God Killer

The so-called praying mantis catching cicadas and orioles are behind, all the cultivators and sects are staring at Zheng Xian at this moment, but they don't know that ordinary people are staring at them at this time, waiting for the cultivators to gather together and catch them all.

Zheng Xian took a step first, and the monks around him also took a step. It seemed that they wanted to follow Zheng Xian to the end of the world, which made Zheng Xian feel tiresome.

It would be easy if someone stopped him, but unfortunately Zheng Xian had a smooth road ahead, no immortal cultivator appeared in front of his path, and even those big monks in the state of stellar energy hid on both sides.

Zheng Xian suddenly accelerated and flew forward like thunder, and the surrounding immortal practitioners naturally would not let go of Zheng Xian's fat mouth.

Zheng Xian flew fast, and the surrounding monks were in the same level as Zheng Xian. Even if he was a little slower than Zheng Xian, it would not be completely irreparable.

Most of the cultivators surrounded Zheng Xian on both sides, as if they were escorting him.

Zheng Xian flew so fast, the surrounding cultivators secretly groaned in their hearts, they didn't have Zheng Xian's magic mirror in the swamp, although they couldn't be thrown off by Zheng Xian for a while, but after a long time, they would definitely be the first to be unable to bear it.

At this time, the elders of many sects communicated with each other, and their lips moved lightly, but no one around could hear what they said.

The elders of these factions seemed to be arguing about something, and the expressions on their faces were quite fierce.

All the disciples in the surrounding sect kept silent, trying to figure out what the elders were saying in their minds. The thing that could cause these elders to quarrel now must be related to the capture of Zheng Xian, but it is definitely not an easy task to capture Zheng Xian There is definitely a price to be paid for things. This price is often life, even the lives of many people. Even if they don't know what the elders are arguing at this time, they can roughly understand that it must be about who will die first After all, if they keep flying like this, they must be the ones who suffer in the end.

Now they only hope that their elders can be of some use, and they will not be sent out to die as cannon fodder. A few of them have begun to show their lack of cultivation at this time, and they are gradually being left behind by the big team.

In the beginning, some monks still had sarcasm in their hearts, thinking that so-and-so was nothing more than that, and they even regarded him as an enemy for life, but now these people's brains are wide open, and they feel that they are far inferior to those who are left behind.

But just when they were about to follow suit, there were a few screams from the back of the team, and all the monks looked over in amazement, only to see Chang Xiao who didn't know when he appeared behind the team, and didn't know how he made the move. Seven or eight monks who fell last were killed.

Many monks were furious, and they planned to kill Chang Xiao first.

But all the elders looked back at Chang Xiao, and stopped talking. These elders knew in their hearts that if Chang Xiao was not there, their team chasing and killing Zheng Xian would have dispersed long ago, and it would be useless for Chang Xiao to kill a few There is nothing wrong with cultivators or monks who harbor ghosts.

Several elders didn't open their mouths, and all the monks couldn't help shutting up when they thought about the scene where Chang Xiao didn't know how to twist the head off, not because they didn't want to kill Chang Xiao, but because they didn't dare to do it.

Originally thought that Chang Xiao could just kill a few monks, but unexpectedly Chang Xiao went crazy, chasing and beheading the lagging monks, Chang Xiao was like a shark chasing after a school of fish, as long as he fell behind a little, he would definitely Killed by a shark.

Several elders couldn't help turning their heads again, this Chang Xiao was too ruthless, they sent voice transmissions one after another, reached a consensus, after killing Zheng Xian, they must kill this Liao!

At this time, the lagging cultivators didn't dare to fall behind any more, and rushed forward one after another, for fear of being slaughtered by Chang Xiao. Those guys who originally thought they were pretending to be behind were very clever, and now they shook their heads, thinking to themselves, this gang Guys are smart but not smart, and they seem to have forgotten the things they once wanted to pretend to be behind.

A group of elders finally negotiated a result.

These elders flew over from all directions and gathered together. The monks around widened their eyes to see what these elders were going to do. Then one of the elders took out a porcelain jar the size of a watermelon from his arms, and then stretched out his hand to the elders. With the next grab, a stone more than one meter long was grabbed directly from the ground a hundred meters below.

The finger swiped lightly, directly cutting the big stone into thirteen small pieces, each of which was square, and one of them had a red mark on it, and then fell into the porcelain jar clangingly.

The thirteen elders, representing the thirteen sects, released their divine thoughts into the locked porcelain jars one after another, so that no one could cheat, and once they cheated, it would be known to the other twelve people immediately.

Originally thought that these elders had been arguing for a long time and had already reached a conclusion, but they didn't expect that there would still be a lottery to decide. The monks around all had quite uncomfortable expressions on their faces.

