Zheng Xian spurted out a line of bright red blood and flew all the way upside down, and finally hit the light curtain of the killing field with a bang, and at this time, thousands of scales burst out on Zheng Xian's body, scattering and flying, and even the armor was scattered and shattered.

The Red Mirror Master used all his strength and all his anger in this punch, that is, the ultimate battle armor and the colonization armor are indeed good, otherwise this punch can blow Zheng Xian to the point that there are no bones left, and no matter how strong the recovery ability is, it is useless.

The man in the red mirror laughed wildly, and the entire arena was covered by the laughter of the man in the red mirror. At the same time, the stele crystal on the person on the red mirror began to grow wildly in a large area, and the swamp pond magic mirror flew over, getting close to each other with the stele, and blending into the stele for a moment.

After the Red Mirror Master successfully cast the stele, it should be a round mirror.

The Colorful Hammer still has the most rearly spiritual sense that has not been destroyed, and Zheng Xian is only a little short of being able to destroy the Colorful Hammer's spiritual thoughts, just a little bit like a hair.

The upper and lower hearts of the Dragon and Tiger Danmen are all cold, like falling into a well in the cold winter.

Zhenggong Zhenjun slammed the water purification and signaled the water purification to flee quickly!

Pure water gritted his silver teeth and was about to escape.

A hideous smile appeared on the face of the person on the red mirror, and a cold wind came out of his teeth and said, "Zheng Xian, Zheng Xian, how are you going to die?"

Zheng Xian wiped the blood from his mouth and muttered silently in his mouth.

Five......

Four......

The Master of the Red Mirror sneered playfully, "What are you doing? Are you afraid of dying?

Zheng Xian spit out a mouthful of blood, rubbed his bloody stomach and said, "It's a pity, it's just a little bit, just a little bit that you can successfully cast a monument!"

The man in the red mirror raised his eyebrows, and the cheerful Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled: "You are wrong, yes, you are just a little bit, you can stop me from casting the stele, don't you see that the stele crystal on my body has begun to condense?"

Zheng Xian pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed.

The eyes of the man in the red mirror narrowed slightly, and the colorful hammer in his hand suddenly exploded with a bang, blowing the already dying colorful hammer to pieces.

The last line of spiritual thoughts of the Colorful Hammer was blown apart, and it was wiped out in an instant, without even letting out a miserable cry.

Bombs are absolutely rare in this world, and the monks use their vitality to determine the threat, and bombs do not have any vitality fluctuations, even if they light the fuse and put it in front of them, they will not care, to put it bluntly, they have no knowledge of this.

The power of this bomb removed from the red mecha was really nothing to the man in the red mirror, at most, it blew his palm black, and even the skin of his swamp demon armor could not be damaged, like a small cannon explosion.

But it was such a small firecracker-like bomb that was not threatening to the Master of the Red Mirror that cut off the hope of the Master of the Red Mirror to cast a monument.

The man in the red mirror was stunned, he couldn't believe it, he didn't know what was going on in the Dao, and then an unspeakable heartache bloomed from the deepest part of his heart, from the deepest part of his soul.

Ahh......h

The screams of the people on the red mirror burst like a volcanic eruption, booming, and the pillars of the surrounding killing field were lit up and down with this shout.

At the same time, the stele on the person on the red mirror began to shatter, like fireworks on the New Year's Day, blooming endlessly on the person on the red mirror.

Just one line, just one line, just one line!

There is only one line left, and the person in the red mirror will be able to cast the monument successfully!

However, it was such a thin line, the man in the red mirror fell from heaven to hell!

The stele full of blood, the stele full of anger, exploded at the same time, the blood soared, and the anger surged.

Blood and fire devour each other.

Everything exploded in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant, thousands of years of accumulation, thousands of years of desire, in the place closest to success, in an instant into slag, which caught people off guard.

Everything was like a long wind blowing, and calm was restored in an instant.

