Hoofbeats fragmented.
On both sides of the official road, withered yellow wild grass shivered in the wind.
Jiang Yuechu rode on the horse, gently swaying with Yunbo's steps, her mood unusually relaxed.
It must be said.
The flesh and blood of the Lotus Cultivation Demon King were truly a great tonic.
Though only a small amount, combined with the domineering refinement of the Blood Food Technique, the eighth ink pattern above her Golden Core had long since reached Perfection and depth.
Even faintly, the prototype of the ninth ink pattern was already flickering in her Dantian Qi Sea.
Just one step away from success.
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes, subconsciously sticking out her tongue to lick her red lips.
Her gaze uncontrollably drifted a few zhang away to her side again.
You Wujiang was tightly clutching that pale longsword, almost walking along the very edge of the official road.
Noticing Jiang Yuechu's gaze.
This peerless Prodigy of the younger generation of the Great Tang suddenly trembled.
He subconsciously covered the storage jade pendant at his waist with one hand.
"You... what do you want to do?!"
Seeing him look like a startled bird.
Jiang Yuechu sighed inwardly.
What a pity.
If she could have tricked him out of another hundred jin, perhaps this ninth ink pattern could have fully formed today.
However... too much of anything is bad.
If the demon king's corpse was really stripped down to just bones, it would be difficult to explain to the General Bureau back in the capital.
Thinking of this.
Jiang Yuechu withdrew her gaze, which had filled You Wujiang with dread, and said indifferently: "Lord You misunderstands."
"I merely wanted to remind you that the wind and sand ahead are strong; tighten your collar."
Hearing this.
You Wujiang visibly relaxed, his tense shoulders finally slumping.
As long as it's not about the flesh, whatever you say is right.
After leaving the Bianzhou territory, they traveled west.
The scenery, which had still shown some greenery, completely changed as they delved deeper into the heartland of Henan.
As far as the eye could see.
The riverbeds had long since dried up, leaving only cracked mud and a few wind-dried fish bones.
The trees by the roadside were bare.
Not to mention leaves, even the bark had been stripped clean.
Only pale tree trunks remained, starkly pointing towards the gray sky.
On both sides of the official road, several starved corpses that had fallen were gnawed down to white bones by wild dogs before they could even rot.
"The disaster in Henan Dao has actually become this severe..."
You Wujiang looked at the scene before him, his expression, which had been somewhat relaxed after protecting the demon corpse, gradually hardened.
Although he had long heard of the great drought in Henan, this tragic sight of thousands of li of barren land still exceeded his expectations.
Jiang Yuechu silently pulled up her collar, covering her mouth and nose, and did not reply.
Natural and man-made disasters were always like this.
Even Seed Lotus Mountain Gazing cultivators, who could move mountains and fill seas, could not conjure tens of thousands of shi of grain.
Rather than feeling sorrowful here, it was more practical to kill a few more demons.
As they were walking.
"Roar—!!!"
A demonic roar came from afar.
Jiang Yuechu and You Wujiang exchanged glances.
Almost instinctively.
You Wujiang's right hand was already on the hilt of the pale longsword on his back.
Just as he was about to speak.
He saw the dark-robed figure beside him had already shot out like an arrow from a bowstring.
"Giddy-up!!!"
Yunbo was already spiritual; without needing words, its four hooves exerted force, darting out like an arrow from a bowstring.
Dust billowed.
You Wujiang was stunned for a moment, looking at the figure speeding away, and then reacted.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
He cursed under his breath, True Qi pouring into his feet.
His figure swayed, transforming into a golden stream of light, chasing after it... Boom—!
A huge rock was violently shattered.
Amidst the flying debris, several Demon Suppression Guardss in black robes with red patterns fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, clearly beyond saving.
And in the center of the rubble.
Two enormous black-furred evil dogs, one in front and one behind, formed a pincer attack, hunting the remaining people.
