Wang Xuan's eyes glowed green. This was a God-given opportunity. Xiaoyaozhou appeared. Zheng Yuantian was not only violently killed by the New Covenant, but also secretly beaten by some people!
He was not in a hurry anymore and just waited for Lao Zheng to die suddenly!
"If you want to kill me, God can't accept me. If you put a mark on a piece of waste paper, you think it can kill the sky? It's not the real New Testament at all!"
Lao Zheng went crazy, covered in blood, and order was like a rainbow, shooting out of his pores. He was fighting against the golden scroll, and he was also showing his determination. Whoever dares to do something dirty to him should first consider the consequences of not killing him.
Then, as soon as he finished speaking, a ball of blood appeared quickly, like the sun was coming. It was a giant, driving a sea of blood from outside the territory, and stepped towards him.
The bloody giant was as high as the sky and the earth, with a majestic appearance. His head was pushed into the sky. His big feet fell, the void collapsed, Zheng Yuantian's dojo collapsed, and the earth sank.
Zheng Yuantian, who was fighting against the golden scroll and trying to refine the demon emperor's body, heard the emperor's blood roar and splash in his hands.
"You..." Zheng Yuantian was angry. The big foot covered him, not only to severely injure him, but also to humiliate him.
"Is that the ancestor of the Nether Blood Sect? He attacked Zheng Jueshi!"
"It's better to be aggressive. It's too tyrannical. Zheng Xianzu's dojo was completely destroyed. It's a pity that a vast fairy mountain was shattered into powder!"
In the distance, the immortals exclaimed, feeling so shocked that accidents were happening one after another. Someone was going to take the opportunity to take Zheng Yuantian's life?
"Hiding your head and showing your tail, who are you?" Zheng Yuantian blasted out with a palm, knocking Gao Tian to pieces. He blocked Gao Tian's foot, but with a pop, the golden picture scroll was not blocked. He was cut in half, and then stepped on by a big foot.
When he landed, he almost got stomped to death!
He suffered a great loss and was furious. Who was humiliating him?
"Isn't that the ancestor of the Dark Blood Sect? Why would Zheng Xianzu still ask like that?" Some people were puzzled and whispered in the distance.
"Don't you know? Since ancient times, some peerless masters have always appeared as the ancestors of the Dark Blood Cult when it was inconvenient to reveal their true identities."
This was the first time for many of the immortals to hear such a secret. They were stunned and wanted to laugh but didn't dare. How many scapegoats has Lao Ming been shouldered?
"It is reported that the main reason is that the ancestor of the Nether Blood Sect has nine true lives. He was too public about it back then, and it really offended many people."
The immortals are communicating with their spiritual consciousness and dare not talk loudly.
"Zheng Yuantian, are you alive today? Back then, you murdered a peerless genius named Zheng Yuantian. Not only did you take away his flesh and blood, you also took away his name... Who are you, a villain who practices the magic womb?
It’s just, maybe even a remnant of the ancient imperial way!”
Someone yelled, that's... another ancestor of the Nether Blood Sect. This person is wearing blood-colored armor and looks more like the originator of the sect than Lao Ming just now.
He was so angry that he held a gun in his hand and smashed Zheng Yuantian with a bang, causing blood to splash everywhere!
Zheng Yuantian screamed in agony, mainly because he was entangled in his golden picture scroll and was unable to avoid the attack. His body was shattered and exploded to pieces.
"Who are you?!" He was shocked and angry, gathering his body in the distance. At the critical moment, another person came to kill him. Did he want to end his life and really send him on his way?
He is afraid. Today is different from the past. He is very weak and is suffering from the backlash of the New Testament. He may very well be killed by these people with ulterior motives.
"I'm a bloodthirsty man!" the man yelled, holding a gun in his hand, and smashed it down again.
"I am also of Hades blood!" On the other side, the giant who was as high as the sky raised his foot and stepped down again.
