Everyone on Penglai Immortal Island was very happy. After this battle, they admired and admired Zhang Zichen more.

Who would have thought that Zhang Zichen's strength was terrifyingly strong!

Moreover, Zhang Zichen still killed a powerful man in the middle stage of the Holy King without using any magical artifacts.

At the same time, in the sky, hundreds of monks from the Green Wood Cliff had not yet reacted.

"What happened just now? Where is our Lord Saint? Where did you go?"

"Our Lord Saint... seems to have been killed?"

"No, right? I was killed by a cultivator at the early stage of the Saint King on the other side? Is this impossible?"

"But, impossible things often happen."

Amid the crowd of discussions, they finally reluctantly believed that their Holy Lord was indeed killed by Zhang Zichen with one sword.

This is too simple!

Everyone can’t see Zhang Zichen clearly.

But only Zhang Zichen understood that all this came too suddenly.

Even Zhang Zichen did not expect that he could kill a powerful man in the middle stage of the Holy King so easily.

There is still a reason for this.

The reason why this powerful Holy Lord was killed was mainly because he underestimated the enemy too much.

In his eyes, Duanmuxue was only Duanmuxue, and he didn't take Zhang Zichen seriously at all.

Therefore, when Zhang Zichen launched an attack, he did not resist with all his strength. When he found that Zhang Zichen was not an ordinary person, Zhang Zichen's golden sword had already appeared on top of his head.

In this way, the powerful Holy Lord was cut in half in vain.

Everything came too fast.

Zhang Zichen was suspended in the air, and countless blood was spraying on his body and face.

For some reason, Zhang Zichen's body was a little restless when he smelled this strong smell of blood.

Without anyone paying attention, Zhang Zichen's eyes were covered with blood.

A strong murderous aura emanated from Zhang Zichen's body.

"Kill! No one left!"

Zhang Zichen roared lowly, as if he was a timberwolf, suddenly attacking.

Although Zhang Zichen's consciousness was a little blurred, he still knew that the most powerful of the hundreds of people on the other side were the three saints.

Now, one has died, and the other two must be killed first!

call out

A golden light lit up, and Zhang Zichen appeared directly in front of the two masters of the Holy Lord. He drew his sword and a golden light flashed. The two masters of the Holy Lord were cut off at the same time.

The people from Green Wood Cliff were all surprised and then they realized that they had encountered a difficult bone.

"Run! This person is so awesome! Everyone run!"

In an instant, the sound of escape sounded, hundreds of people, the flying swords under their feet, and they ran away in scattered.

But Zhang Zichen had already used all his strength.

Before everyone could escape a hundred meters, Zhang Zichen had already turned into a golden light and rushed into the crowd.

For a moment, the sword fell with his hands, blood splattered, and the limbs were broken. The entire scene was wrapped in the word "blood".

Screams filled the entire air.

Three saints, dozens of true lords, and hundreds of Daluo Golden Immortals, what a powerful team this is.

However, in just a few breaths, they were all destroyed.

I am afraid that these disciples of Green Wood Cliff will not believe them until they die. The other party easily slaughtered them all with just one person.

"ah!!!"

The last Daluo Golden Immortal, just as he flew a hundred meters away, was suddenly chopped down by a golden light, divided into two halves, and his body fell to the ground.

But behind this corpse, a terrifying Zhang Zichen was revealed.

His eyes were red, covered with blood, and his body was covered with blood. It made people sickened when they smelled it. Even his face and clothes were covered with blood.

With Zhang Zichen's cultivation level, it was not difficult to avoid this blood, but not only did he not avoid it, he enjoyed it very much.

The last disciple of Green Mu Cliff was killed. Zhang Zichen paused, raised his mouth and sneered, and actually stuck out his tongue, licked the blood stained on the corner of his mouth, then turned around and faced Duanmuxue, Duanmu Batian and others standing in the square.

Seeing Zhang Zichen's face and feeling the murderous aura emitted from Zhang Zichen's body, everyone was stunned.

I was secretly glad in my heart that I was lucky that I and Zhang Zichen were on the same side, otherwise, they would have been the ones who were killed today.

But at this moment, Duanmu Xue suddenly said, "Dad, look at Zi Chen, is there something wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Batian put aside the thoughts in his mind and looked at it in the sky.

Zhang Zichen said this very much, and Duanmu Batian's eyes sting.

But Duanmu Batian could still feel that the murderous aura on Zhang Zichen's body did not seem to have weakened. He was laughing, a wicked and a bloodthirsty smile.

Later, Duanmu Batian saw the blood in Zhang Zichen's eyes and was extremely shocked.

The next moment, he said in surprise: "It's over! Zi Chen is so obsessed with it!"

"Going into a devil?" Yao Jing was a little puzzled.

"It's just that the evil spirit enters the body!" Duanmu Batian said in horror, "Didn't Zi Chen practice "The Ancient Chaos Art"? If you use this ancient secret method too much, you will have side effects..."

As soon as I said this, most of the people present understood.

Especially Duanmuxue, she has had the most contact with Zhang Zichen, so she naturally knows the side effects of "The Ancient Chaos Art".

"What's going on? Hasn't Zhang Zichen been to the Tianshan Mountains? Hasn't he already obtained the Tianshan Snow Lotus and took it, and he has suppressed the hostility in his body?"

"But now, why does he still have this kind of hostility?"

Duanmuxue asked while looking at Zhang Zichen vigilantly at the sky.

Just now, Zhang Zichen's strength was undoubtedly revealed. He was able to kill a powerful person in the middle stage of the Saint King with one move. Duanmu Xue thought she was not Zhang Zichen's opponent.

If Zhang Zichen goes crazy, goes crazy, and Duanmuxue is killed, that is a trivial matter. I am afraid that everyone present, even these five million civilians, will die tragically at the hands of Zhang Zichen.

At this moment, Zhang Zichen moved his feet, stepped on the void, step by step towards everyone.

Duanmu Batian, Yao Jing, Sikong Nan and others had a slightly lower cultivation level. Under Zhang Zichen's pressure, they could not move forward. Even the people present had the urge to kneel down.

Everyone's forehead and body instantly burst into cold sweats and sweat profusely.

The only person who can move is Duanmuxue.

Seeing Zhang Zichen approaching and landing in front of him, Duanmu Xue took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Zichen, Zhang Zichen! Wake up for me!"
Chapter completed!