Speed up the path to immortality!

Wan Rusong clenched his iron fist tightly.

At this moment, he didn't even hate Ji Changsheng and Lan Zhujun that much.

He hates hearing about Yu.

Damn bitch, she didn't know Ji Changsheng's true identity, so she wanted him to be the cannon fodder.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Wan Rusong did not take Ji Changsheng seriously at first, but after "Lan Nu" came out, he still thought that Ji Changsheng could handle it easily, so he was not qualified to be the number one true successor of the Demon Sect.

Before he knew Ji Changsheng's true identity, he would rather face it than take action.

Ji Changsheng didn't bother to care about the intrigues of the ghostly married couple.

"I already know the situation of Wan Rusong and Wen Renjiayu. Where is Sui Tinghuai? Isn't he also a disciple of a big family?"

Ji Changsheng frowned a little when he said this.

It’s such a good demon sect, but how come all its true disciples come from aristocratic families?

The holy religion should serve the people of the world as its purpose. Everyone comes from a family of cultivators, how can they be expected to serve the people?

How to respond to his transformation of the Holy Religion?

Ji Changsheng was very dissatisfied with this.

Fortunately, Sui Tinghuai's situation gave him a glimmer of hope.

"Sui Tinghuai is similar to you, Chang Sheng. He has no background and relies solely on his talent to get ahead. Of course, he also needed the care of some elders when he was growing up, but he also relied on his talent and hard work to impress those elders, and there is no blood relationship. Simply based on In terms of talent, Sui Tinghuai should be the closest to me among the five true legends."

When Ren Suqiong said it at the end, she couldn't help but give herself a small tip.

She is the number one person in the Golden Core realm in the demon sect camp.

Sui Tinghuai is hailed by many as the first genius of the Demon Sect.

Ren Suqiong's target has always been Sui Tinghuai.

Ji Changsheng nodded.

"I basically understand, Wan Rusong, the son of a traitor to the Holy Cult. His father is an undercover agent of Xuandu Temple. Wan Rusong has always admired Xuandu Temple, so he hates me, a traitor of Xuandu Temple, and deserves to be killed."

Wan Rusong finally couldn't hold it back: "When did my father become an undercover agent in Xuandu Temple? When did I ever hate you?"

He swore to God that he had never had much contact with Ji Changsheng, so where did the hatred come from?

Ji Changsheng said casually: "There is a list of undercover agents on Xuandu Guanshan Mountain. I will ask the Guanzhu to add your father's name in a moment."

"You..." Wan Rusong almost bit his steel teeth into pieces.

"As for when did you hate me? Now." Ji Changsheng's tone was a little uncertain: "It may be in the future. After all, I am planning to take your fiancée as a beautiful dog. You will definitely not be able to coexist peacefully with me. Better to die."

Ji Changsheng didn't specialize in killing men.

The way Wan Rusong died here was to accept Yu Laomo as his adoptive father.

Everything else didn't matter, Wen Renjiayu was just joking.

But if you accept Yu Laomo as your adoptive father, who will die if you don’t die?

This involves Ji Laomo's core interests.

"Okay, don't talk for now." Ji Changsheng pronounced Wan Rusong's death sentence and began to pronounce the second sentence: "Meng Jiayin, you don't have any background, just kill him."

This time, Lord Lanzhu did not stop and reminded him: "Master, Meng Jiayin is the direct disciple of Vice-leader Lou."

Ji Changsheng looked at Lan Zhujun strangely: "Vice-leader Lou? Does our holy religion have a deputy leader named Lou?"

Everyone understood what Ji Changsheng meant.

My heart instantly went cold.

It was obvious that Vice Leader Lou had become a dead person in Ji Changsheng's place.

Meng Jiayin forced herself to stay calm and reminded: "Ji Changsheng, although I don't know what confidence you have, the tutor is not someone you can easily shake. Even the leader and his wife will maintain a certain degree of respect for the tutor, unless Ling …”

Ji Changsheng smiled and took out a jade sword and placed it in front of him.

