He also thought that his talent was already high enough, less than twenty years old, he could touch the threshold of the Yuanying Realm, and throughout the ages, there were few people in the Refining Weapon Sect who could compare to him.

But now, compared with their sword cultivation, it is far from it.

That's fine.

Sheng Jinyue lowered his eyes, if he compares with these people, when will he be the head?

Moreover, the combat power of the weapon cultivator Dan Xiu could not be compared with the sword cultivator.

The moment Lu Changsheng appeared, Su Shiyi and Chang Man's eyes lit up, as if they saw a savior, and shouted at him,

"Second Senior Brother!"

Lu Changsheng showed a reassuring look at them, and he raised his sword and headed towards those demons not far away.

The moment the Qingxiao sword came out of its sheath, it brought a gust of wind, and with a strong sword intent, it swept towards the group of demons.

The sword moves at will, and the mind turns at will, after entering the Hongmeng Secret Realm, Lu Changsheng's sword path seems to have improved a lot.

The moment the sword was released, it took the lives of several Yuanying Realm demons on the periphery.

And feeling this strong sword intent, the demon general in the center turned his head, and his eyes were stained with a trace of coldness.

"Lu Changsheng, you're not dead!"

He is the person on the Xiaotian list, and the object of those people who want to kill is still alive.

Lu Changsheng looked at the demon general, his wrist turned slightly, and the sword qi was condensed above the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly,

"Why, you know those people are going to kill me?"

Therefore, the immortals of the upper realm want their lives, and this matter is not a secret in the demon clan.

"Hahahaha!"

The demon suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, full of sarcasm,

"The immortals have kept lambs in captivity, and if they want the lambs to feed the wolves with their bodies, how can they let the weak lambs break through the sheepfold and get out of control?"

Lu Changsheng frowned slightly, and he didn't understand the meaning of the demon clan, lamb?

Is that what they mean by the lambs raised by the immortals?

The reason why those people want to kill them is because they are afraid that they will get out of control when they become stronger?

He didn't quite understand why those immortals wanted to treat them like this, but if those so-called immortals only regarded them as nether ants, then he, Lu Changsheng, would inevitably kill immortals in the future!

Break through the barrier and kill the immortals in the sky!

The demon clan looked at Lu Changsheng's expression, and let out a laugh in his throat again,

"Since those wastes didn't kill you, let the deity come!"

The aura around him suddenly began to skyrocket, breaking through the shackles of the Yuan Infant, and climbing steadily, until the middle stage of the Transformation of the Gods-

"Suffer death!"

A demon blade condensed in the hand of the demon clan, and suddenly came towards Lu Changsheng.

In the rear, Su Shiyi and Chang Man's hearts had already raised their throats,

"Senior brother, Xiaoxiao!"

Sheng Jinyue looked at the changes in the cultivation of the demon clan, his face was ugly, and asked Zhou Wenting,

"There is a huge disparity in strength, can we still live?"

Lu Changsheng is at the peak of the infant, at most, he is only a half-step god.

And the demon clan has already reached the middle stage of transforming into a god.

The two of them, one big and one small, two realms.

Suddenly, the heavenly abacus bead in Zhou Wenting's hand was hot for a while, and a burst of white light appeared.

His eyes trembled slightly, he raised his hand and flicked the heavenly abacus a few times, and his Adam's apple surged a few times, and finally spit out two words,

"I can live!"

The destiny is set, and Lu Changsheng is destined to live.

He will break through in the battle, and in this battle, the Terrans will win a big victory!

Sang Luo is not dead, his senior sister is still alive, and the hope of the fourteen states of Cangwu is still there.

That glimmer of life is getting bigger and bigger, and perhaps, they can really reverse the destiny of heaven.

The way of heaven is on their side.

Zhou Wenting babbled a few sentences, but Sheng Jinyue only remembered that sentence, and he could live.

The fourth more ~

Good night~

(End of chapter)