These two beasts were extremely grotesque.
Their bodies were covered in slick black fur, their limbs thick and powerful, and most terrifying was their blood-red maw that split all the way to their ears.
In the middle of the crowd.
A young woman in a white brocade robe was particularly striking.
White Robe Patrol.
In the Demon Suppression Division, below the Silver Robe is the White Robe.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Ji Shuyu knelt on one knee, leaning on her longsword.
Her white robe, at this moment, was unrecognizable in its original color.
She looked up, staring at the two black shadows slowly approaching, her eyes filled with bitterness.
Two Ink Dot Realm great demons... If it were one-on-one, with her Ink Dot mid-stage strength, she would still have a chance to fight, even to kill them.
But one against two... these two beasts cooperated seamlessly and were incredibly cunning.
The two black dog demons were not in a hurry to attack, extending their plump, long purplish-red tongues to lick their wet noses.
Their greedy gazes roamed unbridled over the graceful figure of the white-robed woman.
The slightly smaller dog demon on the left suddenly spoke.
"Big brother... this woman has long legs, I want to ride her."
The dog demon on the right grunted, his tone disdainful.
"Ambition! We are demons, we eat meat and drink blood! Can't you put some proper things in your head?"
The little black dog was a bit aggrieved: "Big brother, just let me ride her once. Usually, those village women can't take much, they die after just a couple of rides."
"This is a cultivating woman, her body is strong, she'll definitely be durable."
The big black dog was a bit impatient, just about to scold it.
But then the little black dog's eyes rolled, and it chuckled.
"How about this."
"After you're done... can I have a turn?"
The big evil dog was stunned for a moment, tilting its massive dog head, seemingly deep in thought.
A moment later.
It bared its fangs, revealing a satisfied, sinister grin.
"You have some conscience... Alright, it's settled then, I'll go first!"
Listening to the vulgar and offensive words of these two beasts.
Ji Shuyu felt her stomach churn, and the shame and indignation in her heart actually brought an unnatural flush to her originally pale face.
"Shameless beasts!"
The surrounding Demon Suppression Guardss were even more enraged, their eyes splitting with fury.
"Protect Commander Ji!"
A captain with a severed left arm roared.
He suddenly sprang from the ground, fueled by unknown strength, gripping his saber with one hand, and charged forward with a sudden burst.
"Kill—!!!"
The remaining few, with bloodshot eyes, dragged their mutilated bodies, charging towards the two evil dogs like moths to a flame.
Facing this desperate counterattack.
A trace of disdain flashed in the big black dog's eyes.
"Courting death."
Hum—
Behind the two evil dogs, their Spiritual Seals lit up almost simultaneously.
One green, one red.
Whoosh—!!!
Wind rose from the ground.
The wind was mixed with countless fine strands of black Evil Qi.
The captain at the very front, upon contact with this Blood Wind, his body suddenly stiffened.
His originally resolute eyes instantly became dull and hollow.
This Blood Wind did not harm the Physical Body, but specifically attacked the Divine Soul.
Once it entered the body, it would lead to light mental confusion or, in severe cases, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.
Immediately after.
Whoosh la la—
There were no dark clouds in the sky, yet a fine bloody rain fell from nowhere.
The raindrops sizzled upon contact with skin.
Those Demon Suppression Guardss who were still struggling to charge felt their strength rapidly drain away with the rainwater.
Their muscles and bones went limp, their strength dissipated.
Several figures consecutively collapsed, their weapons clattering to the ground, no longer able to hold them in the slightest.
They could only lie limp on the ground like mud, watching helplessly as the two evil dogs stepped over their bodies.
The Blood Wind confused the spirit, and the bloody rain corroded the bones.
These two dog demons were born of the same mother, their minds in perfect sync.
It was with such bizarre and vicious methods that even a master of Ink Dot Realm Perfection, if caught off guard, would suffer defeat on the spot.