Chapter 19: Whereabouts

"Go!"

Elder Jimo looked at the three-zhang-tall giant before him, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes as he raised his hand and waved.

The Yin Corpse Poison Fire immediately shot toward Sun Xuan.

Seeing this, Sun Xuan's expression remained unchanged.

His arm, exuding a metallic luster, punched toward the incoming Yin Corpse Poison Fire with an unstoppable Aura.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, the Yin Corpse Poison Fire was blasted apart mid-air by Sun Xuan's punch.

The entire cluster of Yin Corpse Poison Fire shattered into clusters of ghastly green flames.

Then, it unexpectedly attached itself directly to Sun Xuan's arm.

It burned with a sizzle, clinging to him like maggots on bone.

Sun Xuan instantly felt waves of scorching heat transmitting from his arm.

Although it did not cause him any real damage, Sun Xuan was temporarily unable to extinguish the Yin Corpse Poison Fire.

Sun Xuan silently muttered that it was bizarre, and the killing intent in his heart grew even stronger.

Seeing this, Sun Xuan ignored the raging ghastly green flames on his arm and directly waved his hand.

A small mountain-shaped seal immediately appeared before Sun Xuan.

Following that, Sun Xuan rapidly injected his magic power into the qianshan seal, causing the palm-sized qianshan seal to instantly and rapidly expand.

"Suppress!"

Sun Xuan hugged the top of the small mountain with both hands, let out a loud shout, and then rapidly suppressed it toward Elder Jimo.

Seeing this, Elder Jimo was unwilling to be suppressed by the qianshan seal.

He let out a wild roar from his mouth, and a dazzling blood-red light surged intensely over his body.

Dozens of blood-red skulls rapidly rushed out from his sleeves, biting and locking together to form a skull shield.

It blocked beneath the qianshan seal.

Then Elder Jimo fiercely pounded his chest several times, opening his mouth to spit out several large mouthfuls of vital blood, his complexion instantly turning deathly pale.

After the skull shield absorbed a massive amount of vital blood, the blood-red light upon it surged intensely, and its defense instantly reached a higher level.

Right at this moment, the qianshan seal had already carried the weight of a myriad jun and suppressed it toward the skull shield.

"Boom!"

With another explosive sound, the blood light on the skull shield was immediately suppressed and extinguished.

Following that, bursts of cracking sounds rang out, and the skull heads making up the skull shield shattered one by one.

Amidst Elder Jimo's expression of utter terror and shock, the qianshan seal smashed down from above his head with a loud crash.

Elder Jimo was instantly suppressed from mid-air into the ground by the qianshan seal.

Not far away, rows of buildings collapsed in large patches under the massive tremor, turning into ruins.

As Sun Xuan raised his hand and beckoned, the qianshan seal instantly shrank to the size of a palm, then swiftly flew back into Sun Xuan's hand.

Sun Xuan flipped his hand and put it away.

Under the suppression of the qianshan seal, Elder Jimo had completely turned into a puddle of bloody mud, dead beyond death.

This swift and fierce battle came to an end.

In the distance, Elder Jimo's group of Disciples and descendants blankly stared at Elder Jimo, who had been smashed into a puddle of bloody mud on the ground by Sun Xuan.

"Run!"

Seeing that Elder Jimo had died, someone among this group of Disciples and descendants took the lead in shouting, and then one by one they snapped out of their shock, turned around, and fled.

"Swish!"

With a series of soft sounds, a streak of seven-colored flowing light flew out from Sun Xuan's hand.

Then, it instantly slew the few people who ran the fastest.

Seeing this, the remaining people wore looks of terror and instantly did not dare to act rashly, freezing in place with cold sweat all over their bodies.

Seeing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Sun Xuan's mouth as he spoke:

"Running?

Did this Daoist let you run!"

Sun Xuan's voice was not loud, but falling into the ears of Elder Jimo's Disciples and descendants, it was like a thunderclap, shattering their livers and gallbladders with fear.

Originally, when Elder Jimo was killed by Sun Xuan, they had happily thought in their hearts that this old bastard had finally died.

They were free and no longer needed to fear that one day, if something went wrong, they would be refined into skulls by Elder Jimo.

