The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 236 - 182: Slaughter in Qingqiu (3rd Update!)

"Damn it, boys, put in more effort! We can’t let the Water Village and the Rain Village outdo us!" The group of Ancestor Witches saw the tribespeople of the Water Village and the Rain Village leading at the forefront, fearing they would seize the remaining Demons, and screamed wildly.

"Kill!"

The villagers of the Fire Village and the Wind Village were the first to respond to the Ancestor Witches’ call. Each one, as if injected with steroids, simultaneously employed the Witch Tribe’s Divine Skills, and a monstrous, giant Fire Dragon was summoned, stepping on blades of wind, soaring into the sky, roaring madly, and scorched toward the Demon Race ahead.

Wherever the Fire Dragon passed, countless Demons entirely burst into flames. The terrifying high temperature pierced through the Void directly. Followed by the wind blades, the Demons turned into a mass of flames were instantly shaved down to bare bones. The chilling cold light made one’s scalp tingle.

Seeing the four villages crazily slaughtering the Demons, other Witch Tribe villages also invoked their combined Divine Powers. In a moment, mountain-sized palms, chilling massive ice mountains, sky-covering green lightnings, incredibly sharp golden scythes, and thick green vines... an endless barrage of attacks poured down on the Qingqiu Demon Clan at Qingqiu Mountain.

Meanwhile, the Qingqiu Demon Clan also began their counterattack, countless Magic Treasures, each according to its unique properties forming a vast light curtain, wielding boundless tremendous force, desperately blocking the Witch Tribe’s attacks from several feet away, even utterly smashing them.

The highest combat forces of the two armies also clashed.

Di Jiang faced off against the old fox, Tu Qingshan, while the other Demon leaders paired off, each pair of Great Demons attacked an Ancestor Witch. It has to be said that these guys are shameless enough; it seems that none who survived from the Dragon Han Calvary were easy to deal with.

Take that so-called Brother Huang for example, an Innate Yellow Weasel who achieved enlightenment, named Huang Huanyang. It turns out he was actually a relative of that Lv Wen, but unfortunately, when the clan leader of the Rat Clan disappeared. Lv Wen sought help from this kin elder, but alas, when the great calamity came, everyone was only concerned with their own doorstep, indifferent to others’ plight. At that time, Huang Huanyang, although he had already broken through to the Quasi-Saint Realm, was naturally timid and dubious and did not care about the Rat Clan’s affairs. Therefore, he was hated by Lv Wen.

These Demons of the Qingqiu Mountain, actually also had miserable fates, all became sacrificial victims for Huang Huanyang.

The "rumbling!" sound of thunder reverberated continuously between heaven and earth, the space kept shattering, and the ground cracked open countless dark fissures, countless rolling boulders from Qingqiu Mountain slid down, the entire battlefield turned into a pitted mess, everywhere were scorched marks.

While all those Demon leaders were indeed from the Quasi-Saint Realm, compared to the Ancestor Witches they were quite outmatched. The Ancestor Witches’ cultivation had reached the Late Quasi-Saint phase, especially Di Jiang, who was only one step away from the Sub-Saint Realm. Moreover, their physical bodies were robust, and they often sparred with each other. How could they compare to these pampered Qingqiu Mountain Demon leaders? ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Boom!"

Di Jiang fiercely wielded the giant axe in his hand, continuously chopping at Tu Qingshan, the old fox. His body’s muscles bulged, shimmering with light yellow gloss, clearly had driven his tribe’s Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique to its peak.

On the other hand, Tu Qingshan seemed somewhat at his wits’ end. Quite frantic, he controlled a duster-like Spiritual Treasure in his hands, resisting Di Jiang’s attack with difficulty. The slight distance advantage he had was relentlessly severed by the aggressively advancing Di Jiang.

The pale-faced Tu Qingshan gritted his teeth harshly, took out a totally dark-gray box from his storage space. The box was engraved all over with sparkling Tao Runes; the entire dark black mixed within the golden radiance was unspeakably eerie.

