I'm a demon cultivator

Generally speaking, those who dare to shout like this, or who can use their power to pressure others in this way, are either fools or have great backgrounds, so that they can regard such unreasonable things as the truth of heaven and earth.

And Ling Shuangtian, who shouted, is the latter.

For a top immortal sect like Tujian Mountain, even if it does not do it itself, each generation of young disciples will be given titles such as "Top Ten Young Sword Immortals" and "Five Heroes of Tujian West Peak" by some flatterers.

Not to mention that Tujian Mountain can do it itself.

This title is called Shaoying Xiushi, which lists outstanding disciples of this generation in twenty years. Disciples who can obtain this title can not only directly spread their names throughout the world, but also obtain higher-level cultivation resources.

Chu Jianxiu, who had to change his name to Shi Changkong because of committing crimes, was once a member of the Shaoying Xiushi of the previous generation of Tujian Mountain.

And this Ling Shuangtian is the Shaoying Xiushi of this generation of Tujian Mountain!

In addition to Ling Shuangtian, there are four others, namely Li Shuanghe, Ao Shuangyi, Li Yingren, and Xu Yingcheng. Because the names of these five people are similar, some people with good intentions call them - Three Shuangs and Two Yings.

Therefore, Ling Shuangtian's words that he can make decisions on behalf of the master are really true.

In the past, people who were released by Ling Shuangtian because of this would not be long before they died in a fight with others or were killed by their enemies.

Not long after the loud shout, two rapid sword lights flew over and landed not far away.

The sword light dispersed slightly, revealing two figures.

One is a young man with red lips and white teeth, a slightly round face, and looks a bit rich. The other is a young girl with excellent appearance. Although she is slightly inferior to the young master of Luojia Mountain, she is also a stunning beauty among the younger generation.

This young man was Ling Shuangtian. He looked proud and quickly focused his eyes on Tan Shuchang after looking around.

He had actually seen the Nine-aperture Martial Demon Right Arm in Tan Shuchang's hand. He glanced around just to make sure if there were any annoying Tianjian Mansion disciples nearby.

Because there was a grandson named Master Jian who was particularly nosy.

He was obviously a cultivator of the middle age, but he still cared about a young man like him. If he cared, it would be fine, but every time Master Jian appeared, he would become wrong after doing something he had done right!

This made him look like a villain!

At this moment, after confirming that Master Jian was not here, Ling Shuangtian immediately raised his chin slightly towards Tan Shuchang: "Hand it over, I can forgive all your sins and save you from physical pain!"

When Ling Shuangtian said this, the faces of the surrounding cultivators, especially Jin Cheng, changed drastically.

If you want to die, don't take me with you!

You are going down the mountain with your noses facing the sky, right?

Immediately, Jin Cheng said without hesitation: "Fellow Daoist Tan, I remember that my wife asked me to go back early to take a concubine. If you have time, you can come to my Jianxia Sect."

After saying this, Jin Cheng did not hesitate, and immediately attracted a cloud of smoke, mixed in with his figure, and then floated away.

Although this method of traveling by smoke is relatively inferior, it is still one level higher than arresting evil spirits, so there are many cultivators who travel by this method.

After all, those who can travel by this method can be regarded as doing well among casual cultivators.

It is equivalent to a commoner with no background who has become a county clerk.

However, Jin Cheng did not leave successfully.

Because someone blocked his way. It was a middle-aged man in his early thirties. He had a wine gourd hanging beside him, so he was full of alcohol. He was also a little unkempt and looked like a bohemian.

"Jin Cheng, right? Why did you leave suddenly? You didn't offend my junior brother." The man squinted his eyes, as if he was drunk, but also said contemptuously.

As he spoke, a wisp of sword energy directly chopped Jin Cheng out of the smoke.

"Flying Jade Sword Mo Junhao?" Jin Cheng's face turned pale. After all, he was almost hit by a sword. He looked at the man and recognized who he was.

The Shaoying cultivator of the previous generation of Tujian Mountain was originally a man of the hour, but after his close friend Chu Jianxiu was "killed" by his master Zhao Huaiji, he was devastated.

Logically speaking, with the resources of the Shaoying cultivator of the first generation of Tujian Mountain, his current cultivation skills should be at least sixty years.

