The bloody lion opened the organ that had no mouth and only left his throat, and there was a surging sucking power gushing out of it, what he was best at was devouring the other party's magic weapon, and his stomach was the best thing to refine the treasure, and everything would be completely melted and wiped out by the chaotic world in his stomach.

At this moment, a bunch of black mud-like things firmly stuck him, the bloody lion was slightly stunned, a little inexplicable, but there was a great fear in his heart, and then he was in severe pain, those mud was constantly devouring his body, chewing his skin, and also continued to extend downward, the bloody lion screamed again and again, and the already wide mouth continued to devour these mud, in his opinion, no matter anything, as long as it entered his stomach, even if it entered the grave, but this time it was unexpected, those mud entered his belly chaos world and began to devour his chaos world, This is something he has never encountered before, the Bloody Lion hurriedly used all his strength to suppress those mud, however, no matter how strong the Bloody Lion is, how can he face the power of the eighteen-layer hell world in the swamp magic mirror?

Zheng first took the bloody lion and turned his head to look at the Yin Poison Sect monk who was still a little stupid.

Guomu suddenly came to his senses and exclaimed, "Zheng Xian!"

Zheng Xian smiled and nodded: "I know it's me, and I cut myself!"

The eyes of the more than fifty monks behind Guomu were full of gloom, and there was a trace of panic that he tried his best to suppress, if he didn't know, he would never believe that a Dancheng monk would make the Gangcheng realm great monk who led the fifty Dan monks fearful, but Zheng Xian was indeed a terrifying being, if the Yin Poison Sect monks didn't put Zheng Xian in their eyes a few days ago, now all the Yin Poison Sect monks have regarded Zheng Xian as the only one in the world who can walk around alive.

Seeing Zheng Xian is second only to seeing the original god-killing mortal.

Guomu shouted bad luck, with a sneer on his face: "Zheng Xian, sooner or later, the grievances between you and our sect will be settled!"

You have to leave the scene behind first, otherwise it will be too faceless.

The other Yin Poison Sect monks had been waiting for Guomu's words for a long time, and when Guomu almost opened his mouth to say let, the Yin Poison Sect monks behind him had already turned around and left.

The monks who were scared away by the Yin Poison Gate in the distance couldn't help but stop at this time, turned their heads to look, and their hearts were so happy that they almost clapped their hands and applauded, the Yin Poison Gate also has today!

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, I'll eat and drink here, take care of it for a lifetime, let's stay!" Zheng Xian's tone was as cold as a sword, and then a round of blood-red round mirrors rose above Zheng Xian's head, and a world flew out of the mirror, and with a bang, it swallowed down the more than fifty Yin Poison Sect monks.

As long as he entered Zheng Xian's eighteen-layer hell, he would be torn apart and killed by the suffering creatures in the eighteen-layer hell in an instant.

Only the little saint called Guomu had some means, and when the eighteen layers of hell fell like a net, he turned around and fled, burrowing into the dense forest below and disappearing.

Zheng Xian was not in a hurry, he sacrificed the Diting Treasure Vase, the light in it spewed out, and he shone towards the large forest in front of him, Zheng Xian couldn't help but admire, and even Zheng Xian had to admit that the other party's methods were clever.

No wonder this little saint is called a fruit tree, it really blends with the woods under his feet, in Zheng Xian's eyes, the fruit trees have been cracked into a piece of meat, insects, the number is almost tens of thousands, into the large forest under his feet, if it is not for the fact that the forest has not yet been born in the soul, although Zheng Xian's Diting Treasure Vase can see these flesh and insects, but the insects in the forest do not know a little, Zheng Xian can't dig them out one by one, and even will not regard them as the embodiment of the fruit tree, turn a blind eye and be escaped by the fruit tree.

But in this forest, the fruit trees are like lice on a bald head.

Zheng Xian smiled: "You should be unlucky!"

Zheng Xian's veins drilled out the Heavenly Cloud Sword, coiling Zheng Xian and dancing endlessly.

"Split!" With Zheng Xian's soft snort, it was not worth Zheng Xian's use of immortal weapons to the Great Sword Pavilion to deal with a guy like Guomu.

With the word splitting, the Tiancong Cloud Sword suddenly elongated and became larger, turning into a giant sword with a width of tens of meters and a length of hundreds of meters, suspended above Zheng Xian's head, and then the sword body made a clanging sound, spewing out a series of small swords, these small swords emitted a piercing scream and jingled into the forest, maybe 2 because the sword body was too small, the forest was unharmed, and there was no change at all, and then those small swords flew out, and each small sword was inserted with a small dying meat and worm.

Zheng Xian directly swallowed all the meat and insects into the swamp pond magic mirror and fed the swamp pond as food.

As soon as it ended, the monks who were watching from a distance still felt a little unresponsive, and there were still sluggish expressions on their faces.

Then they were thrilled one by one, and their bodies were like frost covers, and they trembled, because they found that Zheng Xian was looking at them, and Zheng Xian's eyes were as cold as a bottomless cave, ready to swallow them in one bite and sink forever.

However, this gaze swept over them, and then Zheng first closed his gaze and flew away into the distance.

It took a long time for the monks to breathe a sigh of relief, patting their stiff and cold limbs, there was still a layer of goosebumps on them, even if they touched the Cun Zài of the Monument Realm, they would not have such fear, Zheng Xian was simply as terrifying as a mortal who killed gods at the beginning.

Now that the monks of the Yin Poison Sect have died, these monks are naturally overjoyed, seeing that Zheng Xian has disappeared without a trace, these monks glanced at each other, and all showed a look of surprise, and then turned their heads and plunged into the big forest, ready to feast on a large piece.

Who knew that as soon as they flew into the forest, the entire forest instantly disintegrated into ashes, turning into yellow sand and a cloud of smoke and dust.

Seeing the towering emerald green trees, the wild flowers and young grasses all over the ground dissipated and disintegrated, and the monks stood in silence.

Zheng Xianfangcai's Light Splitting Sword had already slaughtered the entire forest, but the sword was too fast and too strong, so this forest was still well preserved, and as they entered and brought the atmosphere, the entire forest was wiped out like a dream bubble.

Looking down from the sky, a huge gap appeared in the huge jungle world, and a cloud of smoke and dust billowed and dispersed everywhere......

A sword-wielding monk in the distance hurried over, but when he saw a verdant forest from afar, he knew that he was late, and he couldn't help but sigh in the air, and then he found that in this forest, there was a surge of vitality in the sky, and the aura was so abundant that it was outrageous.