I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 183: The 183rd Qing Heng, we meet again.

Chapter 183: The 183rd Qing Heng, we meet again.

"Good!"

Ji Lu nodded in agreement.

He accepted the request Liang Hui had made.

Immediately, he took out a Jade Slip from his bosom and handed it over.

"Taoist Child, be careful on the road ahead."

"I will be cautious."

The youth stepped past Ji Lu’s figure and walked towards the outside of the palace.

The sect master guessed that he was about to leave and was not surprised.

What he had asked for, the information conveyed, was already very clear.

He stepped forward and his figure gradually vanished inside the palace.

Beast Taming Sect, a lush forest several miles away.

Liang Hui took out the Mystic Altar from his bosom and looked back at the sect behind him.

"I am setting out. When I return again, everything will be back on track."

He suddenly exerted strength in his palm.

Crack!

The Mystic Altar shattered.

A pitch-black fissure emerged in front of him, and the youth, with an indifferent expression, stepped into it with a wide stride.

...

Meanwhile.

In Qingheng Sect, within an ancient hall.

An old man sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes in surprise, looking at the Compass on the Jade Altar that was continuously flickering with light.

His wrinkled hand lifted, and the Compass turned into a streak of light, coming into the elder’s palm.

A moment later, the elder placed the Compass back on the Jade Altar.

"The marks left by Beast Taming Sect in Qingzhou have all been activated."

"It seems that something important has happened, and I need to report to the sect master."

Qingheng Sect was in a state of semi-seclusion due to Old Monster Gong’s rogue assassination.

But they would always pay attention to anything concerning the Beast Taming Sect.

As thoughts crossed his mind, the elder swiftly made his way towards the sect’s main hall for discussions.

...

On the other side.

Liang Hui had already left the spatial rift.

In the vast primeval forest, the youth, clad in a blue robe with his black hair pinned up by a wooden hairpin, had his sleeves fluttering with the breeze.

Surveying his surroundings, he felt the barbaric breath emanating from the area.

He then transformed into a beam of sword light, heading eastward.

In less than half an hour, a simple town appeared within the young man’s sight.

Liang Hui cast a casual glance and then prepared to leave.

His main purpose here was to collect Vitality Treasure Medicine and Exotic Beast flesh, which such a rudimentary town was unlikely to possess.

Suddenly, the youth’s brow furrowed slightly.

He sensed two powerful presences rapidly approaching.

’Qingheng Sect? The Mystic Altar’s arrival point has been discovered.’

The youth whispered to himself, able to smell Qingheng Sect’s scent from miles away.

That the other party could arrive here so quickly only made him think there must be an issue with the Mystic Altar.

Various thoughts raced through his mind.

The sword light around his body suddenly surged, propelling him eastward at high speed.

"Stop, thief!"

A stern shout came from afar.

Two elders from Qingheng Sect, clad in green finery, had expressions filled with penetrating killing intent.

When encountering disciples of Beast Taming Sect, they had only one response.

Kill!

The aura around the two of them began to intensify, with their speed escalating continuously.

One of the elders brought his hands together and bellowed:

"Embrace the Mountain!"

Boom!

In an instant, a green mountain, hundreds of meters tall, emerged into the Vault of Heaven.

It descended towards the youth with crushing force.

The air was filled with the sound of explosions, the ground began to collapse, and ancient trees were being destroyed.

Liang Hui, watching this scene, increased his sword light once more, which also boosted his speed.

Like a darting fish, he narrowly avoided the suppression of the green mountain.

Breaking through the waves of air, he continued towards the distance.

The two Qingheng Sect elders behind him wore grim expressions.

Various secret techniques erupted in the youth’s wake, but they were all deftly dodged.

Unknowingly, most of the day had passed.

Liang Hui finally stopped, his mouth curving into a smile.

If it weren’t for the fear that being too close to Qingheng Sect would attract stronger support due to the noise of the battle.

He had started fighting at the first glance of the two individuals.

But now it wasn’t too late.

Turning around!

He looked mockingly at the elder and the young man behind him.

"The two of you, this place has nice scenery, it’s a good place to be buried."

"Are you speaking of yourself, junior of the Beast Taming Sect?"

The two individuals also halted their steps and stood side by side.

Then, they stepped forward together.

Their formidable aura shot straight into the sky, causing the clouds for miles around to scatter.

The clear sky was revealed.

Kill! x2

The two struck at the same time.

The azure mountains and the golden spear that enveloped the sky, suddenly attacked the youth.

At that moment, even the air seemed to explode, creating ripples in the space around them.

Sharpness and heft intertwined, aiming to suppress the foe.

Facing the sheen that occupied his vision, the young man reached forward with his hand, and a crimson-gold Taoist Sword emerged between his fingers.

The Crimson Cloud Sword was raised high and then chopped down fiercely.

The crimson-gold sword light soared skyward.

In an instant, it split the mountain ranges and shattered the spears that filled the sky.

With its ultimate sharpness, it struck at the enemies standing in the sky.

"Block it!"

In their fierce roar,

the two elders of the Qingheng Sect went all out, forming a thick shield in front of them.

At the same time, magic artifacts flew out from their bodies and positioned themselves in the forefront.

Crack!

The sword light shattered the magic artifacts one by one, and finally, after piercing through the shield several dozen meters, it was extinguished by the elder and the young man.

Although he hadn’t slain the enemy with one sword strike, Liang Hui was very satisfied with this blow.

To nearly kill an enemy who was a whole realm above him was an unprecedented feat.

If Liang Hui was satisfied, then the two from the Qingheng Sect were shocked.

The elder in the blue robe asked fearfully,

"Who are you?"

"Sword Cultivator, Pure Yang!"

Before the words could spread, a sword light of utmost brilliance had already descended upon them.

The edge that shattered everything, the intense heat,

seemed to be a round of crimson-golden sun slashing down.

Ah!

The two screamed with all their might.

Mana and True Qi were summoned regardless of the cost.

The surging azure radiance and the vast golden glow were for the first time so dazzling and so blinding.

’We must block it!’

Boom!

In the deafening explosion, endless brilliance covered everything.

The ground beneath them was torn apart layer by layer, and billowing dust rose.

"Ha! Ha! I’ve survived."

A low roar came from within the brilliance and dust.

The elder laughed maniacally, half his body already melting away, with a charred figure still standing in front of him.

Suddenly, a snow-white ruler cleaved through the dust, breaking through the brilliance, and appeared before the elder’s head.

Smack!

Like a watermelon shattering, blood and bone fragments scattered and fell.

A tall figure stepped through the dust, approaching where the two corpses lay.

With his left hand, he reached out and grasped the snow-white ruler.

Looking down at the two bodies on the ground, the smile remained on his face.

"You did try your best!"

He was very pleased with the two sword strokes he had dealt.

It seemed like Liang Hui had dispatched his enemies with just two strikes of his sword,

but in reality, he had poured all his strength into each blow, and with his current mana, he could probably only strike once more at most.

With a thought,

the Nine-layered Altar appeared in his right palm, and the Crimson Cloud Sword, swift as a fish, instantly arrived at the top of the altar.

With a gentle toss,

the altar hovered over the two corpses, shedding strands of crimson-gold mist.

Several breaths passed.

The altar returned to the youth’s palm, leaving nothing on the ground but a layer of gray-white powder and two storage bags.

He didn’t pay attention to the spoils of war on the ground,

but focused his attention on the altar instead, clearly feeling the Crimson Cloud Sword becoming sharper and hotter.