God Killer

The one who spoke was naturally Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian has remained silent all the time. In the eyes of others, Zheng Xian's opinions are no longer important. Whether it is the more and more cultivators from various sects gathered here, or the little ghost born from a real dragon, or the brutal and domineering one born out of nowhere. Laughing a lot, or a crazy monk with crazy thoughts, plus roots on his feet, and an incomparable pox all over his face. None of these people think that Zheng Xian has the ability to choose his own destiny. From their point of view, Zheng Xian just stands obediently In the same place, just wait for them to decide who is better, and then decide his life or death.

Now Zheng Xian came out to tell them the consequences of ignoring him, which is really funny.

"Zheng Xian, what qualifications do you have to talk about the consequences now?" Ghost Horse's voice was full of sternness, he did not expect so many guys to come, and each of these guys had extraordinary means. Originally, he thought he would become a real dragon and spirit fetus After that, I dare not say that I am invincible in this world, but at least I have reached the top level in the state of Gang Qi, but these people in front of me are not simple. Of course, Guima does not think that he is inferior to them. What he has is the power of a real dragon vein, although it is only the remaining veins of the Qing Dynasty, it must not be underestimated.

Zheng Xian smiled and said: "My fate is up to me, and the sky can't control me, let alone you mere mere ones."

These words are too crazy.

All the immortal cultivators looked at Zheng Xian together, and one immortal cultivator was stunned and then said in a low voice: "This is an immortal cultivator, and an immortal cultivator should have the courage to be fearless, and the mind to despise all opponents. No wonder I'm stuck in the alchemy realm and can't make any progress, compared with Zheng Xian, I'm really far behind."

"Hey, what's the use of being so short? No matter how awesome he is, he won't die here safely this time. Even if he doesn't die, he will be caught, skinned, cramped, and tortured endlessly. You must know that there is one person who is here now. He is Zheng Xian's enemy." A monk next to the monk said with a sneer.

The monk who admired Zheng Xian thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the Dao is easy to find, but the heart to uphold the Dao is rare. Faced with such a situation, no matter whether it is arrogant or fearless, this Zheng Xian always There is a heart of upholding the Tao, but unfortunately, this heart will die here today."

Zheng Xian smiled and said, "I'm going to go all the way from here now, whoever stands in front of me and blocks my way will die!"

When Zheng Xian said these words, his eyes, which were slender than ordinary people's, narrowed slightly, and there was nothing in them, obviously he didn't pay attention to anyone in front of him.

Chang Xiao took a deep look at Zheng Xian, then laughed and said: "Okay, he is an interesting guy. If you go to a place as vast as the Xinghai, it is suitable to find a guy like you as a companion. I will make way for you first! But I am very Wondering if you can really get out of here."

"Want to bet?" Zheng Xian's eyes were still blank.

The light in Chang Xiao's eyes flickered slightly, "Okay, I'll bet on your purple gold gourd. Although it will be mine sooner or later, it's always good if you don't grab it."

Zheng Xian seemed to have a plan in mind and said directly: "As long as you have a bet of corresponding value."

Chang Xiao thought for a while, and there really was nothing on him that could compare to the purple gold gourd. After thinking about it, Chang Xiao suddenly smiled and said, "Well, if you can get out of here alive, I'll save you money." Kill all the cultivators, they are all your enemies anyway, and killing them will be of great benefit to you."

Zheng Xiankong's blind eyes finally began to focus, and Chang Xiao's figure was reflected in his eyes.

"it is good."

"Ugly words come first, but I don't like to lose." After Chang Xiao said this, he rose up and returned to his original sitting position, sitting in the air, looking down on all living beings with a big horse.

Zheng Xian's eyes became blank again, and at the same time he stepped forward.

Zheng Xian was not walking fast, step by step, every step was like beating a war drum, sounding the alarm to those who stood in front of him. Logically speaking, the person blocking the way in front of Zheng Xian should have a face full of pimples, but his face was full of pimples and his feet were like The roots of the tree went deep into the ground, and Zheng Xian was at a height of [-] meters, so his face full of pimples couldn't stop Zheng Xian's way.

Standing in front of Zheng Xian was a group of monks from the Ghost Dao Sect.

There are hundreds of monks in the Ghost Dao Sect this time, and the leaders are two great monks in the realm of stellar energy. To be honest, Zheng Xianshou has a purple gold gourd, a fairy artifact to the Great Sword Pavilion, and a Dao artifact-level swamp magic mirror. Not counting the charged particle cannon on the chest of the ultimate battle armor owned by Zheng Xian, Ghost Daomen really didn't want to stand in front of Zheng Xian, and it was best to ask others to test Zheng Xian's depth in this kind of thing.

But they can't retreat now. Once they do, they will be a laughing stock. Zheng Xian, the majestic more than 100 ghost monks, was so frightened that they fled without fighting. Take [-]% of my younger brother's life to exchange life with Zheng Xian.

