Survival Skills

In the night sky, heavy snow fell and a cold wind howled.

In the void, the Scarecrow stood before the Qing Mo Two Envoys.

His scythe was held horizontally, and his eyes glowed faintly!

"Old Horse, it seems we can't leave!"

The Earth Bull Demon's eyes flickered slightly as he pondered.

"Since we can't leave, then let's meet him!"

"We aren't just vegetarians!"

The Heavenly Green Ox and Horse were restless.

Undeniably, the Scarecrow was strong, so strong that he made them wary.

But wariness was wariness; they weren't necessarily afraid.

Of course, the Qing Mo Two Envoys had lived for a very long time.

They acted cautiously, unlike Chi Ya who was full of confidence and blindly arrogant.

Before starting a fight, they habitually threw out an Eye of Investigation.

The so-called Eye of Investigation was a profound mystic technique they mastered.

Although this technique couldn't peer into the essence of all things like the Heavenly Eye, it could still glimpse some heavenly secrets.

Ordinary methods of concealing aura were useless under the Eye of Investigation.

Furthermore, when this Eye of Investigation was cultivated to a profound level, it could see through origins and peer into karma and destiny.

It was considered quite extraordinary.

However, as the Eye of Investigation was activated, the Qing Mo Two Envoys' pupils constricted, their bodies trembled, and cold sweat immediately streamed down their foreheads.

What did they see?

The Scarecrow seemed to be in a boundless world of blood.

Beneath his feet, gods and demons lay dead, the sky was shattered, and white bones covered the ground.

And he seemed to be the Monarch of Eternal Night, the Source of Death.

On his body, an immortal radiance emanated.

As if heaven and earth could be buried, but he would not perish; the sun and moon could collapse, but he would endure forever!

"Hiss…"

With just one glance, the two of them seemed to have touched some taboo, angering a true god!

Blood flowed from their seven orifices.

In the ethereal, they had a misconception that if they looked one more time, they would suffer a backlash and die.

For a moment, the Qing Mo Two Envoys were completely numb.

What kind of existences were they?

Three Yang Second Realm powerhouses, looking at the entire Northern Region, were top-tier figures.

Yet now, with just one glance, they suffered a backlash.

Blood flowed from their seven orifices, their internal qi and blood surged, even threatening to burst through their blood vessels, as if their entire bodies were about to explode and die.

Who exactly was this Scarecrow in front of them?

Could it be a demon god walking in the current world?

Their chests heaved erratically, and waves of emotion surged in their hearts.

At this moment, the Scarecrow walked towards the two of them, step by step.

His figure was not tall.

But in the eyes of the Qing Mo Two Envoys, the Scarecrow at this moment was like an ancient divine mountain.

Majestic!

Vast!

Unfathomable!

Immeasurable!

Every step he took was silent, without a sound.

But every step was like a great bell and drum, heavily striking the Qing Mo Two Envoys.

That was the pace of death.

Soon, the Scarecrow moved.

He slowly pulled out his scythe.

Immediately, the Qing Mo Two Envoys felt boundless fear.

They naturally understood what this action represented.

The Crimson Demon and his group earlier.

When the Scarecrow wielded his scythe, every time the scythe fell, a life would surely perish.

When the blade moved, it would kill!

This seemed to have become an ironclad rule.

"We can't let him use his scythe!"

The Qing Mo Two Envoys looked at each other.

If that blade were to be swung, they had no doubt they would be done for.

After all, the previous Chi Ya had died under the scythe.

Although Three Yang Second Realm and Three Yang First Realm were completely different concepts.

It was the difference between a great shaman and a small shaman.

But this also depended on who they were compared to.

The Scarecrow's upper limit was too high.

So high that they couldn't even look up to him.

For such an existence, a small realm difference might be like a slightly stronger ant in the eyes of an ordinary person!

But how could they make such an existence put away his blade?

The Qing Mo Two Envoys seemed to have a telepathic connection and decided to act on impulse.

They saw their front legs slightly bend, and they knelt down straight.

"We are fortunate to witness Senior's divine countenance, thrice blessed!

"We wish to serve under Senior, pouring tea and water, acting as an Ox and a Horse, we humbly beg Senior to spare our lives!"

Their voices were perfectly synchronized, and their actions were identical.

Clearly, at this moment, only surrender offered a chance of survival.

The Qing Mo Two Envoys were not unfamiliar with such a situation.

When they were still extremely weak, they had learned the way of survival for the weak.

What to do if you can't win?

Naturally, surrender!

As long as I surrender quickly, the enemy's blade won't be able to strike me.

They say one trick is enough to conquer the world.

Don't tell me, by relying on this trick, this Ox and Horse duo really did avoid one killing tribulation after another.

Until they finally met the Qing Demon Ancestor, who then incorporated them.

If others cultivated to the Three Yang Realm by relying on opportunities and luck.

Then this Ox and Horse duo purely begged and knelt their way to it.

It could be said that their path to rise was also a unique legend.

And as the Qing Mo Two Envoys knelt and begged for mercy.

The Qing Demon Envoy beside them directly froze.

He felt the world was too crazy.

He felt a bit out of touch with the times.

The Qing Mo Two Envoys!

Existences with extremely noble status in the Qing Mo lineage.

Great masters of the Three Yang Second Realm.

They... just knelt?

Where was the dignity of a powerhouse?

Where was the demeanor of a master?

If they all knelt, wouldn't it be a bit awkward for me to stand?

But just as he was deliberating whether he should kneel, the Scarecrow's scythe had already moved.

The blade light flashed, and a head rolled down, perfectly solving his dilemma of whether to stand or kneel.

As the Green Devil Protector died, the Qing Mo Two Envoys' bodies trembled in unison.

They waited for a long time, but no blade light fell.

Only then did they cautiously raise their heads.

And kowtowed again, saying, "The Qing Mo Two Envoys are willing to serve under Master, we humbly request Master to take us in!"

The Scarecrow's eyes glowed faintly!

In his hollow eyes, flames seemed to flicker, clearly in thought.

These past days, he had followed Bai Ling on a long journey.

It seemed that taking in this Ox and Horse as mounts was a good choice!

After all.

He was super lazy!

If it weren't for his master's command, he could stay motionless in one place for... ten thousand, no, preferably a million years.

Thinking of this, the Scarecrow's eyes flickered slightly.

He raised his hand and struck a slave mark on the foreheads of the Ox and Horse!

With this mark, the two would completely obey the Scarecrow's will!

Daring not to defy in the slightest!

As for the consequences of defiance?

This slave mark could deepen their servitude over time, and the mark's master would be their heaven!

Even a true god would have no solution!

So, there was no possibility of defiance!

Of course, the Qing Mo Two Envoys naturally didn't know any of this.

They only knew that they had survived!

The Scarecrow wouldn't kill them!

That was enough.

Indeed, it was best to beg for mercy early!

Fools like the Green Devil Protector, who couldn't see the situation clearly.

He deserved to die!

The Qing Mo Two Envoys looked at the corpse that had fallen into the valley, feeling immensely grateful.

Their survival skill of begging for mercy had once again successfully saved their lives!