The Ultimate Student in the City

They really did not expect that this subordinate of the Black Demon turned out to be a descendant of Nuwa! No wonder, this young man wanted to slaughter those Tianjiao who participated in the hunting battle!

Of course, it's not a big deal for Nuwa's descendants to collude with the demons in the Demon Realm. After all, an enemy's enemy is a friend, and Nuwa's descendants probably want to become friends with the demons.

But what the old man Kongshan and the real Changsheng couldn't accept was that they let the descendants of Nuwa mix into this hunting battle, and what made them even more unbearable was that they hadn't been able to feel his special blood before! Not even a full ten strong men who had cultivated the spirit fairy mirror, none of them felt the special blood aura.

What's more, for the sake of their so-called face, they were afraid of the power behind him, so they just let him leave.

Old Man Kongshan and Master Changsheng had hot old faces, as if they had been slapped several times by an invisible big hand.

His identity was "debunked", and Li Zedao's face became even colder, and he clenched the soul sword in his hand tightly.

Li Zedao once again praised his acting skills, admiring himself so much, he said that he was so fucking awesome.

"Descendant of Nuwa, destroy the soul!" Li Zedao took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

There was still a tinge of hatred in the neither humble nor overbearing voice, his eyes became scarlet and terrifying, and he looked like a warrior who looked down on death, ready to face death.

In a certain corner, there was a tinge of weirdness in the stare blank eyes of the Wuming Sect Master.

"This young man's acting skills are truly terrifying." The Wuming Sect Master secretly admired.

"You, you can die!" The old man Kongshan said solemnly.

Originally, I wanted to give this young man a chance to reform himself, but now there is no need for that.

Before the old man Kongshan finished speaking, Li Zedao felt an irresistible aura that was crushing towards him crazily.

This aura is like that monstrous tsunami, and it is also like a meat grinder that is spinning rapidly. Once it is involved, it will be smashed into pieces in an instant.

It's also like that prehistoric giant shark, opening its blood-type mouth wide, biting madly.

Knowing that he was unable to match, Li Zedao still made a move.

Not only is he struggling to death, but he also wants to see the real difference between himself and the opponent without using other small means, such as the devil's eye, such as the big fool, or the golden shield. , how big is it?

In an instant, a sword net shining with blood-red light appeared, like a fishing net, trying to catch the "shark" that was rushing towards him.

It's just that the impact force of the "shark" was too terrifying, and this red fishing net was obviously not that strong.

"Boom!" The sword net was torn into pieces.

Immediately, the "shark" that broke through the sword net slammed into Li Zedao's body fiercely. In an instant, Li Zedao really thought he was flying, like a kite with a broken string, he didn't know where he was going.

He flew higher and higher, higher and higher, spraying blood as he flew.

Li Zedao didn't feel any frustration, but rather satisfied. Because, the gap between him and this terrifying strong man is much smaller than he imagined.

At the moment when the sword net shattered, the old man Kongshan paused, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His mind roared extremely violently, and his eyes were even more rounded, revealing an extremely strong disbelief.

He couldn't even imagine that the sword stabbed by a person with a top-rank peak cultivation in the spiritual realm actually possessed such terrifying power,

It's even close to the level of the low-grade Lingxian mirror!

As a result, he was caught off guard, his throat, which was already sweet, became sweet again, and his chest was extremely dull.

This young man is indeed unusual! He must die, otherwise God's Domain will have an extremely terrifying enemy!

Because of that agreement, the old man Kongshan is not worried about the attack of the descendants of Nuwa whose cultivation base is above the Zhunling Fairy Mirror.

But this young man is a monster. He is obviously not at the peak of the top-rank spiritual realm, but he is enough to kill everyone below the Lingxian mirror. To die at his hands.

This is undoubtedly quite scary!

Master Changsheng took a look at the old man Kongshan, and there was a trace of emotion on his face that had always been calm in the ancient well, and then his eyes turned cold.

Originally, he had no intention of making a move, but was paying attention to the movement around him to avoid that terrible black demon suddenly coming out.

But now, he had to make a move.

Then, his figure disappeared in place.

Li Zedao began to fall while spraying blood.

During the fall, Li Zedao vaguely saw the extremely thin figure of Immortal Changsheng appearing above him, and then, he even saw a fist!

An extremely huge fist that still shone with blue light. The fist slammed down from top to bottom!

Li Zedao didn't dodge. It's not that he didn't want to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all, and he wasn't stabbing a sword. He had completely lost the ability to resist.

Unless, he showed the golden cover.

But in this case, he is undoubtedly not suitable for showing the golden cover.

Of course, there is no need to show the golden week, Li Zedao is sure that the master of Wuming sect will make a move.

Therefore, Li Zedao quietly watched the huge fist getting closer and closer to him, and it was about to hit his disfigured face fiercely.

