Two Worlds: The Demon Cultivator Mistakenly Enters the Lord's World

Chapter 1: The Demon Cultivator Falls to the Ground and Gets Whipped

Lords of the world.

day.

Inside Black Stone Village.

A group of farmers holding dung forks, under the command of a young man in short sleeves, were interrogating a young man in black shirt who was tied to a tree.

"Clap clap clap!"

The whip dipped in salt water was used to whip Lu Feng again and again.

The severe pain gradually cleared his chaotic consciousness.

"Where am I?"

"Am I not cultivating in Xuanyin Temple?"

"Who's whipping me?"

This little bit of physical pain was not enough to scare Lu Feng.

Having been a blood-path demon cultivator for seven or eight years, he had experienced all kinds of storms.

Just to cultivate the magic skill "Blood Shadow Magic", Lu Feng peeled off his own skin alive.

Then he inserted 365 golden needles into the acupuncture points all over the body, refining the flesh and blood, turning them into a blood shadow that merged into the skin.

Compared to that kind of pain, being whipped was not even a tickle.

The key is what exactly happened, something seems to be wrong.

He seems to have traveled through time again!
"Hurry up and tell me the technique you've been practicing. I can give you a quick death, or I'll let you experience the ten most brutal tortures of my hometown!"

The young man in short sleeves had a fierce look on his face. Seeing Lu Feng gradually waking up, he asked loudly.

His voice was a little noisy.

Lu Feng raised his head slightly, staring at the short-sleeved young man who was speaking with his bloodshot eyes.

This man is the leader of these dull farmers.

I don’t know who he is or what his abilities are.

Could it be some righteous master from Liang State?

The Heavenly Master of Longhu Temple and the high monk of Vajra Temple.
Otherwise, how could he be practicing in his Xuanyin Temple just a moment ago, and then be tied to a tree and whipped in the blink of an eye?

Although the whip didn't hurt, it still made Lu Feng feel a little uncomfortable.

As if satisfying Lu Feng's curiosity, suddenly, the air above the short-sleeved young man's head twisted and changed, and a line of words appeared out of thin air.

[Heishi Village Chief——Zhuo Yufei (One-star blank)]

The red text clearly shows the enemy.

If he hadn't seen the health bar, Lu Feng would have thought he had traveled through time again, and into a game world.

In addition to the Blackrock Village chief with a one-star on his head, there were twenty-five farmers holding dung forks and an iron can wrapped in full body plate armor beside him.

【Farmer--(Sporadic)】

[Iron Swordsman--(One-star blank)]

Without exception, they are all bright red text.

It seems that they are all his enemies.

If it’s an enemy, then it’s easy!
As a blood-path demon cultivator, Lu Feng is best at killing people!
"These people don't seem to be very strong!"

While observing the enemy situation, Lu Feng was also secretly checking his own situation.

In such a situation, you have to rely on yourself.

His body was weak and exhausted, as if he had fought with the fox spirit from Cuiyue Tower for three days and three nights, and his energy had been drained away.

The bones in his hands and feet were broken and he couldn't move them.

The broken bones pierced into the flesh, and waves of intense pain spread to the brain.

There was a hole in his stomach, his dantian was pierced, and his scapula was locked with the iron hook used by butchers to hang pigs.

It feels a bit like peeling off my skin and practicing the Blood Shadow Magic.

If an ordinary cultivator practices the correct method and cultivates true qi, starting from the Dantian acupoint, he will be tormented like this and his practice will be broken. All his cultivation will be wasted and he will be at the mercy of others.

However, for Lu Feng, who practiced the Blood Shadow Divine Art, these injuries were just superficial.

It's just a fatal injury, there's still hope of recovery.

The Blood Shadow Divine Art cultivates the Blood Shadow Qi, which begins in the blood throughout the body and flows through the skin, blood and bones.

As long as there is blood in his body, his cultivation will remain.

With a little practice, the true energy began to flow, and Lu Feng felt the slightly weak true energy of the Blood Shadow Divine Art.

