"Stay everything in place for me!"

Seeing countless yellow sand following his command, Zhang Zichen suddenly stretched out his left hand, and countless long snakes on the ground became longer and longer. He rushed into the group of monks and tied up more than fifty monks.

The fifty monks in the air were all good at Ouyang clan, including more than thirty monks in the Daluo Jinxian realm and more than a dozen monks in the True Lord realm.

Moreover, there are three or five monks at the middle level of the True Lord.

Logically speaking, they stayed in the Tu people all year round and were practicing the earth-attributed soul in the Moha Desert. Controlling the soil and yellow sand should be their best move.

But now, they are facing Zhang Zichen, and this advantage is completely useless.

As early as decades ago, Zhang Zichen used the earth-level primordial spirit to cultivate the Great Perfection Realm with the help of the Earth-Scroll Huangyun Tianshu.

So no one who is present, controlling the soil and gravel is Zhang Zichen's opponent.

More than fifty long yellow sand snakes extended from the ground, tied up all the fifty monks in mid-air.

Ouyang Yuexiu and others were full of horror, and some even began to wail and beg for mercy, hoping that Zhang Zichen could spare their lives.

But Zhang Zichen's murderous intent has been decided.

Although his eyes were blood-red, there was still a red light attached to his eyes.

This is the violent aura in Zhang Zichen's body.

Zhang Zichen has already become obsessed with it, and he wants to start a massacre!

"Die! Die all for me!"

Zhang Zichen shouted violently, and at the same time, he suddenly kicked the ground and roared. With the help of this rebound power, Zhang Zichen instantly appeared in the group of more than fifty monks.

The monks' faces turned pale immediately.

Everyone looked at Zhang Zichen holding a black broadsword, as if they saw a devil ghost, and a murderous intent emanated from Zhang Zichen's body.

Especially Zhang Zichen's red and weird eyes, looking at it, people think they have fallen into the ice abyss.

"Zhang Zichen, spare me! My life is not worth it to get your hands dirty."

"Let me be spared too! Zhang Zichen, we have no grudges and no grudges. As long as you spare me today, I will listen to you in the future."

"Zhang Zichen, I have a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum grass on my body. As long as you spare me, I will immediately present this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum grass with both hands."

People who were afraid of death began to beg for mercy without shame.

They betrayed their beliefs and their families, just to be able to survive.

Even Ouyang Yuexiu was the same. He was about to cry: "Zhang Zichen, spare me, spare me! As long as you spare me, our grudges will be eliminated in the future! We will not violate the rivers in the future! And what do you need, I can try my best to satisfy you!"

However, Zhang Zichen's eyes were dull, his face was expressionless, and his murderous intent was cold.

Zhang Zichen looked at the fifty monks tied up indifferently and finally raised the Black Crystal Divine Sword.

"Go to die for me!"

Suddenly, Zhang Zichen showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

Buzz!

The Black Crystal Divine Sword finally slashed out.

With a thunderous sound, blood splattered everywhere.

Ouyang Yuexiu, who was closest to Zhang Zichen, was cut into two pieces in half.

"Kill and kill! Hahaha! Have fun! Have fun!"

After tasting the taste of killing, Zhang Zichen became even more excited. He immediately rushed into the crowd and started killing.

For a moment, under the originally blue sky, it turned bloody.

In the air, blood flowers were flying, the remaining limbs were forged, and the flesh on the head was splattered everywhere.

"Zhang Zichen! You must die a bad death!"

"Zhang Zichen! Sooner or later, our Ouyang family will seek you revenge!"

"Our Ouyang family will definitely kill you and destroy your Penglai Immortal Island!"

Amid the screams, there were waves of shrill curses and scoldings.

But not long after, the surroundings became quiet.

Because all the monks have been slaughtered completely by Zhang Zichen.

"Hahahaha! I haven't killed enough! I haven't killed enough yet!"

This time, Zhang Zichen really lost consciousness.

There was nothing else in his mind except killing.

At a high altitude in the distance, Ouyang Yun witnessed the 50 monks under his command being massacred, but he did not dare to take a step forward.

This Zhang Zichen is really terrifying.

He defeated himself with just his initial level of True Lord's cultivation and seriously injured twice.

This is why Ouyang Yun dared not step forward.

To this day, Ouyang Yun's belly has been dug halfway open, and his blood-red intestines are dragged into the air and swing with the wind.

Just now, when Zhang Zichen massacred the fifty tribesmen, Ouyang Yun wanted to come forward to stop him.

But he still didn't.

Zhang Zichen is really terrible now. The murderous aura emitted from his body shocked Ouyang Yun.

Therefore, Ouyang Yun could only watch Zhang Zichen kill in the distance until all fifty tribe members were killed.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"But now, I have to leave here first, otherwise Zhang Zichen will find out that I will die without a burial place!"

Ouyang Yun said a few words to himself, but in the end he still drove a flying weapon and flew away from this area as fast as possible.

Only Zhang Zichen is left in the entire area.

"Blood! Kill! Not enough!"

Zhang Zichen's throat made a hoarse voice. Although he was a little nonsense, it was not difficult to hear what he meant in this sentence.

Zhang Zichen is clearly saying that killing is not enough, blood is not enough, he needs more killing, he wants to kill people!

But after waiting for a long time, there were no living creatures nearby.

Zhang Zichen, who was a little unwilling to give up, finally landed on the ground.

On the ground, the ground was covered with yellow sand.

But at this time, the yellow sand was dyed red, and the broken limbs were everywhere.

Zhang Zichen stepped on several long intestines under his feet, but he was not afraid. He looked down at half of the body on his right foot.

This is Ouyang Yuexiu's upper body corpse.

Although Zhang Zichen completely lost consciousness at this time, when he saw Ouyang Yuexiu's face, a feeling of disgust surged into his heart.

Zhang Zichen's brows moved, his mouth opened slightly, and he said hoarsely: "Go to death!"

Bajiao.

Zhang Zichen raised his right foot and stepped on Ouyang Yuexiu's head.

In an instant, red, white and black sprayed all over the floor.

This was a disgusting and disgusting scene, but Zhang Zichen's face showed a smile of love.

After staying there for a long time, Zhang Zichen laughed: "Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!"

After saying that, he held up the Black Crystal Sword and disappeared from the spot.

The wind whistles.

In the evening, strong winds blow.

Countless winds and sandstorms hit, and they flew up and down, and soon, countless human corpses on the ground were completely buried.
Chapter completed!