It was not the first time for the two monks of the Gang Qi realm from the Ghost Dao Sect to see Zheng Xian. Back then, they had watched Zheng Xian fight in and out with the Great Sword Pavilion, killing many monks.

The two great monks in the Gang Qi Realm of the Ghost Dao Sect looked at each other at the same time, and they both saw a trace of fear in each other's eyes.

Zheng Xian had already taken five steps at this time, and each step seemed to be an ordinary step, but it spanned more than ten meters.

A crowd of incomparable oppression came over, the two great monks of the Ghost Dao Sect nodded slightly, and one of them said: "Ghost Dao Sect brother, withdraw!"

The monks around couldn't help being stunned. Originally, they were all waiting to see a good show. Zheng Xian's fight with the ghost gate would always reveal some gaps. It can also kill Zheng Xian.

They hadn't expected that the ghost gate would be so inferior, and they were so frightened by Zheng Xian that they would rather be shy turtles than abandon the ghost gate's face.

All of a sudden, there was booing everywhere, and the disciples of the Ghost Dao Sect retreated to the side in desperation, not daring to raise their faces, completely ashamed and thrown home.

The Ghost Dao Gate got out of the way, and some people were very upset. That was the Dripping Blood Gate behind the Ghost Dao Gate. The Dripping Blood Gate was not as powerful as the Ghost Dao Gate. Only a dozen or so disciples came here this time. In fact, they surrounded Mr. Zheng. The circle is divided into three layers. The first layer is those masters of first-rate sects, such as ghosts, poisonous sects, and longevity gates. After this circle, there are some second-rate sects. Some are even random cultivators who come to take advantage of it.

The Blood Dropping Sect is far inferior to the Ghost Dao Sect. Seeing Zheng Xian approaching step by step, all the disciples of the Blood Dropping Sect became nervous. If everyone went up to attack Zheng Xian in a frenzy, they would definitely be unambiguous. They must kill him, but asking them to face Zheng Xian alone now is like killing them. Everyone thinks that Zheng Xian must die here today, but no one wants to pay a heavy price.

The disciples of Dripping Blood Sect became more and more nervous, and one of them said in a low voice: "Let's retreat too, risking our lives, it's unwise to trade our lives for lives. The most important thing is, let's kill Mr. Zheng, When the time comes, other sects will rush over like a pack of wolves fighting for food, maybe they will die in vain.

The big cultivator in the Gang Qi realm looked at Zheng Xian, who was coming steadily, and looked at everything, and then looked at the Ghost Daomen who was sitting aside and sitting shrunken. Finally, Uncle Mao stomped his feet and waved his hand. The disciples of the blood sect couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and followed Master Mao to step aside one after another.

Zheng Xianbing didn't cut blood, he just walked a few hundred meters, and the monks of the two sects avoided it. It would be unbelievable if he said it.

The two sects of monks would rather be shameless than Zheng Xian to stop Zheng Xian. At this time, many monks felt that Zheng Xian's intelligence was frightening.

Zheng Xianming said that those who blocked the road would die, which sounded extremely arrogant, but in fact he divided the monks surrounding him into two, one was for those who blocked him, and the other was for others.

Zheng Xian's words made the monks outside his frontal path stand by and wait for the sects blocking Zheng Xian's path to die. This made Zheng Xian lose a lot of enemies at once. The thousands of monks who surrounded them were a hundred times better.

As the Blood Dropping Gate retreated, boos sounded from all around again, but the boos became a little weaker than before.

The sects behind the Dripping Blood Gate are even smaller. Although they are also a dense crowd, there are four sects crowded here. Brothers of these four sects, you look at me and I look at you, and no one wants to run away. After going out to be cannon fodder, they immediately dispersed, and the road in front of Zheng Xian was like a ox plow breaking through the ground, and a straight passage was dodged.

A dry cough sounded in an extremely bad mood.

Chang Xiao, who was suspended in the air, said with a smile: "I said that I don't like to lose. I forgot to tell you. I don't like those who cause me to lose even more."

As he spoke, Chang Xiao swayed slightly in the air, and came behind the ghost gate with a whoosh, followed by stumps flying and blood splashing.

No one can see what Chang Xiao is doing, what can be seen is Chang Xiao's head exposed by cutting off the wheat layer by layer on the ground.

A moment later, Chang Xiao walked out behind the ghost gate, stepped over hundreds of ghost disciples, and came to the front of the ghost gate, and saw that Chang Xiao had a bunch of things in his hand.

It looks like red grapes from a distance, but when you get closer, you find that what Chang Xiao is holding is a bunch of fresh, steaming human heads.

They are all the heads of ghost disciples.

Chang Xiao threw these heads at the two great monks of the Gang Qi realm of the Ghost Dao Sect, and the two big monks quickly caught the heads of at least twenty ghost disciples.

"How dare you kill my ghost brother!"

Chang Xiao ignored their yelling, but grinned and said: "It seems that there is no chance to watch a play leisurely. This time, I will be a shepherd and drive these little sheep to swallow that big bad wolf!"