"Hahaha, what kind of protective disciple, it turns out that the strength is only this, vulnerable!"
Ling Shifeng also didn't expect that he could defeat Luo Zheng with one move. He was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
Although what he defeated was only the weakest guardian disciple in the history of Cangsheng Sect, even so, Luo Zheng was still a confirmed guardian disciple, and there was absolutely no doubt about this.
And in this way, Ling Shifeng became one of the few people to defeat a protective disciple as an internal disciple, and he would definitely become famous in the future.
It's even possible that Ling Shifeng's name could spread throughout the entire demon clan.
After all, the Cangsheng Sect is one of the three strongest religions among the ten sects of the Demon Clan. If something like this happens once in millions of years, it will inevitably attract the attention of the entire Demon Clan.
Among all the demons watching the battle, the protective disciples had the ugliest expressions. As soon as most of the protective disciples saw Luo Zheng being chopped into flesh, they immediately turned around and left, leaving only a handful of them.
people.
"Senior Brother Gong, why don't you leave? This time we, the disciples who protect the teachings, have lost all their face. How can we still stay here and wait for others to laugh at us?"
A purple-faced protective disciple looked at his companions and said with contempt.
"Wait a minute, I think Xue Zhongtian is not dead yet!"
The protective disciple known as Senior Brother Gong shook his head, "The Blood Demon Clan is inherently powerful, and Xue Zhongtian can become one of our protective disciples. It is impossible that he has not been able to surpass others for a long time. Do you think he is like this?"
Is it possible to be killed with one move?"
"I know that Xue Zhongtian does have some strength, but the gap in cultivation is too big after all. Moreover, I know that the Black Storm Qigong practiced by Ling Shifeng is very terrifying, and its real strength is compared to that of our protective disciples.
The ones at the bottom are not weak at all!"
The purple-faced protective disciple said.
This demon not only has a purple face, but also has purple skin all over his body. There is also a huge vertical eye on his forehead, which is obviously not an ordinary demon.
However, there are a fixed number of 499 protective disciples in the Cangsheng Sect. They will only be filled when there are vacancies. Every demon who can become a protective disciple has extraordinary strength and origin.
Nor is it ordinary.
Therefore, let alone the purple-faced disciple, it is not too surprising that he has three heads and six arms.
"Look!"
Senior Brother Gong's expression was calm and profound.
At this time, there were only five protective disciples present. In addition to Senior Brother Gong and the purple-faced demon, there were also the protective disciples sent by Duhan and two other demons.
Obviously, in addition to the first three, the other two protective disciples who stayed behind also saw that Luo Zheng was not killed so easily.
After all, anyone who can become a protective disciple of a major demon sect like the Cangsheng Sect must be someone special.
"Brother Deacon, I won this battle, it should be over!"
At this time, Ling Shifeng looked at the deacon presiding over the battlefield of life and death and said.
"Victory? I'm afraid not yet?"
The deacon standing on the edge of the battlefield of life and death shook his head.
"No? What do you mean?"
Hearing this, Ling Shifeng couldn't help but show doubts, and asked the deacon disciple again: "Senior brother, does it mean that just because I killed Xue Zhongtian, it doesn't count as my victory?"
This time, the deacon disciple did not answer, but looked cold, showing a hint of impatience.
"Hmph, this damn Protector disciple actually treated me like this. If I hadn't been lucky enough to get the position of Protector disciple by this Xue Zhongtian, I would also be a Protector disciple now. Would you still dare to be so rude to me?"
Being treated coldly, Ling Shifeng was so angry that he said, "However, I killed Xue Zhongtian this time. Although I can't win the place of his guardian disciple, there is still a lack of one of his guardian disciples. The preaching hall will definitely be held again soon.
After the assessment, I will definitely win this spot this time, but I want to see when the time comes and who dares to ignore me, Ling Shifeng!"
"Well! What's going on!"
"No way!"
"Xu Zhongtian is not going to die!"
While Ling Shifeng was immersed in his fantasy of being promoted to a guardian disciple, he suddenly heard surprised voices coming from all around.
He quickly looked back, with a look of shock on his face.
Ling Shifeng saw that Luo Zheng, who had been chopped into pieces by him with a thousand knives, not only did not die, but stood intact on the same spot.
"You're not dead!"
Ling Shifeng looked at Luo Zheng in disbelief.
"Do you look like you're in trouble now?"
Luo Zheng smiled faintly, looked at Ling Shifeng with a cold face and asked: "You don't really think that, just
Can you hurt me with your little tricks?"
"Impossible! My black storm energy is condensed into sword energy, which can destroy any law of the avenue. Even if you are a blood demon, possess the avenue of blood, and have strong vitality, you cannot be unscathed by the black storm energy!"
Ling Shifeng couldn't believe it at all and roared, "You must have been seriously injured now and are just lingering. You think you can deceive me by pretending that nothing is wrong. You are so naive!"
Ling Shifeng himself did have extraordinary strength, so he was also confident in himself, thinking that Luo Zheng must have been seriously injured after enduring his attack.
"I will kill you now and see how many times your blood demon body can withstand my Black Storm Qigong!"
Ling Shifeng screamed and took action again. Immediately, black energy rolled over the entire battlefield of life and death. The black energy was even more violent than the last time he took action, and it directly attacked Luo Zheng.
This time, the black energy did not turn into a sword, but gathered directly towards Luo Zheng, trying to invade and enter his body.
"Hahaha, Ling Shifeng, I was just playing with you. Do you think these black storm energies can really hurt me?"
Luo Zheng burst out laughing when he saw this, not caring at all about Ling Shifeng's attack.
"Netherworld Blood Mirror!"
Suddenly, Luo Zheng shouted loudly, and a mirror-like treasure flew out of his body and landed at his feet.
This object is blood red all over. One side is as flat as a mirror, but the other side is uneven, as if it is made of flesh and blood intertwined with muscles and bones. It is the Netherworld Blood Mirror.
As soon as this treasure appeared, the entire battlefield of life and death, including the entire mountain of life and death, was immediately filled with the smell of blood, as if it was shrouded in a hell of blood.
Then, the Netherworld Blood Mirror that Luo Zheng sacrificed quickly grew in size under his feet, covering most of the battlefield of life and death in the blink of an eye.
As soon as the Nether Blood Mirror was launched, Ling Shifeng's black storm energy immediately lost its power and was sucked into the mirror!
"It's a god-level magic weapon!"
"Xue Zhongtian actually possesses such a treasure!"
"He calls this object the Netherworld Blood Mirror. Could it be the god-level mid-grade magic weapon in the hands of the Netherworld Demon Lord who suddenly disappeared thousands of years ago!"
All the Cangsheng Cult disciples were shocked, and some even thought of the origin of the Netherworld Mirror.