Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs

Shen Rong's evil and bloodthirsty appearance made everyone fearful.

Those who were originally excited and wanted to become immortals also had doubts in their hearts.

Is this a fairy, or a demon?

Are these "immortals" really recruiting disciples?

Among the tens of thousands of people, there are all kinds of people, and naturally many of them are pretentious and overconfident.

Guan Wei was not the only one who doubted the identity of Zhang Chen's three immortals, but seeing Guan Wei's fate, they didn't dare to jump out again.

The blood condenses into a gun, absorbing the blood of others is obviously not something that ordinary people can do.

Seeing that the people were afraid and did not dare to continue to test, Huang Qi scolded: "What are you looking at, why don't you continue to come and test."

The common people could only walk forward tremblingly, touching the Tan Lingzhu with apprehension.

No glow, next.

The middle-aged man who didn't want to come before swiped his hand on the Tan Lingzhu, and then turned around to leave.

Huang Qi's eyes turned cold, a **** light flashed, and a palm fell to the ground.

"Ah!" The middle-aged man screamed in pain.

"It's so daring to be clever in front of me!" Huang Qi sneered, this person actually pretended to touch the Tan Lingzhu, trying to get away with it.

"Immortal, please forgive me. The villain was too nervous and didn't do it on purpose." The middle-aged man hurriedly explained.

"Father!" His son shouted in the crowd, wanting to step forward, but was held back by his mother.

"I'll give you another chance." Huang Qi's tone was cold.

"Thank you Immortal, thank you Immortal." The middle-aged man quickly touched the Tan Lingzhu with his other hand.

Tan Lingzhu didn't shine, he was clever but was misled by cleverness.

The middle-aged man retreated to the side with gratitude. Although he lost a hand, his life was saved.

It's just a mortal, and Huang Qi doesn't care too much. If he really has spiritual roots, he might kill him to avoid future troubles.

Immediately afterwards, a beggar stepped forward.

Unlike the middle-aged man, the beggar is full of expectations. He doesn't care whether he is a fairy or a demon, as long as he can have strong power.

However, the heavens did not favor him, and the Tan Lingzhu did not shine.

The beggar is very unwilling. He doesn't want to be driven away and disgusted by others, bullied by other beggars, and robbed by wild dogs. He wants to change his destiny and become a master.

"boom!"

The beggar knelt down and kowtowed violently: "I beg the three immortals to teach me the magic of immortality!"

"boom!"

"I beg the three immortals to teach me the magic of immortality!"

"boom!"

"I beg the three immortals to teach me the magic of immortality!"

The beggar begged loudly and kowtowed vigorously, and his head was bleeding after just a few strokes, hoping to move Zhang Chen and the three of them.

"It's wishful thinking for a mortal without spiritual roots to still want to learn the magic of immortality, get out!" Shen Rong looked disgusted, he didn't want to kill a beggar to dirty his own blood.

But the beggar still didn't want to give up, and continued to kowtow: "I beg the three immortals to teach me the magic of immortality!"

"boom!"

"I beg the three immortals to teach me the magic of immortality!"  …

"Noisy!" Seeing the beggar's reluctance, Shen Rong waved his hand, and the blood pierced the beggar's head.

Another person died, and the people were silent, not daring to do anything out of the ordinary.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Chen didn't say anything, just watched silently.

Whether it is good or bad to be a disciple of the Blood God Sect varies from person to person.

No one knows whether there will be a giant of magic among these people.

If Zhang Chen had to choose between mortals and demons, he would choose demons without hesitation.

In the end, out of tens of thousands of people in Wancheng, only eleven people with spiritual roots emerged.

"Senior Brother Zhang, how about eleven disciples, you five, me and Junior Brother Shen three?" Huang Qi assigned.

"Okay, then I'll take five away." Zhang Chen didn't mind how to divide them up, he just wanted to complete the task and return to the sect as soon as possible.

"Senior Brother Zhang, whatever you want." Huang Qi and the two hoped that Zhang Chen would leave quickly, and then enjoy themselves in the city.

"Five of you follow me." Zhang Chen selected five young ones.

The young man is strong and strong, able to withstand long journeys, and has the ability to take care of himself, so he doesn't need to take care of him on the road.

Although the five people who were selected were reluctant to part with their families, they did not dare to refuse.

A journey of more than a thousand miles is a very long distance for ordinary people, and walking alone must be too slow.

So, Zhang Chen bought a carriage with the only broken silver left on his body.

To be precise, there are only carts and no horses, and he is going to let the horse demon pull the cart.

The owner of the car naturally didn't dare to collect money, but Zhang Chen still left the silver.

Gua, Gua, Gua...

The wheels rolled and made noises. Zhang Chen drove the carriage, left Wancheng, and headed towards the Blood God Sect.

Five ordinary people with spiritual roots were squeezed into the small compartment.

The horse demon pulled the carriage and ran slowly, at a speed similar to that of ordinary horses.

If you let go and run, not to mention whether the carriage will fall apart, the five people inside can't stand the bumps.

Before nightfall, Zhang Chen found a ruined temple and planned to spend the night there.

He can not rest, but five ordinary people need to rest.

"Spend the night here tonight, as long as you don't leave the ruined temple ten feet away." After Zhang Chen finished speaking, he ignored the few people, and closed his eyes and meditated in the temple.

The five looked at each other, and silently tidied up their place in the ruined temple and lay down.

"Cuckoo..."

After a while, the stomachs of several people made the sound of hunger, but out of fear of the immortal, they dared not say it, and they dared not leave the ruined temple to find food.

Zhang Chen has a keen sense of hearing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He naturally heard the voice, and took out the bottle containing Bigu Pill: "It was my negligence, you come here to receive a pill each, and you won't be hungry after eating it."

The five of them hesitated for a moment before walking over slowly.

Looking at the red elixir that smelled like blood in their hands, the five of them looked at me and you, but they didn't dare to take it.

Zhang Chen didn't bother to talk to them. He was so hungry that he would eat naturally.

After a while, one of them gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and swallowed the Bigu Pill in one gulp.

After the elixir entered his stomach and its power dissipated, he immediately stopped feeling hungry, and couldn't help exclaiming: "I'm really not hungry anymore!"

Everyone heard the words and saw that he was fine, so they swallowed Bigu Pill.

Feeling the effect of Bigu Pill, everyone sighed in amazement: "It's amazing, it's just a small elixir, and I feel strong all over my body, and I won't be hungry."

At night, the five of them tossed and turned sleeplessly, thinking about their parents and family, and full of fear for the future.

They wanted to cry, but they didn't dare to disturb Zhang Chen, so they could only cover their mouths and cry silently.

It wasn't until late at night that they fell asleep from exhaustion.

"Huh~" The cold wind entered the ruined temple.

"Father, mother..."

"Xiu'er, wait for me..."

"No, I don't want to, I don't want to be a fairy..."

Zhang Chen opened his eyes, looked at the five people shivering and huddled together in the corner, talking in sleep, then got up and walked out, disappearing into the darkness.

In the silent ruined temple, there were only the whirring of the cold wind and the murmurs of the five people in their dreams.

When Zhang Chen returned to the ruined temple, he had a pile of branches and wood in his hands.

"boom!"

The flames rose and dispelled the darkness, making the ruined temple a little warmer.