Qing Xuanzi watched the Yellow Lion Demon and a group of demon kings constantly mocking him with a smile, feeling very comfortable. Although he also realized the extraordinary nature of Xu Feng's curse-killing technique, he had not actually seen it with his own eyes, so in his heart Qing Xuanzi still couldn't believe what Xu Feng said was true.

"Come on, curse me to death. If you can't kill me, then you are a liar. Kowtow three times in front of me, leave the ginseng fruit, and get out of Wuzhuang Temple!" The yellow lion demon looked very smug. In his opinion, it was simply impossible for a guy with the cultivation level of a casual immortal to kill him with a curse.

Xu Feng waved his hand casually at it and said calmly: "You are already dead!"

The Yellow Lion Demon was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter, pointed at Xu Feng who looked like he couldn't straighten his back with laughter, and said loudly: "Everyone, look, he is a..."

Before he finished speaking, a look of fear suddenly appeared on the face of the Yellow Lion Demon. The finger pointing at Xu Feng began to tremble slightly, and his lips trembled: "You, you..."

Whoosh~ A gust of wind blew, and the body of the yellow lion demon was like powder. It directly disintegrated and turned into countless black dust particles, dissipating in the air. Even its soul disappeared, and both its body and soul were destroyed!

From now on, there will no longer be any Yellow Lion Demon King in this world, and even objects tainted by its aura will no longer exist;

The entire courtyard was in complete silence, and everyone stared with wide eyes. They couldn't believe that the Yellow Lion Spirit, who had been so arrogant before, was actually cursed to death like this! "I can't feel the spiritual fluctuations, and both the soul and body are destroyed!" An emperor-level strongman said cautiously.

Qing Xuanzi's originally playful expression turned serious, and his right hand holding the wine glass began to tremble slightly. He couldn't help but yelled in his heart: "It's actually true. The curse-killing method mastered by this kid can actually ignore the difference in cultivation level and curse people to death. How is this possible!"

Zhen Yuan Daxian also looked at Xu Feng in surprise. After a long while, he could not help but admire him and said, "Your way of killing curses is really good. You already have the potential to create a school of thought. You may even become the master of the rules of killing curses!"

Xu Feng's heart moved. The Lord of Rules refers to the one who has comprehended a certain law to the extreme. On this road, he has reached the end and has complete control over this law. Before his death, only the Lord of Rules has fully mastered this law. No one else can reach the extreme. Unless the Lord of this law dies, other people who have comprehended this rule will be qualified to compete for the position of Lord of Rules.

"I can feel the existence of the Lord of Laws through the four elemental laws of earth, water, fire and wind that I comprehended, as well as the law of sword that I just comprehended. With their existence, I am destined not to reach the pinnacle of these laws and become the strongest person who controls these laws!" Xu Feng thought to himself, "On the contrary, I am the only one who can perform the art of killing curses. If I can study it to the extreme, maybe I can really reach the pinnacle of curses and become the Lord of the law of curses!"

Thinking of this, a smile emerged on Xu Feng's face. Seeing the smile on Xu Feng's face, even the several emperor-level strong men present could not help but feel jealous. This is the Lord of Rules. The laws comprehended by all of them are all related to the existence of the Lord of Rules. It can be said that most of the emperor-level strong men have comprehended the laws by copying others, and the position of the Lord of Rules has been occupied by their predecessors long ago. As long as the Lord of Rules does not die, they will not be able to completely control this law and cannot exert the maximum power of this law.

Any emperor-level strongman has a proud heart and is never willing to be inferior to others. Therefore, being able to become the master of rules has become the pursuit of many emperor-level strongmen, and it has even become an obsession.

Now that they saw that Xu Feng actually had the opportunity to become a rule master, it was inevitable that all the emperor-level powerhouses present would feel jealous.

The Ginseng Fruit Festival continued, and the death of the Yellow Lion Demon seemed like a small episode in the festival. No one mentioned it again. Even the several demon kings who had agreed with the Yellow Lion Demon before were now chatting and laughing happily, as if nothing had happened before.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng's heart was filled with anticipation. He picked up the ginseng fruit and tasted it carefully.

…

At this time, there was a cave in Zhujie Mountain, thousands of kilometers away from Wanshou Mountain, called Jiuqu Panhuan Cave. At this moment, the ancestor of the Yellow Lion Demon, Jiuling Yuansheng, was surrounded by a group of lion demons, drinking and playing, indulging in joy.

At this moment, Jiuling Yuansheng, who was holding the wine glass and preparing to pour it into his mouth, suddenly froze, and his eyes, which were originally drunken and blurred, suddenly became clear.

"Drink, drink, keep drinking!"

"Oh, delicious, delicious, hahaha!"

…

At this time, the other eight lion heads on Jiuling Yuansheng's neck were still indulging in joy and did not notice any changes in the largest lion head at all.

"Hmph, stop drinking!" The leader of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng snorted coldly, and in an instant, a terrifying pressure filled the entire cave. The other lion spirits looked at each other, wondering what had happened to make the ancestor so angry.

The other eight heads also woke up instantly, surrounding the leader and asking what had happened.

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After Jiuling Yuansheng scolded the other eight heads, he called a lion spirit over and asked seriously, "Where did Huang Shier go? Why did he disappear in both spirit and body?"

The man sitting below was the chief of the Yellow Lion Clan. He was also confused when he heard the old ancestor's question. He quickly explained, "Old ancestor, are you asking about your favorite Yellow Lion? Didn't it take your invitation to attend the Ginseng Fruit Festival? How could it be possible that its spirit and body were destroyed?"

The leader of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng remained silent. After a moment, a sinister smile appeared on his face. He sneered, "Haha, well, well, you're going to be annihilated after participating in a ginseng fruit fair. Zhen Yuanzi, you organized a great fruit fair! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll dig up your ginseng fruit tree!"

After saying that, Jiuling Yuansheng crushed the wine glass and threw it away, then stood up and strode out of the cave; ... (End of this chapter)