Li Zedao simply closed his eyes, looking as if he was ready to face death.

Such a calm expression fell into the eyes of Daoist Changsheng, which made his heart flutter violently, and he even felt a little cold on his back.

At this moment, a red figure suddenly appeared in the pupils of Daoist Changsheng. He appeared so abruptly, without making a move, but used his body to help Li Zedao block the blue fist.

Li Zedao didn't open his eyes, but he felt the unusual breath, and the corners of his mouth, which was bleeding continuously, turned slightly inexplicably.

He knew that the master of Wuming Sect was hanging around, and he would not let himself be beaten to death by two strong men who had cultivated the spirit fairy mirror.

Master Changsheng's pupils shrank violently, and his heart was still occupied by strong fear.

"Boom!" The giant blue fist slammed fiercely on the red shadow, but there was a tragic moan.

In between breaths, the fist turned into pieces, just like Li Zedao's sword net turned into pieces before.

The red shadow didn't move at all, and the blue fist didn't make him move at all.

After a few breaths, Li Zedao's body fell heavily on the ground, his whole body was still like a ball, he bounced twice, and then lay there in a rather indecent posture, with one mouth, and another mouthful of blood.

The Wuming Daoist who appeared in time floated down and stood in front of Li Zedao.

Li Zedao was vomiting blood and wanted to continue vomiting blood while being depressed. You can obviously catch me, so why did you let me fall to hell?

While secretly scolding the Wuming Sect Master for his wickedness, Li Zedao struggled to stand up, and continued to stare at the Immortal Changsheng and Old Man Kongshan standing there with hatred.

Daoist Changsheng has already retreated to the old man Kongshan, his originally dark face has turned pale, and his eyes are full of horror.

His hands were shaking, silently shaking.

The Wuming Sect Master didn't do anything, he just used his body to block the unreserved punch of Daoist Changsheng at will, and he didn't intend to do anything afterwards.

But even so, Daoist Changsheng was still scared. That kind of fear came out of the deepest part of my heart without warning but of course, and I couldn't suppress it no matter how I suppressed it.

Old Man Kongshan's breathing also stagnated, and he clearly felt oppression, terrible oppression. The terrible oppression that can only be produced when facing the gods of the God Realm.

In addition, this person is wearing a red robe, so his identity is ready to be revealed.

In the past, one of the eight ambassadors under Nuwa's throne, the builder of Sumeru Domain, and the Ninth Grade Soul Craftsman Wuming!

The Master of Wuming Sect didn't even look at Old Man Kongshan and Daoist Changsheng, but waved his hands casually, as if he was trying to drive away two unsightly flies.

The agreement was there, he couldn't make a move, otherwise there would have been two dead bodies of the Spirit Fairy Mirror experts on the ground.

Old Man Kongshan and Master Changsheng didn't have the courage to speak a single word, let alone make any eye contact, but they turned around at almost the same time, turned into an afterimage, and disappeared in a moment.

Li Zedao's face was still indifferent, but his heartbeat accelerated a bit, and his eyes became even hotter, as if he was about to melt everything around him.

That is a desire for true strength.

The quasi-spiritual realm can make a person who is as strong as a long-lived real person not dare to fart one more. If it is a real strong man in the spiritual realm, wouldn't the master of the Wuming sect be suppressed to the point of stagnation?

"Thank you, Sect Master." Li Zedao curbed the burning desire in his heart a little, and bowed.

His chest surged again, and another mouthful of blood was congested.

The master of Wuming Sect turned around, looked at Li Zedao with approving eyes, then took out a pill and threw it over: "Eat it."

Li Zedao was flattered, and quickly reached out to take it, bowing respectfully: "Thank you, sect master."

Then he stuffed the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

The healing elixir refined by the Ninth Grade Soul Craftsman is of great importance. As soon as the spicy elixir entered his stomach, Li Zedao felt his unusually hot chest gradually turn cold.

"Your strength is much stronger than I thought, but with the top-level cultivation of the Spiritual God Realm, you can barely block the blow of the ants at the top-level cultivation of the Spirit Mountain, not bad." Wuming Sect Master said.

"Ants? He said that the old man Kongshan with a top-level cultivation in the Lingxian Mirror is an ant?" Li Zedao couldn't help cursing his mother in his heart, and he was really powerless to complain.

The old man Kongshan is an ant, so what is he? That trace of invisible dust on the ants' feet?

Of course, he also knew that the master of the Wuming sect was indeed qualified to regard the other party as an ant, just as he was qualified to treat the birdmen in the medicinal material storehouse as an ant.

"It seems that although your cultivation has not broken through, you have improved a lot."

The Gujing Wubo's heart twitched slightly for the master of the Wuming Sect, and he had to admit that this young man was a bit scary. You must know that the ant has a high-level cultivation of the Immortal Mirror, and the gap between the two is really too big too big.