"Zhang Fengjiu, don't die for Lao Tzu soon!"

A fierce word echoed in the air, containing a terrifying killing intent.

Ziyun Zhenren looked around, his heart full of vengeful anger.

"Damn it! that's what you're capable of, a coward who can only hide!"

The wandering Taoist was also scolding.

At this time, these two evil cultivators whose combat power had skyrocketed were thinking of killing the ancestor of the Zhang family in one fell swoop with their strong strength.

As a result, when it was approaching, the other party disappeared!

This made them full of resentment, and they had no way to vent it, and even a sense of grievance emerged in their hearts.

From the beginning to the present, he has not injured the ancestor of the Zhang family.

In the face of their vicious abuse, the other party did not respond at all, as if he was in an undetectable space acting as a bystander.

And the more the ancestor of the Zhang family does not appear, this makes the two of them even more sad and pitiful.

"Damn!

Ziyun Zhenren looked resentful.

He was in charge of the Taixu Sect, but he was humiliated again and again, and his original arrogance was directly annihilated!

He wanted to use his strengthened posture to fight against the Zhang Ancestor again, and then defeat and torture him to death!

Only in this way can you relieve the hatred in your heart!

"Boss, others just don't show up, what should I do?"

The wandering Taoist looked at the empty surroundings and gritted his teeth.

This ancestor of the Zhang clan disappeared as if out of thin air, and he was never seen again, making those who were eager to kill him feel aggrieved and helpless.

Ziyun Zhenren's blood-red eyes were filled with murderous intent, "In that case, let's go kill his clansmen!"

He didn't believe that Zhang Fengjiu, as the ancestor of the family, could still watch his people being tortured and slaughtered?

No matter how superb your body is, there will be shortcomings!

Your people are your Achilles' heel!

"Hehe, that Zhang Zixian is his second son, let's cut off his head first. ”

The wandering Taoist sneered.

Hearing the words of these two people, the transparent phantom that had been suspended in the sky suddenly shook.

"Damn, it's going to be done to my family. ”

Zhang Fengjiu said angrily.

He knew that these two people couldn't find him, so he angrily pointed the finger at the people related to him.

With the two great evil cultivators of Ziyun Zhenren and Yunyou Daoren, they only need to forcibly intervene in other battles, and they can easily crush all the monks in no time.

His second son is just the cultivation of Jindan in the early stage.

In the face of the combined attack of these two people, they will be killed in an instant, and the difference in strength is too large, even if they resist to the death, it will not have the slightest effect.

"As long as the task is completed, I can ......"

Zhang Fengjiu opened the system interface with his hand, and his eyes widened suddenly.

On the taskbar, there's already a display done!

That is [Kill a Jindan Realm Monk in total], and reward 3,000 incense points!

Zhang Fengjiu said with a smile: "Zixian did it, this kid did a good job!"

He hurriedly clicked to receive it, and saw that the number of incense values had increased by three thousand points, and a sense of joy surged in his heart.

When he looked at these two murderous cultivators again, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Fengjiu's mouth.

Don't you want to fight?

Ancestor, this is what you are asking for!

"Let's go over there and kill people. ”

Ziyun Zhenren looked in a direction with strong fluctuations and said coldly.

The scythe in his hand flowed with wisps of blood-red mist, giving people a sense of horror.

"The golden light is flashing, it's that Zhang Zixian, that's right, let's cut off his head!"

The tone of the wandering Taoist was gloomy and authentic.

He thinks that this ancestor of the Zhang family realized that the gap was too big to hide in the shadows.

In that case, simply go and torture his son.

This kind of revenge pleasure can also bring heartfelt pleasure.

Just as they were about to leave, to rush in that direction, a voice with an indifferent and playful meaning came to their ears.

"Where are you going?"

When Ziyun Zhenren and Yunyou Daoist heard this, their bodies suddenly froze.

Their faces sank, their eyes were bloody, and they turned to look in unison.

I saw that in the air not far away, a man with three thousand purple qi was standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes were calm, and his black hair was like flowing clouds.

The whole person did not reveal a trace of breath fluctuations, but it could make people feel more and more incomprehensible.

He's there, and he's not there.

It seems to be looking at flowers in the fog, and the shape is not real.

"Zhang Fengjiu! You're finally out!"

Ziyun is really hideous and authentic.

The evil energy in his whole body suddenly exploded, and the monstrous power spread with a bang.

"Sure enough, I can't stay any longer, if you continue to endure it, your Zhang family's clansmen will be killed by us!"

Yun Youdao said sharply: "Of course, if I kill you, then the result will be the same." ”

"Mad dogs bark wildly, ants look up to the sky, and exterminate opponents of your level can really make your hands dirty. ”

"In the process of Zhang's retreat, I have been thinking in my heart whether to execute heavenly punishment on you. ”

"Rather than abolishing your cultivation, it is better to leave it to the masses for judgment. ”

An indifferent voice sounded slowly in the air, to put it mildly.

The ancestor of the Zhang family raised his chin, his eyes were cold, "But when you think about it, you have not repented in the slightest, and you have repeatedly offended me with words." ”

After a pause, he raised his finger above his head and said coldly: "Today, on behalf of the will of the Heavenly Dao, I will temporarily execute the killing punishment on you!"

