Longevity begins with the sword of ignorance

Chapter 167 Using the Void to Slash the Void, the Power of the Heart Sword
"My blood slave is not so easy to kill!"

The new figure showed a ferocious smile to Zhong Cang.

However, soon, his smile could not be maintained.

Ignoring him, Zhong Cang, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, first closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly.

Just in this closing and opening, the world presented to Zhong Cang's eyes is completely different from before.

The mundane faded away, and the reality appeared. Endless clusters of light, fluctuations, and lines filled Zhong Cang's field of vision.

Light clusters of different colors are individual objects.

Among them, the color represents the attribute.

The size and brightness of the light cluster represent the amount of energy contained in the object.

At the same time, these 'light clusters' are sending out circles of fluctuations. From the length of the fluctuations and the brightness of the light clusters, Zhong Cang can see the reality and weakness of objects.

This is the fluctuation of all things.

This is one of the core abilities of Zhong Cang's Wuming Mind Sword. In the past, Zhong Cang used the fluctuations of all things to sense the weakness of enemies or spells. At this moment, he sensed himself and wanted to find out the disharmony in himself.

This point is easy to find, almost at the first moment when the fluctuations of all things are activated, Zhong Cang saw a scarlet line in the fluctuations and ripples emitted by him, which was extremely dazzling and uncoordinated.

And this line, from Zhong Cang's body, was implicated in the bloody light group in front of him.

"This is the thread of the curse? But doesn't the curse have to be triggered by a medium? My blood, hair, or belongings should not fall on him, right?"

"Could it be the act of killing just now? Killing him once, I established a cause and effect with him, so I can be cursed by him?"

"And the self-destruction of his blood slave avatar, isn't it to destroy my flying sword, but to curse the sacrifice..."

There are many kinds of curses, and among them, the most terrifying and unpredictable one is the sacrifice curse.

Sacrificing one's own body or sacrificing other lives can increase the power of the curse.

If the sacrificed life or price is enough, the monk can even use the golden core to cultivate and kill the Nascent Soul.

Of course, Zhong Cang's speculation about the curse and the statement that he blew himself up for sacrifice.

If a healer is proficient in spells or curses, he will continue to think, and then find a way to break the curse.

Although, in most cases, the curse is difficult to break, and monks can only rely on monks to resist it.

Just like Zhong Cang now.

After being cursed by Li Yi, the demon monk who taunted him died tragically not long after.

As for Zhong Cang, although there is the image of a bloody riot.

But as soon as his body became abnormal, the five viscera gods in his body all resonated.

The five spirits suppressed and suppressed the abnormality in Zhong Cang's body.

Without hesitation, at the first moment when his physical condition was suppressed as usual, Zhong Cang's sword pointed at him, and Feijian Jinglei slashed towards Li Yi's body again.

"Hahaha... If you want to kill me, you can, kill me as you like!"

Without resisting, facing the flying sword that was slashing with force, Li Yi opened his hands and let the sharp sword fall.

"Chi!" Li Yi's blood slave body was easily split in half because there was nothing to stop him.

But at the moment when his body died, the blood in Zhong Cang's body rioted, and the intensity doubled.

"Pfft..."

Riot's physical condition caused blood to flow from Zhong Cang's mouth, and Feijian·Jinglei also trembled.

Before Zhong Cang calmed down the riot in his body, the arrogant laughter sounded from below again.

"Hahaha, you want to kill me, come on, I'll stand here and let you kill, see how many you can kill."

"One, two, three...or ten!"

"Hahaha……"

Amid wild laughter, one after another figures appeared not far from Feijian Jinglei.

At the same time as they appeared, they were also angrily shouting:

"Kill me!"

"Kill me!"

"kill me!!!"

……

He was arrogant and wanton, and in the sentence of "Kill me", there were as many as nine figures of Li Yi standing in the sky.

With so many figures, coupled with the fact that Zhong Cang was injured, the demoralized morale of the Demon Sect instantly soared.

The aristocratic families and royal families who followed this battle breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh... Fortunately, the candidate for the devil's son is not that weak."

"Take refuge in the magic gate, this is the right move."

Even the owner of the branch of Sihai Pavilion let out a sigh.

"Unfortunately, the situation has been overturned...Huh?!!"

The real body that can't be found, the horrible and cruel curse, and a large number of clones, just these three points, you can feel the difficulty of the blood sea sect's candidate for the son.

And the clone was killed, cursed, and the more killed, the stronger the curse, which made Li Yi like a hedgehog, unable to start.

With such a difficult opponent, many people felt that Zhong Cang had an opponent.

And the strength of the Demon Sect is stronger than that of the Cloud Sect. Even after the killing just now, the strength of the Demon Sect still exceeds that of the Cloud Sect.

If Zhong Cang is entangled, he doesn't need to lose, as long as he can't escape, Yun Xiaozong will lose in this battle.

After seeing this, everyone said that the magic gate is about to turn around.

However, before the spectators could finish their words of exclamation, the situation on the field reversed again.

……

"I swear by this, I don't allow things that I can't cut to exist in the world!"