"Di Jiang, you forced my hand! Don’t blame this old man for being impolite!" Tu Qingshan’s eyes, fiery, tightly stared at Di Jiang, yet his hand actions were not slow. He directly opened a crack in the box, releasing a blood-red Blood Dragon from inside, its foul and foul odor overwhelming, lunging towards Di Jiang with bared fangs and claws.

Following close by Di Jiang’s side, Heaven and Earth Taoist transmitted everything happening on the battlefield to Li Qingming on Penglai Island. Li Qingming, stroking his chin, quietly sensed the aura emanating from that black box, and after a long while, conveyed through voice transmission to Heaven and Earth Taoist, "The thing in that box can corrupt a person’s Primordial Spirit and physical body. Even an Ancestor Witch Body cannot block it, and would instantly turn into corrupted blood. Tell Di Jiang to be careful."

Heaven and Earth Taoist nodded, saying to Di Jiang, "Di Jiang, be careful to not let that Blood Dragon approach. This thing can corrupt the flesh, and it might be difficult even for an Ancestor Witch Body to block it."

On hearing this, Di Jiang’s expression became grave.

"Roar!" The Blood Dragon roared and charged forward, red mist surged into the skies, coupled with Qingqiu already turned into a blood mountain, everywhere between heaven and earth was filled with crimson. The chilling coldness pierced straight into the soul. Di Jiang’s body’s hair stood on end, an ominous feeling suddenly emerged, as if facing a great enemy.

"Buzz!" Di Jiang’s Ancestor Witch Body shimmered with golden runes, suddenly divine light blazed, as if he had put on a thick layer of Golden Armor, the tadpole-like runes slowly meandering outside Di Jiang’s Golden Armor, illuminating all around, shimmering brilliantly, making it difficult for one to look directly.

"Bang!"

Di Jiang tightened his grip on the ancient giant axe in his right hand, suddenly activated his Spatial Divine Power. Space cracked, he flashed into the space crevice, evading the flurry of the snow dragon. When he reappeared, he was already above the Blood Dragon’s head. The top of his giant axe blazed with golden brilliance, like a golden waterfall cascading down, majestic and heavy, with the force to crush the Void.

"Heaven Creation Style!" Di Jiang roared furiously, summoning all his Primordial Power to deliver a monumental axe strike. In an instant, nature’s spiritual energy surged wildly, overwhelming with its mighty force.

The vague silhouette of the axe suddenly enlarged, and its sharp aura dispersed in a flash, striking the head of the Blood Dragon as fast as lightning.

"Pfft!"

The Blood Dragon fell to the ground without even a chance to resist. The once arrogantly formidable Blood Dragon turned into a mist of blood and dispersed in the air in the blink of an eye.

Old Fox Tu Qingshan never expected that the Supreme Treasure given by Candle Dragon would turn out to be as ineffective as a wax-tipped spear. The moment the Blood Dragon fell, Tu Qingshan’s face turned deathly pale.

Di Jiang burst into a loud laughter, step by step he approached Tu Qingshan and said, "Hahaha, Old Fox! Remember in your next life to choose the right side, or else you won’t even know how you died! Today, I shall see you off. Farewell!"

With those words, the axe fell and a head dropped. A prominent figure of the Qingqiu Demon Clan met his demise! However, except for Heaven and Earth Taoist, no one noticed that Tu Qingshan, whose body had reverted to its original form after death—a mountainous size nine-tailed corpse—had one of its nine tails change from deep yellow to light yellow. The severed head also mysteriously rejoined the body.

"Listen up, remnants of the Demon Race, the lord of Qingqiu Mountain, Tu Qingshan, has now returned his soul to the Nine Heavens! Those who know the situation may retain their whole corpse, otherwise, I will ensure your total annihilation!" Di Jiang pointed at the original corpse of Tu Qingshan and roared loudly.