The words rolled like thunder in the sky, rumbling and shocking.

"You!"

Ziyun Zhenren and Yunyou Daoren's faces changed greatly, and they only felt that their chests were blocked, and they couldn't even breathe smoothly.

This ancestor of the Zhang family is so arrogant!

is so arrogant that he wants to punish them with heaven?

Who does he think he is?

The outside world respectfully calls him a saint, but does he really think he is a saint?

It's ridiculous!

Ziyun Zhenren, who has a tyrannical temperament, was so provoked that his anger was almost burned all over his body.

"I really want to see what you have to say such a big thing!"

His voice was wickedly distorted, and his blood-red eyes stared at the ancestor of the Zhang family.

"Evil cultivation is an existence that heaven and earth do not tolerate, and vainly trying to subvert the common people with this evil method is perverse. ”

"Take a good look at this last short world. “

The ancestor of the Zhang family said coldly.

He raised his fingers above his head and suddenly pointed forward.

This simple action did not have the slightest mana fluctuation, nor did it carry a trace of fireworks.

But even so, it makes others feel a trace of indescribable palpitations.

"Trick up!"

The wandering Taoist sneered.

Then he sensed something was wrong.

But at this moment, a long and long bell suddenly reverberate, and it hit the heart in an instant!

"What's going on?!"

The two evil cultivators were shocked, and they all raised their heads and looked up.

For a moment, the scalp almost exploded.

In their ears, the chanting sound from the ancient Buddha began to ring, and it was instilled into the depths of their minds over and over again.

The golden light spread brilliantly, and a huge ancient bell emerged from it, constantly drumming up terrifying fluctuations.

The body of the bell is filled with scriptures that shimmer with golden light, and slowly swims around the perimeter.

Boom......

This ancient bell immediately covered the two major evil cultivators and firmly covered them inside.

At this moment, Ziyun Zhenren and Yunyou Daoist were full of chanting voices.

It's like being in the middle of a vast expanse of monks, devastated by collapse all the time.

The bell rang over and over again, deeply shaking the hearts of the two evil cultivators.

Their qi and blood surged, and even the evil power they unleashed was disturbed.

In this ancient bell, it is like a huge furnace that is blazing, and every minute and second is subject to mental and physical blows.

"Gotta break it!"

Ziyun Zhenren said angrily.

The surface of his body showed cracks, and blood splattered in unison.

The powerful power that had just skyrocketed also withered.

The Yunyou Daoist also roared, "Damn Zhang Fengjiu!, what kind of Zen method is this?!"

The degree of this move is even more terrifying than the previous Golden Thunder Light Gun!

In the midst of this, countless black mist surged and collapsed, and blood-red light rushed wildly.

And the enveloping bell also continued to withstand the violent bombardment, rippling out circles of air ripples, and the flowing golden scriptures began to dim.

At this time, the two evil cultivators felt dizzy and swollen, and the surface of their skin was shattered and disintegrated inch by inch, and shocking black blood flowed out.

Ziyun Zhenren tried his best to stabilize, and the panic in his heart was great.

He couldn't understand why this ancestor of the Zhang clan was so strong!

"It's so uncomfortable! I'm going out!"

The wanderer shouted hysterically.

His state declined, and his breath began to become disordered.

In desperation, they had no choice but to break through the golden bell one by one, trying to disintegrate it with all their might.

After a long while, with a rumbling explosion, pieces of golden shards disappeared into the air.

The sound of chanting that filled my ears also died down.

And the two evil cultivators who got out of trouble were already scarred, and none of their bodies were intact.

They were bleeding from the seven orifices, and their state dropped a lot.

"How could it be...... How could it be ......"

Ziyun Zhenren looked at the figure opposite, and said in a lost mind.

This ancestor of the Zhang family, his mastery of Zen is so profound?

Zhang Fengjiu, who witnessed all this, said with a smile: "It tastes good." ”

The trick just now is the [Three Stars-Heavenly Buddha Bell] that consumes a thousand incense points.

"Then it's easy. ”

When Zhang Fengjiu saw the miserable appearance of these two people, he knew that he could completely break it.

He clicked to consume 400 incense points, exchanged for [Three Stars-Ba Frost Cold Tide] and threw it at this opponent.

Immediately, he also manipulated the phantom.

"As I said, you can only die. ”

The ancestor of the Zhang family had a calm face, as if he had always felt disdain for these two people.

"I don't believe it...... I don't believe ......"

Ziyun Zhenren muttered.

"Teach the master, withdraw it......"

The Yunyou Daoist tried his best to support it, and his voice trembled.

It wasn't until today that he realized what it meant to be powerful!

Then, they felt a bone-chilling chill that quickly swept over their bodies.

The blood in the body is almost frozen.

A large area of ice-blue air is like an ocean, containing an extremely frozen cold air, surging and surging.

Everywhere I looked, it was a deep blue color.

This side of the world has been reduced to a frost purgatory that chooses people to eat.

The Ziyun Zhenren and the Yunyou Dao people, who were already seriously injured, annihilated the only hope of life.

"No...... Not ......"

The two looked at the scene in front of them in horror, feeling despair from the bottom of their hearts.