After all, to become a Shaoying cultivator, one must have been immersed in the realm of swordsmanship where the sword and the person are one for a long time. There is no limitation on oneself. As long as there are sufficient cultivation resources, it can be said that it is the simplest thing to improve the cultivation skills.

But now, looking at the sword energy that he cut out of Jin Cheng, the cultivation skills he possesses are only about forty years.

"I didn't expect that someone still remembers my name, but this is also the name I least want to mention, because it reminds me of a close friend who has passed away for many years, so you cut off one arm, and I won't bother with you." Mo Junhao said lightly, his expression was indifferent and his eyes were cold.

When Jin Cheng heard this, his face changed several times. He had heard about the tyranny of Tujian Mountain, but today, he found that the degree of tyranny of these Tujian Mountain disciples has reached a point that he could not imagine.

But Jin Cheng knew that he was just a son-in-law of the Jianxia Sect, and the Jianxia Sect would not stand up for a son-in-law like him. After all, his wife was just an ordinary disciple in the Jianxia Sect.

So, he sighed and had no choice but to cut off his arm.

As his arm was broken, Jin Cheng's face instantly turned extremely pale.

However, after seeing Jin Chengzhen break off his own arm, Mo Junhao showed a shocked expression and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Oh my god, why did you really break off your own arm? Am I kidding you? I, Tu Jianshan, am a well-known and upright person. What you are doing is simply ruining my reputation!”

When Jin Cheng heard this, his face suddenly turned blue and white, but he was extremely angry.

However, he didn't dare to get angry yet.

"What? You are silent, are you mute, or are you planning to use this to smear the name of Tu Jianshan?" Mo Junhao's expression turned cold again as he spoke, and he looked at Jin Cheng , there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

What he likes most is watching these ants struggling in vain.

"Senior Brother Laomo, please keep an eye on this person first. I think he is familiar with this person. He may be a member of the devil's path!" Ling Shuangtian said at this time, his expression was a little unkind.

After all, he came out to ask for the right arm of the Nine Aperture Martial Demon. What does it mean for this person to leave like this?

But after hearing Ling Shuangtian's high-sounding words, Jin Cheng couldn't help laughing because he thought it was particularly ironic. Being a member of the devil's path is simply a one-size-fits-all crime.

Involuntarily, Jin Cheng remembered something that happened to happen to him.

When a big family named Tan in the Zixuan Dynasty was destroyed, he could kill them all by saying "I suspect you are colluding with the Tan family", and the court would not pursue the matter further.

This world is indeed not black and white.

Jin Cheng was filled with emotion, and then he discovered that he had a bloody sword energy in his hand.

This bloody sword energy was attached to the arm that he had cut off.

At this time, power suddenly emerged from the bloody sword energy, lifting his arm, and then slashed towards Mo Junhao with his sword.

Stab!

As if cutting tofu, this disciple of Jianshan, who frightened Jin Cheng and did not dare to resist at all, was cut into two pieces without even a scream.

However, this is because this bloody sword energy is too fast.

Mo Junhao reacted quickly, because the severe pain made his soul seem to be torn apart.

"ah--"

A shrill howl sounded just then, but because the throat had been stretched vertically and separated, the scream stopped abruptly after his cultivation skills dissipated.

Two pieces of Mo Junhao fell down, along with a bunch of things that he had hidden in his sleeves.

The bloody sword energy left Jin Cheng at this time, and then after shaking twice, came behind Tan Shuchang.

"How dare you kill Senior Brother Mo!"

Seeing this scene, Ling Shuangtian suddenly became anxious and angry. His eyes were red and he roared: "You must die! No one can save you! I must cut you into pieces!"

But Mo Junhao has been protecting him since he came down from the mountain. Several times the sword master wanted to hit him, but his senior brother Mo Junhao blocked it for him.

"Don't be impatient. Do you want to become two pieces like your senior brother Mo? Or do you want to be with a senior of yours from Tujian Mountain? Oh, yes, Qian Zhenzi. At that time, I called this old man Senior, I'm divided into eight pieces, what do you think?" Tan Shuchang was not angry, but asked in a calm tone.

And as if he was afraid that Ling Shuangtian would not make a choice, he deliberately described it very clearly.

Ling Shuangtian's angry roar suddenly stopped.

He stared, looking at Tan Shuchang with some surprise and uncertainty.

At this time, the girl who had never spoken but had the same proud face finally spoke: "Are you Tan Shuchang?"

But this pride was just now.

