Immortality begins with the sword of ignorance

Staring at the six or seven hundred demon cultivators below, Zhong Cang knew that his continuous victories had made him careless.

If he had activated Tianxin or Kenshin to observe the town before entering the city, he would never have fallen into a trap so easily.

The only thing that makes him happy is that although he is self-centered in the general direction, he does not ignore the opinions of the people below.

Therefore, during the march, the more prudent Yunxiao Sect steward kept sending spies to explore the surroundings.

The Yunxiao Sect is also constantly sending intelligence personnel and even undercover agents in the Xuanyuan Realm to find out information.

The fear of the news being exposed made the Demon Sect very careful when setting up traps.

This time, they only gathered six or seven hundred people, instead of pressing down thousands of demon cultivators.

This also means that Zhong Cang has to fight.

...

In a situation of death, Zhong Cang has no fear.

The momentum of charging means advancing but not retreating; the ambition of being trapped means death but not life!

The desperate situation inspired Zhong Cang's fighting spirit and will, making his consciousness and sword heart extremely condensed.

"call……"

As he breathed out slowly, the human emotions in Zhong Cang's eyes gradually faded away, leaving only the sharp sword intent contained in them.

He was ready to fight to the death.

On the other side, Zhong Cang was trapped with the Seven Stars Leading the Moon Formation, and another seven hundred beat one, which made the opponent feel that they had a great advantage.

Because of this, while looking at Zhong Cang with malicious eyes, there were also people who wanted to persuade him to surrender.

The first person to speak out was another candidate for the Holy Son of the Blood Sea Sect.

The one with the highest sincerity is a woman from the Demon Sect.

The former arrogantly ordered Zhong Cang to become his blood slave, while the latter wanted Zhong Cang to become her Taoist companion.

"Kneel down, surrender to me, and beg me to take you as a blood slave. Hahaha... If you please me, I may be able to spare your bastard life."

"Hee hee, Brother Zhong Cang, don't stare at the slave family so viciously, the slave family will be scared. Also, Brother Cang, you are not lifeless. If you are willing to surrender, join my Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect, and I am willing to be yours." Taoist companions, let’s fight for the position of the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Hehuan Sect together.”

Ignoring the latter's solicitation, looking at the blood sea sect candidate for alms who laughed arrogantly, as if giving alms, Zhong Cang's cold and quiet voice seemed to rise from hell, extremely cold.

"You actually want me to become a blood slave, haha, you are really not afraid of death."

"Hahaha……"

These words seemed to hit the point of laughter of the candidate Holy Son in front of him, making him laugh wildly.

No, he was not the only one who was laughing, more than 700 demon cultivators below were all laughing wildly because of Zhong Cang's words.

After a while, someone stopped smiling, and said disdainfully: "You bastard, open your eyes wide and let me see clearly. Now, we are the ones who have the upper hand, and you are the one who dies."

After hearing this, what surprised all the demon cultivators was that Zhong Cang did not refute.

Instead, he nodded indifferently and said, "Indeed, if I fall into such a trap by mistake, my chances of surviving are slim."

"Um?"

"well?"

"You actually admitted it?"

After saying that he would die, before all the demon cultivators could recover from their astonishment, Zhong Cangsen turned his cold eyes to Xingren, the new candidate of the Blood Sea Sect.

The sharp gaze made the candidate Saint Son Xingbian feel a biting chill.

If he felt such pressure at ordinary times, he would avoid it, but at this time, he only felt offended.

"Son of a bitch..."

He wanted to hide the slight panic he had just felt by yelling angrily.

However, before the furious words were finished, Zhong Cang's next words made his body and mind feel like being invaded by snow water, and the biting chill made his heart stop suddenly.

"I will indeed die, but what about you, especially you, are you ready to go to hell with me?"

As soon as these words came out, Xing Ren, who was targeted by Zhong Cang, couldn't help but take a breath of air and took two steps back.

At this moment, he thought with numbness that Zhong Cang was not a weakling. Even if there were 700 people surrounding him, killing him would still cost a lot.

And if you are targeted by him and attack desperately, you may die.

Although, staring at one person to kill will make Zhong Cang more vulnerable to blows, which will reduce the overall losses of the Demon Sect's siege against Zhong Cang.

But who cares!

As a candidate for the Holy Son, Xingren possesses the excellent virtues of the Demon Sect - to benefit the world by plucking a hair, without doing anything else.

In other words, I would rather teach me to betray the world than teach the world to betray me.

Taking the initiative to sacrifice for the benefit of the Demon Sect - anyone with such thoughts will die and will be called a fool or stupid.

Xing Ren is naturally not a stupid person. What he wants most is that in the next battle, Zhong Cang and the rest of the Demon Sect will perish together. In this way, he can eliminate the enemy and no one will compete with him for resources.

It is absolutely impossible to sacrifice yourself.

...

In an instant, Xing Ren thought of all kinds of things.

At the same time, he also regretted his bad mouth just now.

Afraid of receiving a targeted blow from Zhong Cang, he immediately retreated into the team, hoping not to attract Zhong Cang's attention.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Clang!"

As the long sword came out of the body, the melodious sound of the sword echoed through the sky. In an instant, the shadow of the sword of the soul appeared in the inner lake of people all over the city.

"laugh!"

The Heart Sword cuts the soul, and immediately Zhong Cang locks the punishment blade and lets the Heart Sword kill him.

