Chapter 137 The Devil's Nature, Promoted to God

Wan Rusong clenched his fists.

At this moment, he didn't even hate Ji Changsheng and Lan Zhujun that much.

He hated Wen Renjia Yu.

Damn bitch, she didn't know Ji Changsheng's background yet, but she wanted him to be the cannon fodder.

Do you think I’m stupid?

Wan Rusong did not take Ji Changsheng seriously at first, but now that "Lan Nu" has come out, if he still thinks that Ji Changsheng can easily handle it, he will not be qualified to become the first person to inherit the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Before he figured out Ji Changsheng's background, he would rather swallow his pride than take the initiative to take action.

Ji Changsheng was too lazy to care about the intrigues of this ghost marriage couple.

"I already know about Wan Rusong and Wen Renjiayu's situations. What about Sui Tinghuai? Could he also be a disciple of some big family?"

Ji Changsheng frowned a little when he said this.

How come all the true disciples of the Demonic Sect are from aristocratic families? The Holy Sect should serve the people of the world as its purpose. How can we expect them to serve the people if they are all from aristocratic families? How can they respond to his reform of the Holy Sect? Ji Changsheng was very dissatisfied with this.

Fortunately, Sui Tinghuai's situation gave him a glimmer of hope.

"Sui Tinghuai is similar to you, Changsheng. He has no background and relies on his talent to succeed. Of course, he also received the love and care of some elders during his growth, but he also impressed those elders with his talent and hard work. We have no blood relationship. In terms of talent alone, Sui Tinghuai should be the closest to me among the five true disciples."

At the end of her speech, Ren Suqiong couldn't help but give herself a little compliment.

She is the first person in the Demon Cult to reach the Golden Core Realm.

Sui Tinghuai is hailed by many as the number one prodigy of the Demonic Cult.

Ren Suqiong’s benchmark has always been Sui Tinghuai.

Ji Changsheng nodded.

"I basically understand. Wan Rusong is the son of a traitor of the Holy Church. His father is an undercover agent of Xuandu Temple. Wan Rusong has always admired Xuandu Temple, so he hates me, a traitor of Xuandu Temple, very much. I deserve to be killed."

Wan Rusong finally couldn't help but ask, "When did my father become an undercover agent at Xuandu Temple? When did I ever hate you?"

He swore to heaven that he had never had much contact with Ji Changsheng, so where did the hatred come from? Ji Changsheng said casually: "There is an undercover list on the mountain of Xuandu Temple. I will ask the temple master to add your father's name later."

"You..." Wan Rusong almost broke his steel teeth.

"As for when did you hate me? Now." Ji Changsheng's tone was a little uncertain: "It could also be in the future. After all, I plan to take your fiancée as a beauty dog. You definitely can't live in peace with me. It's better for you to die."

Ji Changsheng doesn't just kill men.

In his opinion, the only way for Wan Rusong to die is to acknowledge Yu Lao Mo as his godfather.

Everything else doesn’t matter, Wen Renjiayu was just joking.

But you recognize Yu Lao Mo as your adoptive father, if you don’t die, who will die? This involves Ji Lao Mo’s core interests.

"Okay, don't say anything for now." Ji Changsheng sentenced Wan Rusong to death and began to sentence the second one: "Meng Jiayin, he doesn't have any background, just kill him directly."

This time, Lan Zhujun did not hold back and reminded, "Master, Meng Jiayin is the direct disciple of Vice Sect Leader Lou."

Ji Changsheng looked at Lan Zhujun strangely: "Deputy Leader Lou? Does our Holy Church have a deputy leader with the last name Lou?"

Everyone understood what Ji Changsheng meant.

My heart suddenly felt cold.

It is obvious that Deputy Leader Lou has become a dead man in Ji Changsheng's eyes.

Meng Jiayin forced himself to stay calm and reminded him, "Ji Changsheng, although I don't know how you got your confidence, but my master is not someone you can easily shake. Even the leader and his wife will maintain a certain respect for my master, unless Ling..."

Ji Changsheng took out a jade sword with a smile and placed it in front of himself.

Meng Jiayin's voice stopped abruptly and his face suddenly turned pale.

Wan Rusong blurted out: "Linglong Immortal Sword? Why is it with you?"

Ji Changsheng was too lazy to bother with the two dead men, Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin.

He just raised his chin towards Wen Renjiayu and Sui Tinghuai.

“Sister Wenren, Brother Sui, everyone knows that I am easy-going and kind to others. I never make enemies easily.”

No one present listened.

Do you believe what you said? Ji Changsheng believed it.

He really thinks he is that kind of person.

"Although both of you have been disrespectful to me before, I am a generous person and will give you a chance to admit your mistakes."

Wen Renjiayu finally spoke: "Junior Brother Ji, I have never spoken to you, so how can I be disrespectful?"

Wen Renjiayu felt that he was really wronged.

She really didn't say a word to Ji Changsheng, so how could it be disrespectful?

Sui Tinghuai also felt that he was wronged.

"Junior Brother Ji, I have never offended you from the beginning to the end, right?"

Ji Changsheng had invited him to join the Demon Slaying Group before.

