In the Demon Suppression Division, the Iron-Cutting Sword Technique is perfected

In Liuchun County, a prosperous restaurant was bustling with people and fragrant.

Fang Xu and Su Yanan sat by the window on the second floor, enjoying the food while paying attention to the words of the diners, trying to capture information about the thousand-year-old tree demon.

According to the plan, before the general of the Demon Suppression Division led the team to come, the two of them had to stay in Liuchun County to avoid missing the opportunity.

"Fortunately, the chefs here are good, otherwise this job would be difficult."

Fang Xu stroked his beard, picked up a piece of tempting braised pork, and was about to put it into his mouth.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the street outside the window, and the originally lively street suddenly became chaotic.

"What happened?"

Fang Xu and Su Yanan looked at each other, put down their chopsticks together, and looked at the source of the commotion outside the window.

On both sides of the street, the willow trees that were once full of vitality seemed to have their souls taken away. The emerald green leaves withered and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally died completely.

The green avenue of the past turned into a dead silence in the blink of an eye.

"Why... why did these willow trees suddenly die?"

Fang Da Huzi's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He exchanged a glance with Su Yanan, and the two quickly stood up and headed straight for the central square where the Willow God's clone was enshrined.

The two of them had good Qinggong skills and soon arrived at their destination.

The central square, which was once bustling, was now shrouded in an lingering silence.

Fang Da Huzi and Su Yanan flew over, their eyes falling on the giant willow that required several people to hug.

The branches that were once emerald green were now withered and withered, like the dry fingers of an old man, trembling in the breeze.

Crack--

With a tooth-grinding sound of breaking, the trunk of the giant willow could not bear its own weight and collapsed with a loud bang, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Seeing this, the willow god believers in the square were in chaos, with desperate cries and prayers one after another.

A young believer, unable to accept the reality of the collapse of his faith, ran into the broken trunk like crazy, trying to die for his faith, but was stopped by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Fang Xu.

He knocked the boy unconscious and threw him aside, then walked to the broken part of the giant willow.

The rough palm gently stroked the dead trunk, and a dead breath came to his face.

"Dead, completely dead..."

Fang Xu muttered to himself, with a hint of solemnity in his tone.

"Even this willow tree clone has lost its vitality. It seems that the original Willow God has really met with an accident."

"Ah? That thousand-year-old tree demon can also die?"

Su Yanan frowned upon hearing this.

As far as she knows, the Willow God is not good at fighting, and is even a relatively weak existence among the innate demons.

But its vitality and recovery ability are abnormal. In the deep mountains and old forests where it has been rooted for many years, it is almost immortal!

Facing such a difficult demon, what kind of master can kill it completely without anyone noticing?

"Could it be that the Venerable Linghai has stepped in?"

Su Yanan murmured to herself, feeling uneasy.

"Impossible, Liuchun County is just a small place, how could the Venerable Linghai be alarmed?"

Fang Xu shook his head and denied his companion's speculation.

"Perhaps it was a peak master like General Xu who made a move. After all, an ordinary innate master could not possibly be the opponent of the thousand-year-old tree demon, let alone kill it completely."

"Anyway, this matter is of great importance. We must report it to the Demon Suppression Division as soon as possible!"

Fang Xu and Su Yanan looked at each other, nodded together, and left the place quickly.

Only those fanatical believers of the God of Willow were left, kneeling in front of the remains of the giant willow, uttering bursts of grief...

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Outside of Liuchun County, in the deepest part of the deep mountains and old forests.

Gu Cheng stood quietly in front of the remains of the God of Willow.

The dark red magic armor faded like melted blood, revealing his black robe as black as ink for a demon catcher.

He stretched out his palm and gently grabbed the remains of the towering giant willow.

With a slight sound, a green demon core slowly rose from the broken trunk of the God of Willow and fell into his palm.

This tree demon's demon core is the size of an egg. It feels warm to the touch and exudes a majestic demonic aura.