"Bring the Demon Emperor's Remnant Pill and True Blood!" Among the people chasing Xiaoyao Zhou, one of them suddenly turned around and gave Zheng Yuan a sword blow.
"Ah..." Zheng Yuantian screamed. He was attacked by three masters and strangled by the golden scroll. He was torn apart and started to escape directly.
However, one of the Netherblood Cult ancestors forced him out again with a sea of blood. The most important thing was that the golden scroll followed him like a shadow, making it easier to kill him underground.
Zheng Yuantian was frightened and frightened. He might really die today.
Old Land, Ancheng, Banished Immortal Tea House, and the Dark Blood Sect Ancestor seemed to have eaten ginseng fruit. Tens of thousands of sweat pores were all opened, and he felt refreshed from head to toe.
"Haha, it's all me, hehe!" He felt so comfortable that he felt like he was about to light up.
Over the years, Zheng Yuantian, Demon Ancestor Qi Yi and others have impersonated him many times, and they have been slapped on his head countless times.
The most irritating thing is that last time in the spiritual world, those people pretended to be in front of him and fought with him, almost causing the Nether Blood Cult Ancestor Qi to cough up blood.
Today it was finally his turn to vent his anger, especially when he used his true appearance to kill Zheng Yuantian, but the other party still thought he was someone else pretending to be him.
It is conceivable that over the years, how many people have been acting against the laws of the Netherblood Cult Ancestor. Even Zheng Yuantian was beaten violently just now, but he still thinks that someone else is pretending to be him.
"Jiaozu, how does it taste?" Huang Ming, with a smile on his face, personally served it in the private room.
"Slightly bitter, strong aroma, a little sweet, not bad. By the way, what did you give me to drink?" Ming Xue came back to his senses, put down the cup and asked.
Huang Taixian was surprised and said: "Coffee, didn't I ask you just now? You were smiling and nodding."
"What kind of coffee?" The Dark Blood Sect Ancestor was distracted just now, his mind was not in reality at all, and he couldn't remember what he said.
"Angel Coffee has a bad reputation, but it tastes pretty good."
"I...beat you to death!" The Dark Blood Sect Ancestor was a little allergic when he heard that sign. In fact, Huang Ming's Immortal Coffee Plan last time left such a deep impression on him that he couldn't stand the heavy taste.
"Calm down the ancestors, they actually didn't use my plan!" Huang Ming screamed.
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In the grand fairyland of half material and half energy attached to the old earth, Zheng Yuantian was almost killed, and his body was in tatters, like a porcelain full of cracks.
At the very least, four people had secretly killed him, all acting like the ancestors of the Dark Blood Cult, which made him angry and angry.
The Netherblood Sect Ancestor was very happy at first, but when he saw someone really pretending to be him to fuck Zheng Yuantian, he felt unhappy again, and he became a professional scapegoat.
In particular, when he looked into the distance, there were still five Netherblood Sect ancestors fighting for the Xiaoyao Boat!
He was so angry that he was everywhere, in the sky and on the earth. He was the protagonist of this world, and he was almost performing a one-man show.
If this treasure is really taken away by some old sinister thief, but in the end, he is responsible for the cause and effect and is remembered by others, wouldn't it be an unjust death?
He quickly joined the melee, fighting for the Xiaoyao boat. Then, the immortals saw that many Netherblood Sect ancestors were fighting with him, it was very lively!
At the critical moment, Hengjun took action again to help Zheng Yuantian resist the golden scroll, otherwise, he would be really in danger.
But precisely because of this, without the treasure to resist, Xiaoyao Zhou blurred down from the void, then appeared on the horizon with a hiss, and successfully broke through the encirclement.
Whoosh whoosh!
Many "Ancestors of the Dark Blood Cult" and Hengjun immediately pursued him, especially Hengjun, who looked a little unhappy and regretted helping Zheng Yuantian.
Zheng Yuantian's face turned bitter. He didn't know whether he should be grateful that those people were gone, or whether he should feel helpless after losing Hengjun's care.
