God Killer

Zheng Xian sprayed out a line of bright red blood and flew all the way backwards, and finally hit the killing field light curtain with a bang. At this time, thousands of scales exploded on Zheng Xian's body, flying in all directions, and even the colonization armor exploded and shattered.

Master Hong Jing used all his strength and all his anger for this punch, that is to say, the ultimate battle armor and the colony armor are really good, otherwise this punch could blow Zheng Xian to death, no matter how strong Restoration is useless.

The master of the red mirror laughed wildly, and the entire arena was covered by the laughter of the master of the red mirror.At the same time, the stele crystal on Master Hongjing's body began to grow wildly in a large area, and the magic mirror of the swamp flew over, getting close to the stele crystal, and instantly blending into the stele crystal.

After the master of the red mirror successfully casts the stele, it should be a round mirror.

The beautiful hammer still has the last ray of spiritual consciousness that has not been destroyed. Zheng Xian is only a little bit away from destroying the spirituality of the beautiful hammer, just a little bit short of hair.

The hearts of the upper and lower dragon and tiger alchemy gates are all cold, like falling into a well in the cold winter.

Zhenjun Zhenggong pushed Jingshui violently, motioning for Qingshui to run away!

Jing Shui gritted his teeth and was about to escape.

Master Hongjing showed a ferocious smile on his face, and said in a chilly voice between his teeth: "Zheng Xian, Zheng Xian, how do you plan to die?"

Zheng Xian wiped away the blood from his mouth and muttered silently in his mouth.

five……

Four……

Master Hongjing sneered jokingly and said, "What are you doing? Are you afraid of dying? Are you counting down the last days of your life?"

Zheng Xian spat out a mouthful of blood, rubbed his bloody stomach and said, "Unfortunately, it's only a little bit short, and you can succeed in casting a monument just by a little bit!"

Master Hongjing raised his eyebrows, laughed heartily and said, "You're wrong, it's just a little short, you can stop me from casting a monument, don't you see that the monument crystal on my body has begun to condense?" Is it gone?"

Zheng Xian opened the corner of his mouth and laughed.

Master Hongjing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the colorful hammer in his hand suddenly exploded with a bang, blasting the already dying colorful hammer to pieces.

The last thread of the Mottled Hammer's spiritual thought was blown to pieces, and disappeared in an instant, without even uttering a scream.

Things like bombs are definitely rare in this world. The monks judge threats with the power of vitality. For things like bombs that do not have any fluctuations in vitality, even if the ignited fuse is placed in front of them, they will not Will care, to put it bluntly they do not have this knowledge.

The power of the bomb removed from the red mech is really nothing to the Master of the Red Mirror. At most, it can only blow up his palms to blackness. It can't even damage the skin of his Swamp Demon Armor. It was like a little firecracker exploding.

But it was such a small bomb like a firecracker that had no threat to Master Hongjing, which cut off Master Hongjing's hope of casting a monument.

The man on the red mirror stood there blankly, unable to believe it, he had no idea what happened, and then an unspeakable heartache bloomed from the deepest part of his heart, from the deepest part of his soul.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……

Master Hongjing's screams burst like a volcanic eruption, rumbling, and the pillars in the surrounding killing field flickered with the screams.

At the same time, the stele crystal on Master Hongjing's body began to explode, like fireworks during the New Year's festival, blooming endlessly on Master Hongjing's body.

Only a line away, only a line away, only a line away!

With only one line left, Master Hong Jing will be able to cast a monument successfully!

However, just such a line, Master Hongjing fell from heaven to hell!

The stele crystal full of blood, the stele crystal full of anger, burst into pieces at the same time, the blood surged and the anger surged.

Blood and fire devour each other.

Everything erupts in an instant, and then goes away in an instant. The accumulation of thousands of years, the desire of thousands of years, disappears into dregs in an instant at the place closest to success, which catches people off guard.

Everything was like a long wind blowing, and it returned to calm in an instant.

The master in the red mirror hangs in the air, the expression on his face is heartbreaking at first sight.