He just said that he would consider it if the Demon Suppression Team was still there in three days.

Can't people think about it?

In this huge Tianmo Sect, Sui Tinghuai has never met such an unreasonable person.

Thinking back to when several supreme elders were vying to take him in as their disciple, he also said he would think about it.

Can this be called disrespect? Ji Changsheng explained: "To commit an offense against one's superior is disrespect. I am the young master of the Holy Church, and one of you refuses to talk to me, and the other refuses to accept my invitation. I say that you are disrespectful to me, do you not accept it? Or do you disagree with me being the young master of the Holy Church?"

Ji Changsheng picked up the jade sword.

"If you don't agree, just say it. I am open to all. As long as what you say makes sense, I can also step down and let someone else take over."

Wen Renjiayu and Sui Tinghuai felt their knees go weak instantly.

Wen Renjiayu said decisively: "Junior Brother Ji is kind-hearted and decisive. I support Junior Brother Ji to be the young master of the Holy Church."

Sui Tinghuai's face flushed, but under the pressure of the Linglong Immortal Sword, he lowered his head: "I also support Junior Brother Ji to be the young master."

His teacher taught him that those who do not plan for eternity are not worthy of planning for the present.

Sui Tinghuai had always agreed with this.

But now, Ji Changsheng also taught him one thing:

Those who do not plan for three days are not qualified to plan for eternity.

If he doesn't acknowledge Ji Changsheng as the young master today, he will have no future.

Ji Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.

"Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin stepped into this young master's cave with their left feet first. This must be a sign of righteous demons. They should be killed."

Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin were so angry that they laughed.

But when Ji Changsheng picked up the jade sword, colorful sword energy appeared on the jade sword, which immediately made the two of them stop laughing.

"Wen Renjia Yu, Sui Tinghuai, if you encounter a righteous demon, any disciple of the Holy Church shall kill him. Let me see your sincerity in serving this young master."

Ji Changsheng held the jade sword in his hand, with colorful sword energy protecting his body, making everyone present feel the pressure from the Linglong Immortal Sword.

"Lan Nu, you come on too. I don't keep idle people here."

"Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin must die, and you must live. Otherwise, we must die together. Go ahead, let me see the quality of the true disciples of the Holy Religion."

If there is no wife, then let the younger brothers take over.

Isn't this the time to recruit younger brothers?

Or let them eat for free?

The atmosphere was solemn for a moment, and the five true disciples looked at each other.

After a while, Lan Zhujun was the first to attack Wan Rusong.

After all, he has become a Lannu.

She knew best how ruthless Ji Changsheng was, and she didn't dare to talk nonsense with him.

Wenren Jiayu followed closely behind and stabbed her fiancé directly.

"Wan Rusong, don't blame me."

Linglong Fairy Sword is above, Ji Changsheng made it very clear that she must use her fiancé's head as a token of her allegiance.

Kill your fiancé, not yourself.

This multiple-choice question is very simple.

Sui Tinghuai stood silently in front of Meng Jiayin.

"Brother Meng, I'm sorry."

He also didn't want to start a civil war now.

But being forced to the edge of a cliff by Old Demon Ji, he could only let others die first.

Inside the cave, a bloody battle broke out instantly.

Old Demon Ji sat high up in the seat, watching coldly, showing his true devil nature.

"Changsheng, you go ahead and I'll try my hand too." Ren Suqiong's eyes sparkled with excitement: "I've just entered the Nascent Soul stage and I've got an opponent like a true disciple. This is a great opportunity for a trial."

She didn't think her safety was a problem and just treated Wan Rusong and Meng Jiayin as two dead sparring partners.

This is certainly the best sparring partner, with zero risk and high returns.

Ji Changsheng thought about it. Ren Suqiong was his friend, and he didn't want Ren Suqiong to fall into trouble, so he reminded her: "Wait a minute, and see who loses the support, then you can attack him again."

"That's fine. I've just entered the Nascent Soul stage, so I'm definitely no match for these old masters." Ren Suqiong readily agreed: "Looking at the strength they've shown, I'm still a long way behind."

Ren Suqiong was not surprised by this.

The true disciples of the Demonic Sect are all selected from among the geniuses.

Although she believed that she had the highest talent, it was not high enough to cross two small realms to kill the true disciples.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Wan Rusong is indeed recognized as the leader of the true sect. He can fight two enemies at once without showing any signs of defeat."

Ren Suqiong was more concerned about Wan Rusong's attitude towards Lan Zhujun and Wen Renjiayu.

Wan Rusong is recognized as the best disciple of the Tianmo Sect, and Lan Zhujun is also recognized as the second.

Their strength is obviously beyond that of the other three.

Now with the addition of Wen Renjiayu, the fight is so exciting.

However, Ji Changsheng watched coldly and snorted.

"Lan Nu, if you hold back again, I will send you to death first."

Lan Zhujun's heart trembled, and the melodious sound emitted by the bamboo sword in his hand immediately filled the entire cave.

Ren Suqiong didn't realize that Ji Changsheng had already advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage, and his eyesight was even better than Ren Suqiong's.

