At the end of August, the breeze on the Emei Floating Island was already a little chilly. Cheng Long, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the main hall, took in all the purple air that surrounded him, stretched lazily, and looked quite comfortable.

He likes this peaceful life.

Beautiful mountains, beautiful waters, beautiful scenery, and beautiful ladies as companions.

But the next second, his face changed drastically, his figure flashed, and he disappeared without a trace.

"Where is Elder Cheng in such a hurry to go?"

Not far away, Taoist Master Baimei, who was about to come over to discuss some trivial matters with Cheng Long, released all his earthly immortal consciousness and his face immediately became as gloomy as water.

Under his divine sense, a town with a large population in western Guangxi was being slaughtered. Dozens of Blood Demon Sect disciples who practiced the Blood Demon Sutra were floating above the town, casting spells to suck the blood of the people.

Although the casting process is somewhat cumbersome and inefficient.

However, dozens of Blood Demon Cult disciples slaughtered civilians wantonly, causing the entire town to be dyed red by the slowly rising blood mist.

The streets and alleys, which should have been peaceful and orderly, were filled with people with frightened looks on their faces.

Looking at the strands of blood turning into wisps of blood mist floating up into the sky, everyone, including babies, the elderly, and women, were terrified.

The way the Blood Demon Cult disciples sucked blood was almost identical to the Bloodthirsty Pearl, except that the speed was slowed down countless times.

This also results in the person whose blood is being sucked out having to watch helplessly as his own blood continues to flow out, his life force fading away bit by bit in fear and torment.

"Such a beast!"

After observing this scene, Master Baimei could no longer remain calm, and he pointed his toes and rushed over like a streak of light.

There are at least tens of thousands of people in a town. In order to practice and increase their strength, the beasts of the Blood Demon Cult dared to massacre an entire town in broad daylight. This was simply a challenge to the bottom line of righteousness.

In the past, this kind of things basically happened at night, and the evil villains had done many atrocities such as massacring villages and destroying cities.

Every demon in the Ten Thousand Mountains relied on night attacks on villages and towns to gradually grow stronger in the early stages. The old monster Youquan who was killed by Cheng Long became the number one demon by stepping on the corpses of millions of creatures.

It is precisely because the demon cultivators are too brutal and will be hunted down by the righteous without exception after committing crimes that they gather in the Shiwan Mountains and slowly transform a holy place for cultivating immortals with beautiful scenery and abundant spiritual energy into a demon base camp.

The righteous path is powerful, and the evil cultivators need to band together to keep each other warm if they want to survive.

Without the Ten Thousand Mountains, there would still be spheres of influence for demons such as the Demon Cultivation Sea and the Devil Island.

Therefore, when the evil monks do evil in the Shiwan Mountains, the righteous monks usually don't care, and the people living there have long been accustomed to it.

However, once the demon cultivators leave the Ten Thousand Mountains, they will be surrounded and killed once discovered, and they have to be very careful when killing people. It is usually not possible for them to openly kill the people of a city like the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect did.

When Taoist Master Baimei rushed here with doubts, the Blood Demon Sect disciples floating above the town had already been annihilated, with only one person left, who was being strangled by Cheng Long.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"..."

The red-robed Blood Demon Sect disciple had his veins bulging from being pinched, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Elder Cheng, these people are from the Blood Demon Cult. They appeared in western Guangxi this time. It must be because their foundation was taken away after the Blood Demon's death." After Master Baimei calmed down, he figured out the reason.

The disciples of the Blood Demon Cult massacred the city in broad daylight, presumably in an attempt to attract hatred from the evil sect and provoke a new round of battle between good and evil.

After the death of the Blood Demon, the disciples under the command of the old monster Youquan were unable to protect the huge foundation in the Ten Thousand Mountains and could only be driven out of the mountains like a stray dog.

These arrogant Blood Demon Sect disciples became angrier and angrier the more they thought about it, so they did something that angered both God and man.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Long released the Blood Demon Sect disciple and interrogated him using puppetry. It was just as Master Baimei said, the Blood Demon Sect disciples who had lost their foundation, had a revengeful mentality of dragging the Demon Sect into the water, so they massacred the city early in the morning and wantonly sucked the blood of living beings.

This has two benefits.

One, to strengthen one's own strength, and two, to ignite the anger of the righteous.

But they never expected that the righteous master would arrive so quickly. Dozens of fellow disciples in the Nascent Soul and Yin Shen realms were beaten to death at the first sight.

Even the eldest brother in the Yangshen realm, who was known as the 'blood-handed butcher', was no match for the newcomer in one blow.

"Bang!" He punched the last Blood Demon Sect disciple in the head and said fiercely, "How many demons are there in the Ten Thousand Mountains?"

“It’s impossible to count.”

Master Baimei shook his head and said, "However, there are not many demons in the Tribulation Realm, only about twenty or so. With your strength, it should not be difficult to wipe them out."

"Then wipe them out completely!"

Although Cheng Long is also a demon cultivator, because he takes a different path, he has developed a character that hates evil.