The man on the red mirror hung in the air, and the look on his face was heartbreaking at first sight.

Hundreds of years ago, the Master of the Red Mirror lost the Taoist couple who grew up together and was a childhood sweetheart, and today, the Master of the Red Mirror has lost the only partner who accompanied him through countless ups and downs!

The hearts of the people on the red mirror were broken, not entirely because the monument could not be cast, but more because of the departure of the friends who had witnessed his countless glory and countless pains, and from then on, he was the only one left in this world. If the monument fails, you can come again, but your friend dies, what should I do?

At this moment, the Master of the Red Mirror felt that it didn't matter whether the monument was cast or not, and he would rather not cast the monument than get back that dull Colorful Hammer!

However, everything is irretrievable!

Rage, rage, rage!

Anger crept through the heart of the man in the red mirror like a thousand poisonous snakes, tearing his internal organs apart and peeking out of every pore of his body.

Revenge!

The one-eyed man in the red mirror stabbed towards Zheng Xian like a sharp sword!

Then the Master of the Red Mirror saw the back of Zheng Xian, who wanted to escape!

This bastard kid did such a thing, and he even wanted to run away?

How can there ever be such a cheap thing in the world?

The man in the red mirror let out a desperate roar like a wounded beast, and as soon as his body moved, he instantly arrived behind Zheng Xian, and smashed Zheng Xian's back with a punch.

Zheng Xian originally wanted to take advantage of the blow of the Red Alert Master to escape from the killing scene along the passage where the Red Mirror Master entered, after all, Zheng Xian had the opportunity to fish in troubled waters when he was outside. The more people, the safer it is for Zheng Xian.

It's a pity that Zheng Xian was hit by a punch from the Red Mirror Master before he could escape from the killing field.

Directly smashed Zheng Xian from the air, exploding on the ground like a cannonball.

The man in the red mirror chased after Zheng Xian's figure in a hurry, but found that there was no one under the big pit that was smashed out of the smoke and dust.

Obviously, Zheng Xian once again played the stealth tricks he had played before.

The Master of the Red Mirror was furious, and with a wave of his hand, the magic mirror of the swamp pond immediately spun rapidly, and the methods of the Master of the Red Alert were far more clever than Kunlun and the others, and almost in an instant, he found Zheng Xian, who was wearing a scroll of retreat, and his body was drenched in blood and ready to escape.

Zheng Xian, who had lost the protection of the ultimate battle armor, almost killed him with the punch of the Master of the Red Mirror, and Zheng Xian at this time relied on a large handful of jade coins thrown in his mouth to support him.

The red mirror sneered, he wanted to dig out Zheng Xian's heart and liver!

The figure on the red mirror suddenly disappeared in place, and then appeared behind Zheng Xian, and with one hand, he removed Zheng Xian's retreat scroll and threw it aside, while the other hand grabbed Zheng Xian's neck.

At this time, Zheng Xian no longer has two layers of armor on his body, only himself, where can he withstand the pinching of the person on the red mirror?

The eyes of the little holy ghoul of the Yin Poison Gate watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but flash, Zheng Xian had no armor on his body to isolate the outside breath, and the killing field opened a gap, the identity of Zheng Xian's slave could not be hidden at all, the little holy ghoul showed a surprised look on his face, "This guy is actually a slave of their Yin Poison Gate, who does he belong to, what is he doing?"

Layers of corpse qi began to be purified on the ghouls' bodies, and for him, since Zheng Xian was a slave of their poisonous sect, there was no reason to be killed by outsiders, and it was up to the master to beat the dog.

The ghoul was about to make a move, but saw Zheng Xian turn around suddenly, and a bottle in his hand smashed on the head of the person on the red mirror with a bang.

This kind of smashing method is like a fight in the market, and there is no difference between it and a ruffian hooligan, the master of the red mirror has already grabbed Zheng Xian's neck at this time, and he doesn't pay attention to Zheng Xian's dying struggle, the more fierce Zheng Xian's struggle, the happier he is, the happier he is!

