Disciple's rebellion

Xie Zhi was stunned in place, his body was stiff and cold.

Even though the white curtain had cut off the man's tongue and arm, there was still someone driven by the ambition in his heart, desperate to rush up with red eyes, raising his knife and wanting to chop at Ning Jie.

Fame and fame are just around the corner!

Ning Jie naturally saw someone rushing up from the side.

Before he could move, he saw that the paper tie that had been looking down at the rotten spots on his arm suddenly moved, and he rushed forward with the red sword in hand.

Ning Jie thought that he was being attacked on both sides, and it was too late to fight together, so he had to hold the Cangbi and confront General Zhiza.

But what was surprising was that the person General Zhizha wanted to kill was not Ning Jie, he rushed from Ning Jie's side, and chopped off the head of the person who came without hesitation.

Whoa!

Blood splattered all over the jade face of General Zhizha, and also stained the altar under his feet.

At this moment, Ning Jie seemed to be insignificant, and he was not afraid that Ning Jie would stab him from behind with the Cang Bi, this time it was entirely his instinct - to slay demons!

Seeing this scene, some people's eagerness to move completely disappeared.

They kept backing away in fear, wanting to stay away from this altar and this terrifying killing |human|machine!

Ah!

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Fu Song's mouth.

Seeing this, the lame boy took a few steps forward.

Although his steps were staggering, he showed an awe-inspiring aura of righteousness.

He turned his back to Ning Jie, pointed his sword at the people behind, and said: "Today, if anyone wants to rush to this altar, they can step on me!"

The boy with the broken arm was stunned for a moment, and then learned to walk forward like him, took out the sword with his good hand, and pointed at the crowd: "If you want to attack Ning Jun again today, you can step over my body, Bian Qi. !"

The rest of the young people also reacted and pointed their swords at their own people.

Bai Wei's face was extremely ugly.

He has always known that many people are ambitious, but he always thought that these people would put the overall situation first, but he did not expect that they would still be greedy for profit in the end.

Bai Wei looked up at the vortex in the sky, and closed his eyes unbearably.

The realm of self-cultivation... really sucks.

They have long forgotten why they chose the road of cultivating immortals in the first place. Now they only have their own interests in their eyes, and no one cares about the safety of the world.

Bai Wei opened his eyes, and something became more determined.

After General Zhizha killed the man, he also slowly eased the pain of the corroded muscles and bones, and raised his sword again to point at Ning Jie.

No matter how unbelievable it is, his task now is to get rid of Ning Jie.

Ning Jie raised his hand, cut his finger, and rushed up.

After Wang Yi knew that Ning Jie wanted to impale the general with blood-corroded paper again, his originally tense nerves relaxed slightly.

He turned to look at Fu Song, but saw Fu Song's face was pale.

Wang Yi's heart tightened again, and he lowered his voice and said, "A Song, what's wrong with you?"

Sweat was already dripping from Fu Song's forehead, which wet the blue hair on her forehead, and her eyes were a little bit broken.

When she heard Wang Yi's question, she pulled herself together and replied, "No problem."

From the corner of the eye, the white curtain turned slightly to Fu Song.

Just now he noticed that the spiritual power on Fu Song's body was a little weak, faintly bursting and collapsing.

But she has never fought fiercely with the demons, why is the spiritual power in her body so disordered?

Wang Yi didn't know what came to his mind, and quickly asked, "But did you suffer from leg disease due to standing for a long time?"

Fu Song gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, I can cast a spell to press it."

After finishing speaking, Fu Song closed his eyes and raised his hands to contemplate the formula, and circulated the spiritual power of his whole body to mediate.

Bai Wei withdrew his peripheral vision, and once again concentrated on observing the battle situation above.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Ning Jie finally found the opportunity to slash General Zhizha with his blood-stained Cangbi.

General Zhizha stopped again to ease the pain of corrosion.

Ning Jie was exhausted, so he inserted the biscuit on the altar, half-kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath, and the altar under him was soaked in sweat instantly.

It's not an option to go on like this.

Ning Jie eased the dizziness caused by the lack of spiritual power, and looked up at General Zhizha who was healing.

