Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 12 How Normal We Are

The demonic monks worship different demonic sects and demon helms, and their specializations are also different.

But they still have some things in common.

For example, even in their almost broken brains, there are still some things that can barely be called human nature.

Like grievance, sadness, these are the soft emotions unique to this kind of person.

It’s just that they follow the three strange principles of the magic way.

These emotions are suppressed more harshly and become more distorted.

So when it is released, it is as violent as a volcanic eruption.

Wang He now felt that his prostate and tonsils were tangled together, and he was choked with sobs and speechless for a moment.

The grievances and hardships that had been suppressed for years were all released at this moment.

He was released at the moment the little ghost holding his legs exploded.

That was the Blood Evil Technique, the Blood Evil Technique that he had always dreamed of, which could be released outside the body.

Although it looks very different, he will never mistake the feeling of the spiritual energy flowing and vibrating.

He is on the right track, and there are people ahead of him.

At this moment, in Wang He's eyes, this coquettish monster holding a bone staff was not an enemy, nor a colleague, but a guiding light on his long journey on the path of magic.

The humiliation from fellow disciples, the contempt from the master, the suppression from the captain, and the hardship of being hunted down by the righteous were all released at this moment.

For his ideal, he was willing to sacrifice everything, even his body and soul.

If the expert in front of him took a fancy to my sister-in-law, he would bend down and lead the horse in front of her, and tell the expert that my brother would not be at home that day.

Wang He kowtowed loudly, bleeding profusely, and his sobs turned into complete words.

"Senior! Senior!! Senior, teach me!!!"

"You're right, all the demons are indeed sick." Lin Feng tilted his head and whispered.

"But why did he suddenly become like this?" Lin Feng was puzzled.

"I don't know either. Don't speculate on the thoughts of a mentally ill person. Shh, the fool is looking up."

Wang He crawled forward two more steps and began to stumblingly talk about his great ideals and the journey of magic in his heart.

In Wang He's incoherent narration, Zhang Ze finally understood what the fat man was talking about.

To be honest, he understood Wang He's spirit of seeking knowledge, but he did not agree with his shitty behavior at all.

"Who are you? Why should I teach you?"

As he spoke, Zhang Ze asked the remaining lurking ghosts to move closer.

"I, I am useful to you, Senior. I will do whatever you say, hehe."

Wang He understood this very well. He knew that what this expert wanted was a token of allegiance.

The general token of allegiance for the mage is mostly the dog heads of former teammates.

Wang He was bullied by his fellow disciples five days out of seven in the Lingsheduo.

He jumped up without hesitation.

Anyway, this is how the demons are. They fight each other, annex each other, and fight to the death. As long as they don't surrender to the righteous, they are still good bad guys.

At this time, Lin Feng suddenly came to his senses and took over the conversation for Zhang Ze.

"Brother, this guy is quite interesting. We are just about to attack the Spirit Snake Rudder. Why don't we..."

"The Blood Lion Ancestor wants to swallow up the Spirit Snake Rudder!" Wang He exclaimed.

"What? What do you think?" Lin Feng put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"No, no, I have no objection. What I mean is that I am a traitor and an insider."

"You? What qualifies you to rebel? You're nothing but a maggot."

“I’m afraid you may not know, but last month the Spirit Snake Helm discovered a secret realm.

They have all been moved here, but the mechanisms in the cave have not yet been set up, so this is the best time to take it down.

I, I am the master craftsman of the Spirit Snake Rudder, and I know all the mechanisms.

I only ask that you teach me how to release the blood evil technique outside the body, and say a few good words for me in front of the Blood Lion Ancestor.

If possible, let me humiliate their corpses again, Captain of the Spirit Snake Helm."

Wang He gave a very long list, and Zhang Ze suspected that he had listed all the members of Lingsheduo except himself.

"Shut up, Fatty. Come up with something practical." Lin Feng shouted.

"Yes, yes."

Wang He hurriedly showed the two of them several maps and secret letters in the space ring.

Zhang Ze and Lin Feng nodded.

"You traitor, interesting."

"Put everything away. We'll take you to see the Blood Lion Patriarch in a few days. You'll present these things in person, but if they're fake..."

"Don't dare, don't dare, these things are all real, that blood..."

