Chapter 6 Waiting for the Dog
In fear, he had no intention of resisting.

The young man was naturally Yang Jian. He first used a stone he picked up at random, and with the help of the magic eye between his eyebrows, he never missed a shot.

Fortunately, he practiced the Eight-Nine Profound Art, otherwise he would not have been able to persist in using the Demon Eye for so long.

These people are also old acquaintances. If they hadn't stopped him, he would have fled far away long ago. Why should he stay here looking for blood food for a tiger and live a precarious life?

At this moment, these people went into the mountains to hunt and happened to be in his hands.

Let’s let go of all the new and old grudges.

Yang Jian was just about to knock the man in front of him unconscious when he suddenly spoke.

"Wait a minute, Yang Jian, are you a human or a ghost?"

"No matter whether I am a human or a ghost, you are dead."

Yang Jian wanted to use these people's lives in exchange for Yang Chan's life, and he would definitely not spare these people.

"Brother Fu's wife is about to give birth, and the unborn child is still waiting for him. Can you eat us and let my brother go?"

Xiao Li was trembling with fear, but he couldn't wait for the answer.

Because Yang Jian suddenly attacked and knocked him unconscious.

Then he found some vines, trapped the few people together, carried them on his shoulders and left.

"You are too kind! Even if we kill him and absorb his essence, the stronger we are, the more hope we have of survival. Do you want to be controlled by this old Taoist forever?"

The Demon Eye said unwillingly in Yang Jian’s heart.

"What is the use of spirit?"

A trace of doubt flashed through Yang Jian's mind. This Demon Eye was so fascinated by the thing called spirit, and it must have been of great use to it.

Before, when the magic eye controlled his body to kill Yang Hu, he felt that his energy and blood were much more vigorous.

But it has no other use.

"Never mind, never mind. I'll just let you have some sweetness often. Now you'll definitely get used to it and become addicted to this feeling."

The Demon Eye suppressed his sadness and consumed all the two spirits he had obtained with great difficulty.

Yang Jian suddenly felt a warm current emanating from his eyebrows and flowing throughout his body.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art was running rapidly, his whole body turned blood red, and his energy and blood were overflowing.

The running speed suddenly increased.

A sudden enlightenment came into his mind, and with the help of his spirit, the progress of practicing the Eight-Nine Profound Art accelerated dramatically.

Originally, every day he practiced the Eight-Nine Profound Art was counted as one turn. After every nine turns, a new magical power would be born.

As more magical powers are born, the difficulty of cultivation becomes greater, until it may take a million years to achieve one level.

The function of the two spirits is to speed up this process.

Originally, the progress of his Eight-Nine Profound Art was at the first level, but now it had suddenly become the third level.

It was as if he had been practicing hard for three days.

At this moment, his feet were moving very fast.

In just half an hour, he had finished the distance he had covered in the previous hour.

The lake is vaguely visible in the distance.

There are still three hours before dark.

He finally let go of the worry he had been holding.

"Master Hei, I have accomplished my mission."

He threw the three men in front of Hei Hu.

At this moment, the three of them suddenly fell to the ground and slowly woke up.

Seeing the black tiger, it was clear that Yang Jian had defected to the demon.

Suddenly, they all started cursing.

"Yang Jian, you actually surrendered to the demons, you deserve to die!"

"Thank goodness your uncle Zhang has taken good care of you before. If your uncle Zhang knew that you had surrendered to the demon, he would definitely kill you with his own hands to prevent future troubles."

Yang Jian raised his lips with an evil smile, and said disdainfully: "You can tie those children up there to be blood food for the demons, and now I am just treating you in the same way, why can't you accept it?"

The night watchmen are all the mayor's men, and the reason why they were able to forcibly select a qualified child from the villagers in the town and ignore the resistance of the child's parents would have been impossible without the tacit consent of these night watchmen and the mayor.

So when the three people on the ground heard these words, their faces suddenly turned ugly.

I can only continue to curse and vent my fear, as if cursing more can help me survive.

Black Tiger walked slowly towards him, and his voice rang directly beside Yang Jian's ears: "You are quite capable. You have mastered the skills that the master gave you so quickly."

"The technique my master gave me is magical. It feels like I have divine help when I practice it, so I'm making rapid progress."

"Nonsense," Black Tiger's nose suddenly blew out a stream of hot air. "The Eight-Nine Mysterious Art is a technique practiced by witches everywhere. Who among those who practice Taoism has not studied it? Although it can continuously generate magical powers, the initial progress is very fast and very tempting, but the subsequent progress is extremely slow. It is difficult to make any progress in a million years. Most people who practice this technique will never achieve immortality. Do you think you can be an exception?"

Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed. It turned out that Shen Gongbao had ulterior motives in giving him this martial arts book.

"You have fallen into the master's trap. No matter how talented you are, you will be nothing but a pile of dirt in a hundred years. You will not pose any threat to the master at all."

Black Tiger taunted.

He walked up to the three people on the ground and swallowed one of them with his big mouth.

