"Zheng Xian is mine, only I can kill him!"

The voice was full of childishness, and it sounded like it was just a three- or four-year-old doll speaking, but there was this supreme power in this voice, which made people feel that the sound of a dragon and a tiger roaring lingered in their ears for a long time.

A luxury car drove over at a high speed in the distance, and after the screeching sound of sudden braking, a woman stepped out of the car, holding a doll that looked only three or four years old, the doll was still stained with Oreo's scum on its mouth, and a pair of bright big eyes, which should have been quite cute, but now a pair of eyes stared at Zheng Xian in the air as if he was about to breathe fire, so that no one dared to equate him with cuteness.

Zheng Xian looked down, his heart moved slightly, the old enemy came to the door!

Nalan Jinfeng's appearance looked a little older, but it was getting more and more spicy, exuding a resentful aura that only a poisonous widow could have, and a pair of eyes stared at Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian's gaze didn't pay too much attention to Nalan Jinfeng, Nalan Jinfeng was no longer an immortal cultivator, Zheng Xian looked at the doll, the light in the doll's eyes was like a sharp spike, directly piercing Zheng Xian's face, if it was an ordinary person, this gaze could penetrate it directly.

Zheng Xian smiled slightly: "Who should I be, why are you coming to me, ghost horse, and are you impatient again?"

The ghost horse's eyes narrowed slightly, and the deaths that Zheng Xian brought him again and again were like humiliations, and he had to ask for it back with his own interests.

Nalan Jinfeng has long been concerned about Zheng Xian, and has long wanted to find Zheng Xian to kill him, but the ghost horse has always objected, not because he was afraid of Zheng Xian, but because Zheng Xian wanted to hunt down those who came for the human race, although the ghost horse was full of hatred and anger, but the big truth was still understood, and he knew the severity, so he kept suppressing the flame in his heart, and at this time, the last adventist was eliminated, and the ghost horse was in charge, and he had to run to vent his anger.

Ghost Horse sneered and said, "Zheng Xian, I am no longer the original me. ”

"You can see that you are more immature than you were at the beginning. ”

"You ......" the ghost horse was so angry that he was not a good arguer, and after becoming a baby, this aspect was even more degraded, and there was a real dragon under his feet, and this real dragon was dozens of meters long with a head alone, not to mention the body.

Zheng Xian was hanging in the air at least a hundred meters at this time, but the giant dragon came out of the ground, and less than half of it had already reached Zheng Xian, and the dragon's mouth opened wide and bit down on Zheng Xian.

The surrounding monks retreated sharply, the dragon was extremely strong, squeezing the air away, and the huge air flow vibrated it, making it difficult for them to parry.

Those great cultivators of the Gangqi realm did not move at all except for the rest directly above the dragon's head, but they were quite surprised in their hearts, "It's amazing!"

Zheng Xian didn't expect the ghost horse to be so strong, and immediately retreated sharply, and he could avoid it from the dragon's mouth, and the sound of the dragon's teeth knocking was like a thunderbolt in the sky, and the lights of the city celebrating the victory in the distance dimmed suddenly, and it flashed a few times before it recovered.

At this time, a voice sounded in the distance, "Volcanic Dragon Ancestral Dragon, this is the remnant vein of the Great Qing Dragon Vein, good thing, dragon liver and phoenix gall are the most suitable for drinking." ”

Everyone was stunned, and they all looked towards the place where the voice came from, and saw a crazy monk in the distance, followed by two monks, a strong and a small.

The crazy monk smiled from afar: "Chang Xiao donor, the old monk wants to ask you to return a thing from my apprentice." ”

Zheng Xian frowned slightly and said directly: "What is in my hands is mine." ”

The mad monk obviously didn't expect Zheng Xian to be so shameless, he didn't even inquire about what it was, and directly said such heartless words.

However, the crazy monk is not an ordinary person, and he still laughed and said: "This thing is of no use to you at all, but it is related to the future of my apprentice, and I ask the donor to make it convenient." If the donor is willing to return it, how about the poor monk willing to help the donor resolve the current calamity?"

Zheng first looked the monk up and down, and then said, "You mean to help me kill all these monks, as well as this big dragon?"

The monks and ghost horses around couldn't help frowning slightly at this time, if this monk hadn't come from the clouds, they would have to think he was crazy.

The crazy monk shook his head again and again when he heard this: "Good and good, the donor's killing intention is too heavy, and the poor monk practiced a Buddhist magic power when he was young, called the "Sutra of the Dead". As he spoke, the mad monk opened his mouth and spit out the original shining scroll, on which the words of the Dead Man's Sutra wandered like snakes and insects.

"I can include these monks and this Voldemort dragon in the scriptures, there is a desert and a sea, and another is called the sword and soldier hell, and there is a poor sea, the environment inside is harsh, survival is difficult, and the aura is even thinner, the poor monks accepted them and locked them up until they turned into white bones, so that there is no need to kill, alas, we monks are too merciful to see the killing of life!"