The training ended this morning. If he had not habitually traveled through the nine provinces to investigate the customs and habits of the Chinese land, he would have accidentally discovered that the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were massacring the city, and all the people here would have died.

He was so angry that even blowing the heads of dozens of stray dogs could not quench his anger.

So he turned his attention to the Shiwanda Mountains.

There are countless demons waiting to be harvested...

"Okay, I'll lead the way for you, senior!"

In the past, although Master Baimei was very powerful, he would not dare to rashly enter the Ten Thousand Mountains. Who knows if there is any powerful demon hidden in there.

Now I'm not worried at all.

Having cultivated to the Earthly Immortal Realm hundreds of years ago, he knew very well how powerful Elder Cheng, who was stronger than himself, was.

The person who can make him feel fear must be at least a powerful person in the celestial realm.

If even the immortals from heaven were unable to wipe out the demons in the Ten Thousand Mountains, then how could they occupy Bashu, which has the richest spiritual energy? It would have been completely destroyed by the evil monks long ago.

"What road? Go back and wait for news."

Cheng Long didn't want to waste the blood and essence of the demon in the Tribulation Realm.

If we let Baimei go with him, won’t the Bloodthirsty Pearl be exposed?

If there was any misunderstanding and the Taoist with white eyebrows thought I was the blood demon, I wouldn't be able to explain it even if I had a hundred mouths.

……

The Blood God Palace was the place where the old monster Youquan lived during his lifetime. Because the Blood Demon and his disciples practiced magic, the mountain where the Blood God Palace is located is covered with a layer of blood-colored clouds all year round. Over time, it was named Blood Cloud Peak.

Among the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the Blood Demon is definitely the most notorious one, no one else. Except for the Five Poison Fairies, the Green Robe Patriarch, the Black-Hearted Old Man, and the Seven Evil Demon Kings, there are countless demons and monsters in the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains, and no one dares to disobey Youquan's words.

Because those who were brave enough had their flesh and blood essence devoured by the Blood Demon, and even their souls were taken by the Blood Demon. This was also the main source of the Blood Demon's tens of thousands of soul clones.

Of course.

The notorious blood demon has long become a thing of the past.

The Blood God Palace, which was once at its peak, has now been taken over by the Black-hearted Old Man. However, the Black-hearted Old Man has not occupied the Blood God Palace for long, only three months have passed. The reason is naturally because the Blood Demon is too cruel and overbearing, like a mad dog. Once provoked, it will be a trouble that cannot be shaken off.

Therefore, before confirming the Blood Demon's demise, the Five Poison Fairies, the Green Robe Patriarch, the Seven Evil Demon Lords and other giants of the demon world did not dare to provoke the Blood Demon Cult.

The black-hearted old man also discovered through secret observation that the righteous disciples from Emei Mountain, Mount Wutai and other places had a sense of relaxation from the bottom of their hearts when they went out, so he dared to conclude that the Blood Demon had fallen.

Afterwards, he occupied the Blood Cloud Peak with the force of thunder and killed three thousand disciples of the Blood Demon Sect.

Yes, the Blood Demon Sect has many disciples, but those who are lucky enough to escape from the Shiwan Mountains are actually a tiny minority, so few that the disciples under the Black-hearted Old Man don’t even take them seriously and are too lazy to chase them.

"The Blackhearted Ancestor's 3,000-year birthday is approaching, and we must present the most precious gift. As long as we can make the Ancestor look at us differently, the three of us can get the elixir of life..."

"It is said that for this birthday celebration, the Black Heart Ancestor asked his disciples to capture more than 500 boys and girls and refine 30 human pills. Taking one pill can break through the shackles and take our cultivation to a higher level."

"Forget about the human pills. Thirty of them are not enough for the Black Heart Ancestor's disciples, so how can it be our turn?"

"makes sense."

On the way to Blood Cloud Peak, several strange-looking demon cultivators were walking and chatting, holding gift boxes in their hands, their brows full of anticipation.

Little did they know that there was someone following them.

Knowing that the Black-hearted Old Man's 3,000-year birthday is approaching, all the magic masters in the Ten Thousand Mountains will show up at that time. Cheng Long, who originally wanted to start a killing spree, suddenly transformed himself and used the art of fetal transformation to turn himself into a little demon in the Yin God Realm with goat horns on his head. He chased after a demon cultivator who looked relatively kind, holding a gift box.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay."

The kind-faced demon cultivator heard the voice and looked in the direction, and saw that the person coming was a monster in the Yin God Realm. A greedy light flashed in his eyes.

Don’t think that the Ten Thousand Mountains is the base camp of demons. In fact, the mountains are mainly populated by demon cultivators and there are relatively few monsters, because demon cultivators not only kill people, but also monsters.

Many of the magic weapons used by demon cultivators are taken from certain parts of the monsters' bodies.

In addition to the sheep treasure, the sheep horns of the sheep demon in the Yin Shen realm are also very good materials for refining weapons. Taking them off and presenting them to the Black Hearted Ancestor would be a good gift, much better than the gift he originally prepared.

