Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 253 The Hypocritical Master in Cultivating Immortals (Thirty)

"I think who can you rely on now?" the man in black smiled.

He blew his whistle, and the sword in Shen Rong's hand swung towards Zuo Zhenren's neck.

Are you going to die?

Zuo Zhenren closed his eyes.

A hand that was so pale that it was transparent quietly held the sword in Shen Rong's hand, and with a slight touch, the sword shattered.

"Who are you?" The man in black robe looked alert.

Although the person in front of him is a monster, he has never seen it before.

"Gu Jing?" Zuo Zhenren opened his eyes, saw him, and said in a somewhat hasty tone, "Hurry up and go."

Gu Jing is only in the foundation building stage now, how to fight against Shen Rong who is at the peak of his body.

"You are Gu Jing? The half-demon in the legend?" The man in black scrutinized Gu Jing carefully, "You have half the blood of the demon clan, why don't you join our demon clan?"

"He won't listen to your nonsense." Wang Quan trotted in, looked at Zuo Zhenren covered in blood, and couldn't help but turn red.

"Master, you have suffered."

"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense with him." Bai Mianmian rushed in hastily.

Gu Jing waved his palm, and the ground-shaking man in black took three steps back.

"Shen Rong, kill him."

The face of the man in black changed slightly.

He is the peak of Nascent Soul, and Gu Jing can easily force him back, which proves that the opponent's strength is far above him.

Above Nascent Soul is... out of body.

How old is he?

The eyes of the man in black were filled with disbelief.

How could Heaven allow such a gifted person to exist?
He cannot live.

After thinking clearly, the man in black looked at Gu Jing with a vicious gaze like a poisonous snake.

Shen Rong stiffened his neck, staring at the direction behind Gu Jing.

"Nan... Nan... Wan."

His words were full of hatred.

The man in black was stunned. At this moment, how could Shen Rong still have reason?

But when he was surprised, the person who made Shen Rong's saneness had already come to Gu Jing's side and stood still.

"Nanwan."

"Master Sword Immortal."

The sound came and went.

The disciples of Jianzong were overjoyed, Master Jianxian was not dead, they were saved.

The suzerains of the other sects lowered their heads with complicated expressions in their eyes.

They don't know how to face Nam Wan?

The murderous intention at the beginning was true, and it cannot be denied.

"Nan... Wan, you're not dead?"

Shen Rong's voice was hoarse.

He made himself like this so that one day he could step on Nan Wan's head.

He finally achieved it, and now he is told that Nan Wan is not dead.

Thinking of this, Shen Rong's eyes became more and more crazy.

How could Nan Wan not be dead?
The bone whistle in the black-robed man's hand was suddenly shattered by a huge blow, and along with him, he was slammed against the side wall.

Shen Rong spread out his hands, and the familiar spiritual power wrapped around his arms, repairing his wounds.

"However, today is your death day."

He laughed oddly.

The action of the man in black can be regarded as fulfilling him.

Now, he has abandoned his conscience, and nothing can hold him back.

"You..." The man in the black robe trembled.

How could Shen Rong get out of his control?
"Just wait for me!"

With a wave of Shen Rong's hand, the man in black passed out.

Wait until he kills Nan Wan before he settles the account.

"This is wrong, today should be your death day."

Gu Jing's voice was cold.

He remembered clearly how much mess Shen Rong had made for his master.

"By you?"

Shen Rong couldn't see Gu Jing's cultivation level, but judging from Gu Jing's age, no matter how strong she was, she was only at the golden core stage.

After leaving the body, the Jindan Nascent Soul is all ants.

He was too lazy to talk nonsense with the ants, so he made a random trick with his hand, and a sword flew over and landed in the palm of his hand.

"Nanwan."

Gu Jing stood in front of Nan Wan, her eyes wary.

"Nan Wan, do you want another disciple to protect you?"

Shen Rong made a sarcastic voice.

Nan Wan's hand hidden in his sleeve moved slightly, bypassed Gu Jing, and walked out.

"Nanwan, I'd like to see, is it your death or mine today?"

……

"Can Nan Wan deal with him?" Zuo Zhenren's eyes showed a little worry.

It's not that he has no confidence in Nan Wan, it's that Shen Rong has sucked away too many people's spiritual power.

The Supreme Elder of Jianzong, the Suzerain of Hehuan Sect, the Suzerain of Buddha Sect...

"Master Sword Immortal is so powerful, he will definitely win." Wang Quan said without hesitation.

Zuo Zhenren didn't speak, just stared at the sky closely.

"Kill them."

The man in black robe who was unconscious at the side woke up.

The monster army behind him was unmoved at all.

"Kill them for me." The black-robed man ordered again.

No one moved.

No matter how stupid the man in the black robe was, he guessed something was wrong.

"you……"

The monster army suddenly took off the armor on their heads.

"I'm smothered to death." Someone complained dissatisfied.

"Are you okay? I don't know how long the armor on my body hasn't been washed. It almost made me faint."

This is a young and beautiful nun.

"It's finally time to rest."

"You..." The man in black looked horrified.

These are the disciples of the major sects.

Not long ago, they died under Shen Rong's sword.

"Illusion."

The man in black slowly spit out these two words.

He was deceived.

Not only was he deceived, Shen Rong was also deceived.

What a Nanwan.

The battle of Skyrim also came to an end.

The long sword in Nan Wan's hand pierced into Shen Rong's chest without hesitation.

Shen Rong's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't move.

He looked at Nan Wan in shock, very unwilling.

"why?"

Why didn't he win Nan Wan by making himself into such an inhuman and ghost-like appearance?
"You want too much."

Nan Wan slowly withdrew the long sword in his hand.

Too much desire leads to insatiability.

The original owner had already paid the price for this, and Shen Rong followed in his footsteps.

"Want too much?"

Shen Rong suddenly laughed out loud.

He remembered that at the beginning of the Grand Competition, no one was willing to accept him as an apprentice.

They all said he wanted too much.

Desires are hard to fill, and one day they will harm others and themselves.

He didn't believe it, knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, and worshiped an elder.

As the elder said, his talent is mediocre, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't catch up with those of his peers.

But he was not discouraged. He spent more time on cultivation, and finally managed to catch up with others, and he gradually gained praise.

But Nan Wan's sudden birth ruined him.

Nan Wan's talent is outstanding, and she has reached a height that he could not reach in a short period of time, and everyone praises her.

It was inevitable that someone would compare the two of them, saying that he was deceived by the master.

He was very angry, so he killed the man.

……

Excessive desire will harm others and oneself.

Until now, Shen Rong finally understood the meaning of that sentence.

He had blood on his hands, and along the way, there wasn't a single day that he was happy about.

He ruined himself and everyone else.

Shen Rong's hands kept trembling. What was he doing all these years?
"puff."

Furious, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood glowed green, reminding him that he was no longer a human, but a demon.

Shen Rong cried and laughed, he was actually a monster, the most despised monster in the world of cultivating immortals.

(End of this chapter)