When the mad monk spoke, he immediately attracted a lot of scolding.

"It is said that monks are the worst, and sure enough, they are right!"

"Don't leave the bald donkey for a while......"

Far away, on the top of a mountain, a big monkey followed by three boys, looking over with a pergola in his hand, and the big monkey muttered, "Zheng Xian is my ......"

These words made the three boys and girls with pigtails behind them shiver down their backs......

At this time, another voice sounded, "Tsk, what a shameless monk, but I just like such a shameless guy, tsk, such a big dragon head, it just so happens that I need a pet to relieve boredom when I travel to the sea of stars, this thing is good, I want it!"

The voice didn't sound loud, but it was quite powerful, like a knife carved into the hearts of everyone present, and those who had not yet seen each other had already made most of the monks present feel frightened.

Those great cultivators of the Gangqi realm were startled and looked up in unison.

The mad monk smiled, as if he had known that there was such a person there, but he also looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw an emaciated man sitting on a white cloud, a pair of eyes full of smiles, holding a bead in his hand, this bead is not ordinary at first glance, it should be a magic weapon, and it is also a magic weapon of quite good quality, because the magic weapon has given birth to divine thoughts, screaming more than once, this is at least a spiritual weapon, and may even be able to cultivate on its own.

"By the way, this Zheng Xian is mine, I am going to treat him as my little friend and go to the sea of stars together, who wants to fight with me?"

As the words were spoken, the surrounding clouds swayed violently, as if they had been slashed by thousands of long knives and swords, and the thick clouds were instantly shattered, and the moonlight poured down on his head, and mercury fell on the man.

The monk of the Yin Poison Gate was stunned and whispered, "What's the matter? As soon as the Adventist is removed, all the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods have come out?"

This monk is in the realm of Gangqi, obeying the holy order of the three saints who swallow the heavens and ten earths and eat people, and has been preparing for a whole year, waiting to kill Zheng Xian, his cultivation is not low, at this time, he just muttered in a suppressed voice, but obviously he was heard by the emaciated man above his head, so he laughed dryly and said: "Cow ghost snake god? This is a curse, forget it, I'm in a good mood today, you take out a magic weapon that can be passed for me to eat, and I will spare you!"

How can the monk of the Yin Poison Gate say that he is also in the realm of Gangqi, and he has his own arrogance, besides, he does not have a magic weapon, but the magic weapon is becoming less and less among the entire immortal cultivators, and in his hands it is a magic weapon that has been passed down for thousands of years, and with spirituality, just like the biological son of this monk, how can he give it to others lightly?

The monk sneered: "What a big breath, if you want the magic weapon of this monarch, you can get it yourself!"

After the monk finished speaking, he heard a soft sound in his ears, and then his pupils suddenly contracted, and the emaciated monk who was still in the sky suddenly came to his eyes without any perception at all, and then the monk of the Yin Poison Gate Gang Qi Realm felt a sudden pain in his mouth, and there was a crisp sound, and the orb in the thin man's hand was stuffed into his mouth at once, shattering his teeth.

This was not the most fearful thing for this Yin Poison Sect monk, what he felt the most terrifying was that he was now stiff, like a thousand long swords and long knives, and he didn't dare to move, his body was like a clay carved wood, and he didn't listen to his call at all.

And he saw the emaciated monk stretching out his hand and touching him.

The monk of the Yin Poison Gate was shocked in his heart, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat like this, there were hundreds of monks of the Yin Poison Gate behind him, and there were three hundred monks rushing towards this side not far away, this man was just one person, why was he afraid?

The monk of the Yin Poison Sect immediately sneered: "You want my magic weapon? Dream! Unless you hack me! I guess you won't have heard the name of my Yin Poison Sect, do you dare?"

There was a crisp click, the sound was like a quick knife cutting through a watermelon, and the Yin Poison Sect monk showed a look of disbelief on his face, and then a hair-thin blood streak spilled out of the middle of his eye, and then the blood streaked all the way down, directly to his crotch.

"No, no, no, no, no......"

The monk of the Yin Poison Gate was frightened, and hurriedly wanted to be reborn and repair his body, but he found that there was a gap between the two bodies, and they were no longer from one body, they were mutually exclusive and could not be fused, and the monk of the Yin Poison Gate wanted to regrow flesh and blood, but he was desperate to find that his cultivation was all gone at this time, and the blood spurted out wildly from the wound, and there were ten Dao Qi that he had spent more than ten years storing。

This Yin Poison Sect monk was extremely unwilling, and with a pair of eyes, he looked at the emaciated man who didn't know where to get out, and saw that he didn't know when he touched his magic weapon like a son, the Divine Light Saw, and at this time, he was laughing and biting off the Divine Light Saw, and the Divine Light Saw let out a fierce howl, and the sound was ......

This is the end of the thinking of the monk of this evil sect.

The emaciated man looked at the monk who had fallen into a pulp of flesh with regret, and then looked up at everyone: "Who else wants to laugh and fight with me?"