Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

"unnecessary."

Li Junsu's calm voice rang out.

"That blade is incredibly strange, the Yinming Blade, it operates on the path of cause and effect." Yan Guiyi chopped off the priest's hand with his sword, and still had the leisure to remind him.

The throwing knife flew out, but Li Junsu simply tapped the red protective shield in front of him.

He looked at the inscription at his feet and stroked his chin.

If we can get our hands on this technology, the Six Doors won't have to worry about anyone escaping when they raid houses in the future.

This technique is inexpensive and only requires a finger bone tool.

Finding a few random disciples of the Demonic Cult would definitely yield better results than finding ordinary people.

"What a disaster." Li Junsu made up his mind, then raised his eyelids, looked at the flying knife flying towards him, and uttered a single word.

Boom! Death energy erupted.

Then, the evil dragon emerged from behind Li Junsu like a ship rising from the sea, soaring into the sky with a sinister smile.

Faint blood streaks are embedded in the black dragon scales, and the gnarled dragon claws turn from red to black as they move upwards.

The dragon claw caught the Yinming Blade and then threw it into its mouth.

The priest was dumbfounded.

Not only was the priest dumbfounded, but the Tibetan dog was dumbfounded as well.

He can no longer sense the arrival of evil spirits?

The evil dragon also glanced at the six finger bone artifacts behind Zang Fei.

The evil dragon sensed it; the enormous malevolent spirit formed from condensed resentment had vanished without a trace.

This is a feast.

The evil dragon stopped agonizing and slowly dissipated. Li Junsu's current strength was not enough to sustain him in the mortal realm for long.

The evil dragon took one last reluctant look at the Tibetan bark; it was a feast.

Li Junsu memorized the inscription that had trapped him, and then stopped worrying about it.

With a clang, the long sword was drawn.

A terrifying sense of crisis immediately swept over the two priests.

"The Funeral Procession in Fengdu".

As the Life Step was activated, Li Junsu instantly appeared before the priest, as if delivering a verdict, and brandished his sword.

Immediately, black and red blood energy and death energy burst forth from Zhao Han's body, and then the scene of Fengdu became clearer.

A grand hall appeared in the distance.

The scene of the long sword falling caused everyone on the field to pause for a moment.

After the priest was killed by the funeral procession in Fengdu, countless vengeful ghosts flew out, the finger bone artifact was destroyed, and then the wronged souls inside longed to fly into Fengdu.

Su An's "Funeral Procession in Fengdu" was something he had actually done after visiting the underworld.

The underworld might be a small world created by a powerful being similar to the Jade Emperor.

Just like the land of the Jiuli tribe.

Seeing this, Li Junsu swung his long sword, and another terrified priest was cut in half at the waist.

Unlike in the past, when there were no skeletons left behind, this time the remains were all swallowed up by the strange phenomenon in Fengdu.

A satisfied gleam flashed across Zhao Han Dao's body. This time, Fengdu Funeral didn't try to take her source; instead, it took her remains.

Zhao Han was finally full this time.

Li Junsu sheathed his sword, and he vaguely sensed that he was becoming more comfortable using the Fengdu funeral procession.

Or perhaps... I've become closer to Fengdu?

Li Junsu put aside this nonsensical idea and looked at the remaining Tantric priests on the field.

Then, Li Junsu shook his head in disappointment.

The Tibetan dog had already been killed by Bai Xingling with a single swipe of its claw.

Since she had no trump cards left, Bai Xingling was too lazy to play anymore.

Even though Bai Xingling is a cat, she still has the bad habit of teasing her prey and then killing it when she gets bored.

What's next?

Bai Xingling walked to Li Junsu's side, lazily leaned against him, and watched Yan Gui and He Ning fight leisurely, flicking her tail.

"If I'm not mistaken... the demonic monks of the Western Regions Tantric sect should have all moved away." Li Junsu looked at the increasingly terrifying battle in the distance, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

In the distance, Bei Menjue and the three martial masters of the Western Regions Tantric Sect fought higher and higher.

Half of the esoteric Buddhism in the Western Regions was destroyed by this impact.

"What do you want to do?" At this moment, Yan Gui walked over.

On the other side, He Ning resumed his post-war habits.

“There are many things in the esoteric Buddhism of the Western Regions,” Li Junsu said succinctly.

