Longevity begins with the sword of ignorance

Chapter 172 The ambition to fall into the battle, there is death but no life!
Watching the six or seven hundred demon cultivators below, Zhong Cang knew that the consecutive victories made him careless.

If he had activated Tianxin or Jianxin to observe the town before entering the city, he would never fall into the trap so easily.

The only thing that makes him fortunate is that although he is the only one in the general direction, he will not ignore the opinions of the people below.

Because of this, during the march, the more stable manager of the Yunxiao Sect has been sending spies to investigate the surroundings.

In the Xuanyuan Realm, the Yunxiao Sect is also constantly dispatching intelligence personnel, even undercover agents, to inquire about news.

Afraid of the news being exposed, Mozong was very careful when laying out traps.

This time, they only gathered 700 to [-] people, instead of pressing thousands of demon cultivators together.

This also means that, Zhong Cang, some fight.

……

In the death situation, Zhong Cang has no fear.

The momentum of charging, there is advance but no retreat, the ambition to fall into the battle, there is death but no life!

On the contrary, the desperate situation aroused Zhong Cang's fighting spirit and will, making his spiritual sense and sword heart extremely condensed.

"call……"

As the breath was slowly exhaled, the human emotions in Zhong Cang's eyes gradually faded away, only the fierce sword intent was contained in it.

He is ready to fight to the death.

On the other side, Zhong Cang was trapped with the array of seven stars leading the moon, and it was seven hundred to one, which made the opponent feel that he had a great advantage.

Because of this, while the eyes were staring at Zhong Cang maliciously, there were still people who wanted to persuade him to surrender.

The first 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 ordered Zhong Cang to be his blood slave, while the latter wanted Zhong Cang to be her Taoist companion.

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

"Hee hee, brother Zhong Cang, don't stare at me so viciously, I will be afraid. Also, brother Cang, you are not hopeless. If you are willing to surrender, join my Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect. I am willing to become your Taoist companion. Let's fight for the position of the Holy Son of Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect."

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 want me to be a blood slave, hehe, you really are not afraid of death."

"Hahaha……"

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

No, he wasn't the only one laughing, the 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."

Hearing this, to the surprise of all the demon cultivators, Zhong Cang——did not refute.

Instead, he nodded indifferently and said: "Indeed, if I fall into such a trap by mistake, my chance of surviving is not great."

"Ok?"

"Ugh?"

"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 gaze to the Blood Sea Sect, the new candidate for the holy son Xingren.

The sharp gaze made the candidate Holy Child Xing Ren feel a biting chill.

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

"Mongrel..."

He wanted to cover up his flustered feeling by cursing 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 stared at by Zhong Cang, couldn't help but gasped, and took two steps back.

At this moment, he thought with a tingling scalp that Zhong Cang was not a weak person, even if 700 people besieged him and killed him, he would still have to pay a high price.

And if he were to stare at him and attack desperately, he might die.

Although, focusing on killing one person will make Zhong Cang more vulnerable to blows, so that the overall loss of the Demon Gate's siege and killing Zhong Cang will be reduced.

But who cares!
As a candidate for the holy son, Xing Ren has the excellent virtue of the Demon Sect-plucking out a hair to benefit the world, nothing to do.

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

Volunteering to sacrifice for the benefit of the Demon Sect——Anyone who has this kind of thinking will die, and will be called a fool and stupid by others.

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.

Let yourself sacrifice, this is absolutely impossible.

……

In an instant, Xing Ren thought of various things.

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

Afraid of being targeted by Zhong Cang, he immediately retreated into the team, hoping not to attract Zhong Cang's attention.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Chong!"

As the long sword came out of the body, the melodious sound of the sword's sound pierced the sky, and in an instant, phantoms of the sword of the soul appeared in the hearts of all the people in the city.

"laugh!"

The heart sword beheaded the soul, Zhong Cang locked the punishment blade at the first moment, and let the heart sword kill it.

"Do not!!!"

"Attack, attack me all!"

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

Shouting in horror and desperately blocking, 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 make a move easily - they were afraid of being targeted by Zhong Cang.

And because of his extremely weak strength, Zhong Cang probably only needed one sword to kill them, which made them more afraid of Zhong Cang than Xing Ren.

