It was Zheng Xian who spoke.

Zheng Xian has been silent, in the eyes of others, Zheng Xian's opinion is no longer important, whether it is the more and more immortal cultivators of various factions gathered here, or the little doll ghost horse born from the real dragon, or the fierce and domineering Chang Xiao who was born out of nowhere, or the crazy monk's crazy thoughts, plus the roots under his feet, the unparalleled face of pox, none of these people think that Zheng Xian still has the ability to choose his own fate, in their opinion, Zheng Xian just stood in place obediently, waiting for them to distinguish the superior, and then decide his life and death.

Now Zheng Xian actually ran out and told them about the consequences of ignoring him, which is really funny.

"Zheng Xian, what qualifications do you have to talk about the consequences now?" The ghost horse's voice was full of gloom, he didn't expect so many guys to come, these guys turned out to be extraordinary in their means, originally he thought that after he became a true dragon spirit fetus, he didn't dare to say that he was invincible in this world, but at least he reached the top height in the realm of Gangqi, but these people in front of him are not simple, of course, the ghost horse does not think that he is worse than them, no matter what, what he has is the power of a real dragon vein, although it is only the Manchu Qing Yu vein, but it is definitely not to be underestimated.

Zheng Xian smiled and said: "My life is up to me, and the sky can't control me, let alone you guys." ”

That's a bit crazy.

A group of immortal cultivators looked at Zheng Xian in unison, and one of the immortal cultivators was stunned and then said in a low voice: "This is an immortal cultivator, and an immortal cultivator should have the courage to not be afraid of heaven and earth, and the mind to despise an opponent." It's no wonder that I have been stuck in the realm of Jiedan and have not been able to progress, compared with Zheng Xian, it is really a big difference. ”

"Hehe, what's the use of a big difference? No matter how good he is, this time he is not dying here, even if he doesn't die, he will be caught and skinned and cramped, tortured endlessly, you must know that one of the people here now is considered to be Zheng Xian's enemy. A monk next to the monk sneered.

After thinking about it, the monk who admired Zheng Xian before shook his head slightly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the avenue is easy to find, but the heart of the Tao is rare, in the face of such a form, whether it is arrogant or fearless, this Zheng Xian has a heart to hold the Tao in short, but unfortunately, this heart will die here today." ”

Zheng Xian smiled at this time and said: "I am going to walk all the way from here now, whoever stands in front of me and blocks my path will die!"

When Zheng Xian said this, the eyes that were slenderer than ordinary people narrowed slightly, and there was nothing inside, obviously not putting anyone in front of him in his eyes.

Chang Xiao glanced at Zheng Xian deeply, and then laughed and said: "Okay, it's an interesting guy, going to a place as vast as the Xinghai is suitable for finding a guy like you as a companion, I'll make way for you first! ”

"Do you want to bet?" Zheng Xian's eyes were still blank.

Chang Xiao's eyes flashed slightly, "Okay, just bet on your purple gold gourd, although that thing is mine sooner or later, it's always good to be able to grab it without using your hands." ”

Zheng Xian seemed to be confident and said directly: "As long as you have a bet of corresponding value, it will be successful." ”

Chang Xiao thought about it, there was really nothing comparable to the purple gold gourd on him, after thinking about it, Chang Xiao suddenly smiled and said: "In this way, if you can get out of here alive, I will kill all the immortal cultivators in the province, anyway, they are all your enemies, and it will be of great benefit to you if I kill them." ”

Zheng Xiankongmeng's eyes finally began to focus, and the figure of Chang Smiling was reflected in his eyes.

"Good. ”

"Ugly words ahead, I'm a person who doesn't like to lose. After Chang Xiao finished saying this, his body rose and returned to his original sitting position, sitting in the air, looking down at all beings.

Zheng Xian's eyes became empty again, and he stepped forward at the same time.

Zheng Xian walked not fast, step by step, every step was like beating a war drum, sounding the alarm to the people in front of him, it stands to reason that the person blocking the road in front of Zheng Xian should be full of acne, but his face and feet are like tree roots deep into the ground, and Zheng Xian is at a height of 100 meters, so the face of acne can't stop Zheng Xian's way.

Standing in front of Zheng Xian were a group of monks from the Ghost Dao Sect.

There are hundreds of monks in the Ghost Dao Gate this time, led by two great monks in the Gang Qi realm, to be honest, Zheng Xian has a purple gold gourd in his hand, an immortal weapon to the Great Sword Pavilion, and a Dao weapon-level swamp pond magic mirror, this is not counting the charged particle cannon on the chest of the ultimate battle armor that Zheng Xian has, the Ghost Dao Gate really doesn't want to stand in front of Zheng Xian as a bird, this kind of thing is best to ask others to test Zheng Xian's depth.

But they can't retreat now, once they retreat, they will be a laughing stock, more than a hundred ghost Daomen monks were so frightened by Zheng Xian that they fled without a fight, they can't afford such a notorious, but if they don't back down, they will have to take out at least eighty percent of the lives of their disciples to exchange lives with Zheng Xian.

It was not the first time that the two monks of the Gang Qi Realm of the Ghost Dao Sect had seen Zheng Xian, they had watched Zheng Xian fight in and out of the Great Sword Pavilion with one of them, and they didn't know how many monks they had killed.

