My disciples have hidden identities

While crying uncontrollably, the black-robed captain roared angrily, his hair stood on end in anger.

So despicable, who is the devil!

The black-robed captain surged with devilish energy all over his body, and an extremely violent power burst out from his body. The rippling devilish energy instantly covered a radius of [-] meters, melting and devouring all the mist.

"Chase! Chase me! I will tear them into pieces!"

The black-robed captain stared at his blood-red eyes, gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Yes!"

The other demonic monks were also simmering with anger in their hearts, and they didn't say anything, and even let them tease them, so uncomfortable that they were dying.

A dozen demonic monks immediately divided into two teams and chased towards the left and right.

The black-robed captain looked in two directions, but still chased to the right.

You bastard, I want you to eat all the pills!

It seems that in his heart, the hatred between Lu and Jin who threw the medicine is greater.

"Catch up so soon?!"

Ji Pingsheng felt several terrifying auras coming from behind him, and when he turned his head to look, his face paled in shock.

Ten people!

Behind him, ten demonic monks were chasing after him wildly, with ferocious expressions on their faces, as if they were going to swallow him alive.

Moreover, their speed is extremely fast, and the distance between the two sides is constantly shrinking.

This time Ji Pingsheng ran as fast as anyone else.

Is there anyone here to ward off demons and defend the way?

Ji Pingsheng thought to himself.

I don't know if he was lucky or unlucky.

The people who were teleported to the edge of the Little Spirit Realm immediately moved inward, and almost no one stayed in place.

But to say he was lucky was really lucky.

Shang Qingzong was not the only one who was sent to the edge of the Little Spirit World...

"I really want to, give it a try."

Jing Muxi stood on a certain barren hill, looking at the edge of the collapse of the Little Spirit World not far away, showing a look of longing.

The space of Little Spirit World was collapsing into the dark abyss, he wanted to see if he could chop off a piece of space debris.

He really didn't want to miss such a magnificent sword trial goal.

"Want to try?"

Jing Muxi muttered to herself, just when she made up her mind to walk towards the edge of the Little Spirit World, out of the corner of her eye she suddenly caught sight of several figures at the foot of the mountain, and her expression changed drastically.

"metropolitan?"

His figure disappeared in the same place in a flash, and he rushed towards Ji Pingsheng without hesitation.

30 seconds later.

Just when Ji Pingsheng was about to be overtaken, he suddenly saw a figure in front of him who looked like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

The figure stood there quietly holding a wooden sword.

That's... Jing Osmanthus?

Ji Pingsheng was slightly taken aback, the despair on his face instantly turned into ecstasy, and he shouted to the front: "Jing Muxi, help me!"

He suddenly accelerated his feet, and ran towards Jing Muxi as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

But before he ran a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

its not right!

Jing Muxi's strength is not as strong as mine, what's the use of him coming, isn't this equal to giving away the head?

Ji Pingsheng's face panicked, and he immediately changed his tune and shouted: "It's hopeless! It's hopeless! Run!"

Just when his voice just fell.

Suddenly, two dazzling sword lights reflected in his eyes, slashing towards him like a rainbow.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, two sky-reaching sword glows swirled the wind and yellow sand, brushed past the corners of his clothes on both sides with lightning speed, and slashed towards the back.

The sword light came out to the point of shock.

Ji Pingsheng's footsteps stopped suddenly, he lowered his head with a dull expression, and saw two thin and deep sword marks beside his feet.

He turned his head to look along the sword marks that tore the ground, and was instantly stunned.

Behind.

The two thin sword marks on the ground gradually widened as they passed him, cutting hundreds of meters away!

And the ten demon monks who had been chasing him before had all fallen to the ground, reckless.

Ji Pingsheng looked at the messy ground behind him with a dazed expression, and deep doubts arose in his heart.

Jing Muxi, when did he become so strong?

Chapter 80 The Taste of Blood

"Sovereign, what did you say to run away just now?"

Jing Muxi walked up to Ji Pingsheng and said calmly.

"I said... I'm a little hungry after running."

After Ji Pingsheng gave a dry laugh, he couldn't help but look up and down at Jing Muxi with shocked eyes.

The last time in the Zongmen martial arts competition, he saw Jing Muxi cut off the ring with a sword, and he felt something was wrong.

Now it is another sword that has killed ten demon monks, this is no longer a feeling.

Little brother, something is wrong with you!

"When did your sword become so powerful?"

Ji Pingsheng asked curiously.