The reason why Wan Rusong was able to fight one against two people without losing was of course due to his strong strength, but on the other hand, the lethality displayed by Lan Zhujun was only comparable to that of Wen Renjiayu.

Wen Renjiayu tried his best.

Lan Zhujun was holding back.

Still needs some training.

In comparison, Wen Renjiayu, the widow, is very aware.

Obviously, Wen Renjiayu has completely faced the reality.

If Wan Rusong didn't die, she would be in big trouble.

When Lan Zhujun gave his all, Wan Rusong immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Ji Changsheng could confirm that it was only a matter of time before Wan Rusong was defeated, so he began to care about another dead man, Meng Jiayin.

Then he raised his eyebrows.

"Sui Tinghuai's strength is even higher than Meng Jiayin's."

Just now the two were evenly matched.

But now, Sui Tinghuai has clearly gained the upper hand.

"As expected of you who is known as the first genius of the Holy Church, I really have to advance to the Divine Transformation Realm before I can suppress these arrogant and powerful generals."

“Who knows, the chance to become a god will have to come from them.”

Ji Changsheng drew his sword and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, Ji Changsheng's sad magic knife had pierced Meng Jiayin's lower abdomen.

Ren Suqiong reacted very quickly. When he found that Ji Changsheng had taken action and Meng Jiayin was not killed by the one blow, he also took decisive action.

A pair of blood-red palms fell from the sky, blocking Meng Jiayin's way to fly or escape.

Meng Jiayin's face was solemn, showing the combat qualities that a true disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect should have.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, allowing Ji Changsheng's sad magic knife to pierce his lower abdomen. He quickly approached Ji Changsheng and hugged Ji Changsheng tightly.

"Die together!"

There was a gleam of madness in Meng Jiayin's eyes.

"Revenge for Junior Brother Lou!"

Boom! Meng Jiayin exploded quickly.

A ball of blood rolled up endless air waves in the cave, forcing Wan Rusong and the other two who were fighting fiercely on the other side to release their body-protecting true energy to resist the aftermath of Meng Jiayin's self-explosion.

At this moment, the boundless sea of ​​blood quickly swallowed up the entire cave.

The monstrous bloody aura, coupled with the dazzling blade light, cut the blood shadow into two pieces.

Ji Changsheng walked on the sea of ​​blood, looking at Meng Jiayin who was cut in half by him and merged into the sea of ​​blood, and sneered.

"You only trained a river of blood, and you dare to use the blood escape technique in front of me?"

This is the merit that comes to your doorstep.

Ji Changsheng's vision of the sea of ​​blood left Ren Suqiong and Sui Tinghuai stunned.

Ren Suqiong exclaimed: "Changsheng, how many people have you killed?"

Ji Changsheng did not answer Ren Suqiong.

His performance just now was also seen by Wan Rusong.

"Get out of here."

A black soul flag with a howling ghost appeared in Wan Rusong's hand.

"Ji Changsheng, you shouldn't be so arrogant as to give up using the Linglong Immortal Sword."

There was a flash of madness in Wan Rusong's eyes. He ignored Lan Zhujun's bamboo sword and Wen Renjiayu's attack, and poured half of his true energy into the small banner in his hand.

"Ten Thousand Souls Banner, explode!"

Boom! Thousands of resentful souls immediately broke free from the shackles of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and launched an indiscriminate attack.

"free."

“This is the air of freedom.”

"Kill, kill all the living people."

“They’re all going to die.”

Everyone except Ji Changsheng's expression suddenly changed and they quickly retreated.

"Wan Rusong, you actually mastered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

"Who gave you the courage to kill so many people?"

"The Hundred Souls Banner is already at its limit. Do you dare to practice the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in order to attract the Linglong Immortal Sword?"

Ji Changsheng himself was fine, but he didn't expect that the other four true disciples were so shocked.

What's wrong with the demon sect disciples practicing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner? How badly did my Linglong wife beat you? The true disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect was actually frightened by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Ji Changsheng was very puzzled by this.

Of course, Ji Changsheng still admires Wan Rusong very much.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls has great merit.

Wan Rusong was also in the situation of being devoured by ten thousand souls at this time, but he kept sneering as he looked at Ji Changsheng: "Ji Changsheng, let's enjoy the bite of ten thousand souls together."

Ji Changsheng calmly opened the Umbrella of All People.

He shook his head helplessly.

"Let me teach you how to use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

As Wan Rusong was stunned by his shock, his Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which had just exploded, became nourishment for Ji Changsheng's Ten Thousand People Umbrella.

The resentful souls that were just arrogant and biting everywhere were suppressed by Ji Changsheng's Umbrella of All People as if they had met their nemesis.

Ji Changsheng walked among all the souls, wielding the Sad Demon Sword again without any worldly airs.

"Brother Wan, please take a seat at the Wanmin Umbrella Palace."

…

One minute later.

Ji Changsheng looked up to the sky and laughed as he looked at the Wanmin Umbrella in his hand, which was glowing with more and more golden light.

The aura of the Divine Transformation cultivator enveloped the entire cave and quickly enveloped the entire Holy Church.

(End of this chapter)