Immortality begins with the sword of ignorance

"My blood slave is not that easy to kill!"

The new figure showed a ferocious smile to Zhong Cang.

However, soon, his smile could no longer be maintained.

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

In this moment of closing and opening, the world that appeared in Zhong Cang's eyes was completely different from before.

The mundane faded away, and the real thing appeared. Endless light groups, fluctuations, and lines filled Zhong Cang's vision.

The light groups of different colors are objects.

Among them, color represents attributes.

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

At the same time, these 'light clusters' are emitting circles of ripples outwards. From the length of the fluctuations and the brightness of the clusters of light, Zhong Cang can discern the virtual reality and weaknesses of the 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 weaknesses 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 as soon as the fluctuations of all things started, Zhong Cang saw a scarlet line in the fluctuation 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.

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

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

"And the self-destruction of his blood slave clone was not to destroy my flying sword, but to curse and 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 life or price of the sacrifice is enough, the monk can even use the golden elixir cultivation to curse the Nascent Soul to death.

Of course, the curse and the idea that he self-destructed as a sacrifice were all Zhong Cang's guesses.

If you are a spiritual master who is proficient in spells or curses, you will continue to think and then find ways to break the curse.

Although, in most cases, the curse is difficult to break and can only be resisted by monks.

Just like Zhong Cang now.

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

As for Zhong Cang, there is a blood riot here.

But the first time something went wrong in his body, all the five internal organs in his body started to vibrate.

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

Without hesitation, as soon as his physical condition was suppressed to normal, Zhong Cang drew his sword and let the flying sword, Jing Lei, strike towards Li Yi's body again.

"Hahaha... If you want to kill me, you can do it as you please!"

Without any resistance, Li Yi opened his hands and let the sword fall down when faced with the flying sword.

"Tsk", because there was no resistance, Li Yi's blood slave body was easily split into two halves.

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

"Pfft..."

The violent physical condition caused blood to flow out of Zhong Cang's mouth, and Feijian Jinglei also trembled.

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

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

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

"Hahaha……"

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

At the same time as they appeared, they also shouted angrily:

"Kill me!"

"Kill me!"

"kill me!!!"

...

He yelled arrogantly and wantonly, and in the sentence "Kill me", there were as many as nine figures of Li Yi standing in the sky.

With so many figures, coupled with Zhong Cang's injured status, the morale of the Demon Sect, which had been shattered, instantly soared.

The aristocratic families and the royal family who were paying attention to this battle also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh...fortunately, the Demon Sect's candidate for the Holy Son is not that weak."

"To take refuge in the Demon Sect is the right move."

Even the master of the branch of Sihai Pavilion sighed.

"It's a pity that the situation has been turned upside down... huh?!!"

The true body that cannot be found, the terrifying and cruel curse, and a large number of clones, these three points alone can make you feel how difficult it is for the Blood Sea Sect's candidate to be the Holy Son.

The clones were killed and cursed, and the more they killed, the stronger the curse became, which made Li Yi like a hedgehog, unable to start.

Such a difficult opponent made many people feel that Zhong Cang had a rival.

The Demon Sect is stronger than the Yunxiao Sect. Even after the killings just now, the Demon Sect is still stronger than the Yunxiao Sect.

If Zhong Cang is entangled, there is no need to lose. As long as he cannot escape, the Yunxiao Sect will be defeated in this battle.

After seeing this, everyone said that the Demon Sect was about to make a comeback.

However, before these spectators could finish their sighs, the situation on the field was reversed again.

...

"I swear by this, I will not allow anything in the world that I cannot kill to exist!"

As the spirit of words recited, Zhong Cang's heart and soul condensed, his consciousness tightened, and unrivaled sharpness emanated from the sword of the soul in the sea of ​​Zhong Cang's consciousness.

The sword intention was attached to the sword finger, and Zhong Cang made a light stroke in front of him.

"ah!!!"

As Zhong Cang's finger 'touched' the cursed thread, a shrill wail broke out in his heart and soul.