He thought to himself: You have to think of a strategy to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

Thinking like this, Ning Jie slowly stood up from the ground.

Enduring the convulsions of his arms and legs, he brought Cang Bi up again.

Ning Jie cut his hand again to guard against General Zhiza's attack.

How to do?

What should he do?

Just as Ning Jie's eyes were wandering around the altar absently, he suddenly found the rose flower that had fallen among the broken walls.

Thinking that when a certain mountain in Liangling was moving this way, when it passed by the Blue Mountain, the rose flower was forced to roll on its body and was brought here by it.

Thinking of this, Ning Jie suddenly thought of the roses he planted on the Blue Mountain.

He knew that when Jiang Lou visited his master when he went to Liangling, he would also help take care of the flowers and bushes he planted.

He still remembered that Jianglou didn't know how to take care of the roses, and every time he pruned and repaired them, he would always get his hands hurt by the thorns on the roses.

Xie Song couldn't bear that Jianglou was always hurt by the rose thorns, and knew that Jianglou used the roses he planted to remember himself, so he would secretly come to the master's ice room in advance to get rid of those roses that needed to be repaired and those beside them. The thorn on the...

The thorns of the rose...

rose... thorn...

and many more!

Ning Jie quickly grasped a thread of thoughts drifting past the Lingtai, and instantly understood how to deal with General Zhiza.

When Ning Jie suddenly realized, General Zhizha also recovered from the pain of corrosion.

The red sword attacked Ning Jie again.

Ning Jie dodged it with a rollover, and immediately held the Cang Bi to fight, while looking for a place where he could cast spells.

After being hit by General Zhiza's sword on the cheek, Ning Jie used his close body to smear the blood on General Zhiza's neck, and while he was sluggish again, he rolled over to an open space.

Ning Jie breathed a sigh of relief, suspended the Cang Bi in the air, raised one hand high to absorb the spiritual power of Cang Bi, and pressed the other hand into the ground, continuously condensing formulas in his mouth.

Everyone was in a fog, not knowing what Ning Jie was doing.They watched as a huge flower like an enchantment floated up from the ground and slowly engulfed Ning Jie.

They didn't know what it was, but Bai Wei did.

He clenched his finger bones and frowned tightly.

That is--

With a bang, the flower buds that were about to form on Ning Jie's body exploded, and the spiritual power scattered into the ground, before disappearing without a trace.

Ning Jie spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

At this time, General Zhizha seemed to be awakened by the sound of Lingsan. He slowly shook his neck, which was smeared with blood by Ning Jie's hands, and took the red sword, and slashed at Ning Jie without any discouragement.

There was really no power left in Ning Jie's body. Before the red sword could reach Ning Jie, he was rushed to the sacrificial pillar by the powerful spiritual power of the red sword.

He fell down, and the corners of his mouth and chin were covered with blood again.

At this time, Fu Song's spiritual power seemed to be at its peak.

"what!"

She opened her arms, and huge spiritual power was released from her body.

Everyone's attention was on Ning Jie and Zhi Zha, the appearance of Fu Song shocked everyone back a few steps.

Before everyone could react to what happened just now, Fu Song quickly took out something from the spirit bag.

Fu Song injected spiritual power and immediately threw it to Ning Jie.

She said loudly: "Ning Jie, this is the tooth of the Demon Lord!"

When Bai Wei first heard the old man's name, he still couldn't believe it, but when he saw Ning Jie crushing the magic tooth, and the powerful chaos force surrounded him in an instant, he knew that he had heard correctly.

Bai Wei's calm expression finally changed, and he looked at Fu Song in astonishment.

Fu Song didn't care about the way Bai Wei looked at her. After she threw it out, her legs became weak, and she couldn't help but keep backing back.

Wang Yi hugged Fu Song's waist, supported her with one hand, and sent spiritual power into Fu Song's body with the other.

As expected of Chu Ji's magic tooth, the moment it was crushed, Ning Jie felt a huge force surrounding him, and the burning sensation in his body due to the collapse of the two forces was instantly healed.

After the black mist dissipated, everyone noticed that Ning Jie's face had black lines that were full of chaos.