He sighed, dragged his severely damaged body, and once again fought against the golden scroll alone, hoping to try to refine the body of the Demon King in the desperate situation of life and death.
"Who am I? Even Zheng Yuantian, who has peerless talent, can easily devour me. My true body is more heaven-defying than you imagine. How could I die!"
"If you hadn't made random guesses, I would have almost forgotten who I am. In this life, I am destined to create new worlds in the extraordinary realm and reshape myths!"
He suppressed his emotions, and his deep voice echoed in the earth of life. He wanted to live, to rise, to defy heaven, and no one could stop him.
Of course, he was also regretful and full of bitterness. The treasure appeared in the sky above his territory. If nothing happened, he was at his peak. If he attacked with the devil fetus that never showed anyone, he might really be able to get Xiaoyao Zhou.
Treasure!
It has to be said that Zheng Yuantian, who was exuding demonic brilliance at this time, was very strong. When he was on the verge of death, he temporarily withstood the golden scroll and was still refining the demon emperor's body. There was a possibility of success!
An hour later, those people left and returned, with great regret. Apparently they had lost Xiaoyao Zhou, and one after another the "Ancestors of the Dark Blood Sect" left.
Hengjun also came back, and immediately helped Lao Zheng hold the golden picture scroll, saying: "The New Testament is crude. It will pester you for a day at most, and then it will disperse. I will help you block it."
It was a pity for him that he had the advantage with the treasure in hand, but he had been unable to obtain the second treasure several times in succession.
"Is it true that we can only get one piece in the destiny? No one in the world can bear the great cause and effect of two treasures coming together in one body?" Heng Jun sighed, feeling unwilling to do so.
If the two treasures really fall into his hands, even if the extraordinary winter night comes, he will still have the confidence and confidence to fight against it!
"Thank you, Brother Dao, for your protection!" Zheng Yuantian showed gratitude. He knew that he was fine and could survive this catastrophe.
At the same time, he has not given up refining the Demon Emperor's Dharma Body. Next time he can use the Demon Emperor's body to go to the human world to fulfill his wish!
In a huge city in the distance, Wang Xuan wondered, was it really his tapping of the health furnace that attracted the happy boat?
If you look at it this way, it is a bit surprising that there are unpredictable connections between several treasures. One treasure represents a super mythical civilization and is their brainchild.
"Try again. You can't let Old Zheng breathe. Even if you don't kill him completely, you will still torture him until he is half dead!" Wang Xuan decided to try again.
Then, in the bustling city, among the crowds of people, he quietly knocked on the stove lid to verify whether there would really be a treasure.
Soon after, the lid of the health stove pulsed, as if sending a message to the outside world, in a way that was difficult for extraordinary people to understand!
This shocked Wang Xuan. The civilization behind these treasures was extremely mysterious, and their brainchild was not as quiet as imagined.
He stopped quickly, fearing that someone would notice something unusual here.
Not long after, a dazzling sword light cut through the sky and the earth, splitting the void in the world where Zheng Yuantian was. The sword light was unparalleled, reflecting the past and present.
"The Sword of the World...it actually appeared, and it's still on Zheng Xianzu's territory!" The immortals were surprised, their eyes were fiery, but no one dared to fight for it.
However, the real owner, Zheng Yuantian, was so excited that his body trembled. He was not excited, but a little scared.
He thought that this was not a good thing. He had already experienced this before, and now he was in such a state that he could not get the treasure and might even be killed.
Sure enough, Hengjun immediately abandoned him and let the golden picture scroll descend and hit him. Old Zheng was still refining the Demon Emperor's dharma body and was not ready at all. He screamed and his body broke.
At the same time, the "Ancestors of the Nether Blood Sect" came back to fight for the treasure. At the same time, someone also hit him hard, and Zheng Yuantian was beaten to pieces.
"I...!" Lao Zheng was miserable. When he saw the treasure flying in the sky, he was truly frightened.