Stealing the Protagonist Gongs Away in a Shou-Centered World to Have Gang S*x

Immortal Cultivation: 6/The Master's Cold and Ruthless Thoughts

Immortal Cultivation: 6/The Master's Cold and Ruthless Thoughts: Oh, the Lingxiao Sect has really fallen

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The disciples of Lingxiao Sect tried hard, they really tried hard, but the Holy Lord just didn't believe it.

He couldn't help but feel a little dejected, muttering in frustration: "Forget it, when my junior brothers come out of the trial ground, Saint Lord will know at a glance that what I said is absolutely not a lie. The three junior brothers are now the best among the younger generation of Lingxiao Sect, and their cultivation..."

At this point, the cold white jade pendant on Tang Tang's waist suddenly began to vibrate, flashing a faint halo. This was a symbol of a disciple breaking his own jade pendant and asking for help from his master.

The disciple was stuck in his compliment and looked confused. What the hell, do you have to slap me in the face like this?

He slowly raised his head, and saw the look on Saint Lord's face that was filled with astonishment, "How could the Lingxiao Sect have fallen to this point?" He thought in despair, ah... I can't explain it.

But before he could explain, the swordsman in white retracted his gaze, and with his wide sleeves, a long sword emitting a chilling aura appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword light suddenly cut through the space, and the swordsman in white put away the long sword and left alone.

Only then did the disciple come back to his senses from his daze, feeling wronged and aggrieved, he shouted heartbreakingly: "Saint Lord!! Saint Lord, please listen to my explanation——!"

"The Lingxiao Sect has really not declined!!!"

Countless birds were shaken away.

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One hour ago, at the trial ground.

"Hurry, hurry up!"

"Brother, hold on."

The charred trees fell in the road, and one after another, white boots stepped hurriedly on the mud mixed with blood. Because the dust-avoiding magic weapon was broken, mud spots splashed all over the shoes, but they did not dare to stop. The practitioners dressed in the clothes of Lingxiao disciples supported each other and fled in a panic.

Suddenly, the leaves rustled, a baby's sharp laughter suddenly sounded, and several black shadows passed by. The disabled disciples were horrified when they heard it, and they gathered together with their backs, blocking those who had lost their fighting power, and held their swords vigilantly.

"Zheng——"

One disciple seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his sword, which instantly collided with the attacking claws. The long nails emitting a bloody smell almost pierced his eyes. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead to his chin. His face flushed and he tried his best to wave it away.

Seeing this, the other disciples picked up their weapons and wanted to kill the black shadow, but the thing slipped away as fast as a monkey.

A gust of wind and sand flashed by, and more than a dozen strange-looking demons appeared in front of them.

Each of these demons looked extremely terrifying. Some of them had only half of their faces, with a large protrusion on the other cheek, forming a wrinkled baby face. They would twist their bodies and cry with their mouths open on the demon's cheeks, and sometimes giggle sharply, which was creepy.

One of them looks like they should be theirs, with the cultivation base reaching the great perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage, and only one step away from becoming a god.