The two Gang Qi Realm Great Cultivators of the Ghost Dao Sect looked at each other in unison, and both of them saw a trace of fear in each other's eyes.

Zheng Xian had already taken five steps at this time, and each step seemed to be an ordinary step, but it was a full span of more than ten meters.

A crowd of incomparable feelings of oppression struck, and the two great cultivators of the Ghost Dao Sect nodded slightly, and one of them spoke: "Disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect, withdraw!"

The monks around couldn't help but be stunned, originally they were all waiting to see a good show, Zheng Xian and the Ghost Dao Gate fight, there will always be some gaps, and when the time comes, they will take advantage of Zheng Xian's fight with the Ghost Dao Gate to make a sneak attack, and they can always kill Zheng Xian.

They didn't expect the Ghost Dao Sect to be so tasteless, and they were so frightened by Zheng Xian that they would rather be a turtle with a shrunken head, and would rather abandon the face of the Ghost Dao Gate.

For a while, the surrounding colors were all around, and the disciples of the Ghost Dao Sect retreated to the side in a gloomy manner, not daring to raise their faces one by one, completely looking like they had been thrown home in shame.

The ghost door let go, some people are very unhappy, that is, the dripping blood gate behind the ghost door, the dripping blood gate is not as strong as the ghost door, there are only more than sixty disciples who came this time, in fact, the circle surrounding Zheng Xian is divided into three layers, the first layer is those first-class factions, there are ghost doors, there are yin poison gates, there are nine knocks on the immortal gate, etc., after this circle, there are some second-rate sects, and then one layer later, some are even some loose cultivation to take advantage.

The strength of the Dripping Blood Gate is far inferior to the Ghost Dao Gate, seeing Zheng Xian coming step by step, the disciples of the Dripping Blood Gate are nervous, if everyone goes up to attack Zheng Xian in a crazy way, they are absolutely unambiguous, and they will definitely kill them, but now to ask them to face Zheng Xian alone, it is simply equivalent to taking their lives, everyone thinks that Zheng Xian must die here today, but everyone does not want to pay a heavy price.

The disciples of the Dripping Blood Sect became more and more nervous, and one of them said in a low voice: "Uncle Mao, let's also retreat, it is unwise to exchange our lives for lives, and the most important thing is that we will fight to the death to kill Zheng Xian, and the other sects will pounce on them like wolves fighting for food, maybe they will die in vain."

The great monk of the Gangqi realm looked at Zheng Xian, who was coming steadily, his eyes were empty, and then at the Ghost Dao Gate who was hiding on the side and sitting on the side with a shrunken head, and finally, Uncle Mao stomped his feet and stretched out his hand, and the disciples of the Blood Dripping Sect behind him couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and they all followed Uncle Mao to the side.

Zheng Xianbing was not bloody, but walked a few hundred meters, and the monks of the two factions avoided it, and it must be unbelievable to say it.

The monks of these two factions would rather be shameless, and definitely not Zheng Xian to stop Zheng Xian, at this time, many monks felt that Zheng Xian's intelligence was terrifying.

Zheng Xianming's statement that those who stand in the way die sounds extremely arrogant, but in fact he divides the monks who surrounded him into two, one in front of him and the other in addition to him.

Zheng Xian's words caused the monks outside the road in front of him to stand by and watch, waiting for the sect that stopped on Zheng Xian's road to fight to the death, which made Zheng Xian have a large number of enemies at once, which was a hundred times better than directly facing the thousands of monks who surrounded him layer by layer.

As the bloodshed retreated, boos rang out again, but the boos were a little weaker than they had just begun.

The few sects behind the Blood Dripping Gate are even smaller, although they are also densely packed with people, but there are enough four sects here, the disciples of these four sects, you look at me, I look at you, no one wants to run out to be cannon fodder, and immediately hula scattered, and the road in front of Zheng Xian was like an ox plough breaking the ground, dodging a straight passage.

A dry cough sounded in an extremely bad mood.

Chang Xiao, who was suspended in the air, said: "I said, I am a person who doesn't like to lose, I forgot to tell you, and I don't like those who lead me to lose." ”

Saying that, Chang Xiao's figure shook slightly in the air, and he swooped to the back of the Ghost Dao Gate, and then the stumps flew and blood splashed.

No one can see what Chang Xiao is doing, what can be seen is Chang Xiao's head being exposed by cutting the wheat on the ground layer by layer.

After an instant, Chang Xiao walked out behind the Ghost Dao Gate, stepped over hundreds of Ghost Dao Sect disciples in one step, and came to the Ghost Dao Gate, and saw that Chang Xiao had a string of things in his hand at this time.

From a distance, it looked like red grapes, and when I got closer, I found that Chang Xiao was carrying a bunch of fresh and steaming human heads in his hand.

All of them are the heads of the disciples of the Ghost Dao Sect.

Chang Xiao threw these heads towards the two great monks of the Ghost Dao Sect, and the two great monks hurriedly caught the heads of at least twenty Ghost Dao Sect disciples steadily.

"You dare to kill my Ghost Dao Sect disciple!"

Chang Xiao ignored their roars, but grinned and said: "It seems that there is no chance to watch the play in leisure, this time I will be a shepherd and drive these little sheep to devour the big bad wolf!"