Jing Muxi replied honestly: "It's from the day the suzerain let me wield the sword."

"Swing a sword?"

Ji Pingsheng was slightly taken aback, and said in surprise, "Willing a sword really make you stronger?"

He just made it up at the time, did Jing Muxi really figure out something?

Jing Muxi nodded: "If you persevere, the power of each sword will be superimposed."

In his cognition, his sword swing behavior is like attacking a certain point with his fist.

The damage caused by each attack will be superimposed, and finally burst out at a certain critical point.

Ji Pingsheng asked: "How many swords have you swung now?"

Jing Muxi thought for a while and said: "280 seven swords."

The sword he is swinging now has reached a critical point.

I wanted to use the space of the Little Spirit World to test the power of the next sword, but was interrupted by Ji Pingsheng.

This made him feel a little sorry.

"Almost 300 million swords?!"

Ji Pingsheng exclaimed in surprise, and gave Jing Muxi a thumbs up with admiration: "It's amazing, you have perseverance."

He thought to himself that since it is so useful, after returning home, I will also try it in the life palace world.

Although you use it well, I can't use it either.

"This time you are useful for saving me. I will recommend you to be an elder at the next high-level meeting of the sect."

Ji Pingsheng patted Jing Muxi on the shoulder and encouraged him verbally.

Jing Muxi looked puzzled: "There are high-level officials in our sect?"

Ji Pingsheng said casually: "Yes, I am the only one, so I have rejected your seat of elders, try harder next time."

Jing Muxi's face suddenly darkened.

Are you kidding me?

After Ji Pingsheng finished speaking, he quickly ran to the demonic monk who fell on the ground, took out his sword and began to make up the knife.

He is well aware of the importance of making up the knife, and he will never overturn in this kind of place.

While making up the knife, he also searched the whole body of these magic monks, and took off all the rings from their hands and put them away.

He will not forget the heroes.

Ji Pingsheng took out two of the ten rings and threw them to Jing Muxi.

"I will invite you to kill monsters, this is your share."

This is really wool from the sheep.

Jing Muxi silently put away the two rings. This is the first time he has received a reward from Ji Pingsheng in the years since he was in Shang Qingzong, so he must cherish it.

Of course, nine swords in a lifetime does not count.

After the loot was divided, Ji Pingsheng glanced to the right with some worry, and muttered to himself, "I don't know if Brother Jin is still alive?"

The black-robed captain went to chase Brother Jin, and it is estimated that he was close to death.

Hey, brother Jin, rest in peace, I will go back to Chunzong to burn incense sticks for you when I have a chance.

Ji Pingsheng mourned silently.

With Jing Muxi as a gold medalist, Ji Pingsheng felt much safer. He glanced at the edge of the Little Spirit World and said, "Get out of here first."

After finishing speaking, he moved towards the inside of the Little Spirit World.

Jing Muxi glanced at the shattered sky with some reluctance, and followed Ji Pingsheng.

In just one hour, Ji Pingsheng's heart went up and down like a roller coaster. Although it was very exciting, he couldn't bear any more stimulation.

The two unlucky bastards who were sent to the Little Spirit World by Shang Qingzong were extremely lucky to meet up.

Besides.

Qi Luo was the only one who had a slight turmoil when the other disciples landed.

When Qi Luo stepped on her high boots and stepped out of the small spirit world passage with lotus steps, she immediately frowned.

Around her was a camp of burning fires.

There are more than 30 monks wearing the same green robes in the camp, resting.

Qi Luo's sudden appearance also frightened these green-robed monks, they all stood up and looked at Qi Luo cautiously.

When they found that there was only a 20-year-old girl, they immediately relaxed, and looked back and forth at Qi Luo with lewd eyes.

"Hehe, it can't be that the young master of the Black God is afraid that we will be bored, so why not send us a toy by air to relieve our boredom."

The captain of the green-robed team stared at Qi Luo with a lewd smile on his face, and laughed loudly.

"This one is not enough! We have 35 men!"

Another man in green robe said with a strange smile.

35 monks in green robes directly surrounded Qi Luo, approaching with lewd smiles on their faces.

"Don't be afraid, little beauty, Dad has a lot of recovery potions, and I guarantee that they will be intact after use!"

When Qi Luo heard these filthy words, his face immediately became ugly. After scanning the circle with indifferent eyes, he said in a cold tone: "It's really in line with the words of the little suzerain. If you don't die, you won't die."

"Well, but if you don't want to die, you are destined to die."

"die?"