Chapter 48: The City Guardian Appears

  This is almost the last song of Song Qing's life. Once the Golden Elixir is destroyed, all his cultivation will be lost. Everything has to start from scratch, but does he still have a chance to start again after failure?

  The long sword transformed into a shooting star, carrying a bright residual image, with an unstoppable and earth-shattering momentum charging towards the old devil's dry bones. The old devil was greatly shocked in his heart, relying on the elixir to temporarily raise himself to the Golden Elixir stage, there was no reason for him to be so powerful! He had a stinging pain between his eyebrows, and cold sweat dripped down his back, this was the reaction that occurred when the sword posed a mortal danger to himself.

  Roar, the old devil of dry bones hastily recalled his ancestor's magic.

  Boom, the ghost head and long sword collided, with waves of air rolling. Bang, the long sword actually pierced through the ghost head, its golden light undiminished as it charged towards the withered bone demon.

  The old devil's eyes saw the long sword about to pierce his body, and with a wave of his right hand holding the Ancestor Devil Flag, he rolled up the long sword.

  Heh heh, the dark fog ceaselessly corroded the golden light, consuming the true energy within the long sword.

  But below, Song Qing's face was pale and covered in cold sweat, yet he smiled calmly.

  "Hum, the golden light on the long sword contracted and withdrew into the golden core within the sword body. The old demon was puzzled, had he given up his attack? Had he become desperate? Just as the old demon was perplexed, suddenly, his face changed color, as if he had thought of something."

  It was already too late, and a deafening explosion occurred. This explosion was dozens of times more powerful than the one that had just broken through the black fog boundary. Fortunately, Song Qing controlled it to be near Lao Mo, otherwise, even other living people might have been blown to death by the explosion.

  The Zhongpin Fa Bao and the Golden Elixir exploded continuously, as if a magnificent fireworks display had unfolded in the sky, visible for fifty miles around. Only the occasional crack that split open the dark space rifts could tell you just how powerful this fireworks display was.

  Pan Hao also fought against the evil dragon when he seized the faith of Rongzhou, opening up a spatial fissure, but that space was a conscious space, not a material space that is extremely stable in reality.

  The crack in the silk was like a flash of lightning, a black snake that flashed by. The ground below shook and the valley trembled. The remaining tourists, Zhang Jun and others, were already stunned.

  At some point, the black fog around them dispersed and the seal was lifted. Everyone felt relieved, thinking that the old demon must have been blown to smithereens by the explosion! As they were celebrating, Zhang Jun and his group also felt joyful, thinking that the old demon had definitely died a terrible death. Meanwhile, Song Qing, who had already lost his golden elixir, suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

  "Song Shixiong, are you alright?!" The three of them rushed over hastily.

  "It's nothing!" Song Qing said with a bitter smile. He had exhausted his energy and was now only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, having lost all his cultivation.

  "Let's hurry up!" Song Qing said loudly with a pale face.

  Pan Hao, who had been standing with the crowd all along, was now staring intently at the other side of the mountain peak. Suddenly, he let out a relieved smile. It turned out that Lao Mo wasn't dead after all, and somehow managed to escape the terrifying explosion using some unknown method.

  Zhang Jun supported Song Qing and prepared to leave. The tourists also rushed to escape this devil-like place. Just as they were about to leave,

  "Chatter, chatter!" A chilling and eerie laughter echoed. The sound was unforgettable, and the four of them turned pale as they turned around to see a figure slowly rising from the small hillside.

  The withered old devil's left hand had disappeared, and at the broken arm, a black fog was repairing his wound. However, it seemed that regrowing his severed limb was impossible, and his clothes were tattered and worn out, making him look like an elderly beggar. Yet, the people present felt a sense of despair rising up - the old devil hadn't died!

  "Chatter, chatter, fortunately, Laozu still has a teleportation talisman, otherwise you would have really died at my hands!" The old devil's skeleton seemed to be smiling, but his gloomy eyes were fixed tightly on Song Qing. Cold and sinister, he looked at Song Qing as if he was looking at a dead man, and in his heart, hatred had already reached the sky.

  Everyone's heart has sunk to the bottom, and the old devil seems to be the last winner. With a proud and cold gaze, he scans the crowd, he is the one who determines their life and death.

  At this time, Pan Hao's heart was filled with a sense of awe. Indeed, the life-saving methods of cultivators were not to be underestimated, especially those of demonic cultivators. The old demon had already grasped victory, his right hand holding the banner, whose black energy had become sparse. There were faint cracks on the banner, as if it were an old, worn-out piece of cloth. Clearly, the previous explosion had not been able to take his life, but the damage it had caused him was by no means light.

  The old devil waved his hand, and the sparse black air proliferated into dozens of soldiers. As soon as these soldiers appeared, they rushed towards the crowd, while the withered bone demon charged towards Zhang Jun and his group.

  Boom! A massive black fog formed a giant palm and slapped down from mid-air.

  Zhang Jun hastily flew up, throwing out a lantern-like artifact. The artifact inflated in the wind, instantly wrapping around and protecting Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun took out a seal-like artifact and threw it up as well.

  The seal grew to two zhang in size and faced the black palm.

  Boom, a huge black palm slapped down.

  "Pffft." Zhang Jun fell from the sky, his internal organs injured, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The fragments of the seal-breaking artifact scattered everywhere, clattering to the ground. Even an injured old devil like him couldn't be stopped by just a Qi Refining stage cultivator.

  The two women behind him also threw out two magical instruments, one was a jade hairpin, which transformed into a sharp sword. The other was a treasure sword emitting a faint clear light, with two ringing sounds.

  Boom, the black fog condensed into a palm and a magic tool shattered simultaneously.

  Pffft, they simultaneously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The magical instruments and they had their minds connected, the magical instruments were damaged, they naturally felt the impact.

  Boom, another huge black palm, over two zhang in size, slapped down. Song Qing, who had already lost his cultivation, and Zhang Jun, who was severely injured, were left with only two lightly wounded girls, whose Qi was full and intact. This was a dead end!

  "Dare, who dares to make trouble within this official's jurisdiction!" Just as everyone could only close their eyes and wait for death, a cold, hard, and majestic voice rang out.

  Boom, boom, one by one the demonic soldiers rushing towards the tourists exploded and disappeared into black mist. A red light beam shot across the Jade Peak, boom, a huge black palm burst instantly, the black mist dispersed, as if the clouds were swept away to reveal a bright moon.

  "Who!" The old devil's dry bones were shaking with rage, and another variable had appeared.

  "The City God of Qingyu County is here!" A figure wearing a luxurious official uniform, with an official hat on his head and holding an official seal, emitting a thick red glow all over his body appeared.

  This figure exudes an aura of grandeur, vastness and nobility. With power in his grasp, he exudes a dignified air, and people want to see his face clearly, but it remains blurry. As soon as he appears, the whole world seems to be cheering for him, supporting him.

  Pan Haoyu stood tall and empty, with the power of the entire Qingyu County's heaven and earth bestowed upon him. The entire sky and earth were his domain. His gaze was majestic and stern, looking down at the old demon Ku Gu like he was gazing at an insignificant ant.

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