Hundreds of years ago, Master Hongjing lost his Taoist companion who grew up with him as a childhood sweetheart. Today, Master Hongjing lost his only partner, Banyan Hammer, who accompanied him through countless ups and downs!

The heart of Master Hongjing was broken, not entirely because of the inability to cast a stele, but more because of the departure of his friends who had witnessed his countless glory and pain. From then on, he was left alone in this world up.If you fail to cast a stele, you can try again, but if your friend dies, what should you do?

At this moment, Master Hong Jing felt that casting a stele was not important at all, he would rather not cast a stele, and hoped to get back that dull colorful hammer!

However, everything is irreparable!

Angry, angry, angry!

Anger burrowed through the heart of the man on the red mirror like thousands of poisonous snakes, tore his internal organs, and came out from every pore in his body.

revenge!

Master Hongjing's one-eyed stabbed towards Zheng Xian like a sharp sword!

Then Master Hongjing saw the back of Zheng Xian who wanted to run away!

This bastard kid did such a thing, but he still wants to escape?

Where in the world has there been such a cheap thing?

Master Hongjing uttered a desperate roar like a wounded beast, moved his body, and in an instant he was behind Zheng Xian, and slammed his fist hard on Zheng Xian's back.

Zheng Xian originally wanted to take advantage of Master Red Police being hit hard to escape from the killing field along the passage that Master Hong Jing came in. After all, Zheng Xian would have a chance to fish in troubled waters outside.The more people there are, the safer it is for Zheng Xian.

It's a pity that Zheng Xian was punched by Master Hongjing before he escaped from the killing field.

He directly smashed Zheng Xian down from the air, and exploded on the ground like a cannonball.

Master Hongjing chased after Zheng Xian's figure, but found that there was no one under the big hole that was smashed out in the smoke and dust.

Apparently Zheng Xian played with the invisibility method he had played before again.

Master Red Mirror was furious, and with a wave of his hand, the magic mirror of the swamp immediately spun. Zheng Xian, whose body was dripping with blood, was about to run away.

Zheng Xian, who lost the protection of the ultimate battle armor, was almost killed by Master Hong Jing's punch. At this time, Zheng Xian was supported by a large handful of jade coins thrown in his mouth.

Jie Jie sneered on the red mirror, he wanted to dig out Zheng Xian's heart!

The figure on the red mirror suddenly disappeared in place, and then appeared behind Zheng Xian. He removed Zheng Xian's withdrawal scroll and threw it aside, and grabbed Zheng Xian's neck with the other hand.

At this time, Zheng Xian no longer has two layers of armor on his body, only himself, how can he stand up to the pinching of Master Hongjing?

The eyes of the little holy ghoul of the Vicious Gate who watched the battle from a distance could not help but flash. Zheng Xian had no armor to isolate the outside world, and with the opening of a gap in the killing field, the identity of Zheng Xian's servant could not be hidden at all. The little holy ghoul's face With a surprised expression, "This guy is actually a servant of their sinister sect? Who does he belong to? What exactly is he doing?"

Layers of corpse energy began to wash away from the ghoul's body. For him, since Zheng Xian was a servant of their sinister sect, there was no reason for him to be killed by outsiders, and it was up to the owner to beat a dog.

The ghoul was about to make a move, but Zheng Xian turned around abruptly, and a bottle in his hand smashed on the head of Master Hongjing with a bang.

This way of smashing people is like fighting in the market place, and it is almost no different from local hooligans. Master Hongjing has grabbed Zheng Xian's neck at this time, completely ignoring Zheng Xian's dying struggle. The more Zheng Xian struggled, The happier he is, the happier he is!

Master Hong Jing laughed loudly, a cultivator in the fractal realm could only reach this level after breaking away from those strange armors.

"I will fill you with pain and never..."

Before Master Hongjing could fully spit out his words, he felt an unspeakable burning on the top of his head, a pain that pierced the depths of his soul.

The little holy ghost who was about to do something frowned slightly, and an elder next to him whispered, "It's Po Meng's Tanghuangquanshui."

The ghost corpse suddenly showed its entire row of white teeth, and said with a smile: "I know who this guy is, Tong Hu's servant, no matter what, if he wants to capture him alive, even if he becomes an enemy with Hong Jingdao from then on, he will do it anyway." Don't hesitate! He has a bridge between the fairy world and the mortal world!"

