Thanks to the persistent efforts of the venomous snake wolf, Jiang Huan clung to life for three days before finally turning into blood, which the venomous snake wolf eagerly swallowed whole.

Ji Xiaoxiao glanced at it indifferently, then released the venomous snake and wolf back into nature.

After three months of hard work, Ji Xiaoxiao finally avenged the nine-tailed panda Ao Lin.

While feeling relieved, Ji Xiaoxiao was filled with emptiness.

"Ah!" Ji Xiaoxiao roared, staring blankly at the towering tree canopy.

Whoosh! A blinding white light flashed from the storage ring, and something shot out, crashing straight into Ji Xiaoxiao's body.

The strange event happened unexpectedly, catching Ji Xiaoxiao off guard. Her spiritual energy surged wildly and became chaotic. Ji Xiaoxiao vomited blood and, in her unconscious state, she vaguely thought, "Luckily, I didn't deactivate the Heaven-Severing Earth-Drawing Prison Formation. My life is safe!"

...

"Bang."

Inside the council hall of Yin Hun Mountain, demons of all sizes bowed their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

"Four years have passed, and the divine voice has still not been found. What use are you to me?"

Kagura was furious. The obsidian floor couldn't withstand her attack and cracked, splitting into countless tiny fissures. From above, it looked like a giant spider web, and the demons trembling on the ground were Kagura's prey.

"Please forgive us, Mountain Lord!" the demons cried out as they knelt down.

Kagura clenched her fists tightly, angrily flung her sleeves, and left.

"Mountain Lord..."

Sikong, who was waiting to the side, glanced at the demons below and shook his head slightly, telling them not to seek their own death. He then quickly caught up with Kagura.

With his wife's fiery temper, if she were allowed to do whatever she wanted, the sky would burst open.

Sikong walked quickly, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

Thinking back to the massacre of the Suxin Sect four years ago, Sikong was at his wits' end.

The Suxin Sect, one of the four great righteous sects, was actually destroyed by Kagura alone.

The combined power of one faction was no match for Kagura alone, shocking the demonic path and gradually leading to a trend of Kagura taking the lead. Meanwhile, the righteous path was enraged, and the righteous forces, led by the Haotian Sect, gathered heroes and righteous individuals from all walks of life. After four years of preparation, the demon-slaying alliance was gradually taking shape.

In time, the war between good and evil will rage, causing immense suffering and destruction. This world will never be at peace again.

Shaking his head, Sikong grabbed Kagura.

"Kagura, calm down."

Sikong hugged Kagura tightly, only then realizing that Kagura's body was cold, her hands and feet were icy, and there was a faint look of fear under her reddened eyes.

What is she doing?

Oh, how pitiful are the hearts of parents everywhere!

"Sikong." Kagura raised her head, the fierce crimson color receding, revealing bright, clear pupils with distinct black and white, clean and spotless.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered!" Sikong carried Kagura back to his residence, put her on the bed, gently stroked her head, and slowly coaxed the First Demon to sleep.

Kagura, as the lord of Yin Hun Mountain and the number one demon in the demonic path, always presents a cold and aloof demeanor of arrogance and ruthlessness in public. However, in private, Kagura harbors love and is exceptionally gentle to him and their daughter, unlike the demonic cult leader whom everyone hates and kills.

In recent years, Kagura has devoted herself to finding Ji Xiaoxiao, who has been missing for four years, and has worked tirelessly and mentally, which has caused Sikong great anxiety.

We must find Shenyin as soon as possible.

Sikong tiptoed out of the room and stood in the courtyard. He opened his clenched fist, and a lifelike little crane spread its wings and took flight.

A month later, Sikong, who was meditating, had a premonition and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Master." A loud and respectful voice reached Sikong's ears.

Upon receiving the message from Sikong's crane, You Ran rushed back without stopping, panting heavily and drenched in sweat, two blushes rising on his handsome face.

"Your wings have grown strong, haven't they? I won't use the spirit crane to deliver messages anymore. You can't bear to leave the outside world and have come back to Yinhun Mountain? You Ran, where have you been all these years?"

Sikong sat motionless, his tone mostly conveying a sense of disappointment and frustration.

You Ran knelt down straight and said, "Master, I have been searching for my junior sister all these years."

"Shenyin?"

Sikong raised You Ran, and he remembered You Ran's trustworthy and decisive character.

"Yes, Master. I learned of my junior sister's disappearance in Fengkang City four years ago, and I began to investigate the matter." Kneeling was also a form of rest, and You Ran gradually calmed down and became peaceful.

Sikong rose from the prayer mat and slowly put on the priest's black robe.

"How's the investigation going?"

"Three days ago, the Beast Taming Sect near the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts was wiped out."

Upon hearing this, Sikong paused in his dressing.

"The Beast Taming Sect was wiped out?"

"Yes, not a single person survived." You Ran pursed her lips, revealing the instability in her emotions.

Sikong's eyes darted around, and he casually put on his black robe.

With a creak, the door opened.

Looking up leisurely, Sikong was as perfect as ever. Beneath the magnificent black robe was a well-built physique, his skin as white and delicate as jade, his bright eyes sparkling, and his sexy lips beneath his high nose were slightly pursed, conveying a look that was both joyful and angry, making him impossible to fathom.

"Master," You Ran said again.

Sikong gave a soft "hmm" and subtly observed You Ran.

You Ran had a feminine appearance, with delicate features and slender bones, looking very much like a steamed bun that anyone could take a bite out of. He sped back, his clothes glistening with sweat, but instead of the usual masculine odor, he exuded a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Sikong's expression was inscrutable. He then asked, "I remember there was an old fellow in the Beast Taming Sect whose cultivation was at the peak of the Integration Stage and half a step towards the Refining Spirit Stage. What kind of person could silently slaughter thousands of people in the Beast Taming Sect?"

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