As a person, Zheng Yifan and Hang Qing are undoubtedly qualified, they have a clear conscience, and it can even be said that they have paid more than anyone else for the development of the entire human race, but in front of their own children, they are full of guilt, they are completely unqualified, so Zheng Yifan is extremely guilty, and he doesn't even dare to look at Zheng Xian's face, only Hang Qing is still looking at her son carefully, how much she wants to see her son, countless times she woke up in a nightmare, it was a blurred face, until this year ago, when they knew about an immortal cultivator named Zheng Xian, the blurred face in Hang Qing's heart really became clear.

Hang Qing didn't dare to expect Zheng Xian's forgiveness, she just hoped to remember this face firmly, and from now on, she would never forget it forever, so she would be satisfied.

The three of them bowed their heads and looked at each other, and a very wonderful love was brewing and fermenting in silence.

At this moment, a sneer came from the surrounding walls, the circular space was still falling, and the walls covered with acne were already so high that they were almost invisible.

There was a loud bang, and the entire primordial space trembled violently, as if the elevator had finally bottomed out when it fell sharply.

Zheng Yifan and Hang Qing were directly bounced up, but they were not thrown down, but slowly fell to the ground.

Zheng Xian looked around, and saw that earthworm-like roots were drilled out of the surrounding walls, densely intertwined.

Zheng Xian is now like getting under a big tree with an extremely developed root system, the soil is almost gone, and all Zheng Xian can see is the thick roots.

"It's a den of thieves!"

Zheng Xian said lightly, ignoring the parents of the two, or rather, Zheng Xian really didn't know how to pay attention to them, Zheng Xian didn't want to show how angry he was, and he didn't want to show that he seemed to have completely forgotten their betrayal and abandonment, Zheng Xian couldn't find a balance between the two, so Zheng Xian decided to express his current mood in the simplest way, that is, to ignore it.

It just so happened that at this time, the acne on his face came out and came out to relieve Zheng Xian.

"A den of thieves? Of course you can say that, I don't care about this derogatory term, no, speaking of which, I am very useful, and now that you finally know your own situation, I am going to break your faith little by little, so that you know what is called a lost dog, so that you know what is called fear, and then, in front of you, little by little, kill your parents, so that you can understand how powerless, how weak you are, and in the end, you can choose to surrender to me, kneel at my feet, and of course, I may also give you a death without hesitation, do you know what I meanI just want you to know that your life and death are in my hands, and no one can control them!"

Zheng first gouged out his ears and sneered: "The acne I know has never said to do it first, why has it become chattering like a woman full of resentment?" Oh, I see, I must have killed you a few times, and beat you to the ground and fled a few times, so your heart was full of resentment, so you found an opportunity to run to vent, tsk, if this can make you feel better, you don't let go of a few more words, because after a while, you will no longer have the ability to speak, I will tell you to shut up forever, cherish the time you can still speak now. ”

With a pimple on his face, he laughed, and the vines formed the wall in which Dream pulled out a sharp root system, which made a sound of breaking through the air and whipped towards Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian didn't dodge or dodge, and reached out to grab the root system.

His face was full of joy, and at the same time, there was a glimmer of doubt in his heart, his root system could extract a qiē power, Zheng Xian naturally knew, since he knew, how could he reach out to grab it? Is he trying to seek death? Of course it can't be, is his brain in water and confused for a while? Zheng Xian is not this kind of person, he is not afraid of his root system if he has a later move? This is even more impossible, he firmly believes that no one will care about his root system at all, this is the power of the soil.

How dare Zheng Xian? Do you still want to use Jianmu's power to restrain my Xiyang? If that's the case, it would be great!

While such thoughts were wandering in his face and his mind, the whip had already reached Zheng Xian's palm.

Zheng Xian directly grabbed the root system, and the root system that the power of the soil condensed into the soil suddenly gave birth to countless thorn buds, desperately piercing the flesh of Zheng Xian's palm, as long as these thorn buds were connected to Zheng Xian's bloodline, then Zheng Xian would be drained of the soil in the blink of an eye, and the power of the soil was not something that Zheng Xian could fight against. Even if Zheng Xian had an incomplete small world as a source of power, the speed at which the Si Yang instantly absorbed the power far exceeded the power supply speed of the eighteen layers of hell in Zheng Xian's swamp pond magic mirror, that is to say, Zheng Xian was like a small water pipe, the power of the Si Yang was very strong, and the power supplied by the eighteen layers of hell in the swamp pond magic mirror was also very strong, but unfortunately, Zheng Xian was too small and was emptied by the rest of the soil, so even if the eighteen layers of hell were ten times stronger, it still could not change the ending of Zheng Xian being sucked to death.

"Pimples, you're studying how to deal with me, don't you know that I've been thinking about how to deal with you when I meet you again?

Zheng Xian said that pieces of gold and iron began to condense on his palm, and those roots were rooted in this steel, and immediately emitted a piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, and those roots failed to penetrate Zheng Xian's palm, but bent slightly one by one, but still left a shocking deep scratch on Zheng Xian's palm.

The acne sneered on his face: "It turns out that it is relying on the power of the golden corpse, if you think that this can become a bargaining chip to defeat me, then you are very wrong!"

As he spoke, the roots suddenly began to spin, like diamonds, and I don't know how much gold and iron were wrapped in the soil, and the two were not enemies, but friends, and the name earth was made of metal and soil.

Among the Nine Yao Star Cores, I am afraid that there is no such harmony between the two star cores as the relationship between the Rest of the Earth and the Golden Corpse.

With a ding, Zheng Xian's palm was pierced by a drill-like breath.

With a smile on his face, Ning smiled: "Drill me!"

One root system after another is like an arrow from the string, stabbing Zheng Xian fiercely, and Zheng Xian can be pierced through in an instant.