"Hey! You know what!" Yan Gui's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Won't they transfer the items into the storage ring?" Bai Xingling asked at this moment.

"There will be some, but not all."

"Firstly, this is their base of operations; after the battle, they'll have to rebuild here."

"Secondly, if you're thinking of storing everything in your storage ring during a battle between Martial Venerables, that's no different from courting death."

"The aftershock just now killed all the demons and ghosts on Tianshan Mountain."

"They even activated the sect's protective formation."

“Even with the sect-protecting formation, half of the temple still collapsed,” Li Junsu explained, pointing to the ruins in the distance.

“You’re right. The real fear is that those evil monks will come back to kill us,” Yan Gui said, stroking his chin.

“The Jiuli tribe, a Martial Venerable, their strength is at least at the Martial King level.” Li Junsu took out the bone whistle and shook it.

"Let's go." He Ning sheathed his sword and stood up.

"Should we call the leader over?" Li Junsu looked up at the sky, suddenly thought of something, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

If we can get rid of one of them, then we've made a profit.

“No, the battles of Martial Venerables are not as simple as you think. The battles above are just fighting, not life-or-death battles. Life-or-death battles are very dangerous.” Bai Xingling shook her head.

“Martial Venerables are not afraid of death. If pushed too far, even one of them could self-destruct and level half of the Western Regions, leaving no one alive,” Bai Xingling warned.

“It would be difficult for the leader and Uncle Beimen to stop a Martial Venerable from self-destructing. If Yun Wujing were here, they could really do it,” Bai Xingling said.

"We have a chance in one-on-one or two-on-one, or even two-on-two." Bai Xingling also felt a little regretful.

Unfortunately, Bei Menjue is now fighting three opponents at once.

"Indeed, recruiting more people was the right thing to do." Li Junsu's resolve to form a Martial Venerable Alliance was strengthened.

"Let's hurry up and see what's hidden inside the Western Regions' secret sect." Upon hearing this, Yan Gui began to move, using his footwork.

He Ning also looked at the sky, then looked away and began to move.

It seems we'll need to recruit more Martial Venerables to wipe out the Nightmare Demon Palace in the future.

Li Junsu and Bai Xingling also moved. Li Junsu kept saying that half of the large temple of the Western Regions Tantric Buddhism had collapsed.

But the Transmission Pool wasn't much better; Bai Xingling's palm strike cracked half the mountaintop.

The water in the Transmission Pool has all drained away.

......

The Khans noticed the actions of the Western Regions Tantric sect and immediately abandoned their argument with the Holy Fire Sect, instead holding a meeting.

"That demonic energy belongs to Bei Menjue."

Should we go?

"You want to challenge the Demon King's Chaos?"

"I don't want to, but Beimen Jue is a tribute to the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Offer my ass! How could a monster like Beimen Jue possibly be subservient to anyone?"

"So what's going on now?"

"How could a gathering of demonic cultivators convened by the Heavenly Demon Palace end up fighting with the Western Regions Tantric Sect?"

"We know how arrogant the Western Regions Tantric sect is. We can't beat them, but the Northern Gate Sect will not tolerate them."

As the young Khan spoke, the tent fell silent.

The Khans fell silent, and a secret atmosphere of joy began to permeate the air.

Even the Khan at the very top nodded almost imperceptibly.

Yes, the esoteric sects in the Western Regions were committing all sorts of evil deeds, and the Khans had long been disgusted by them.

If they weren't outmatched, they would have already destroyed the Western Regions Tantric sect.

The last time the Western Regions Tantric sect backed down, it was only because they were in the wrong that they gave them face.

"Never mind that, the Holy Fire Sect and Tuyuhun are not to be involved."

"Tuyu has gone mad."

The khans, both large and small, began arguing again inside the tent.

The youngest Khan breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already colluded with Pei Ju, and Pei Ju was even involved in the alliance between the Holy Fire Sect and the Tuyuhun.

The emperors of this world are far more ruthless than Li Junsu imagined.

In other words, he acted as if he were easy to talk to in front of the court officials.

Behind the Khans in this game of the Western Regions, there is a monstrous figure named Pei Ju wielding the pieces.

Behind Pei Ju sat the emperor, who sat languidly on the throne, overlooking the world.