Early morning on the eighth day of the top ten.

When all the contestants have not arrived at the stadium.

Wei Cangsheng walked on the bustling streets, watching the people around him coming and going, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Although the human race is not in good condition at the moment, the central city, as the center of the human world, is still very prosperous, bringing together the most powerful geniuses, the best monks, the richest civilians, and the most hardworking workers in the world today... Looking up, there is also the Mira Heavenly Palace in the sky standing on the clouds, showing the highly developed immortal arts.

But for Wei Cangsheng, no matter how prosperous or prosperous it is, if people are not right, then nothing is meaningless.

He lives in a year when pure blood human race strives for generations, kills demons and dominates the world.

And now he took a deep breath and could smell the omnipresent demonic aura in the air.

A cute little girl walked up to him and looked at him with surprise: "Are you Wei Cangsheng in Daluo Tian Lundao?"

Wei Cangsheng looked at the little girl in front of him and smiled slightly, but his brows couldn't help but frown, and an unbearable murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

The little girl stood there as if she was frightened, her body became stiff and could not move.

Wei Cangsheng finally endured the murderous intent in his heart, and then he quickly stepped away.

In his eyes, the little girl just now had a disgusting mouse head, her huge eyes turned back and forth, her sharp teeth soared out, and her every move revealed a cruel and tyrannical aura.

Wei Cangsheng raised his head and started his eyes naturally. The streets were filled with mice, lions, foxes, sparrows... They looked like they were wearing clothes and talking, eating, and rushing to the road.

Only a few monks with high cultivation levels can not reveal their true colors under his eyes.

If it were in the past, facing the demons all over the streets, Wei Cangsheng drew his sword and slashed it. He had killed too many demons in his life, so many that he could not count them himself.

Because of killing demons and eliminating demons, he has long become an instinct in his body during the battle between humans and demons.

In order to better distinguish monsters, he also specially practiced this pair of monster-photos that can distinguish human-monsters. Ordinary monsters with no cultivation level can tell the other person's true form just by just a glance.

Even if his cultivation level is higher, as long as his Taoist transformation level cannot surpass him, he can see the origin of the other party's demon bloodline after a little effort.

But now, he looked at the demons all over the streets, watched them use human clothes, use human language, and inherit human civilization, just like living alone.

This gave him a ridiculous, sad and sad feeling, and the murderous aura in his eyes always spread out in a bit uncontrollable way.

"Demon God, Demon Saint, is this your plan? It's such a good way to get rid of the firewood from the bottom of the pot."

At this moment, a young man walked over beside Wei Cangsheng, looking at the pedestrians around him and laughed: "Is it uncomfortable? People who have killed thousands of demons like you, but now they have to live in such a demon city. It's like putting a tiger into a bloody flock."

Wei Cangsheng glanced at the young man beside him, ignored the other party, and continued to walk towards the stadium.

The young man didn't care about the other person's coldness. He followed the other person and continued, "Yesterday, I found a man's body in the alley a hundred meters away from your residence. Why? Can't I help it again?"

Wei Cangsheng's eyes narrowed slightly. Yesterday, on his way home, he suddenly saw the pig demon suddenly appearing in the shadow. Looking at the hideous and plump pig face and the long and hard fangs, when he realized it, the sword energy that had been tempered had already instinctively penetrated the other party's eyebrows.

Then, looking at the fat pig demon who appeared in his eyes, he checked the other party's clothes and found that the other party was a worker who came to check the sewer pipe.

At that moment, Wei Cangsheng suddenly felt a strange feeling. Is the mixed-blooded human in this city a demon, or is he a human who can't help but start killing, a demon to them?

The same behavior was a hero in his era, but in this era, he would only become a murderer, a public enemy, a devil...

The young man next to him continued, "But don't worry, we have already handled the corpse for you and will not cause you to get into trouble. This is the duel between you and Zhou Bai today, can you trouble you to kill him?"

Wei Cangsheng stopped, turned to look at the young man and said, "What does it mean?"

The young man smiled: "You didn't plan to let Zhou Bai get first, right?

After Sun Jingping's death, you can see this by directly playing the killer in the top ten matches. But now you seem to have changed your attention? It is because Zhou Bai and Shifa showed a combat power that surprised you. In addition, after these few battles, you found that your lifespan was not much left."

Looking at the dangerous light in Wei Cangsheng's eyes in front of him, the young man waved his hand and said, "Don't look at me with such a scary look. I am the Lord of the Lei Tribe after all. If you don't take the Human Emperor Sword, you shouldn't be able to beat me."

As he said that, his appearance changed slightly, revealing the appearance of Ziyang Zhenjun. At the same time, a heavy pressure flashed by, and then the other party quickly turned back to the youthful appearance.

Wei Cangsheng sneered: "Why do you think I would agree to your request?"

"Then why do you think that since we awaken you, we are not ready to take action?"

Ziyang Zhenjun said: "You suddenly realized that you had little lifespan, and you also found that Zhou Bai's talent, strength was stronger than you imagined, and was recognized by the Human Emperor Sword, so you will naturally have the intention to inherit the mantle. But if I tell you, your lifespan can be increased by twenty years? Is Zhou Bai still important? It would be better to do it yourself than inherit the mantle?"

"Do you think you will do better or worse than Zhou Bai?"

Wei Cangsheng looked at the other party coldly, as if he was completely unmoved.

Ziyang Zhenjun said lightly: "I know that people like you will not shake their faith without seeing the real evidence."

As he said that, he took out a medicine bottle: "Your life span is because neither this body nor your soul can satisfy the current twisted environment.

But each of the medicines from the Plague Department can make you live for one more year, no more than 20 years at most. You can take one of them back and try it. If you are satisfied, kill Zhou Bai today and we will give you the remaining pills."

Looking at the other party's departure back, Wei Cangsheng couldn't help but say, "Don't you ask me if I agree?"

Ziyang Zhenjun smiled and said, "How could you not agree? Unless you think Zhou Bai's life is more valuable than yours. He regards the current Sanqing Dao Sect as a relative.

Do you think the success rate of changing his mind within three months and reversing his concepts from childhood to adulthood is a little higher, or do you personally revitalize the pure blood race? Which one is more convenient? More operational?"

"Once the ghosts and gods know your true identity, Zhou Bai is just an option for them."

"Compared to Zhou Bai, the bloodline you represent is more suitable for reproduction of pure blood humans."

Wei Cangsheng nodded: "How do you guarantee that the immortals will not stop me?"

Ziyang Zhenjun said: "They have their opponents and they can't care about you."

When Wei Cangsheng came to the stadium and waited until the eighth day's top ten game began, he saw that one more of the four gods who arrived this time.

A man with long hair shawls, a stubble face, and a middle-aged man always has a gloomy temperament on his face.

A layer of purple in his eyes appeared, and as his eyes turned, lightning seemed to have broken through the sky, causing thunder sounds.

He sat side by side with the ghosts and gods, and the momentum of the two was clearly distinguished, but they were equal. Tianyangzi, Mingyue Immortal, and Qin Zhenren all showed a solemn look on their faces.

This man is Xiang Haochu's father, Xiang Tiandi, the devil-slaying marshal of the Lei tribe.
Chapter completed!