The voice of the inquiring person was quiet, with uncertainty, with temptation, and a hint of suppressed joy.

"Zhang Heng is dead!"

After a long silence, he clenched his fists excitedly.

Everyone looked at Zhang Heng, who was lying in the deep pit, charred black, almost human-shaped, and cheered excitedly.

"Hahaha, dead, finally dead!"

"This monster, he will die after all!"

"If you go against my Jiuhua Mountain, of course you will die!"

All the disciples of Jiuhua Mountain carnivaled, and many even shed tears and hugged each other and cried.

As cultivators, they are rarely so unreserved, but at this moment, when their emotions explode, they can't hold back at all.

No one knew how much pressure they had just now, looking at Zhang Heng like a monster, he never fell, their hearts were pulled, and their hearts were worried to the extreme!

If this monster survives, then those present will die!

Luckily, he's dead......

Everyone felt relieved.

The old man watched the disciples vent their emotions, and he also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, if it weren't for his identity and decency, he would almost want to celebrate with his crown.

"Once this son survives, he will definitely become a great disaster, and one day, even if it is a holy land, it will not be able to be controlled!"

The old man said with emotion.

"yes, it's good that he's dead. The old woman coughed constantly, and blood flowed out of the corners of her mouth.

He was already injured, and he just used the thunder method, and he was seriously overloaded, and he was already seriously injured at the moment.

The old man was not much better, he trembled and took out a bottle of elixir, poured it into his mouth, his face looked a little better, since he became a Jindan monk, it was the first time he was so embarrassed.

When I think about it, hatred wells up.

"Just died, it's too cheap for him, I'm going to crush him to ashes!"

The old man's anger did not subside, and his vicious eyes looked at the "corpse" in the deep pit.

However, at the moment when he lowered his head, he saw an incredible scene.

"Senior sister!"

He subconsciously exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" the old woman couldn't see, but she felt the horror in the old man's voice, and suddenly became uneasy.

Call......

The old man was about to explain, when suddenly, a long exhalation sounded in everyone's ears.

"Who? is breathing?" the old woman asked.

However, no one responded to him, and everyone's eyes looked at the deep pit, as if they had seen a ghost, and the joy on their faces was now swept away.

A mutilated, charred black, bloody, barely humanoid figure slowly crawled up, his body was full of wounds, and his breath was incomparably weak, as if a gust of wind could take away his life.

But looking at this crumbling figure, people's hearts only have fear.

", he's not dead yet!!"

Someone exclaimed, his voice full of despair.

Can't the thunder like the power of heaven just now kill him?

In everyone's shocked and almost dull eyes, Zhang Heng took a step forward, he raised his head, only those two eyes were still bright and frightening.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath, his heavy breathing could be heard by everyone, and at the same time, he took another step forward.

With this step, the air seemed to become heavy, and many timid people were directly paralyzed to the ground, unable to even stand up.

The audience was silent.

"It's a pity that you can kill me just a little bit. Zhang Heng opened his mouth lightly, his eyes swept over the two old guys.

"You, you, you ......"

The old woman's lips trembled, coughing up blood again and again, she didn't know what to say.

"Monsters, Monsters......"

The old man muttered, utterly desperate.

Don't say it's seen, even if you haven't heard of it, you haven't killed Zhang Heng like this!

In fact, as Zhang Heng said, just a little bit, Zhang Heng was really going to die.

The Jindan monks of Jiuhua Mountain are different from the ancestors of the Jiang family, the real people of Agni, they have a profound background, amazing spells, and even the Shenxiao Thunder Fu handed down by their ancestors, which is the average Jindan mid-stage facing the two, I am afraid that they will also die.

Zhang Heng was one enemy and two enemies, and he almost fell on the road, if it weren't for his firm belief and not the slightest wavering, maybe he would really die.

Tenacity, perseverance, and self-confidence, these three points made Zhang Heng withstand the disaster and become stronger and stronger!

The first layer of the immortal body has been completely cultivated, and it has taken a big step towards the second layer!

"Monster, he's definitely a monster!"

"Why is there such a person in the world!"

"No wonder they all said that they couldn't offend Dongzhou Butcher Zhang......"

The disciples of Jiuhua Mountain screamed in despair, even if Zhang Heng looked embarrassed to the extreme and crumbling now, they still couldn't resist at all.

Not to mention them, even the two Jindan uncles have changed their mentality at this moment, and they only feel hopeless.

This is a very strange situation, obviously Zhang Heng looks miserable and tragic, but the two of them can't have the slightest idea of doing it, but they feel that they are about to come into disaster.

What does this mean? Their courage has been completely lost.

"You can die. ”

Zhang Heng's eyes were calm, and he swept past the two.

He had the intention of killing, and the people of Jiuhua Mountain, not one of them were left, and they were all killed.

But at this critical moment, suddenly, an eerie voice came.

"Mr. Zhang, if you want to kill people in Africa, maybe dare to ask our opinion!"

As soon as the words fell, several figures flew from the sky.

Zhang Heng looked at it, but there were five people.

"You dare to appear in front of me?" Zhang Heng looked at the visitor with a smile.

At the forefront was the Didier sacrifice.

"Of course I know Mr. Zhang's strength, but you are only one person, and you have just experienced a big war, how can you be our opponent. Didier laughed proudly, and he humbly bowed to the four people behind: "This person is Zhang Heng of Huaxia." ”

"I know him when he turns to ashes!"

A white-haired old man with a scepter in his hand took a step forward, his blue eyes full of hatred.

Pope of the Holy See of Light!

It was Zhang Heng who destroyed the Holy Mountain and demolished most of the Holy See before, and even forced him to the point where an angel descended and lost half of his soul!

The hatred for Zhang Heng has long reached the level of immortality.

"It's you, kill my Blood Duke!"

Another middle-aged man with an elegant appearance and a suit walked out, he was tall and gave a sense of grace and luxury, like an Italian aristocrat in the seventeenth century.

"Blood Prince?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"You're smart. The middle-aged man sneered: "Remember my name, William, Dracula!"

"It turned out to be the Blood Family, the Vlad Family, and the Pope to make a move. Zhang Heng nodded, but looked at another burly, mountain-like man: "You are the wolf god of the Thornton family, right?"

The wolf god, the leader of the werewolves, is more than two meters tall, and the muscles of his arms are as thick as the thighs of ordinary people.

"It's me. The wolf god replied angrily, he was not good at words, but the killing intent in his eyes was so obvious.

"The last one, the high priest of the Vlad family?" Zhang Heng looked at the last old man who was short in stature and had an eerie aura all over his body.

"Not bad. The high priest opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and his eyes flashed with ghostly fire: "O strong man from Huaxia, I am very interested in your skull, after you die, I will take off your skull as my precious collection......"

Hearing this, Zhang Heng not only did not panic, but smiled.

"Do you really think you're going to eat me?"

Without warning, black thick hair grew out of his head, and between his breaths, the aura within a radius of hundreds of miles surged and merged into his body, he was like a huge black hole, greedily devouring all the aura, and in the blink of an eye, the aura vortex formed behind him was already like a storm.

His arms, thighs, flesh, cheeks...... All the scorched and cracked places grew again, and the granules grew out and turned into fair skin, and in the end, he was almost like white jade, not only did he not have any scars, but he looked even more dusty.

Under the skin and flesh, his bones are constantly making a clicking sound, the old bones are directly shattered, the new bones are metamorphosed, the original little earthy yellow, all dissipated, and the new bones are crystal clear, like glass.

In the storage ring, a piece of intact clothing flew out and landed on Zhang Heng's body.

He had his hands behind his back, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

"I expected you to come!"