Meng Jiayin's voice stopped suddenly, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Wan Rusong even blurted out: "Linglong Immortal Sword? Why is it here with you?"

Ji Changsheng was too lazy to pay attention to the two dead men Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin.

He just raised his chin at Wen Renjiayu and Sui Tinghuai.

"Senior Sister Wenren, Senior Brother Sui, as you all know, I am an easy-going person and am kind to others. I never easily get into grudges with others."

No one in the room listened.

Do you believe this?

Letter from Ji Changsheng.

He really felt like that.

"Although you both were disrespectful to me before, I am so generous and will give you a chance to admit your mistake."

Wen Renjiayu finally spoke: "Junior Brother Ji, I have never spoken to you, how can I be disrespectful?"

Wen Renjiayu felt that he was really wronged.

She really hadn't said a single word to Ji Changsheng. How could she be disrespectful?

Sui Tinghuai also felt that he was wronged.

"Junior Brother Ji, I have never offended you in any way from the beginning to the end, right?"

Ji Changsheng had previously invited him to join the Demon Suppression Team.

He just said that he would consider it if the demon-suppressing team was still there in three days.

Can't we let people think about it?

In this huge Heavenly Demon Sect, Sui Tinghuai has never encountered such an unreasonable person.

Thinking back when several Supreme Elders rushed to accept him as a disciple, he also said that he would consider it.

Can this be called disrespectful?

Ji Changsheng explained: "The following offense is disrespectful. I am the young master of the Holy Cult. None of you talk to me, and none of you accept my invitation. I say that you are disrespectful to me. Do you not accept it? Or do you disagree? Am I the young master of the Holy Cult?”

Ji Changsheng picked up the jade sword.

"If you don't accept it, just say it. I am a person who is open to all kinds of things. As long as what you say makes sense, I can also abdicate in favor of others."

Wen Renjiayu and Sui Tinghuai felt their knees weaken instantly.

Wen Renjiayu said decisively: "Junior Brother Ji is kind-hearted and decisive in killing. I support Junior Brother Ji as the young master of the Holy Cult."

Sui Tinghuai's face turned red, but under the pressure of the Linglong Fairy Sword, he also lowered his head: "I also support Junior Brother Ji as the young master."

The teacher taught him that if you don't plan for eternity, you can't plan for a moment.

Sui Tinghuai had always thought so.

But now, Ji Changsheng also taught him one thing:

Those who do not plan for three days cannot plan for eternity.

If he doesn't recognize Ji Changsheng as his young master today, he will have no future.

Ji Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.

"Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin entered my young master's cave with their left feet first. They must be the secret codes of righteous demons and should be killed."

Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin laughed angrily.

But Ji Changsheng picked up the jade sword, and the seven-color sword energy appeared on the jade sword, which immediately made the two of them stop laughing.

"Wen Renjia Yu, Sui Tinghuai, when you encounter a righteous monster, all the disciples of the Holy Cult will kill them. Let me see your sincerity in loyalty to this young master."

Ji Changsheng held a jade sword, and the seven-colored sword energy protected his body, making everyone present feel the oppressive force from the exquisite sword.

"Lanu, you come up too, I don't have idle people here, young master."

"If Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin die, you will live. Otherwise, we will die together. Let's do it and let me see the quality of the true disciples of the Holy Religion."

If there is no eldest wife, then let the younger brothers take over.

Isn’t this the time to recruit a younger brother?

Or let them have free time?

The atmosphere was solemn for a moment, and the five true disciples looked at each other in shock.

After a while, Mr. Lanzhu was the first to attack Wan Rusong.

After all, he has become Lan Nu.

She knew Ji Changsheng's ruthlessness best and did not dare to talk nonsense with Ji Changsheng at all.

Wen Ren Jiayu followed closely and stabbed her fiancé directly.