"Stop making noise. This is not an important thing. Take it." Zhang Ze raised his hand and threw a booklet out.

"Remember, serve our Blood Lion Ancestor honestly, and you'll be rewarded in the future." Zhang Ze said, taking a step back. "Hahaha, Brother Zhang is really brilliant. You completed the task assigned by the Ancestor so easily. Tonight, I'll treat you to a drink." Lin Feng also took a step back.

"There's no need for Brother Lin to treat us. Let's take this fat guy with us and let him treat us." Zhang Ze took another step back.

The two of them smiled as they slowly moved away from Wang He.

Wang He crawled over and picked up the booklet that Zhang Ze dropped.

That was a copy of The Golden Armored Soldier, which Zhang Ze had copied last night and was originally going to give to Lin Feng.

Wang He was fascinated by the show, especially when he saw the part about the art of recognizing spirits, he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

It turns out that the direction I took at the beginning was the right one!

"Senior, what does this mean? Hey, why are you standing so far away?"

"I'm afraid of getting splashed with blood"

Explosions are art.

About thirty little five-element ghosts surrounded Wang He at some point.

Amid the deafening explosion, Wang He vaguely heard the second half of Zhang Ze's words.

".Besides, I am from the Sword Sect, who is your senior?"

[Field side quest, slay demons and monsters (1/999999)]

[Kill the demon cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the achievement of the Demon Subduing True Lord begins to accumulate. Currently, the second stage is to kill the demon cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage (1/150)]

[Due to a cross-level kill, the first stage of the Demon Subduing Master was achieved. Killing the Qi Training Stage Demon Dao (10/10) was automatically completed.]

[Rewards have been distributed]

Lin Feng cut through the smoke and dust, not feeling disgusted, and ran to the place where Wang He was blown to pieces to see if there was any equipment dropped.

Zhang Ze walked over to the pigherds.

"Stop pretending to be asleep, wake up."

The explosion was very loud, and Zhang Ze didn't believe that the alarm clock couldn't wake them up.

The swineherds opened their eyes, but no one welcomed the king's army.

The swineherds hugged each other and trembled.

In their opinion, the demon in front of them was even more perverted than the previous one.

Zhang Ze was speechless. How could a disciple of the righteous sect like him have his innocence tarnished for no reason like this?

"Laozi, bah, my name is Zhang Ze, an outer disciple of the Sword Sect.

Gentlemen, please don't be afraid. I have no ill intentions."

As he spoke, he took out his badge as a disciple of the Sword Sect.

The leading swineherd probably had some knowledge, and he recognized that the waist badge was indeed owned by a disciple of the Sword Sect.

"Ah, you also killed people from the Sword Sect?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the swineherd knew something was wrong. He closed his eyes and fainted.

Zhang Ze felt that he could not clear his name.

He pointed behind him and said, "Look at him, we are really disciples of the Sword Sect, we are normal!"

Zhang Ze originally wanted to say, "Look how normal Lin Feng is," but when he turned around, he happened to see Lin Feng holding a severed hand and laughing.

Zhang Ze turned back and looked at the pigherds, looking at their expressions.

Well, I can never wash it away in this life.

He remembered his master's words in his mind.

"After you leave, don't say you are my apprentice. Just don't embarrass me."

"Forget it, forget it. I'll just embarrass myself. I don't have the title of Li Guanqi's apprentice on my head anyway."

Zhang Ze, who had given up, made a face that made him want all the gods and ghosts to go away.

“Ahhhh, I’m not going to pretend anymore, I’m the devil!

Now, all of you stand up!

Run! Run as fast as you can, or I'll eat you!

"Get back here! Take these unconscious ones away! Dead flesh doesn't taste good. Ahhhhhhhh!"

Looking at the swineherd crawling away, Zhang Ze threw away his bone stick, took off his tattered robe, threw it on the ground and stomped on it several times.

His first act of chivalry in his immortal cultivation career ended in such an ugly way.

Although the result was good, Zhang Ze was really unhappy.

He swore to the candle that he would never play a demon in cosplay again.

If you perform it again, I will do a handstand and pee!

Just as Zhang Ze was feeling sad, Lin Feng's voice sounded behind him.

"Brother Zhang, come here, I found something."

(End of this chapter)