These monks were all nervous, if their elders were unlucky, wouldn't they be sent to die?

The group of monks watched the elders grab a square stone from the porcelain jar without breath, and then all stared at the expressions on their elders' faces.

When a disciple of the British family saw the expression of his elders as if he was eating shit, his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

Sure enough, Yi Han, an elder of the British clan, flew back slowly with a gloomy face.

The elders of the other sects had happy expressions on their faces. Although they didn't say much after returning to their respective sects, their eyes drifted towards Yi Han, and the joy in them was self-evident.

All the disciples of the British clan looked at Elder Yi and did not dare to ask questions. Elder Yi's livid face showed that he was in a very bad mood now.

Yiying itself is not a famous sect. It was only a medium-sized school in the fairy world. Now its strength has increased a little, but it can barely maintain its current status. The more than 100 disciples in front of it are Yiying. The most elite force among them, not to mention losing all of them, even if half of them are lost, it is not something a British family can bear.

Elder Yi was silent for a moment and then said: "A disciple of the British clan listened to the order and harassed Zheng Xian from all around for a while, slowed down his speed, and ignored the words of other monks. We have done our best to do this."

Elder Yi's words made the disciples of the British tribe feel a little relieved. It would not be difficult for them to interfere with Zheng Xian from both sides. They didn't think there was anything scary about Zheng Xian.

Obviously the content of the lottery is not so simple, but if Elder Yi blatantly reneges, it is too late for them to be happy. As for the words of other sects, are words more important than survival?

The disciples of the British race rushed to catch up with Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian had seen the elders of various sects chasing him while flying and drawing lots. Now, seeing these monks flying towards him, he thought they were going to stop him, but he didn't expect these guys to be so ruthless. , did not dare to approach him at all, but followed him on both sides.

Zheng Xian now feels like he is rafting in a small river surrounded by mountains, with towering mountains made up of monks on both sides and even behind him.

Just as Zheng Xian was thinking about speeding up again, the disciples of the British tribe on both sides suddenly made a fuss and fired light bullets at Zheng Xian. The most powerful supernatural power of the British tribe is called vitality bullets, and these vitality bullets are gathered in the palm of their hands. Among them, after launching, don't touch anything, once you touch it, it will explode immediately. There may be tens of thousands of light needles in it, or it may directly explode a kind of corrosive gas, which is extremely corrosive. In short, as long as you see it It is the wisest choice to avoid this light bomb.

There are more than 120 monks in the British family, and [-] monks are attacking at this time. They are going to intercept Zheng Xian, so they can't attack all of them at once. maximum distraction.

Zheng Xian saw that these guys were only besieging him from a distance, but they didn't dare to go forward, so he narrowed his slender eyes slightly. To deal with these attacks, you have to consume vitality and energy.

Zheng Xian's biggest advantage is that he has the magic mirror of the swamp, which has the power of a world for him to extract, and the biggest advantage of the monks around him is that there are many people. The power provided by the incomplete world may not be able to support Zheng Xian to the end.

Zheng Xian dodged more than a dozen vitality bombs one after another, but in the end there were three vitality bombs that he couldn't avoid, so he had to explode those three vitality bombs with a snap of his fingers.

Two of the three vitality bombs are filled with poisonous mist, and the other is sprayed with golden needles. Fortunately, the cultivators who used these three magical powers are only average. The steel needles and poisonous mist inside are only average for Zheng Xian. , is completely defensible.

After the first attack, there was another wave of attacks. Now this group of British monks is divided into three waves and uses long-distance magical powers to attack Zheng Xian from a distance. Zheng Xian has become a living target. Zheng Xian must find a breakthrough point. Come out, continue to be passive like this, the situation is quite bad.

Zheng Xian glanced at the hundreds of monks of the British tribe. These monks were quite dense, and those monks who were on the sides of Zheng Xian had already given up their positions on the sides.

Therefore, there were sixty monks on the left of Zheng Xian, and sixty monks on the right, taking turns to attack from left to right.

Zheng Xian said: "Marsh, can that guy use it now?" The one only nodded to Zheng Xian's gentle face and said: "It can be used, but I can completely resist such an attack, really. There's no need to use that guy."

Zheng Xian smiled and said: "I haven't tried to use that thing since I got it last time. You must know that it took nearly a year for the two of us to suppress him together. Now this situation just happens to take him out." Come out and demonstrate it, speaking of it, I have been looking forward to the power of that thing!" After finishing speaking, Zheng Xian looked at the insidious man who was chasing after him. After Xiaosheng was killed by Chang Xiao, he never made a sound. Disciple.