The black and powerful demonic energy carries powerful energy.

Chen Yang suddenly raised the Seven Deadly Swords to resist.

But the Qi Jue Sword did not touch the black evil spirit. He saw a silver-white light, like lightning, which instantly dispersed the evil spirit.

Two silver-white figures fell from the sky.

Jiang Mang looked at the two men in amazement.

The white robe was trimmed with silver, which was so dazzling in the dim light.

The two fair and cheerful faces were as bright as the sun.

Ziwei Tianzong?

The chief disciple of Ziwei Tianzong?

Jiang Mang couldn't believe that he would meet someone from Ziwei Tianzong here!

"How dare you be so rude to my junior brother!"

Seeing Chen Yang's knees bruised, flesh and blood all over the place, and bones exposed, Ling Jianxiao shouted loudly, swung his white robe violently, and an extremely powerful energy hit him.

Jiang Mang's face changed drastically, and the first thing he thought of was to escape. Almost at the same time, he grabbed the body of the demon and threw it towards Ling Jianxiao.

Snap!

The demon's body suddenly exploded.

All the bones in his body have been broken.

Chen Yang was so shocked that he forgot the pain in his knee. Could this be the terrifying energy that only cultivators in the upper Nascent Soul stage possess?

The demon had no idea what Ziwei Tianzong represented, and he had no idea why he was suddenly pushed by Jiang Mang to block the gun. His mood at the moment was indescribable and full of despair.

"Junior brother, are you okay?" Xiao Yichen asked with concern.

Chen Yang pointed at his nose, extremely confused: "Me? Junior Brother?"

Ling Jianxiao said: "I forgot to introduce ourselves. We are disciples of Ziwei Tianzong. His name is Xiao Yichen, and mine is Ling Jianxiao."

Chen Yang nodded. He naturally knew about the Ziwei Tianzong of Dongming Country, but why did they appear here, rescue him, and call him junior brother?

The two knew Chen Yang's doubts and didn't say much.

Ling Jianxiao said, "Can you still walk? If not, we'll carry you!"

Chen Yang, full of doubts, felt the pain in his knee. He frowned slightly and raised his hand and said, "I'm fine."

He glanced at the unconscious Situ Jing.

Xiao Yichen immediately touched the artery on Situ Jing's neck, then took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Since they are from Ziwei Tianzong and the power they use is so terrifying, I guess your elixir must be of great importance. Situ Jing should be fine.

"Junior brother, we came here specifically to find you. Come with us to Ziwei Tianzong." Xiao Yichen said.

"Why?" Because of the pain, Chen Yang almost didn't want to say another word.

Ling Jianxiao: "You'll know once you go to Ziwei Tianzong."

Chen Yang nodded, gritted his teeth, bent his bloody knees, sat upright on the ground, and began to use his luck to heal his wounds.

Xiao Yichen took out a pill and gave it to him. Seeing that it was the same one Situ Jing took, he took it and swallowed it without hesitation.

Suddenly, a warm current surged in his body, and the knee injured by Jiang Mang was recovering visibly.

The delicate skin gradually covers the knees.

The pain gradually disappeared, and Chen Yang's mind became much clearer.

Ziwei Tianzong is the most powerful sect in the entire Sihai Continent. It is said that their disciples not only have high talent in cultivation, but also have a high realm. Even their appearance is strictly selected. They will not accept any ugly ones.

So when Jiang Mang saw Ling Jianxiao and Xiao Yichen, he immediately determined their identities.

Judging from the attire of these two people, they are definitely the closed disciples of the Grand Elder in Ziwei Tianzong. Why did these two people come all the way to find him, help him, and even call him junior brother?

He still asked those three words: Why?

There is absolutely no possibility.

If it is said that he has any connection with Ziwei Tianzong, that is absolutely impossible.

No matter what the reason, it is a great blessing to be associated with Ziwei Tianzong!

For some reason, Chen Yang felt inexplicably pleasant when he heard these two people calling him "Junior Brother".

In fact, who would have known that many years ago he had also fantasized about becoming a disciple of Ziwei Tianzong.

Ling Jianxiao gave Chen Yang a token of Ziwei Tianzong and asked Chen Yang to tidy up and then go to Ziwei Tianzong.

The fleeing Jiang Mang was just as confused as Chen Yang. Why would the Ziwei Tianzong people help Chen Yang? How did he get involved with the Ziwei Tianzong people?

Jiang Mang was so lost in thought in the carriage that he didn't even notice the carriage suddenly stop.

The driver had been strangled to death by a black aura and fell to the ground, barely breathing.

A twisted body stepped onto the carriage.

When he lifted the curtain of the car, Jiang Mang was suddenly startled.

"Jiang Mang, you, you are so cruel!" He spat out a few words with a distorted face.

Although the person in front of him looked very scary, Jiang Mang was not afraid of him.

He said coldly, "You asked me to practice the Heart Devouring Demonic Art out of selfish motives. Do you think I don't know? Don't treat me like a fool."

Tianmo gritted his teeth. At this moment, all the bones in his body were broken. He barely managed to escape death by relying on the demonic energy.

He looked at Jiang Mang and said, "Yes, I am selfish because I want to cultivate a demon god, and you are the best candidate."

"I don't want to be a demon god. I just want to be invincible on the orthodox path of cultivation." Jiang Mang said the last four words with particular emphasis.

"But it's impossible. You've turned me into a demon cultivator!"

Faced with this, Jiang Mang still found it difficult to accept.

He planned to consume the heart of a low-level demon cultivator, only for the purpose of improving his realm, and he did not want to become a demon cultivator himself.

But now he can't turn back.

"You are still one step away from the Heart-Eating Demonic Art. Do you know that?" said the demon.

"The last step? What is it?"

"That means eating the heart of a demon."

Jiang Mang stared at the demon with a gloomy look, thinking that there was no way he could be so great. He had hurt him to this point, and now he still wanted to help him?

"The Heart-Eating Demonic Art has six levels, and you have only reached the fifth level." said the demon.

"So, you want to sacrifice yourself?" Jiang Mang asked.

"good."

Seeing Jiang Mang's expression, Tian Mo knew that he didn't believe it, so he said, "As long as you are willing to go to the Nether Valley and lead us demon cultivators to see the light of day again, sacrificing one of me will not matter!"

The demon continued, "You are the most talented person I have ever seen in practicing magic. I will never find anyone more talented than you!"

Jiang Mang felt very comfortable wearing this high hat and immediately said, "Okay, don't worry, your sacrifice will not be in vain!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand, and black demonic energy surged, enveloping the demon.

A cold murderous intent flashed across the demon's red eyes, and the corners of his mouth cracked slightly, revealing a bloodshot color.

Puff! A blood-red heart fell into Jiang Mang's hands. He smiled slightly and pinched the heart in his palm with extremely skillful movements, refining it with demonic energy.

Just as the heart was slowly drying up and shrinking, suddenly a powerful energy surged.