Jiang Yuechu drew her long saber and casually flicked the filthy blood from its blade.
Her gaze swept over the panel.
Adding in the old turtle she had casually stomped to death in the square just now.
[Current Dao Cultivation: 413,272 years]
Looking at the long string of reassuring digits, Jiang Yuechu's brows lifted slightly.
This trip out to sea had been worth it.
Rather than lazing around in Chang'an, killing demons and looting their spoils really was the fastest way to build up her reserves.
A thought stirred.
Rolling black qi gushed from the girl's body.
From the Black Flood Dragon's corpse, a hazy Flood Dragon phantom was forcibly dragged out.
Its demon soul left its body, still roaring and struggling, its savagery reaching the heavens.
Jiang Yuechu gave a cold snort.
She raised her right hand and curled her five fingers as if grasping at empty air.
Black qi filled the sky, instantly clenching around it in her palm.
With a slight squeeze,
the Flood Dragon's soul let out a shrill wail and was instantly crushed into a mass of pure black light.
"Come!"
The black light turned into a shooting star and shot straight into a great aperture in her body.
Buzz—
Beneath her skin, purple-black light flowed and shifted.
Look closely, and one could see the light gathering into a tiny Black Flood Dragon, coiled within the aperture and slowly swimming as her blood and qi surged through it.
Once she had finished,
Jiang Yuechu did not stop.
She turned around and controlled the black qi once more, reaching toward the distance.
Whoosh—
A dark green demon soul, wrapped in black qi, passed through layer upon layer of palace walls and flew into the hall.
It was the Great Sage Pengxuan, who had been