When he arrived at Yanghua Mountain, there were already four-stage demon beasts appearing. At this time, Jiang He had to be careful, although his physical strength was strong, the demon beast's physical body was not weak either, plus its powerful demonic power, Jiang He might not have been able to get a good deal. Jiang He flew at low speed all the way, heading in the direction of Mangshan.

  "Hmm, is someone making a move over there?" As they passed through a mountain pass, Jiang He felt a fluctuation of Fa Li (mystical energy) transmitted over. This place was already close to Mangshan, and it was very likely that people who came to retrieve the treasure had engaged in a fierce battle. Jiang He's heart stirred, and he quietly slipped away.

  It was a young male and female monk who were ganging up on a small child. The male monk had a standard pretty boy face, but he had a lewd expression, holding a black long banner in his hand, every time he waved it, the banner emitted a mournful cry, as if countless wronged souls were being tortured.

  The female cultivator held a fan in her hand, and with each wave of the fan, a flame burst out from it. The fan was actually a fire-element artifact. She had a tall and slender figure, with curves in all the right places, but her face was covered by a black veil, revealing only two bright eyes.

  In the center of the two, however, was a small child who sat motionless on the ground. The child held a black crystal in his hand, which emitted a faint white glow that repelled the female cultivator's flame attack. However, every time the male cultivator's banner fluttered, the child's face would contort in pain, as if he was suffering greatly. Given this situation, it seemed unlikely that the child could hold on for much longer!

  The male and female Taoist then revolved around the little boy, taking turns to make their moves. The male Taoist's long banner was shrouded in a swirling black aura, as if countless vengeful spirits were about to emerge from it and pounce on the little boy.

  Jiang's anger flared up again, and it was the demon cultivator who was causing trouble. He had previously encountered two demon gate cultivators, one of whom was the ruthless Exterminating Law Upper Person, and the other was the true demon palace's Guo Wuxie. His impression of demon cultivators had reached an all-time low.

  As they quietly snuck in, the three of them made their move at the same time. The sound of their powers colliding provided excellent cover for Jiang He. Just as that male cultivator turned back to face him, Jiang He suddenly burst out and struck with his flying sword, unleashing White Tiger's Decapitating Strike. That male cultivator was still basking in his own self-satisfaction, never expecting disaster to strike from the heavens. He only managed to release a protective shield of power just as he felt the chill of death at the back of his neck.

  Under Jiang He's slash, the layer of Fa Li that covered him seemed as fragile as tissue paper and was cut open by Jiang He. Then his entire head was chopped off and flew high into the air.

  "Who are you? Why such a despicable sneak attack!" The woman glared at Jiang He, her voice clear and stern.

  "Mo Xiu, everyone will get rid of him!" Jiang He said coldly.

  "Hmph!" The woman let out a cold snort, and with a flick of her fan, a wave of flames shot towards Jiang He. Before the flames even reached him, Jiang He felt his own magical powers rapidly dissipating.

  What a powerful attack!

  Jiang was shocked and dodged the flames. He saw that the female cultivator's fan in her hand was a deep green color, circular in shape, with clear patterns on its surface, and the handle and the fan were seamlessly integrated.

  Is this the legendary Phoenix Fan? Jiang He suddenly thought of the Phoenix Temple, one of the top ten demonic sects in the cultivation world. It was said that within the temple stood a sacred tree called the Phoenix Focus Tree, which reached a height of 5,000 zhang and bore countless Phoenix Fans. Each disciple of the Phoenix Temple could take one from it.

  "Are you a disciple of Fengjiao Palace?"

  Jiang He was shocked and asked.

  "What's wrong, are you scared? If you're scared, then leave immediately and we'll forget about this whole thing." The woman said coldly.

  "Haha, scared? Sooner or later, I will set foot in Fengjiao Palace and slaughter all the demonic cultivators!" Jiang He laughed maniacally.

  "What a big tone! Not afraid of slipping your tongue either! Come on and take my life!"

  The woman's hand moved the phoenix fan back and forth, waves of flames connected together, forming a fire dragon. The fire dragon let out a loud roar and charged straight at Jiang He.

  The little boy who had always been under the protection of the rhombus-shaped treasure light shield was also greatly surprised, and the female cultivator just now did not use her full strength.

  Feeling the powerful energy contained within the Fire Dragon, Jiang's heart sank. Although this woman was not a Foundation Establishment cultivator, with her magical treasure, her combat strength was absolutely not inferior to that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator. This was the advantage of a large sect, cultivating excellent disciples whose magical treasures were always very powerful.

  Thirteen Road Slaughterous Blade Momentum!