Because after saying this, the girl had a look of horror, and then asked the same question as Qiu Junlin: "Why are you still here in Qitian Pavilion?"

The girl felt like she had seen a ghost.

Shouldn't this guy be hiding after killing several elders from her sect? Why did he come to Qitian Pavilion so arrogantly? Do you really think Zixuanchao can protect him?

To put it bluntly, the great pavilion master of Zixuan Dynasty was just a dog raised by the Immortal Sect.

As soon as the girl finished speaking, Ling Shuangtian began to show a look of fear. Before he went down the mountain, he heard that several elders in the sect had been beheaded by a demon. In the end, he could only risk his life to send back the useless Son of Destiny.

But he never expected that when he got off the mountain, he would bump into this demon!

Fortunately, at this moment, a figure appeared, protecting Ling Shuangtian and the girl behind him. This was an old man wearing a gray robe. His beard and hair were all white, but his skin was like that of a baby.

This is a century-old cultivator.

"I, Kumu, have not been able to go down Tujian Mountain for half a century. I never thought that today when I went down the mountain on a whim, I would meet such a peerless genius like my little brother! If it hadn't been for the founder to speak up, otherwise, as I see it, little brother, you are the one That son of destiny! Even though he is a weakling, he has already conquered the world with his magic power!"

The old man in gray robe said, and with this opening of his mouth, Tan Shuchang's details were revealed.

In the world of immortality, a sentence that conquers heaven and earth can be a compliment, but it can also be a standard description of a person's strength.

However, Tan Shuchang didn't have any expression of surprise on his face. He just waved his hands when he heard this, and then said: "Old senior, what you said is a bit redundant. I have killed many of your nephews. If you are not strong enough, what can you do? Not enough!”

"Yes, yes, look at my memory, I am old and confused. But, little brother, among those few, three are actually my disciples, not my nephews..."

When the gray-robed old man said this, the world suddenly became cold.

An unimaginable chill instantly eroded the bodies of the cultivators present, and on the ground, the chill condensed into frost, falling in a large area.

"Little brother, do you understand the pain of the old man sending the young? Even their bodies, I, an old man, can't take them back..." The gray-robed old man continued, and the chill between the world was even colder than before.

Although there were no snowflakes falling, the chill at this time and place was unbearable even for those who had practiced for half a century.

This is the realm of the sword master of the world!

"Old senior, you are wrong, you are sending the old man..." But at this time, a voice sounded faintly. With the appearance of this voice, the chill that swept the world disappeared instantly.

Only the water stains all over the ground and the water drops on the bodies of many cultivators can prove that there is indeed a terrifying but controlled chill that is spreading.

"Little brother is powerful." The gray-robed old man Ku Mu said slowly after a silence.

"The old senior's sword master is indeed terrible. If you can plant the sword seal, you may be able to prove it." Tan Shuchang also said slowly, and he said this casually.

Whether it is true or not, who cares so much at this time?

When you go out, not only your identity is given by yourself, but also the identity of others can be given by yourself.

For example, he said that this old senior Ku Mu is about to prove it. Can't he say that?

After Tan Shuchang said this, the gray-robed old man was stunned, and even looked at Tan Shuchang with some doubts for a while.

Proof?

So as long as he can plant the sword seal, he can go one step further and step into the realm of the ancestors?

Is this the way forward for him?

In an instant, Ku Mu seemed to see the way forward.

Therefore, Ku Mu's heart, which had been calm for a long time, was now in turmoil, and the death of his three disciples began to become unimportant.

After all, if the disciple died, he would die. At most, he would wait until he achieved immortality and then take him back.

So, the gray-robed old man Ku Mu's will to die disappeared, and the killing intent that had reached its peak also retreated.

Originally, he wanted to die with Tan Shuchang.

"Little brother, I want to take these two useless disciples away. I owe you a favor." Ku Mu said. Since he didn't want to die, he was ready to rescue these two younger generations so that he would not have no excuse to return to the mountain.

"Respecting the old and loving the young is the virtue of our generation. Please do as you please, senior."

Ku Mu nodded, then raised his hand and threw something out.

It was a black stone flake, half the size of a baby's palm. Judging from its shape, this thing looks like a part of a head.

And it is indeed so. The dead tree stroked his long white beard and said in a deep voice: "This is a part of the head of the Nine-orifice Martial Demon. It is my repayment of this favor to you."