Mengpo soup can stimulate the soul most, it can make the soul suffer from pain, but at the level of Master Hongjing, this kind of stimulation is nothing to him. The sting is wiped out.

But his Swamp Demon Armor is not good. The Swamp Demon Armor is composed of souls condensed one by one. When this Mengpo soup is poured on it, it is like a match has been thrown into the powder keg. With a bang, the whole powder keg explodes immediately. open.

Zheng first poured out a bottle of Mengpo soup, which was not enough, and then another bottle.

The soul on the Red Mirror's Swamp Demon Armor let out an extremely painful scream, thousands of people cried and howled like ghosts and wolves, the sound even shook the entire arena.

Master Hong Jing, who was in the swamp armor, snorted coldly, and wanted to remove the obstructing swamp armor. To kill Zheng Xian, there was no need to use the swamp armor!

However, Master Hongjing suddenly discovered that the Swamp Demon Armor was not in control, and couldn't be removed?

Immediately afterwards, a thought full of insidious resentment was born from the magic armor in the swamp. This kind of resentment was like a fire, but it made Master Hongjing feel cold all over his body.

It was this resentment that controlled the Swamp Demon Armor, causing the Swamp Demon Armor to disobey Master Hong Jing's command.

Master Hong Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly remembered the soul that had just been born from the swamp armor that he beheaded not long ago.

Oops!

The Swamp Demon Armor is originally composed of countless souls. It is very easy for such a battle armor to hide a divine sense of its own, just like walking through thousands of caves. Naturally, people can slowly kill this spiritual thought, but Master Hongjing was worried about the colorful hammer at the time, and didn't have time to clean it carefully, thinking that he would do it after killing Zheng Xian.

Originally, this was nothing, a subtle divine thought could not do anything, and it did not threaten him at all.

But Zheng Xian's Mengpo Tang Huangquanshui, like pulling out seedlings to encourage growth, urges up this thread-like residual spiritual sense!

The greatest effect of Meng Po soup is to make the soul become stronger and stronger by constantly torturing the soul. Meng Po soup is a great tonic for the Swamp Demon Armor, even though it is extremely painful!

Hehehehe, the Swamp Demon Armor is like a newborn baby. How could he not feel resentment after being drowned? Killed, this kind of resentment, the Yellow River can't wash it away.

The magic mirror of the swamp also flew over, and suddenly shattered into more than a dozen pieces, which were inlaid on the armor of the swamp.

All the millions of souls on the Swamp Demon Armor trembled. Originally, each of the spirits was composed of gold and iron beads, but now it looked like aquatic plants on the seabed, dancing crazily.

Then these spirits suddenly drilled down and began to bite the flesh of the person on the red mirror.

All the immortal cultivators present did not expect this change. At this critical moment, Master Hong Jing's swamp armor actually started to attack its master!

For those who don't know why, they thought it was Zheng Xian's terrible murder, that is, the many immortal cultivators of the Yin Poison Sect could vaguely guess what kind of mysterious turning point happened.

Seeing the man in the red mirror roaring again and again, as if diving under the sea and being entangled in seaweed, he kept waving his arms in the air, layers of qi from his body sprayed out like flames, but it couldn't hurt the swamp demon armor at all. This scene is really shocking.

There is no more aggrieved existence in the world than Master Hongjing.

He is a great cultivator who has become extremely powerful, a supreme being with thousands of disciples, an existence who is about to cast a monument to reach the pinnacle of the human race, and an old fritters who have been famous for hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years, but he can't kill Zheng Zheng in any case. First of all, Zheng Xian made him so embarrassed that he was on the verge of death, and even the armor he painstakingly refined would kill the master in the end.

It can be said that the more he tried to kill Zheng Xian, the more suffering he would suffer and the more miserable his end would be.

Reminiscent of the various encounters of the Dragon and Tiger Danmen since they approached Chang Xiao, the three big characters clearly appeared in Zhenggong Zhenjun's heart - broom star!

The broom star whose tail swept a thousand miles!