  Jiang He held a flying sword, a first-class spiritual instrument, and unleashed the White Tiger's killing intent. With one slash of his sword, he dispersed the fire dragon! However, the spiritual instrument could only exert its maximum power with the support of Jiang He's spiritual energy. Since Jiang He relied solely on the sharpness of the instrument itself to attack, although the fire dragon was defeated, the instrument's spirit also let out a mournful cry, and the instrument suffered damage.

  What a waste, nothing compares to my Black Sword. Jiang He sighed, putting the flying sword into his storage bag, and with a flash of his body, he struck out with a thunderous palm at the woman.

  The woman had just swallowed a pill to recover her magic power, and saw that the fire dragon she had released with all her might was actually cut off by someone. She exclaimed in surprise: "A warrior's move?" Then she saw Jiang coming at her with a palm strike, and the little magic power she had just recovered was poured into the Fengjiao fan, shooting out a ball of flames.

  Jiang He's magical power suddenly burst out, dispersing the flames. Next, Jiang He's palm slapped onto the Feng Jiao Fan. The Feng Jiao Fan was unable to block Jiang He's advance.

  At this moment, the woman's body shone with a brilliant light. Her outer garment suddenly puffed out and formed a curtain of fabric that blocked Jiang He's palm. The force he exerted seemed to sink into an abyss.

  "Hey!"

  Jiang He exerted himself once more, and with a loud "pa" sound, his palm came crashing down. The clothes let out a ripping sound as they tore apart. Immediately following that, Jiang He felt his palm press against something soft and fluffy, gentle and smooth to the touch.

  "Ah——" The woman let out a sharp cry, filled with grief and indignation. Jiang He was startled, and a bad thought flashed through his mind - could it be?

  At the moment this thought flashed, Jiang He's strength had already been withdrawn, and his five fingers subconsciously grasped once before hastily retreating. It was only then that Jiang He discovered he had unintentionally used Zhou Daxia's Grabbing Dragon Claw Hand, sharp beyond compare!

  "Scoundrel, I'm going to kill you!"

  The woman's outer garment was once again worn on her body, only to be torn open by Jiang He's palm, revealing a white flash. However, the woman didn't care about the exposure and threw away the fan, replacing it with a flying sword in her hand as she charged towards Jiang He for the kill.

  Jiang He could see that this flying sword was much inferior, completely incomparable to the Feng Jiao fan, and only looked more deadly. Jiang He's earlier intention to kill the demon cultivator had completely disappeared, replaced by a guilty conscience, as he was chased by the female cultivator and started running around the small child in the middle.

  Huffing and puffing, the female cultivator ran for dozens of laps before finally becoming exhausted. She was simply relying on her physical body to run, completely forgetting that she was a cultivator with spiritual energy at her disposal.

  The woman's eyes were filled with tears, her anger and hatred unrelenting. She rushed towards the riverbank, shouting: "You scoundrel, I will definitely kill you!"

  "Miss, what just happened was absolutely a misunderstanding." Jiang He explained.

  "I'm going to kill you!"

  "I promise I won't talk nonsense, you can rest assured." Jiang He made a solemn vow!

  "I'm going to kill you..."

  "You can't beat me."

  "Woe is me, I'll kill you." The woman burst into tears.

  "Stop!" Jiang He shouted, unable to bear this, as if he had bullied the woman himself. Then, with a loud rip, he tore open his own clothes, revealing his robust chest muscles, clear and distinct, full of masculinity. With a stern expression, Jiang He said:

  "Fine, let you touch it back!"

  "Ah——" The woman was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted and shouted "Pervert", covering her face and running away.

  Jiang was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that in the past three years, he had less communication with people, and his thinking was completely disordered. For example, his behavior just now was clearly a standard pervert's trick. What a pity, he had been determined to exorcise demons, but after meeting this little demon girl, should he exorcise her or not?

  Forget it, if she really does something outrageous and harmful, I can still decide whether to kill her or not. Jiang thought to himself, this woman is so pure and innocent, she shouldn't be a bad person.

  "What was that move you just used? How come it's so powerful?" a tender voice suddenly asked, feeling very cute.

  Jiang He heard the sound and looked over, it was that little kid under the protection of the shield. The kid looked like he was only seven or eight years old, with skin as tender as jade, big bright and clear eyes. At this moment, he was looking at Jiang He with great curiosity.

  "Oh, you're talking about that move... You're saying I hit her with this move before." Jiang started burning the male cultivator's body and began searching for the storage bag from the ashes.

  "No, it's you who pulled your clothes open with that move." Little Tong continued to ask.

  I just went online and saw someone casting a vote, I got a little excited, only to see it was a bad review. What the heck, how can people be so heartless????