Chapter 5: The Seven Demons Devour the Master

  Innumerable mountain bandits rushed out of the house, screaming and killing. The blood-red skulls chased after these bandits everywhere, and whenever someone was knocked down, a chilling crunching sound would echo through the air. In just an instant, a living person would be gnawed into a pinkish-colored skull.

  This hell-like scene completely collapsed these ferocious mountain bandits, they shouted and ran wildly, losing all their courage.

  As they swallowed flesh and blood, the red glow on those skulls grew stronger, their flying speed and flesh-eating speed both clearly accelerating.

  Looking at the scene in the fake mountain village, Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but tremble like he was in a Shura hell.

  And under Xiao Ziyang's feet, Xie Jingcang, who was sitting cross-legged, also began to tremble. At this moment, his hands were raised high, with the two middle fingers standing upright and the other eight fingers interlocking. Although his hands that were pinching the incantation were extremely stable, his shoulders couldn't stop trembling.

  Looking at that seemingly exhausted evil cultivator in the distance, Xiao Ziyang's fear slowly dissipated.

  As the red flames on the ghost head devouring flesh and blood in the mountain stronghold grew more intense, Xie Qingcai also became increasingly exhausted.

  The group of ghosts showed signs of losing control again, and he helplessly spat out another mouthful of vital energy towards the black flag.

  A mouthful of refined blood can't satisfy the greatly increased appetite of the ghosts at all.

  The second mouthful, the third mouthful... As each mouthful of blood was spat out, Xie Jing's face was twisted in agony, his complexion deathly pale. In a matter of dozens of breaths, his hair had almost completely turned white!

  Xie Qing Cang had already realized that manipulating the Seven Ghosts Flag to devour flesh and blood was a dangerous move.

  He has ridden a tiger and it's hard to get off, with one mouth connected to another, spraying the essence of blood towards the Seven Ghosts Flag, while struggling to control the Ghost Head Return Flag.

  Looking at the immortal master below, his raised hands turned pale white, and even his hair turned white. Xiao Ziyang was certain that this person had encountered a huge trouble!

  Suddenly, Xiao Ziyang's memories that had been sealed in his heart for a long time surged up uncontrollably, and the bloody scenes one after another made his body tremble ceaselessly.

  Maybe this is heaven's gift to him, an opportunity for a chance of revenge.

  Xiao Ziyang resolutely stretched out his hand, slowly grasping the horse-beheading knife. At this moment, the corpses of his parents and a secret letter signed by Su Dingbei, the current Prime Minister of Xiliang State, appeared before his eyes!

  Xiao Ziyang's eyes blazed with a fierce flame, it was the flame of hope that a desperate traveler saw!

  He kicked the ground with both legs, and the rocks under his feet were crushed instantly!

  Xiao Ziyang's body, which had been kneeling and bowing, suddenly sprang up with a fierce kick of his legs. He twisted his waist and shook his shoulders, concentrating the strength of his legs and waist into his right hand, which tightly grasped the horse-slaying knife.

  Along with this mighty force, his right hand thrust forward, the slash of the horse-cutting knife flashing towards Xie Qingcang's back!

  "Knife Throwing Technique"!

  This is the desperate ultimate move of "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Knife" taught by Lei Da Biao.

  Although Xie Jingcang's entire attention was focused on the Seven Ghosts Flag, he had already detected Xiao Ziyang's movements.

  Xie Qing's soul was on the verge of collapse, all his spiritual energy and magical powers were suppressing the out-of-control Seven Ghosts Flag, unable to extract even a single thread of excess magic to respond to the crisis behind him!

  Xie Qing's desperate scream, the horse-killing knife fiercely stabbed into his back, all the way to the hilt, the tip of the knife brought out his hot blood from his chest.

  Xie Qingcang let out a loud roar, spewing out a thread of magical power that wrapped around the hot blood spraying from the Blood Slashing Horse Knife's blood groove and sent it towards the Seven Ghost Flag.

  The Wan Gui Fan, which had been nourished by his rich blood, suddenly burst into a fierce glow, and was now resisting the Blood Skull controlled by Xie Jingang. The blood-colored flames were surging wildly! Under his command, it suddenly turned its head and rushed towards the mountain slope.

  Xiao Ziyang threw out his horse-slaying knife at the same time, and he had already rushed to one side, his eyes fixed tightly on Xie Qingcang.

  Seeing the terrible immortal being stabbed in the center of his mouth with one knife, injuring his heart, not only did he not die, but his ferocity increased instead. He controlled countless blood-colored ghost heads to rush towards the mountain slope, frightening him to desperately dash into the forest.

  Xiao Ziyang rushed into the woods without looking back.

  He didn't know that the blood-colored skull rushing towards the mountain slope suddenly stopped, and the blood-colored magic flames on its body surged violently, breaking free from control, and turned around to counterattack the monk.

  Xie Qingcang still maintained the posture of holding up both hands and pinching Jue's finger, but in fact, he had already lost his breath.

  Don't mention it, a cultivator who has just entered the third layer of Qi Refining is already a Foundation Establishment cultivator. If someone's heart is injured, without a high-grade Life-Saving Spirit Pill, they won't live for even a moment!

  A swarm of blood-colored skulls rushed forward, and in an instant, they gnawed Xie Qingcang's corpse clean. Afterwards, like weary birds returning to their nests, they surged into the Seven Ghost Flag that had lost its master.

  A dark light flashed by, and the Wan Gui Fan quickly shrank, transforming into a small sail half a foot high, falling in front of Xie Qing's corpse.

  Xiao Ziyang did not know what was happening behind him, he didn't even dare to turn his head back, and with a speed that he could not have imagined in normal times, he darted through the dense forest like lightning.

  After running for a while, he turned his head back to look and found that there was no bloody skull chasing after him. His heartstrings relaxed slightly, and he slowed down his speed, identified the direction, and escaped towards the Qinglong Village. Along the way, he tried his best to cover up the traces he left behind.

  Xiao Ziyang held onto that person, never expecting to escape back to the Qinglong Mountain stronghold, which was littered with skulls.

  In a corner of a wing room in Qinglong Village, Xiao Ziyang hid for an hour and finally confirmed that the person had not caught up.

  He hesitated for half a day, wanting to go back and take a look, but he didn't dare to. After being indecisive for half a moment, he finally decided to wait until dawn to take another look.

  At that time, he was terrified and didn't think much about it. Now thinking back, at that time the person was pierced through the heart by his horse-killing knife, even if it were an immortal master, probably already seriously injured. He did not pursue, only to say that the person had no strength to counterattack.

  Xiao Ziyang suddenly found that in this hidden room, the strong foot odor accompanied by a bloody smell had reached an unbearable level. Earlier, when he was escaping for his life, he hadn't noticed it, but now he felt a surge of nausea and couldn't stay there for another moment.

  Xiao Ziyang hastily left the wing room and slipped towards the gathering hall at the back of the mountain stronghold.

  The gate of the assembly hall was slightly ajar, with a sliver of light shining through the gap. Xiao Ziyang pushed open the gate and slipped inside.

  The hall is extremely large and empty, with a huge armchair placed against the wall in the center of the hall. On either side of the armchair are two smaller chairs arranged opposite each other.

  In the middle of the hall is a bluestone-encircled fire pit.

  Tai Fu Mountain is located in the northern part of Gan State, on the northwest border of the Western Liang Empire. The climate here is dry and cold, and every household will set up a fire pit in the main room, where they gather around to warm themselves during winter.