The wailing was piercing and soul-shaking, but Zhong Cang's consciousness was protected by the sword of the soul, so this wailing naturally had no effect on Zhong Cang.

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

Then, there was a "collapse" sound, as if there were invisible lines that were cut off by Zhong Cang.

He used the sword of his heart to cut off the cursed thread.

Cutting off the illusory thread of curse may seem exaggerated, but when you consider that the Heart Sword is also an illusory thing, it seems reasonable to use the imaginary to cut off the imaginary.

At the same time, Zhong Cang's ability to easily cut off the cursed thread was also related to the fact that Li Yi's spells were not perfected and the traces were extremely conspicuous.

If he masters the blood chaos curse, or uses stronger spells, or even curses magical powers, it will be difficult for Zhong Cang to cut it off.

Even if he really faced these terrifying curses, he might open the sword heart and not see the fluctuations of the cursed thread.

At the same time, this kind of disregarding the reason of the spell, not looking for a solution to the curse, and just using the sword in his hand to cut everything, is also the style of a true swordsman.

One sword can break all kinds of magic. Such praise is not given casually when placed on the head of a sword cultivator.

...

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

The blood curse thread was cut off, and Li Yi naturally felt it.

Originally, after the nine blood slaves appeared, Li Yi was laughing wildly, and with the demon cultivator with a fierce look in his eyes, he pressed forward step by step in the direction of Zhong Cang and Yunxiao Sect.

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

"impossible!"

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

He wanted to say something more, but the resolute Zhong Cang no longer wanted to waste time.

"call out!"

Following a sharp sound, the flying swords struck the nine figures standing in the air as fast as the wind.

"If you want me to kill you, fine, I'm here."

"Chi Chi Chi..."

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

Well... the most important thing to achieve such outstanding results is naturally the sword energy, thunder sound, and heart sword sword intention.

There is no comparison between these two abilities to see which one has greater functionality.

The blood slave died tragically, and the three threads of curse wrapped around Zhong Cang again.

However, the first time they appeared, before the curse could take effect, Zhong Cang recited the spirit of words to hypnotize himself, while waving his sword fingers repeatedly, slashing at the cursed thread.

"I swear to this, I can cut off everything!"

"Shuashuashua..."

In an instant, these three cursed threads were cut off by Zhong Cang with his Heart Sword.

Then, the flying sword thundered like a dragon, and quickly killed the other six blood slaves.

"call out!"

When the flying sword exploded towards the enemy, something happened that made Zhong Cang and even the Demon Sect disciples widen their eyes.

The six blood slaves, when faced with the pursuit of flying swords and thunder, actually ran away.

Yes, in this battle, the first one to escape was not the ordinary disciples of the Demon Sect, let alone the innate warriors and soldiers, but the candidate Holy Son of the Demon Sect!

His escape brought endless shock to everyone, and even caused the mentality of the Demon Sect monks to collapse instantly.

"Run...ran away?!!"

"The Holy Son escaped...?"

"How can it be?"

"run!"

At first, many of the demon sect disciples and the powerful disciples did not react. After a breath, there was a crash and everyone ran away.

The disciples of the Demon Sect, who had a fierce look in their eyes just now and were approaching step by step, were now like frightened birds, and their speed of escape was particularly crazy.

At the same time, when most demon cultivators are running away, they keep their mouths tightly shut, burn their spiritual energy, and run as fast as they can.

Only Li Yi, the candidate of the Demon Sect, is a fastidious person. While escaping, he also left a message:

"Bastard of Yunxiao Sect, you won this time, but don't be complacent, this Holy Son 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 anger Li Yi.

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

At this point, Li Yi's voice suddenly became furious.

"Bastard, don't be too proud, you are just slightly better!"

"If you want to kill me, you still have a hundred years to go!"

"Wait until you find my true identity and then talk about killing me!"

Speaking such words angrily, it was obvious that the candidate for the Holy Son of the Blood Sea Sect did not think that Zhong Cang could kill him.

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

While he was thinking this, Zhong Cang raised his right hand and made a flicking motion toward the void.

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

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