His Blood Shadow Divine Art cultivation remained intact, and he was still the Blood Dao Demon Cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training who dominated Liang State's Dongping County. [Master of Xuanyin Temple (Blood Dao Demon Cultivator) - Lu Feng (One-Star Silver)]
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As if confirming what he was thinking, Lu Feng "saw" his own message without even looking up.

This information also has a foldable and hidden part, and it seems that you can see more detailed information about your own situation.

"Is this the most common personal panel in previous life novels?"

Lu Feng pondered secretly and was about to check more detailed personal information.

Zhuo Yufei, the village chief of Heishi Village, who had been using threats and inducements in front of him, could no longer wait.

"Damn it, you're taking my words for granted! Nong Yi, come up, grab your dung fork and burst his eggs! Make him suffer!"

Zhuo Yufei waved his hand, and a farmer with a dull look immediately stepped forward.

Holding a black dung fork that smelled a bit of dung, he was about to poke it into Lu Feng's lower body.

If this stab hits him, it will be terrible.

This is related to a lifetime of happiness.

At this moment, Lu Feng no longer had the intention to check more personal information and delay time.

Lu Feng's mind moved, and he mobilized the blood shadow true energy in his body and prepared the spell.

"Blood Attraction Technique!"

As soon as the farmer holding the dung fork got within three feet of Lu Feng, he suddenly felt his heart beating "bang bang bang" as if it was overloaded and couldn't calm down.

Wow!

High-pressure blood rushed into the brain, and the farmer holding the dung fork suddenly felt dizzy, his skin turned red, and he fell to the ground with bulging eyes.

Snapped!
Suddenly, an explosion was heard from the farmer lying on the ground, and then a large cloud of blood mist, along with all the energy in the farmer's body, spurted out from all the orifices of his skin.

"Suck--"

Lu Feng sucked hard, and the blood mist drilled into Lu Feng's stomach like a red snake, and its body was like a blood demon, devouring it in an instant.

A faint blush appeared on Lu Feng's skin, which was pale due to blood loss.

His face was covered with a look of disdain, and he licked his lips with a scarlet tongue: "Bah! Poor peasant, it's unpalatable!"

Whether it is Liang State or this inexplicable Black Stone Village.

The taste of the farmer's food is as bad as ever.

Lu Feng shook his head.

In front of him, the farmer who was just alive and kicking had turned into a shriveled corpse.

"What did you do to him?"

Seeing the miserable condition of the farmer, Zhuo Yufei, the village chief of Black Stone Village, changed his expression and immediately moved the armored swordsman to his front.

"All the farmers, come on, stab him to death!"

The development of the situation was somewhat beyond the expectations of Village Chief Zhuo Yufei.

There is something wrong with the abbot of Xuanyin Temple.

The information clearly stated that he was a Taoist priest, so why did he use such strange methods?

Voodoo spell?

Necromancy?

With so many restrictions in place, they can still cast spells and kill people?!

The spellcaster should not be underestimated!

Zhuo Yufei is not an arrogant person, and crises are everywhere in the lord world.

He was the chief of a small Black Stone Village, just a little Karami with low abilities.

"Since I can't subdue him, and I can't obtain his cultivation techniques, I'll just kill him to eliminate future trouble. I can also get a few soul coins. It would be even better if he can also get a skill light ball."

A trace of regret flashed through Zhuo Yufei's mind, and then he made the most correct choice.

More than twenty clumsy farmers holding dung forks surrounded Lu Feng, who was still tied to the tree.

They were not in a hurry to get close to Lu Feng.

Instead, under Zhuo Yufei's command, he bent down and picked up the stones from the ground.

The world of lords is not a game, but reality.

Faced with an enemy with unknown spells that could quickly kill farmers at close range, Zhuo Yufei decisively chose the most primitive long-range attack method of throwing stones.

“Locals, how rude!”

Seeing the enemy's quick wit, Lu Feng secretly cursed the village chief of Black Stone Village for having no martial ethics.

This immediately thwarted his idea of ​​sucking a few more farmers' blood to restore his strength.

(End of this chapter)