"Wan Rusong, don't blame me."

The Linglong Immortal Sword is on top. Ji Changsheng made it very clear that she must use her fiancé's head to receive the certificate.

If you want to kill your fiancé, you won’t kill yourself.

This multiple choice question is very simple.

Sui Tinghuai stood silently in front of Meng Jiayin.

"Senior Brother Meng, I'm sorry."

He doesn't want to start a true civil war now.

But being forced to the cliff by Ji Laomo, he could only let others die first.

Inside the cave, a bloody battle broke out instantly.

Ji Laomo was sitting high on the throne, watching with cold eyes, showing his true nature as a demon.

"Chang Sheng, you sweep the formation, and I will try my hand at it." Ren Suqiong's eyes flashed with excitement: "When you first join Nascent Soul, you will have opponents like true disciples. This is a good trial opportunity."

She didn't think there was a problem with her safety, and just regarded Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin as two dead partners.

This is of course the best sparring experience, with zero risk and high returns.

Ji Changsheng thought for a while and realized that Ren Suqiong was his friend. He didn't want to let Ren Suqiong capsize in the gutter, so he reminded: "Wait a minute and see who fails, then you can make up for it."

"It's okay, I'm new to Yuanying, so I'm definitely no match for these veteran true disciples." Ren Suqiong followed suit: "Looking at the strength they showed, I'm still far behind."

Ren Suqiong was not surprised by this.

The true successors of the Heavenly Demon Sect are all selected from among the geniuses.

Although she thinks she has the highest talent, she is not so talented that she can cross two small realms to kill the true disciples.

"Wan Rusong is worthy of being recognized as the leader of the True Tradition. He can fight one against two without showing signs of defeat."

Ren Suqiong is more concerned about Wan Rusong's relationship with Lan Zhujun and Wen Renjiayu.

Wan Rusong is recognized as the number one true disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and Lord Lanzhu is also recognized as the second.

Their strength is obviously better than the other three.

Now with the addition of Wen Renjia Yu, the fight is a wonderful one.

However, Ji Changsheng snorted coldly as he looked on coldly.

"Lanu, if you hold back, I will send you to death first."

Lord Lanzhu trembled in his heart, and the overwhelming sound from the bamboo sword in his hand immediately filled the entire cave.

Ren Suqiong did not notice that Ji Changsheng had been promoted to the late Nascent Soul stage, and his eyesight was still superior to that of Ren Suqiong.

Wan Rusong was able to keep up with one against two because of his strength. On the other hand, Lan Zhujun's lethality was only about the same as Wen Renjiayu's.

Wen Renjiayu tried his best.

Mr. Lanzhu is holding back.

Still in need of training.

In comparison, Wen Renjiayu, a widow, was very enlightened.

Obviously, Wen Renjiayu has completely recognized the reality.

If Wan Rusong didn't die, she would be in big trouble.

When Mr. Lanzhu went all out, Wan Rusong immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Ji Changsheng could confirm that Wan Rusong's defeat was only a matter of time, so he paid attention to another dead man, Meng Jiayin.

Then he raised his eyebrows.

"Sui Tinghuai's strength is actually higher than Meng Jiayin."

Just now the two were evenly matched.

But now, Sui Tinghuai has clearly gained the upper hand.

"He is worthy of being hailed as the true successor of the Holy Religion's number one genius. I still have to be promoted to the Incarnation God before I can be sure to suppress this group of arrogant soldiers."

"It's hard to say, the opportunity to become a god will have to be found from them."

Ji Changsheng drew his knife and his figure disappeared from the place instantly.

The next moment, Ji Changsheng's sad magic knife had pierced Meng Jiayin's lower abdomen.

Ren Suqiong reacted very quickly. When he found out that Ji Changsheng had taken action and Meng Jiayin was not dead in one blow, he also took action decisively.

Blood red palms fell from the sky, blocking Meng Jiayin's way of flying to the sky and escaping to the earth.

