Longevity: Start Farming with Entries

Upon hearing this, True Monarch Ghostly Sand’s heart was instantly chilled!

Immediately, he greeted the other party with a salute, overwhelmed, "Fellow Daoist Blood Aversion, you are indeed a formidable presence!"

The Blood Aversion Demon Monarch merely waved his hand slightly, uninterested in such flattery. With a cold expression, he simply said:

"One is dealt with, now there’s one left."

"Although you joined forces with us to kill Master Lihuo this time, serving as your pledge to our Holy Sect, you will still need to take action once more with us."

"After the deed is done, rest assured that we will not forget the promise we made to you, Fellow Daoist."

True Monarch Ghostly Sand was immediately pleased, "Fellow Daoist Blood Aversion, are you saying? You have already located that young man from the Southern Wilderness?"

"Heh heh! Just now, when I passed through Qian Yue’s body to enter Weiyuan City, I discovered that this True Monarch Wangyue had an extremely intense ’Blood Ring Curse Seal’ on him!"

"I’m afraid our sect’s Saint Child likely died by his hand. It’s just as well to take this opportunity to avenge him, and thoroughly torment his Nascent Soul, lighting it as a thousand-year lamp, to show the people of the world the consequences of offending my Blood Refining Demon Sect!"

"As long as the Blood Ring Curse Seal exists, even if he runs to the end of the world, he can’t escape the palm of my Demon Monarch’s hand!"

Upon hearing this, True Monarch Ghostly Sand shivered with fear, yet joy was written all over his face, "Haha! Then let’s hurry and catch up."

"Take my demon pet as our transport; in terms of escape techniques, it’s unsurpassed among its tier and comparable to the full-speed tunneling of a mid-stage Nascent Soul." Blood Aversion Demon Monarch said indifferently.

"Even if that young man has extraordinary means, this time, he definitely won’t escape my Demon Monarch’s grasp."

The Blood Aversion Demon Monarch raised his hand, collecting Master Lihuo’s Tier Four Middle-Grade Spiritual Treasure and storage pouch, with no intention of sharing them with True Monarch Ghostly Sand.

True Monarch Ghostly Sand looked at the treasures with envy but dared not speak up.

After all, in the ambush of Master Lihuo, most of the effort came from the Blood Aversion Demon Monarch. He had only helped from the sidelines.

Soon after.

A Tier Four Bloodscale Demon Python descended from the sky, stopping before the two of them, spreading a pair of bloodscale wings, shimmering with brilliant demon light.

The two of them leaped onto its back.

A rumble echoed through the void as the enormous form of the Bloodscale Demon Python suddenly transformed into a mirage and disappeared...

Pursuing in the direction where Qin Ming was.

...

Meanwhile, on Qin Ming’s side, he had naturally witnessed everything that had just transpired.

He had not expected the methods of the Blood Aversion Demon Monarch to be so vicious and ruthless, directly targeting the cultivators’ Nascent Souls.

Before Qin Ming’s support could arrive, Master Lihuo had already fallen.

Although Qin Ming was not afraid of them, he couldn’t guarantee that other Demon Monarchs wouldn’t come to aid them during the fight.

Even if he intended to combat them, it was necessary to lead them away, far from this place.

To be cautious, he packed away the Lingxiao Imperial Carriage and exerted all his effort to employ the flying escape technique of the Nascent Soul Stage, flying in a chosen direction.

During this time, Qin Ming several times employed the True Demon Illusion to change his appearance.

Yet no matter how he disguised and attempted to shake them off, the Blood Aversion Demon Monarch was always able to pinpoint his location.

This confirmed his suspicions.

"It seems the Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs have a long-range sensory ability for the ’Blood Ring Curse Seal.’" Qin Ming silently thought to himself.

So much so that even after he performed several Blood Escape Techniques, the other party could still follow the trail and catch up.

Half a day later.

Qin Ming’s figure suddenly halted, no longer evading, but stopped in place.

His expression was serene, unruffled, as he revealed a slight calmness.

"I’ll choose this feng shui treasure spot; guess I’ll just bleed both of you here first..."

"Let’s hope that the Nascent Soul of this Blood Aversion Demon Monarch holds the curse-breaking method."

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