In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

In the market town, the blood was boiling.

The demons in Qianli Lake Country heard the news and took action.

"Elder brother, let's leave quickly."

A disciple from Jianshan Peak found Zhao Ji, looked at the sky which was already covered with dark clouds, and said hurriedly.

"Can't leave."

Zhao Ji shook his head.

With this blood curse that requires the sacrifice of one's life, he cannot hide his whereabouts at all.

And now he is thousands of miles away from the human territory.

"You guys should leave quickly. Don't leave your life here. The right thing to do is to kill all the demons in the world for my brother."

Zhao Ji's mind was extremely calm, and he remained unperturbed even though he knew his death was approaching.

After experiencing the world for so long, I have become indifferent to life and death.

He looked at the group of cultivators who came to help. There were great cultivators of the third realm as well as cultivators of the second realm, most of them were sword cultivators.

"My fellow Taoists, don't waste your lives here in vain. Leave quickly before the demons come."

Outside the market town, demons are already lurking around.

However, due to the large number of monks in the market, he did not dare to come over for the time being.

A middle-aged swordsman stood up and said:

"Lord Wind and Thunder Sword, if we were afraid of death, we would not have come here. On the contrary, we did not expect that there are so many descendants of Jianshou Peak walking in the world. It is gratifying."

He looked at the dozen or so disciples from Jianshou Peak around Zhao Ji. Except for Wu Liu and Lian Shan who had not arrived yet, basically all of them were here.

“On the contrary, the descendants of Jianshou Peak should leave as soon as possible before the demons surround them, and don’t let the inheritance of Jianshou Peak be cut off.”

He advised sincerely.

"As long as Junior Brother is here, the inheritance of Jianshou Peak will never be cut off. Even if I die, I die."

A disciple laughed.

"Indeed, with Junior Brother here, we at Jianshou Peak will one day wipe out the demons."

Another disciple responded.

Seeing their appearance, the monks who came to help were a little confused.

Who is this junior brother, and why do the disciples of Jianshou Peak have so much confidence in him?

"Roar!"

A deafening roar was heard in the distance.

Groups of demons and monsters were emitting evil spirits that rose into the sky. A big demon formed a huge demon cloud that rolled over.

"Everyone, let's fight."

Zhao Ji spit out the flying sword, his eyes were cold and fierce.

......

Just as Zhao Ji and others were fighting hand-to-hand with the demons, a sword light was flying towards them rapidly.

It is Lianshan.

When he learned that Zhao Ji's identity was exposed, he rushed here, but unfortunately he was in the north at that time and the distance was too far.

Even if we don't stop all the way, we still haven't arrived.

Fortunately, the distance is not long.

Suddenly, he felt an extremely sharp sword intent rising behind him, breaking through the space and rapidly approaching him.

Looking back, I saw a swordsman in green flying towards me on a sword at an extremely fast speed.

Without waiting for him to ask, the swordsman just nodded and smiled at him, then continued to fly south.

He was a little stunned.

Which great swordsman is this?

He had seen almost all the famous sword masters in the world, but he had no impression of this one at all.

Moreover, his sword skills have probably surpassed most people.

......

"Boom!"

Rays of sword light flashed through the group of demons, causing casualties wherever they passed.

Especially Zhao Ji's wind and thunder flying sword, which could often cause large numbers of monsters to be killed or injured with just one strike.

In a short period of time, a large number of demon corpses accumulated on the ground of the market.

But there was no joy on everyone's face, instead there was endless solemnity.

These dead and injured demons were nothing but small fry. It was a common trick used by the demons to consume the energy of human cultivators.

When the time is right, the real big monster will come to an end.

And now it is wishful thinking to want to break out.

Thick evil clouds have completely enveloped the market town, making it dark and gloomy, with no air to get out and not even a single bird can get out.

"Everyone, it looks like we are going to leave a good story in the history of the cultivation world, haha."

Someone laughed.

"It's still a good thing. Just be content not to be called a fool."

Another person laughed heartily.

"My mana has been exhausted. It seems I have to go ahead of you all."

One person's flying sword was glowing.

"Let's go together and see if this legendary netherworld really exists."

During the communication between these people, the sadness of death was temporarily diluted.

Those big monsters hiding in the demon clouds were ready to move, and their scarlet eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light.

For monks, it is a great tonic.

"Buzz!"

At that moment, the flying swords of all the people in the market began to hum.

"How is this going?"

Several great monks of the third realm present looked towards the north, which was covered by heavy demonic clouds and could not be seen clearly.

They felt a sword intent rising from the north.

Then a very cool voice echoed:

"Come with a sword and ride on the wind to slay demons in the world!"

A ray of sword light was like the rising sun in the east, a ray of light pierced through the darkness and released infinite energy.

In an instant, a big hole appeared in the overwhelming demonic cloud, and the demon's body parts fell like rain.

The Taoist rode his sword and rode the wind, coming from the north.

The big demons in the demon cloud roared in anger and looked at the figure in fear.

"Which senior is this?"

The monks in the market were full of doubts.

The Drunken Swordsman stood in the air, looking at the densely packed demons with a satisfied smile.

This environment was very much to his liking.

He clasped his hands together and the flying sword floated behind him.

In the blink of an eye, one flying sword turned into thousands of flying swords, all stabbing into the demonic cloud.

"Roar, human race, aren't you afraid that the demon king of my demon race will take action?"

In the evil cloud, a huge demon was roaring.

Unfortunately, the Drunken Swordsman turned a deaf ear and controlled his flying sword mercilessly.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the demonic cloud surrounding the market town was riddled with holes, and the demons' blood dyed the sky and earth red.

"You are a person from the fourth realm, but you attacked me. Just wait, I will let my demon king take action and slaughter ten cities of your human race!"

The demons roared, but they were helpless against the powerful Drunken Swordsman.

"The human race cannot attack the demon race. What kind of logic is this?"

The Drunken Swordsman sneered.

He took off the gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and the light on the flying sword brightened.

In just a short moment, the countless demons that surrounded the market were either killed or fled, and the city was completely defeated.

Seeing that all the monks in the market were staring at him, the Drunken Swordsman descended and landed in the market.

Looking at the Jianshou Peak disciples around Zhao Ji who were injured but not dead, he nodded with satisfaction:

"After all, it lived up to the trust."

Live up to the trust, whose trust?

Everyone was puzzled, and one person stepped forward and saluted and asked:

"I don't know you, Senior. I haven't asked for your name yet?"

"I have forgotten my name, but I am known as the Drunken Swordsman."

The Drunken Swordsman said with a smile, and then looked at Zhao Ji and others:

"I was entrusted by your junior brother to come and rescue you. Now that the mission is completed, go back quickly."

Wine Sword Fairy?

Junior Brother? ! !

Zhao Ji and others were completely confused. Their junior brother had never gone down the mountain alone before. How did he get to know this person?

The other monks were even more confused.

Who exactly is this junior fellow from Jianshou Peak?

I actually know such a divine person.

But before they could ask in detail, the Drunken Swordsman's figure gradually disappeared.

Before it dissipated, he swung his sword for the last time in the direction the demon was escaping.

The sword energy is mighty, dividing the water.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock.

......

Jianshan Peak.

Bai Wu, who was cooking with his master's wife, suddenly changed his expression.

"Master's wife, I may have to sleep for a year or so."

Facing Ning Wan's surprised and worried eyes, he comforted her:

"I just have some insights into my practice. I may need to sleep for a while."

After that, he returned to his bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Blink and fall asleep.