"Brother~"

Yang Chan was originally hiding in a cabin. When she saw Yang Jian coming back, she hurried over.

I happened to see a black tiger devouring a living person, and these people turned out to be acquaintances in the town.

His little face turned pale with fright.

Only then did she realize that Yang Jian had gone out to capture people for Hei Hu.

"Yang Chan, please save us. Uncle held you in his arms when you were little." The two remaining people on the ground begged for mercy as if they had grabbed a life-saving straw.

A trace of sympathy flashed in Yang Chan's eyes: "Brother, can you please let them go and not let them be eaten?"

Yang Jian suddenly felt a nameless anger rising in his heart. In this situation, if these people were not eaten, they would be the ones to be eaten.

He could only say with a little anger: "Don't be too saintly to these scums. As the saying goes, repay kindness with kindness and repay evil with justice. The immortal saved us, so we should catch some mortals for Hei Ye as a way of repaying his kindness. Why didn't you feel sorry for the wild boar when we were eating it yesterday? Are wild boars nobler than humans? When they tied you to the pillar to feed the demons yesterday, no one pleaded for you. Why are you so soft-hearted when it's their turn?"

Yang Chan had a look of disbelief on her face. She could vaguely guess the sarcasm in the "Virgin Mary" that Yang Jian mentioned.

Suddenly her face puffed up and she went into the cabin to sulk.

“Repay kindness with kindness, and repay evil with justice.”

Black Tiger's eyes showed appreciation, and he swallowed another person at the same time: "Well said, it suits my taste very well."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Hei. If there's nothing else, I'll get busy now."

After Yang Jian left, he first caught a few pheasants through his magic eye, roasted them, and sent them to Yang Chan to prevent her from being hungry.

Then clean up the feces produced by the black tiger today.

When everything was ready, he was finally free and went into the forest with a spear he had received from the three hunters.

The demon eye between his eyebrows opened wide, searching for creatures hiding in the dark.

He was going to start killing to speed up his cultivation.

Only in this way can he have a chance to break free from Shen Gongbao's control and seek ways to escape from the subsequent catastrophe of Conferred Gods.

What Demon Eye said was right. After he realized how the spirit essence made him stronger quickly, he could no longer give it up.

All the little demons and ordinary wild beasts in this forest hid themselves because of the evil spirit of the black tiger ridden by Shen Gongbao.

But under the evil eye, they cannot hide.

Soon, Yang Jian found a tree hole, gathered strength with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to aim in the direction.

With a fierce throw, the bronze spear instantly penetrated the tree hole and came out from the other side.

A trickle of bright red blood dripped down the spear onto the ground.

He pulled out the spear, and there was a squirrel stuck on it.

"Too few, too few. These little creatures are too weak. One hundred of them are only as strong as one person."

The Demon Eye kept complaining.

Yang Jian decided to find some little monsters.

With the help of the magic eye, they can avoid opponents with strong demonic aura and choose to attack smaller demons.

After all, you should pick the softest persimmon.

Soon, he discovered traces of monster activities.

There are quite a few.

Tracking the breath through the magic eye, he came to a cave.

The stone door above was closed, with the words "Yunzhan Cave" written on it.

There is a strong demonic aura in it, and it is very likely that there is a big demon hiding there.

After thinking it over, Yang Jian suppressed the urge to knock on the door and break in.

Instead, he chose to hide in a nearby tree.

Judging from the magic eye, all the monsters coming out of this cave will take the path under the tree.

After a while, night fell and the moon hung on the branches.

Yang Jian held his breath, as if he had merged into one with the branches.

"Click~"

The stone gate suddenly made a noise.

Accompanied by the sound of violent friction.

A Dalmatian walking upright came out from behind the stone gate!
Then the stone door slammed shut.

"What's wrong with this? When the black tiger comes, all the monsters hide in the caves. Why are they looking for a mountain? Are they worried that their shit will be eaten by other monsters?"

The dog demon cursed as he walked.

I habitually walked to a tree, crossed my arms over my chest, lifted up my other leg, pushed it against the tree, and urinated.

“Sniff~!”

The dog demon's nose twitched. A gust of wind just now blew over and he smelled a special smell.

I lowered my head and sniffed my own urine. No, it wasn't the smell of my own urine.

I am really an idiot. I even think my urine smells like human.

After draining the water, he shook himself habitually, whistled, and raised his head subconsciously, only to see a sharp spear stabbing towards him.

"Fuck! There really is someone here."

This was the last thought in his dog head.

Yang Jian succeeded in his sneak attack and pierced the dog's head with his full strength.

The demon eye between the eyebrows opened and absorbed the soul of the dog demon.

Sixth turn!

The spirit energy provided by this dog demon is three times that of a human.

If another dog demon comes, the Eight-Nine Profound Art will be able to directly produce a magical power.

Feeling his strength growing stronger, he did not choose to leave. Instead, he hid the dog demon's body and ambushed in the tree again.

(End of this chapter)