"Brother Dao, are you going to Blood Cloud Peak to celebrate the birthday of Black Heart Ancestor?"

Since it usually takes a long time for a demon cultivator to transform, the kind-looking demon cultivator directly called Cheng Long "Brother Daoist" when he saw him.

This is also the mainstream name for demon cultivators in the current magic world.

"Yes, fellow Taoist, you are alone. I wonder if we can go together?"

Cheng Long was going to ask the demon cultivator in front of him for some information to confirm how many demons would come to celebrate his birthday in order to avoid any accidents.

Demons are cunning by nature. If there is a demon from the fairyland hidden in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and you are alone, you might fall.

It's not that I'm afraid, I just have to be cautious.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle!
"Brother Dao, I am Chen Bufan..."

"Yang Tianbao."

After the two introduced themselves to each other, they began to talk as they walked, each of them wary of the other.

Not only was Chen Bufan very wary, he even had murderous intentions towards Cheng Long.

It's quite depressing.

Originally thought that all demons in the world were one family, but unexpectedly, the demons in the Ten Thousand Mountains were actually the targets of encirclement and suppression by the evil cultivators. Not only would their flesh and blood be eaten, but their golden elixirs, primordial infants, and even their primordial spirits might also be refined.

Fortunately, Cheng Long's cultivation level was not weak. He was at the peak of Yin Shen Realm and only one step away from Yang Shen Realm, which was comparable to Chen Bufan's.

"Brother Tianbao, I wonder what gift you have prepared for the ancestor? Can you let me take a look?" After walking a few steps, Chen Bufan began to have evil thoughts and set his eyes on the gift box in Cheng Long's hand.

"You want to know?"

Cheng Long raised the corners of his mouth slightly, putting on a harmless smile.

"I'm just a little curious. If it's inconvenient, forget it."

Chen Bufan subconsciously took a step back.

"It's convenient. Please take a look, fellow Taoist."

Cheng Long opened the gift box, and a strange mirror that was neither gold nor jade suddenly caught Chen Bufan's eye.

As soon as he saw the unique spiritual light of spiritual treasure flowing from the magic mirror, Chen Bufan felt murderous in his heart. However, before he could use the magic weapon to kill the monster and rob the goods, the magic mirror suddenly emitted a mysterious light, which froze him in place.

"Fellow Daoist, have a safe journey."

Cheng Long sacrificed the bloodthirsty bead and instantly sucked Chen Bufan dry. Then he transformed himself into Chen Bufan's appearance, holding the gift box that the other party had dropped on the ground, and continued to head north.

"What a strong smell of blood!"

Cheng Long suddenly stopped and opened the gift box in his hand.

Bang...bang...bang...

A fist-sized plant heart that glows green and beats rhythmically like the heart in the human body.

"It's actually a thousand-year-old locust tree heart fed with human blood!"

"What a big deal!"

Cheng Long has come into contact with the hearts of plants. The real hearts of plants are all ethereal and otherworldly spiritual objects. Only the hearts of plants cultivated with human blood or animal flesh will be tainted with blood and evil spirits and become evil treasures.

Sophora trees have the ability to attract ghosts. This thousand-year-old locust tree heart may be able to devour quite a few ghosts.

To righteous cultivators, the tree heart with added ingredients is as good as arsenic, but to demons, it is indeed a treasure that can increase their spiritual power.

It even has a certain effect on cultivators in the Tribulation Realm. Chen Bufan must have some ulterior motive for sending it out.

After traveling for most of the day, we finally arrived at the foot of the Blood Cloud Peak.

Cheng Long looked from afar and saw a huge mountain in front of him stretching between heaven and earth. The mountain peak was surrounded by blood-colored clouds and mist. The looming Blood God Palace looked extremely eerie and terrifying. One could tell at a glance that this was not a good place.

"A lot of demons have come to the Blood God Palace. This is going to be interesting!"

Cheng Long muttered quietly, and the girl wearing ethnic minority costumes and covered in silver jewelry whispered, "Brother Chen, keep your voice down. Although the demons inside are all big demons who kill people without blinking an eye, they don't want to hear others say they are demons."

"Got it, let's go up the mountain!"

Patting the girl on the shoulder, Cheng Long took the lead and stepped onto the Blood Cloud Peak.

The girl following behind him was a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Five Poisons Sect. She seemed to have a past relationship with Chen Bufan. As soon as they met, she showed unprecedented enthusiasm and held his arm all the way.

“Brother Chen, when we enter the Blood God Palace later, someone might provoke us. You’re a casual cultivator, so you’d better endure it…” The Five Poisons Sect where the girl belongs is the top sect in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Its leader is the Five Poison Fairy, whose reputation is even higher than that of the Black-Hearted Old Man and the Green-Robed Patriarch. She is the undisputed second most powerful person in the devil’s way when the Blood Demon is reborn.

It is precisely because the master has a great background that the girl is so innocent... (End of this chapter)