Because of this, no one responded to the attack order launched by the candidate Holy Son Xingren at the first time.

"..."

Silence is Chongzhong City at this time.

The 700 people besieged and killed Zhong Cang, and he was shocked by him alone. This scene was something that no one had ever imagined.

After counting breaths, there was an erratic voice that sounded from all directions.

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

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

However, the fluctuation of all things attached to the heart of the sword makes the monk not want to hide, but he can hide it.

From the fluctuation of the voice and spiritual energy, Zhong Cang easily found the direction of that person, and the next thing was simple.

With a thought, the sword of the soul that was still in the sea of ​​consciousness of Xingren just now appeared in the soul of the agitated person in an instant.

With the slash of the heart sword, the soul of that person was annihilated.

After killing him, without giving Xing Ren a chance to regain his energy, the sword shadow reappeared in his sea of ​​consciousness as soon as he turned around.

The mental confrontation, or crushing, begins again.

……

The holy son candidate who spoke out badly was severely injured and was on the verge of death, and he was about to be unable to resist.

The one who was about to instigate everyone to attack was silently beheaded before he could finish his sentence.

Zhong Cang's two strikes made all the demon cultivators confirm one thing. Today, whether they can kill Zhong Cang is still uncertain.

But relying on the characteristics of the heart sword to cut the soul, whoever strikes first will definitely die.

And this also made the group of demon cultivators even more afraid of Zhong Cang, let alone the idea of ​​taking the lead.

Again, selfishness is the traditional virtue of Momen.

……

Because of Zhong Cang's strength, and the selfishness of the demon monks.

The situation seemed to be at a stalemate, if that was the case, Zhong Cang would die of laughter.

And the face of the Demon Sect will be completely lost.

There is no way, when the trap is successful, in order to better hit the morale of Yunxiaozong, let the powerful family take refuge in him.

The ruler of the Demon Sect in the Xuanyuan Realm, through some special instruments, projected what happened here to the skies of more than a dozen cities.

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

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

It's just that they thought very well, but things didn't develop as they expected.

With a dozen of seven hundred, it was actually Zhong Cang who intimidated the rest of the people. This was something they never thought of beforehand.

In the end, it was discovered that the disciples of the Demon Sect were unreliable, and a foundation-building cultivator couldn't help but stood up outside the formation, and yelled at the disciples of the Demon Sect with a dark face.

"Attack me, within three breaths, those who have not yet launched an attack, prepare to go to the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest."

"boom……"

As soon as Wanmoku said three words, fear appeared on the faces of all the monks of the Demon Sect.

Afterwards, overwhelming spells, like a violent storm, smashed towards Zhong Cang.

Due to too many spells, Zhong Cang's methods in all directions seemed to be surrounded by spells.

This scene made the foundation-building cultivator of the demon sect heave a sigh of relief, but the fierce light in Zhong Cang's eyes suddenly shone brightly.

Afterwards, with cold eyes, he did not retreat. Instead, he commanded the dragon fish, drove 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 the existence of self-cutting in the world. This sword is an invincible blade that can cut off all matter and magic in the world..."

During the oath and self-hypnosis, Zhong Cang's sword qi had the ability to cut everything.

"Shhhhh..."

Flying swords dance wildly, sword qi shoots wildly, 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.

Afterwards, driving the strong wind, with the intention of flowing wind, he rushed out from the gap where the spell was broken, and rushed into the group of demon monks at an extremely fast speed.

Because he comprehended the meaning of the flowing wind, his speed was too fast, and when he broke into the group of demon cultivators, the spells in other directions had just landed on the position where Zhong Cang was originally standing.

Zhong Cang breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived in the group of demon cultivators.

——The reason why he didn't escape, but broke in on his own initiative, was not because Zhong Cang took the initiative to seek death.

But the reality is not a game, and the spells of friendly troops are also harmful to the disciples of the Demon Sect.

If he is outside the formation, Zhong Cang will always face this overwhelming magic attack.

The pressure was so great that even though Zhong Cang was powerful, he didn't have the confidence to fight head-to-head with these seven hundred demon cultivators.

But if you mix into the magic cultivator group, things will be different.

Mixing with the demon cultivators, this makes the peripheral demon cultivators be a little afraid of releasing attack spells... Well, they are not afraid.

(End of this chapter)