The lines that kept spreading on his face soon appeared a character "Shen" written in seal script.

At the same time, thick|big spirit vines were pulled out from the ground, and they tightly bound paper bundles, suspending him in the air.

Ning Jie opened his eyes suddenly, and immediately a huge rose bloomed behind Ning Jie.

Only then did everyone know what the flower that Ning Jie had condensed before was.

Before everyone could think about what Ning Jie was going to do with this flower, the petals of this rose fell off quickly.

Whoosh!

A petal stabbed Ning Jie's flesh and blood, and stabbed Zhizha with the blood.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

More rose petals fell off, and they all cut Ning Jie and took his blood thorns towards the paper.

Soon, great corrosion appeared on Zhizha's body.

Everyone was surprised to find that the vortex in the sky would shrink continuously as more and more places corroded on General Zhizha's body.

Just when everyone thought that General Zhizha's chest would also be corroded, the rose petals could no longer hurt, and the vortex of the world maintained a small hole that would never disappear.

They couldn't help asking anxiously: "The sky vortex is no longer shrinking, what should I do?"

Ning Jie raised his eyes to the sky vortex, and this small but devouring vortex was reflected in his purple vertical pupils.

He withdrew his gaze, and looked again at the paper-stitched chest that rose thorns could not touch.

Ning Jie took a deep breath, and soon everyone found that Ning Jie broke his left arm with Cang Bi.

When Ning Jiexiang cut off his own flesh with Cang Bi's blade, the trembling Cang Bi froze in the air, no matter how hard Ren Ning Jie tried, he couldn't move it half a step.

Tears glistened in Ning Jie's eyes. He gently stroked Cang Bi's sword with his barely intact hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know, I know you love me. If you don't want to, you can return to my spine." In the bone."

Actually, I feel sorry for Cang Bi.

Ning Jie looked at the trembling Cang Bi and thought.

Cang Bi was slightly trembling from the moment he was injured.But it is a sword, if it trembles, it will make him even less determined to win, so Cang Bi forced himself not to pay attention to his injuries, but to concentrate on fighting.

However, when the rose thorns opened, Cang Bi couldn't bear it anymore.

It knew that it would suffer multiple injuries - its owner had.

How cruel it is to have it watch it again!

Thinking of this, Ning Jie felt even more distressed towards Cang Bi, and raised his hand to recall Cang Bi.

Cang Bi's owner is not Ning Jie after all, Ning Jie wants to recall it, but Cang Bi is unwilling, and has been trembling with grief.

Ning Jie had no choice but to recall Fu Shuo.

He turned around and wanted to use Fu Shuo to cut off the flesh on his elbow, but Cang Bi stopped Fu Shuo and refused to let Fu Shuo do it.

Everyone was startled when they saw this scene.

They never dreamed that the two swords were at a stalemate.

Ning Jie found out that Cang Bi's sword really follows the master, so stubborn!Even though he said all the soft words, his attitude was only one: no!

Ning Jie couldn't help but looked up at Bai Wei.

Bai Wei's eyes reflected Ning Jie's face.

The totem on his face became thicker and thicker, which further accentuated how pale his face was.

The two looked at each other, Ning Jie slightly nodded to Bai Liang.

With just such a movement, Bai Wei understood what Ning Jie meant.

He quickly urged Can Kan, took advantage of Fu Shuo to restrain Cang Bi, and cut open the flesh on Ning Jie's elbow with lightning speed, exposing the white bones.

Ning Jie frowned, and immediately urged the spirit vines to wrap around his arms and dive down.

As soon as the vines on Ning Jie's arm touched the white jade, they entangled it, and the white bones slowly pierced into the remaining chest.

Taking advantage of the bone inserted into the chest, Ning Jie urged the spirit vines on his body to pour all the power of chaos into Bai Yu's chest through the bone.

boom!

Following the explosion of five pieces of jade from Bai Yu's chest, the vortex hanging in the sky was completely closed.

Ning Jie couldn't take it anymore and fell from the sky.

A figure jumped from under the altar with a little inspiration, and one hugged Ning Jie who was like a withered butterfly.