God Killer

The blood-mouthed lion opened up the organ that has no mouth but only the throat, and a torrent of suction power gushes out from it. What he is best at is devouring the opponent's magic weapon, and his stomach is the best thing for refining treasure , everything will be completely melted and wiped out by the chaotic world in his stomach.

At this moment, with a puff, a pile of black mud-like things stuck him firmly, the blood-mouthed lion was slightly taken aback, a little inexplicable, but great fear arose in his heart, and then he felt severe pain all over his body , those muds are constantly devouring his body, chewing his skin, and extending downwards, the blood-mouthed male lion screams again and again, and the already wide mouth is constantly devouring these muds, in his opinion, no matter what , as long as it enters his stomach, it is considered to have entered the grave, but this time it was beyond his expectation. After the mud entered his stomach, the chaotic world began to devour his chaotic world. What happened, the Blood-Mouth Lion quickly used all his strength to suppress the mud. However, no matter how strong the Blood-Mouth Lion is alone, how can he face the power of the world of eighteen levels of hell in the magic mirror of the swamp? ?

Zheng Xian received the blood-mouthed lion, and turned to look at the monk who was still a little silly.

Guo Mu regained his composure and exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Zheng!"

Zheng Xian nodded with a smile: "I know it's me, so I just commit suicide!"

The eyes of more than 50 monks behind Guomu are full of gloom, and there is a trace of panic that is suppressed as much as possible. If you don't know it, you will never believe that a monk who is a Dancheng monk can lead fifty monks who are alchemy. The big monk was afraid, but Zheng Xian was indeed a terrifying existence. If the cultivators of the Poisonous Sect didn't pay much attention to Zheng Xian a few days ago, now all the monks of the Poisonous Sect have regarded Zheng Xian as the underworld. The only Monument Forge monk who is alive and able to walk around.

Seeing Zheng Xian is second only to seeing the mortal who killed the god back then.

Guo Mu yelled unlucky, with a sneer on his face and said: "Mr. Zheng, the grievances between you and our sect will be settled sooner or later!" Then Guo Mu was afraid that Zheng Xian would interrupt, and said in a hurry: "Let's go!"

Even if you leave, you have to leave the scene behind, otherwise it will be too embarrassing.

The other cultivators of the Vicious Sect had been waiting for Guomu's words for a long time. When Guomu almost spoke about us, the cultivators of the Vicious Sect behind him had already turned around and left.

The cultivators who were scared away by the insidious door in the distance couldn't help but stop at this moment, turned their heads to look, each of them was so happy that they almost clapped their hands, the insidious door also has today!deserve it!

"Don't hurry, I'll take care of food and drink here, for the rest of my life, stay here!" Zheng Xian's tone was as cold as a sword, and then a blood-red round mirror rose above Zheng Xian's head, and a world flew out of the mirror. , With a bang, he swallowed those more than 50 vicious monks.

As long as you enter Zheng Xian's eighteenth hell, you will be torn and killed by the suffering creatures in the eighteenth hell in an instant.

Only the little sage named Guomu had some tricks. When the [-]th floor of hell fell down like a net, he turned around and fled, and disappeared into the dense forest below.

Zheng Xian was not in a hurry, he sacrificed the treasure vase of listening to the truth, and the light in it spewed out, looking at the large forest in front of him, Zheng Xian couldn't help admiring, even Zheng Xian had to admit that the other party's methods were superb.

No wonder this little sage is called Fruit Tree, and he really merged with the forest under his feet. In Zheng Xian's eyes, the fruit tree has been disintegrated into strips of flesh and insects, the number of which must be tens of thousands. If it weren't for the fact that there are no souls born in this forest, although Zheng Xian's listening treasure bottle can see these meat and insects, but the number of insects in the forest is unknown, Zheng Xian would not be able to dig them out one by one, or even Treat them as the incarnation of the fruit tree, turn a blind eye and be escaped by the fruit tree.

But in this forest, Fruit Tree's tricks are like lice on a bald head.

Zheng Xian said with a smile: "It's your bad luck!"

The Tiancongyun sword drilled out of Zheng Xian's veins, and danced around Zheng Xian.

"Split light!" With Zheng Xian's soft shout, dealing with a guy like Guo Mu is not worth Zheng Xian's use of the fairy weapon to the Great Sword Pavilion.

The Tiancongyun sword suddenly stretched and enlarged following the word split light, and turned into a huge sword tens of meters wide and narrow to hundreds of meters long, suspended above Zheng Xian's head, and then the sword made a clanging sound, and shot out a Dao Xiaojian, these small swords shot into the forest with ear-piercing screams, perhaps 2 because the blades were too small, the forest was safe and sound, and there was no change at all, and then those small swords flew out, each small A small dying flesh or worm was inserted into the sword.

Zheng Xian directly swallowed all the meat and insects into the magic mirror of the swamp, and fed them as food to the swamp.

Everything ended like this, and the monks watching from a distance still felt a little unresponsive, with dull expressions on their faces.

Then they all shook their heads one by one, their whole bodies were covered in frost, trembling unceasingly, because they found that Zheng Xian was looking towards them, there was no emotion in Zheng Xian's eyes, it was as cold as a bottomless cave , can swallow them in one gulp at any time, and perish forever.

But this gaze just swept over them, and then Zheng Xian withdrew his gaze and flew away into the distance.

It took a long time for the monks to breathe a sigh of relief. They patted their stiff and cold limbs with goose bumps on them. Even if they encountered the existence of the realm of casting monuments, they would not feel such fear. The killing of gods is as terrible as mortals.

Now that the cultivators of the Poison Sect are all dead, these cultivators are naturally overjoyed. Seeing that Zheng Xian has disappeared, these cultivators have acquainted each other, and they all showed surprise expressions, then turned their heads and plunged into the big forest. Prepare to feast on big chunks.

Who knew that just after they flew into the forest, the entire forest disintegrated into ashes in an instant, turning into a cloud of smoke and dust all over the sky.

Looking at the towering emerald green trees, and the wild flowers and tender grass all over the ground dissipating and disintegrating, a group of monks stood silently among them.

Zheng Xiancai's lightsaber had already wiped out the entire forest, but the sword was too fast and too strong, so the forest was still well preserved. As they entered and brought the atmosphere, the entire forest was wiped out like a dream.

Looking down from the sky, there is a huge gap in the huge jungle world, and a cloud of smoke and dust is billowing like a tide and scattered everywhere...

In the distance, a sword-wielding cultivator rushed over, but he saw a green forest from a distance, so he knew he was late, and couldn't help sighing in the air, and then he found that there was a sky-high vitality in this forest. The strength and spiritual energy were so abundant that it was shocking, the sword-wielding monk was overjoyed again, and hurried into the forest to practice and condense the sword intent.