Upon hearing this, the other nineteen leaders of the Demon Race were stunned, and immediately some fought desperately, others turned and fled toward the Western direction. But were the prepared Witch Tribe going to let them escape easily? The answer was obviously no.

To prevent the demons on Qingqiu Mountain from escaping, Heaven and Earth Taoist had long blocked all the exits of Qingqiu Mountain. Not even a fly could escape from Qingqiu Mountain, let alone them.

With no hope of escape, the leaders of the Demon Race went utterly mad. Desperate, they returned to the battlefield. Each led their own clan, engaging in a frenzied slaughter. The clearly distinct two armies collided fiercely.

In fact, at this point, the battle had already decided the victor. In terms of individual strength, the Witch Tribe, who had cultivated various Divine Skills and Combat Skills, were obviously stronger than the Demon Race. Even though the number of the Demon Race on Qingqiu Mountain was three times that of the Witch Tribe, they were still being slaughtered disgracefully.

"Kill!"

As the battle continued, the ever-more-vigorous fighters of the Witch Tribe eventually revealed their true Witch Tribe bodies, and the Demon Race also transformed into their true forms, battling fiercely together. The scene resembled ancient humans fighting with wild beasts. It was extremely brutal, with limbs and arms scattered everywhere.

Suddenly, the entire Void was filled with changing winds and rising dark clouds, gradually starting to pour down torrential rain, adding to the already tragic and heroic scene!

This conflict between the Qingqiu Mountain Demon Race and the Witch Tribe had no original association, but it was because the Qingqiu Mountain Demon Race aligned with Candle Dragon, indirectly provoking the Witch Tribe’s hatred towards the Qingqiu Mountain Demon Race. In the grand calamity of Heaven and Earth, the cruelest thing is the war between races. Each of the Witch Tribe was furiously slaughtering the Qingqiu Mountain Demon Race, and every one of the Qingqiu Mountain Demon Race was also mercilessly devouring the Witch Tribe.

The battlefield once again replayed the battle of Cloud Dream Blood Prison from tens of thousands of years ago, with a sky covered in blood light, storms raging wildly, turning the entire Qingqiu Mountain Range into a scene of Chaos, a blur filled with rampaging energy waves and mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The battle continued indefinitely until the last of the Demon Race fell into a pool of blood. The whole of Qingqiu Mountain was filled with the pungent smell of blood. As far as the eye could see, there were mountain-high bodies of both tribes, with countless severed arms and legs.

Di Jiang, standing on Qingqiu Peak, suddenly said in a deep voice, "Separate the Witch Tribe’s children from these corpses and cremate them all! Let their souls return to the embrace of the Father God!"

Although the Witch Tribe had won over the Qingqiu Mountain Demon Race this time, the loss was also massive. Out of more than ten million tribespeople, they lost over three million. Perhaps for others, trading three million tribespeople for thirty million lives of the Demon Race was a profitable deal. But for the Witch Tribe, it was an unbearable loss. Each tribesperson was a precious treasure to the Witch Tribe!

An hour later, Di Jiang once again ordered his people to organize the troops and set off anew.

As Di Jiang led his people farther and farther away, the already deceased lord of Qingqiu Mountain, Tu Qingshan, shook his bulky body that resembled a mountain. With a flash of light, he transformed back into a human form. Stroking his Mountain Goat beard, Tu Qingshan muttered to himself, "I never thought I, Tu Qingshan, would lose a tail, ah! Sons of the Fox Clan, return to my soul..."

"Boom crack!"

With a thunderous explosion in the clear sky, whether dead in some place or not, every member of the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox Clan trembled and staggered to their feet.

Looking at these clansmen, Tu Qingshan said to himself, "Witch Tribe, Demon Race, keep fighting! As long as the ancestor of my Heavenly Fox Clan returns, this world will sooner or later belong to the Heavenly Fox Clan!" (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to give recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)