Following the chanting of Yan Ling, Zhong Cang's heart and soul were condensed, his consciousness was tense, and unrivaled determination emanated from the sword of mind in Zhong Cang's sea of ​​consciousness.

With the sword intent attached to the sword finger, Zhong Cang lightly swiped in front of him.

"what!!!"

As Zhong Cang's finger 'touched' the line of curse, a mournful howl erupted in his heart and soul.

The wailing was ear-piercing and soul-shaking, but Zhong Cang's consciousness was protected by the Soul Sword, so this wailing would naturally not affect Zhong Cang.

As the soul sword trembled slightly, a melodious sword cry easily suppressed the howling.

Then, there was a sound of "collapse", as if there was an invisible line, which was cut off by Zhong Cang.

He cut off the line of curse with his heart sword and sword intent.

Cutting off the illusory line of curse seems exaggerated, but considering that the Heart Sword is also an illusory thing, it makes sense to cut the emptiness with emptiness.

At the same time, Zhong Cang's ability to easily cut off the thread of the curse was also related to Li Yi's lack of practice in spells, and his traces were extremely conspicuous.

If his Blood Chaos Curse has been cultivated to a master, or if he uses stronger spells, or even curses supernatural powers, it will be difficult for Zhong Cang to cut it off.

Even in the face of these terrifying curses, it is possible that he would not be able to see the fluctuation of the curse thread when he opened Jianxin.

At the same time, this kind of disregarding the reason of the spell, not looking for a solution to the curse, just cutting everything with the sword in his hand, is also the demeanor of a true sword cultivator.

One sword breaks ten thousand dharma, such praise is placed on Jianxiu's head, it is not a casual talk.

……

"Come and kill me...huh?!!"

Li Yi naturally sensed that the thread of the blood curse was cut off.

Originally, after the appearance of nine blood slaves, Li Yi, amidst wild laughter, led the demon cultivator with fierce eyes, and pressed forward step by step in the direction of Zhong Cang and Yunxiaozong.

However, when the thread of curse was cut off, his expression changed instantly.

"impossible!"

"How can you cut off the thread of curse..."

He wanted to say something more, but Zhong Cang, who was vigorous and resolute, no longer wanted to waste time.

"call out!"

With a sharp sound, the flying sword struck thunder, and swiftly pierced towards the nine figures standing in the air.

"If you want me to kill you, yes, here I come."

"Chichichi..."

Unprepared, three of the nine blood slaves released by Li Yi were instantly chopped into pieces by Zhong Cang.

Hmm... To be able to achieve such an outstanding result, the most important thing is naturally the sword energy thunder sound, and the heart sword sword intent.

Without comparing these two abilities, who has the greater function.

The blood slave died tragically, and the three cursed threads were re-wound around Zhong Cang's body.

However, at the first moment when they appeared, Zhong Cang chanted the words and hypnotized himself before the curse occurred, while waving his sword finger again and again, and slashed at the line of the curse.

"I swear here, I can cut everything!"

"Shhhhh..."

In an instant, these three lines of curse were cut off by Zhong Cang with his heart sword and sword intent.

Afterwards, the Feijian thundered like a dragon, and swiftly killed the other six blood slaves.

"call out!"

When the flying sword blasted at the enemy, something happened that made Zhong Cang, and even more so the disciples of the Demon Sect, stare wide-eyed.

Those six blood slaves, facing Feijian Jinglei's pursuit, unexpectedly - ran away.

Yes, in this battle, the first ones to escape were not the ordinary disciples of the Demon Sect, let alone innate warriors and soldiers, but the candidate saint sons of the Demon Sect!
His escape brought endless shock to everyone, and even made the mentality of the monks of the Demon Sect collapse instantly.

"Run... ran away?!!"

"The Holy Son escaped...?"

"how is this possible?"

"run!"

At the beginning, many children of the demon sect and the children of the rich and powerful hadn't reacted yet. After a breath, there was a crash, and everyone ran away.

Just now, the disciples of the Demon Sect who were approaching step by step with a fierce look in their eyes looked like a frightened bird at this moment, and the speed of their escape was particularly crazy.

At the same time, when most demon cultivators run away, they keep their mouths shut, burn their aura, and run as fast as they can.

Only Li Yi, the candidate for the Devil's Sect, is a fastidious person. While escaping, he also left a sentence:

"You bastard of the Cloud Sect, you won this time, but don't be complacent, I will come back."

"Come back? You have no chance. Today, you will die here."

When he said this, Zhong Cang's expression was very calm, but his words seemed to have angered Li Yi.

"Kill me? Hahahaha...you said you wanted to kill me!"

Speaking of this, Li Yi's voice suddenly became furious.

"Bastard, don't be too complacent, you're just slightly better!"

"If you want to kill me, you are still 100 years away!"

"When you find my real body, let's talk about killing me!"

Speaking such words furiously, it is obvious that the candidate saint son of the Blood Ocean Sect does not think Zhong Cang can kill himself.

He didn't even think that Zhong Cang could find him.

And just as he was thinking this way, Zhong Cang bent his right hand, facing the void, as if to strike.

Following this movement, Li Yi, who was hiding in the blood on the ground, felt a sudden chill in his body and mind. He felt the danger of death!
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