killed zombie puppets were all thrown back to where they came from.

At this moment.

Blood light surged up.

A sound like a giant beast's deep roar echoed in the canyon, causing everyone to change their expressions.

It's coming out!

Shen Changqing sheathed his long sword, his hand unconsciously resting on the hilt, his gaze serious, and his mind not daring to relax for a moment.

The power of demons is not comparable to ordinary monsters.

He cannot be sure how powerful a drop of unrestricted demon's blood would be.

Just from the previous 地龙翻身 (earth dragon flip) and the resurrection of the dead, one can see the extraordinary nature of the demon's blood.

Then.

Shen Changqing's gaze swept over Cui Cheng and the others.

At his realm, he felt immense pressure.

Can these Pulse-Through martial artists really have the means to subdue the demon's blood?

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing had a great deal of doubt.

The scene was silent.

Only the roaring echoes continued.

Without waiting too long, a green blood ball the size of a human fist rose from the canyon, and everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Upon closer inspection.

One could see that the green blood ball contained intertwining red light.

Heart-shaking roars came from the blood ball.

"Take action!"

Someone said first, and then someone rushed towards the green blood ball.

Their purpose in coming this time was to obtain the demon's blood.

Now that the demon's blood has appeared, no one can suppress their impulse.

With the first person taking action, the second and third followed immediately.

Even Cui Cheng, Ming Zhengyang, and others could not maintain their calm expressions.

"The demon's blood belongs to our 归元剑派 (Guiyuan Sword Sect). No one can take it!"

Cui Cheng drew his long sword, the cold sword light reflecting, and aimed at a martial artist closest to the blood.

At the same time.

Ming Zhengyang took a step forward, his figure moving as if in a flash, instantly disappearing from his original position.

In the next moment.

He appeared near the demon's blood, his folding fan thrust out like a long sword, the fierce wind making everyone change their expressions.

"The demon's blood belongs to our 七曜宗 (Qiyao Sect). If you can give us some face, Ming and the 七曜宗 (Qiyao Sect) will have a great reward for you in the future!"

"The 七曜宗 (Qiyao Sect) can offer a reward, but my 天刀门 (Tian Dao Sect) will offer double. Why don't you give the demon's blood to me?"

Xiao Bolang laughed loudly, his long sword drawn, and a fierce and unparalleled blade energy erupted, instantly cutting through the air.

Before the demon's blood appeared.

These people from the major sects would still have some restraint.

Now that the demon's blood has truly appeared, they have no more reservations.

A chaotic battle.

Instantly broke out.

Everyone wanted the demon's blood, so there was no possibility of a peaceful resolution.

Shen Changqing took two steps back, silently watching the others fight over the demon's blood, with no intention of getting involved.

As he said at the beginning.

The demon's blood is precious, but that is relative. The Demon Suppression Bureau does not lack demon's blood.

So, in the eyes of the Demon Suppression Bureau, although the demon's blood is still precious, it is not something they absolutely need.

"The 七曜宗 (Qiyao Sect)'s martial arts movements look relatively gentle, with a Confucian flavor. I heard that the founder of the 七曜宗 (Qiyao Sect) was originally a great Confucian scholar in the court. Now it seems the rumors are true!"

Shen Changqing's gaze fell on Ming Zhengyang.

Among all present, he is the strongest.

In comparison.

Even the two from the 天刀门 (Tian Dao Sect), who also have a master, are slightly weaker than Ming Zhengyang.

Although the strength of a sect does not completely represent the strength of its disciples.

The stronger the sect, the more profound its foundation.

Correspondingly.

People who grow up there are much stronger than the average person.

If all present were divided into ranks, Ming Zhengyang would be in the first tier, the two from the 天刀门 (Tian Dao Sect) in the second tier, and the remaining disciples of other sects in the second and third tiers.

The remaining independent martial artists would all be in the third tier.

A martial artist's battle.

Is a fight to the death.

Especially now, under the temptation of the demon's blood, the killing intent in everyone's hearts has been greatly amplified, making the battle intense from the start, and soon someone fell to the ground.

Suddenly.

A cold aura spread around.

Shen Changqing's expression changed slightly, and he lightly tapped the ground, flying back like a large bird, instantly moving away from the range of the demon's blood.

As he retreated, he saw a mist rise before his eyes.

The originally clear scene suddenly became blurry.

"Demons!"

Having killed several demons before, Shen Changqing has become sensitive to their aura.

When he first saw the demon's blood, he had some doubts.

Why, with so many martial artists coming to fight over the demon's blood, were there no actions from the demons?

Later.

Shen Changqing attributed it to the fact that all the demons sent by the Eternal Alliance had been killed by him, so no demons appeared.

But he did not expect.

The demons actually had a backup plan.

Now, the area where the demon's blood is being fought over in the mass grave is covered in mist, and the mist is spreading outward.

Relying on his keen perception.

Shen Changqing can sense a strong danger in the mist.

So.

After initially retreating from the mist, he did not stop, and with a few agile leaps, he left the mass grave.

"The demons appearing in the mass grave are after the demon's blood. What about Lin'an City? The many civilians there are likely also coveted by the demons."

Shen Changqing did not stop, and he headed towards Lin'an City.

If demons appear in Lin'an City, it would mean his mission has failed.

Moreover.

Even if not for the mission, Shen Changqing has no reason to let so many civilians be killed by demons when he can prevent it.

"The demons in the mass grave make me feel threatened. There must be怨级诡怪 (Yuan-level monsters) present, possibly one or more. And the mass grave itself is a place for burying bodies, so it is not advisable to engage them for now.

As for those martial artists, it's up to their luck."

Shen Changqing thought to himself.

To be honest.

He does not think Cui Cheng and the others have much chance of survival.

After all, even at the先天外罡 (先天外罡) realm, he feels threatened. The outcome for those who have not reached the先天 (先天) realm is predictable.

However.

Since they dared to fight over the demon's blood, they must be prepared to face the consequences.

Moreover, compared to the civilians in Lin'an City, those martial artists can be sacrificed.

So.

Shen Changqing retreated, and he did so decisively.

The demons in the mass grave also seemed to sense his toughness and did not try to stop him as he retreated.

It did not take long.

Shen Changqing returned to Lin'an City.

The 地龙翻身 (earth dragon flip) had ended, and with his previous orders, all civilians had returned to their homes to hide, making the originally crowded streets empty.

Even.

The entire city exuded a different kind of tranquility.

The 地龙翻身 (earth dragon flip) happened at noon, but due to the delay at the mass grave, by the time Shen Changqing returned, the sun had set, and darkness was beginning to envelop the sky.

Walking down the quiet street, Shen Changqing tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, his gaze calm, and he steadily walked towards the government office.

It was too quiet!

The surrounding environment was eerily silent.

The street, which was not very long, seemed to stretch endlessly in his eyes.