Unfortunately, they never expected that just as they escaped the tiger's den, they entered the wolf's lair.

They had finally managed to outlive Elder Jimo, that sinister and ruthless old immortal.

And now they welcomed such a god of slaughter before their eyes.

Now they were done for. In Elder Jimo's hands, at least they didn't have to die immediately and could still bounce around for a few more days.

Now that they had fallen into this god of slaughter's hands, whether they could survive today was an unknown variable.

Sun Xuan first summoned over the Storage Pouch on Elder Jimo's body, then gathered the Yin Corpse Poison Fire into his hand.

Wrapping it with magic power, he stored it inside his Dantian to slowly refine it.

This Yin Corpse Poison Fire was bizarre and unpredictable; after Elder Jimo was suppressed and slain by Sun Xuan,

it had gathered into a cluster, quietly floating in mid-air.

Now that Sun Xuan had put it away, after refining it, it could also serve as a method to deal with enemies.

Then, Sun Xuan discovered a Jade Slip within Elder Jimo's Storage Pouch, sweeping it slightly with his Divine Sense.

He discovered that what was recorded inside was precisely a Demonic Technique, the Withered Blood Soul-Devouring Demonic Art.

Looking at this Daoist Magic, Sun Xuan found it extremely bizarre, profound, and obscurely difficult to understand.

Elder Jimo and his Disciples drinking blood to Cultivate their techniques, using living people as sacrifices to refine skull heads—

that was merely a distorted understanding and blind, reckless cultivation of this Cultivation Technique.

But even so, those blood-red skulls still displayed immense might.

If one could correctly study this Daoist Magic and successfully Cultivate it, its power would definitely be horrifying.

Thinking of this, Sun Xuan flipped his hand and put the Jade Slip away, preparing to slowly ponder its true meaning.

Then, he shouted coldly toward the surrounding Disciples and descendants of Elder Jimo:

"Everyone, all of you, come before this Daoist!"

Sun Xuan did not care what this group of people was thinking.

Elder Jimo's bunch of Disciples and descendants were no good elements; killing people and draining blood was an everyday occurrence for them.

They belonged to the sort of scum where if you casually slashed down with a knife, not a single innocent person would be killed.

Hearing this, although they were ten thousand times unwilling to approach Sun Xuan, this god of slaughter,

circumstances were stronger than people, so they could only quickly arrive before Sun Xuan one by one.

Seeing this, Sun Xuan raised his hand and waved toward the sky.

Under the condensation of magic power, Wang Lin's appearance instantly manifested before everyone.

"Which of you has seen this person? Honestly inform this Daoist right now.

Otherwise, I believe you wouldn't want to taste the feeling of having your soul extracted and refined!"

Looking at the portrait condensed in the air by Sun Xuan using magic power, the crowd glanced at each other.

Then, a Cultivator at the Early Stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage braced himself and stepped forward, speaking to Sun Xuan:

"Replying to Old Ancestor's words, this little one knows this person.

A few days ago, this person colluded with one of this little one's martial nephews, killing his Master—who is this little one's Junior Brother.

Afterwards, Elder Jimo issued a hunt order against him, and right now he should be hiding within Teng Family City.

Walking about three thousand li eastward from here is the location of Teng Family City."

Finishing his words in one breath, this Foundation Establishment Cultivator looked at Sun Xuan with a face full of fear, awaiting punishment.

"Very good!"

Having obtained the information he wanted, a smile immediately appeared on Sun Xuan's face.

Seeing the satisfied expression on Sun Xuan's face, the crowd instantly breathed a slight sigh of relief inwardly.

Secretly thinking that they had managed to save their little lives.

But right at this moment, a streak of seven-colored flowing light rapidly shuttled through the crowd, stirring up a flurry of blood and screams of agony.

"What are you celebrating so early for? Scum of the cultivation world like you are hazards even if left alive.

What this Daoist is doing can also be considered acting on behalf of the heavens!"

In the blink of an eye, Elder Jimo's bunch of Disciples and descendants were cleanly slaughtered by the qixuan sword.

Then, they were burned into ashes by a bolt of Yin Corpse Poison Fire from Sun Xuan.