"No!!!"

"Attack, attack them all!"

The soul was locked, making Xing Ren feel a fatal crisis.

Screaming in terror, while desperately blocking him, he also frantically ordered his subordinates to attack Zhong Cang.

However, what Zhong Cang said just now, regarding death as home, and wanting to bring people to die together, not only deterred the candidate for the Demon Sect, Xingren, but ordinary demon cultivators were also frightened by him.

Some of them didn't dare to take action easily - they were afraid of being targeted by Zhong Cang.

And because they were extremely weak, Zhong Cang would probably only need one sword to kill them, which made them more afraid of Zhong Cang than the punishment blade.

Because of this, no one responded to the attack order launched by the Candidate Saint Son of Punishment at the first opportunity.

"..."

Silence is Chongzhong City at this time.

Seven hundred people surrounded Zhong Cang, but he was shocked by him alone. This scene was something that no one had ever imagined.

It wasn't until a few breaths passed that an erratic voice sounded from all directions.

"Don't be afraid, let's do it together...ah!"

The monk wanted to use phantom sounds to encourage others to attack and hide himself.

However, the fluctuation of all things attached to the sword heart makes it possible for the monks to hide it even if they want to.

From the sound and the fluctuation of spiritual energy, Zhong Cang easily found the location of the person, and the next thing was simple.

With a thought, the sword of the soul, which was still in the sea of ​​​​consciousness of Xingren just now, instantly appeared in the soul of the instigating person.

With a slash of the Heart Sword, the man's soul was wiped out.

After killing him, without giving the punishment blade a chance to recover, the sword's shadow turned and reappeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual confrontation, or crushing, begins again.

...

The rude candidate for the Holy Son was severely injured and on the verge of death. He was about to be unable to resist.

The one who was about to encourage everyone to take action was silently killed before he could finish his words.

Zhong Cang's two attacks made the demon cultivators certain of one thing. Today, it is still uncertain whether Zhong Cang can be killed.

But with the soul-slaying characteristics of the Heart Sword, whoever strikes first will definitely die.

And this also made all the demon cultivators even more afraid of Zhong Cang, and they no longer had the idea of ​​taking the lead in taking action.

Again, selfishness is the traditional virtue of the Demon Sect.

...

Because of Zhong Cang's strength and the selfishness of the Demon Sect monks.

The situation seems to be at a stalemate. If it were true, Zhong Cang would laugh to death.

And the Demon Sect's face will be completely lost.

There was no other way. When the trap was successful, in order to better undermine the morale of the Yunxiao Sect, he asked the powerful family to seek refuge with him.

The rulers of the Demon Sect in the Xuanyuan Realm used some special instruments to project what happened here onto the skies of more than a dozen cities.

They wanted the Yunxiao Sect monks and dignitaries to watch how Zhong Cang was killed.

They even wanted to capture Zhong Cang and torture him in various ways so that others would not dare to resist.

It's just that they had good intentions, but things didn't turn out the way they expected.

A dozen of seven hundred, but it was Zhong Cang who intimidated the others. This was something they never expected beforehand.

Finally, after discovering that the Demon Sect disciples were unreliable, a foundation-building monk couldn't help but stand outside the formation and scolded all the Demon Sect disciples with a dark face.

"Attack them all. If there is no attack within three breaths, prepare to go to the Ten Thousand Demons Cave."

"boom……"

As soon as the three words "Ten Thousand Demons Cave" were said, fear appeared on the faces of all the Demon Sect monks.

Then, the overwhelming magic spells hit Zhong Cang like a violent storm.

Because there were so many spells, Zhong Cang's methods seemed to be surrounded by spells.

This scene made the foundation-building monks of the Demon Sect heave a sigh of relief, but the sharp light in Zhong Cang's eyes suddenly shone.

Then, with a cold look in his eyes, he did not retreat. Instead, he used the dragon fish to drive the strong wind and rushed towards the place with the largest number of people.

"cut!"

Before the people arrive, the sword energy goes first.

"I swear here, I will not allow my existence in the world to be cut off endlessly. This sword is an invincible blade that can cut off all matter and magic in the world..."

Under the oath and self-hypnosis, Zhong Cang's sword energy also had the ability to cut off everything.

"Shuashuashua..."

The flying sword danced wildly, the sword energy shot out, and with the characteristic of cutting everything with the heart sword, most of the spells in front of Zhong Cang were chopped into pieces in an instant.

Then, driving the strong wind and carrying the intention of the flowing wind, he rushed out of the gap between the spells and rushed into the group of Demon Sect monks at an extremely fast speed.

Because he understood the meaning of Liu Feng, he was too fast. When he broke into the group of demon cultivators, the spells from other directions had just landed in the direction where Zhong Cang originally stood.

Arriving among the demon cultivators, Zhong Cang breathed a sigh of relief.

——The reason why he didn't escape but took the initiative to break in was not that Zhong Cang actively sought death.

But reality is not a game. The spells of friendly forces are also harmful to the disciples of the Demon Sect.

If he is outside the array, Zhong Cang will always face this overwhelming spell attack.

Such pressure was so great that even though Zhong Cang was powerful, he still had no confidence to face off against these seven hundred demon cultivators head-on.

But if you mix into the group of demon cultivators, things will be different.

Being mixed with the Demonic Cultivators would make the peripheral Demonic Cultivators a little wary of releasing attack spells... Well, they were not afraid.