God Killer

The highest pavilion is actually completely rebuilt, and even the outer shell has been rebuilt, so for Zheng Xian, except for a quite familiar shell, everything else in this hunting department is strange and unfamiliar .

Zheng Xian walked in this hunting department, and he could clearly see the painstaking efforts of the builders of this highest pavilion. In the past, the highest pavilion was only used for nuclear defense. Now, the significance of the highest pavilion is not to prevent nuclear weapons attacks, but to He was fighting against the immortal cultivators and preventing them from sneak attacking. Walking in the narrow and long corridor, Zheng Xian could feel that he was being oppressed by a force that completely suppressed the vitality in his body, and even made him have a kind of The feeling of not being able to send the power of vitality out of the body, if an ordinary monk came here, his legs would be limp and his feet would be limp, and he could only catch him without a fight.

That is to say, monks in the realm of stellar energy can perform at a normal level here, but they can't last too long.

Zheng Xian's footsteps landed on the ground, and echoes echoed from the empty walls. It sounded like an army was walking in this narrow corridor.

Zheng Xian stretched out his hand to touch the wall, and streaks of withered aurora immediately emerged from the wall, like sharp thorns, almost piercing Zheng Xian's palm.

Zheng Xian nodded slightly. From his point of view, at least this corridor can already get full marks.

But Zheng Xian is not afraid, he can use too much power, he doesn't necessarily have to use the power of vitality.

Passing through the original corridor of more than 30 meters, in front of Zheng Xian is a small door that is still narrow and only allows two people to pass side by side.

The small door was open, and there was only a fluorescent light shining inside.

Now they are all using LED lights. The not-so-stable light of this fluorescent light makes Zheng Xian a little more familiar and friendly. I remember that when I was in Hunting God's office, this long-shaped light was hung in the room. No matter, the light is like this, trembling slightly, under this light, Tong Nai chattered and brewed Kudingcha...

Zheng Xian stepped out of the corridor and entered this huge prototype space. The room was very empty and there was almost nothing.

Zheng Xian frowned slightly, and saw standing in the middle of the room covered in pimples.

Holding a neck in one hand full of acne, he held a middle-aged woman high, while the other hand dragged a middle-aged man by his hair. It's not the balls, I don't know what nerves are causing the acne all over the face.

But Zheng Xian's eyes froze for a moment, and then he froze, and then Zheng Xian's face darkened. Zheng Xian had never had such a gloomy aura before, so that layers of ice floes began to condense under Zheng Xian's feet.

In the Swamp Mirror behind Zheng Xian's head, the face that only showed Zheng Xian's true colors began to show a distorted expression. To the Swamp Mirror, Zheng Xian's enemy was his enemy, and Zheng Xian hated it. He also hates the existence of Zheng Xian, but now that Zheng Xian is angry, he is [-] times more angry than Zheng Xian!

"Zheng Xian, you came so soon, how do you think I should welcome you? With your father's eyes, or with your mother's face?" His face was full of pimples and his face was ferocious, and the ferocious and irritating radiance from inside made him scream. People are burning hot all over.

Zheng Xian's gaze collided with Hang Qing's gaze at this time. This was the reunion after more than ten years. Zheng Xian had imagined countless times in his heart that he would reunite with his mother, but he never imagined that he would reunite with his mother. Such a situation reunited.

There was almost no need for any reason, Zheng Xian knew at a glance that this was his mother, and the things flowing in his blood clearly and unmistakably conveyed this unmistakable message.

Zheng Xian's hair stood up one by one, and the ice under Zheng Xian's feet expanded rapidly, and began to climb towards the surrounding walls, and the temperature in the entire large circular space dropped rapidly.

Zheng Xian was angry before, but those angers were not as good as one ten-thousandth of what he is now.

"Hahahahaha, that's right, that's right, that's the expression, that's what I want to see the most. I've been looking forward to seeing this expression on your face for an unknown amount of time. Hahahaha, Mr. Zheng, now You are a piece of meat in my palm, I can cut it however I want!"

With a face full of pimples, he stepped hard, and the entire circular space suddenly sank.

Keep going down, keep going down, ten meters, 20 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters!

The entire circular space actually sank a full 300 meters, entering a completely underground world.

"Do you know why I lured you to this hunting department? This is my territory. Here, your bronze god tree is completely useless. If you don't believe me, you can try to use it. Why? You don't want to try? It doesn't matter. I'll help you, I'll burn your mother's face right now, and then dig out your father's awkward eyes, and by then, you'll know that you regret having provoked me!"

Zheng Xian's originally slender eyes narrowed, and it seemed that there was only a thin line left, and then his face was full of pimples, as if struck by lightning, and directly crashed into the wall.

Zheng Xian appeared at the place where the full-faced pox had been standing. At this time, a loud thunderous noise exploded in front of Zheng Xian, and there was another explosion from the place where the full-faced pox crashed into the wall, and the stones exploded. Like rain.The sound and time always seem to be half a beat behind, like watching a movie with the wrong soundtrack.

Zheng Xian completely ignored the pimples on his face, and looked at the woman and man on the ground with a pair of eyes.

These two are his parents, the parents who abandoned him since childhood.

Zheng Xian used to be afraid of seeing them, because Zheng Xian didn't know how he should treat them. Even at this moment, Zheng Xian still couldn't find his place, saying that he hated them both, that's of course Yes, Zheng Xian hated it very much.

But this hatred was mixed with something else, something that made Zheng Xian unable to vent his anger on them.

When he was young, Zheng Xian hoped countless times to find his parents and use everything he had to avenge them, but after knowing the choice of his parents, Zheng Xian's feelings for them became complicated and swayed from side to side. This kind of complexity is very complicated. It's hard to describe in one or two sentences.

Zheng Yifan struggled to help Hang Qing, who was almost suffocating, it was quite difficult for Zheng Yifan, who was missing a hand and suffered serious chest injuries.

Zheng Xian just watched quietly like this. It wasn't that Zheng Xian was cold-blooded, but that Zheng Xian didn't know what he should do at this time. In front of these two people, Zheng Xian felt at a loss for the first time. It turned into that child who was less than ten years old, standing here, surrounded by violent aura, and he was thrown up and overturned like a small boat in this violent aura.

Zheng Yifan gave Hang Qing a smooth ride, and Hang Qing's congested eyes gradually recovered. She looked at Zheng Xian fixedly, opened her mouth, but couldn't speak, and tears burst out. She didn't have the face to say something to Zheng Xian, even pleading Zheng Xian didn't even have the courage to forgive.

And Zheng Yifan, this man who straightened his spine and fought openly and secretly with the descendant, and never bowed his head, didn't even dare to face Zheng Xian. The guilt had taken root in his heart for too long, and now it spread, boundless...