"Hahaha, what Guardian disciple, the original strength is so weak!"


    Ling Jifeng didn''t expect that he beat Luo Zheng with one move. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.


    Although he defeated only the weakest Guardian disciple in the history of cangsheng sect, even so, Luo Zheng is still a sure Guardian disciple, which is absolutely beyond doubt.


    In this way, Ling Xifeng becomes one of the few disciples of the internal cult, and the person who defeats the guardian disciple must be very popular next.


    Even, the name of lingxifeng may spread all over the demon clan.


    After all, cangsheng religion is one of the strongest three religions among the ten religions of the demon family. Such a rare event in millions of years will inevitably attract the attention of the whole demon family.


    Among all the demons watching the war, a group of guardian disciples looked the most ugly. As soon as most of the guardian disciples saw that Luo Zheng was cut into meat and mud, they immediately turned and left, leaving only a few people.


    "Elder martial brother Gong, we haven''t left yet. This time we protect the faces of our disciples, but we have been lost. Can''t we stay here and wait for others to laugh at us?"


    A purple face guard disciple looked at his companion and said with a disdain on his face.


    "Wait a minute, I don''t think the blood is dead!"


    The guardian disciple, who was called senior brother Gong, shook his head. "The blood demon family has a strong life, and blood chongtian can become one of our guardian disciples. It can''t be a long time. Do you think it''s possible that he was killed by one move?"


    "I know that xuechongtian does have some strength, but the cultivation gap is too big after all. Moreover, the black storm Qigong cultivated by Ling Xifeng is terrible, and its real strength is not weaker than the last few of our nursing disciples!"


    Said the purple face guard disciple.


    This demon clan not only has purple face, but also has purple skin all over his body, and there is a huge vertical eye on his forehead. Obviously, it is not an ordinary demon clan.


    However, the number of guardian disciples of cangsheng sect is a constant of 499, which will be supplemented only when there is a vacancy. Every demon family that can become a guardian disciple is of extraordinary strength and origin.


    Therefore, not to mention the purple faced disciple, even with three heads and six arms is not too surprising.


    "Look!"


    Elder martial brother Gong''s face is calm and profound.


    At this time, there were only five Guardian disciples left. In addition to elder martial brother Gong and the purple faced demon family, there were also Guardian disciples sent by Duhan and two other demon families.


    Obviously, in addition to the first three, the other two disciples who stayed behind also saw that Luo Zheng was not so easy to be killed.


    After all, cangsheng sect is a great demon sect. Anyone who can become a guardian sect disciple must be superior.


    "Senior deacon, I won this one. It should be over!"


    At this time, Ling Jifeng looked at the Deacon who presided over the battlefield of life and death and said.


    "Won? I''m afraid not yet?"


    The Deacon standing on the edge of the battlefield of life and death shook his head.


    "No? What do you mean?"


    Hearing the speech, Ling Jifeng couldn''t help but show his doubts and asked the Deacon disciple again: "elder martial brother, don''t I win if I killed blood chongtian?"


    This time, the Deacon disciple did not answer, but his face was cold and showed a trace of impatience.


    "Hum, this damn Guardian disciple treated me like this. If I hadn''t been lucky enough to get the number of guardian disciples by this blood heavy day, I am also a guardian disciple now. Would you dare to be so rude to me?"


    When I was ignored, Ling Jifeng became angry. "However, I killed Xue chongtian this time. Although I can''t win the number of his guardian disciples, the guardian disciples lack a seat. The preaching hall will be assessed again soon. This time, I can win the number. I want to see when anyone dares to ignore me!"


    "Well, what''s going on!"


    "Impossible!"


    "The blood is heavy, the sky is not dead!"


    Ling Jifeng was immersed in his fantasy and the scenery after he was promoted to a nurse disciple. Suddenly, he heard surprised voices around him.


    He hurriedly looked back, and his face was shocked.


    Ling Xifeng saw that Luo Zheng, who had been cut into meat and mud by him, not only didn''t die, but stood in place intact.


    "You''re not dead!"


    Ling Jifeng looked at Luo Zheng in disbelief.


    "Do you look like you''re busy now?"


    Luo Zheng smiled faintly, looked at Ling Jifeng coldly and asked, "you don''t really think you can hurt me with your little skills?"


    "No way! My black wind storm gas condenses into knife gas, which can break any law of the road. Even if you are the body of the blood devil and have the road of blood, you can''t be undamaged under the black wind storm gas!"


    Ling Xifeng couldn''t believe it and roared, "you must have been seriously injured and survived now. You think you can deceive me by pretending to be okay. You''re too naive!"


    Ling Xifeng himself really has extraordinary strength, so he is full of confidence in himself. He thinks that Luo Zheng must be seriously injured when he is under his attack.


    "Now I''ll kill you. See how many times your blood demon body can bear my black storm Qigong!"


    Ling Jifeng screamed fiercely and shot again. Immediately, the black gas rolled all over the battlefield of life and death. These black gases were more violent than his last shot and directly attacked Luo Zheng.


    This time, the black Qi did not melt the knife, but gathered directly to Luo Zheng to invade into his body.


    "Hahaha, Ling Xifeng, I was just playing with you. Do you think these black wind and violent Qi can really hurt me?"


    Luo Zheng laughed and didn''t care about Ling Jifeng''s attack.


    "Ghost blood mirror!"


    Suddenly, Luo Zheng shouted loudly. A treasure like a mirror flew out of his body and fell at his feet.


    This thing is red with blood. One side is as flat as a mirror, while the other side is uneven. It is like the interweaving of flesh, muscles and bones. It is the nether blood mirror.


    When this treasure appeared, the whole battlefield of life and death, even a whole mountain of life and death, was filled with a bloody smell, as if shrouded in a bloody hell.


    Then, the netherworld blood mirror offered by Luo Zheng grew rapidly at his feet, covering more than half of the battlefield of life and death.


    As soon as the nether blood mirror came out, the black storm Qi of lingxifeng immediately lost its power and was sucked into the mirror!


    "It''s a magic weapon!"


    "Xuechongtian has such a treasure!"


    "He called it the nether blood mirror. Is it the magic weapon in the divine level in the hand of the nether demon king who suddenly disappeared thousands of years ago?"


    All the disciples of cangsheng sect were surprised, and some people thought of the origin of the netherworld magic mirror.