In the rising demonic aura, a towering giant willow is vaguely visible, with branches swaying, as if it is still struggling unwillingly.

"As expected of a thousand-year-old tree demon, this demon core is indeed extraordinary."

Gu Cheng smiled and carefully put the demon core into a small white jade box and put it into the storage bag.

Then he turned his attention to the remains of the willow god.

The huge tree trunk stretched across his eyes, and the broken cut still exuded a faintThe faint green light was obviously the remaining life force of the tree demon.

A fresh scent of grass and wood, mixed with a faint smell of decay, entered the nose.

Gu Cheng took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, and pressed it on the remains of the Willow God.

Then his mind moved, and a bloody force surged from his palm and quickly spread to the entire trunk.

It was the innate magical power he awakened on his own - the Blood Furnace!

"Turn everything into blood, refine the world into a furnace!"

"This domineering innate magical power is not just for flesh and blood..."

Gu Cheng muttered to himself.

Although this thousand-year-old tree demon is dead, the vitality contained in its body is still as majestic as the sea, far exceeding the corpse of an ordinary demon.

Under the devouring and refining of the Blood Furnace, the bark of the Willow God began to wither and shrivel at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if there was an invisible giant mouth greedily sucking the last life essence of the tree demon!

"This... what kind of evil magic is this?"

Tang Sihai hid in the distance and took in the strange scene. His old face was full of shock and horror.

He was no stranger to the evil ways of the demons refining flesh and blood, but he had never heard of such a vicious method that even the essence of plants and trees was not spared!

Just when Mr. Tang was shocked.

The vitality of the tree monster's remains had been completely devoured by Gu Cheng, turning into ashes and drifting away with the wind, leaving only a huge and deep tree pit.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction rose from Gu Cheng's body.

It was like a giant snake that had eaten and drunk enough, just wanting to find a quiet place to slowly digest.

After a moment of silence.

Gu Cheng sighed with satisfaction, slowly raised his head, and cast his eyes on Mr. Tang in the distance.

Under the bronze mask, a pair of blood-red eyes flashed with a chilling light.

"!!!"

Tang Sihai's heart trembled, and a chill instantly spread throughout his body, reaching the depths of his soul.

Could it be that he would be the next one to be refined?

However, the expected attack did not come.

After the mysterious man glanced at him from a distance, he flew directly, turned into a blood-colored stream of light, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

"He... he just left like that?"

Tang Sihai looked at the direction where the other party disappeared, his chest heaving violently, his legs and feet softened, and he almost collapsed on the spot.

The joy of surviving the disaster and the fear of the unknown intertwined, making it difficult for him to calm down for a while.

"Who is that mysterious man?"

"Faced with the temptation of Liu Shen's promotion to the Spiritual Sea, he was completely unmoved. Such a strong determination does not look like an evil cultivator who will do anything for power..."

Just when Mr. Tang was puzzled.

Tang Lingxu and Tang Lingyu, brother and sister, finally arrived at the deepest part of the dense forest.

They looked at the devastated battlefield with horror in their hearts, and when they noticed the figure of Mr. Tang, they were overjoyed and rushed over.

"Father!"

"Lingxu! Lingyu!"

Tang Sihai opened his arms and hugged his children tightly.

The joy of surviving the disaster made the nearly 100-year-old innate master of Tangjiabao red-eyed.

"Father, what happened here?"

Tang Lingyu carefully checked his father's body and saw that he was fine except for being too weak. He was relieved and asked hurriedly:

"Why did the Willow God disappear? Was it killed by the two blood-colored thunders just now?"

"Alas, it's hard to say, let's go back first..."

Tang Sihai sighed and waved his hand.

The Tang brothers and sisters did not ask any more questions. They supported Mr. Tang on the left and right and hurriedly left this place of trouble.

Only the headless corpse was left in the pit, and the charred willow branches were scattered all over the ground, silently telling of the brutality of the battle just now...