Meng Jiayin's face was solemn, showing the fighting qualities expected of a true disciple of the Demon Sect.

He did not retreat but advanced, allowing Ji Changsheng's sad magic knife to pierce his lower abdomen. He quickly approached Ji Changsheng and hugged Ji Changsheng forcefully.

"Die together!"

Meng Jiayin's eyes flashed with madness.

"Revenge for Junior Brother Lou!"

boom!

Meng Jiayin quickly blew herself up.

A group of blood shadows rolled up boundless air waves in the cave, forcing Wan Rusong and the other three who were fighting fiercely on the other side to release their protective essence to resist the aftermath of Meng Jiayin's self-destruction.

At this moment, the boundless sea of ​​blood quickly swallowed up the entire cave.

The monstrous blood evil energy, combined with the dazzling sword light, cut the blood shadow into two pieces.

Ji Changsheng walked on the sea of ​​​​blood, looking at Meng Jiayin who had been cut in half and merged into the sea of ​​​​blood, and laughed.

"You've only mastered a river of blood, but you dare to use blood escape in front of me?"

This is the merit that comes to your door.

Ji Changsheng's vision of the blood sea left Ren Suqiong and Sui Tinghuai stunned.

Ren Suqiong said in shock: "Changsheng, how many people have you killed?"

Ji Changsheng did not answer Ren Suqiong.

His performance just now was also noticed by Wan Rusong.

"Get out of my way, everyone."

A black soul flag with a roar of resentful souls appeared in Wan Rusong's hand.

"Ji Changsheng, you shouldn't be so arrogant that you give up using the Exquisite Immortal Sword."

Wan Rusong's eyes also flashed with a trace of madness. He ignored Lan Zhujun's bamboo sword and Wen Renjiayu's attack, and poured half of his true energy into the small banner in his hand.

"Ten Thousand Soul Flags, explode!"

boom!

Thousands of resentful souls immediately broke free from the shackles of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags and launched indiscriminate attacks.

"free."

"This is the air of freedom."

"Kill, kill all the living people."

"They're all going to die."

Except for Ji Changsheng, everyone's expressions changed suddenly and they quickly retreated.

"Wan Rusong, you actually practiced the Ten Thousand Soul Banner?"

"Who gave you the courage to kill so many people?"

"The Hundred Soul Banner has reached its limit. Do you dare to practice the Ten Thousand Soul Banner because you want to attract the Exquisite Immortal Sword?"

Ji Changsheng himself was not doing well. He didn't expect the other four true disciples to be so shocked.

What happened to the disciples of the Demon Sect practicing the Ten Thousand Soul Banner?

How hard did my Linglong wife beat you?

The dignified true disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect was actually frightened by a mere Ten Thousand Souls Flag.

Ji Changsheng was very puzzled by this.

Of course, Ji Changsheng still admired Wan Rusong.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is a great merit.

Wan Rusong also fell into the situation of Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Lord at this time, but when he looked at Ji Changsheng, he kept sneering: "Ji Changsheng, let's enjoy the Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Master together."

Ji Changsheng opened the Wanmin Umbrella calmly.

He shook his head helplessly.

"Let me teach you how to use the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

In Wan Rusong's stunned eyes, the Ten Thousand Souls Flag he had just exploded became the nourishment for Ji Changsheng's Ten Thousand People Umbrella.

The resentful spirits who were arrogant and biting everywhere just now were suppressed by Ji Changsheng's Ten Thousand People Umbrella as if they had encountered their enemies.

And Ji Changsheng walked among thousands of souls, wielding the Sad Magic Sword again without any fireworks.

"Senior Brother Wan, please take a seat at Wan Min Umbrella."

…

One minute later.

Ji Changsheng looked at the Wanmin Umbrella in his hand, which was becoming more and more gleaming with golden light, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

The aura of the god-transformation monk enveloped the entire cave and quickly enveloped the entire holy religion.