The man on the red mirror laughed loudly, an immortal cultivator of the fractal realm was detached from those strange armors, and there was only such a level.

"I will make you bitter and never ......"

Before the words of the man in the red mirror could be completely uttered, he felt a burning sensation on the top of his head, a pain that pierced the depths of his soul.

The little holy ghost corpse who was about to do it frowned slightly, and an elder next to him said in a low voice: "It's Meng Po Tang Yellow Spring Water." ”

The ghost corpse suddenly showed a whole row of white teeth, and said with a smile: "I know who this guy is, that slave of Tong Hu, no matter what, if you want to capture him alive, even if you become an enemy with Red Mirror Dao from now on, you will not hesitate to do it!

Meng Po soup can stimulate the soul the most, and it can make the soul feel pain, but when it comes to the level of the Master of the Red Mirror, this kind of stimulation is nothing great to him, and with the powerful soul of the Master of the Red Mirror, the sting of the Meng Po soup can be wiped out in an instant.

But his swamp pond magic armor didn't work, and the swamp pond magic armor was all composed of condensed souls, and this Meng Po soup was poured up, like a match was thrown inside the powder keg, and with a bang, the entire powder keg exploded directly.

Zheng Xian's bottle of Meng Po soup was not enjoyable, and then another bottle was spilled.

The spirit on the swamp demon armor of the person on the red mirror let out a cry of pain, and thousands of ghosts cried wolf, and the sound even shook the entire arena.

The man in the red mirror who was in the swamp magic armor snorted coldly, if he wanted to remove the swamp pool magic armor that was in the way, if he wanted to kill Zheng Xian, he didn't have to use the swamp magic armor at all!

However, the Master of the Red Mirror suddenly discovered that this swamp pond demon armor did not obey the call and could not remove the armor?

Immediately afterwards, a wave of resentment full of vicious resentment was born from the swamp demon armor, and this resentment was like a fire, but it made the person in the red mirror feel cold all over his body.

It was this resentment that controlled the Swamp Armor, causing the Swamp Armor not to listen to the Red Mirror's commands.

The Master of the Red Mirror was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that the spirit of the swamp demon armor that had just been born by him not long ago.

Worst!

The Swamp Pond Demon Armor was originally condensed by countless divine souls, and such a battle armor wanted to hide a divine thought of its own, which was very easy, as if it was wandering among thousands of caves, if it was in normal times, the Red Mirror Master would naturally be able to slowly kill this divine thought, but the Red Mirror Master was worried about the colorful hammer at the time, and he didn't have time to clean it up carefully, thinking about killing Zheng Xian before he did it.

Originally, this was nothing, a subtle divine thought, nothing could be done, and there was no threat to him.

But Zheng Xian's Meng Po Tang Yellow Spring Water, like pulling out seedlings to help grow, will make this gossamer-like residual divine thought stronger!

The biggest effect of Meng Po soup is to make the soul become fierce and strong through continuous torture of the divine soul, and Meng Po soup is a great tonic for the swamp pond demon armor, although it makes him feel abnormal pain!

Giggles, the swamp pond magic armor is like a newborn baby, how can there be no resentment when he is drowned, he has worked hard to give birth to spiritual consciousness, and he has never understood a little bit of this world, but he has to be strangled by his closest parents, this kind of resentment, the Yellow River can't wash away.

The swamp magic mirror also flew over, shattering into more than a dozen pieces, embedded in the swamp magic armor, the two became one, controlling themselves by themselves, far more proficient than the people in the red mirror.

The millions of divine souls in the swamp pond demon armor all trembled, and the magic armor that was originally composed of divine souls like gold and iron beads now looked like aquatic plants at the bottom of the sea, dancing wildly.

Then these spirits drilled down sharply and began to bite the flesh of the person on the red mirror.

This kind of change made all the immortal cultivators present unexpected, and at such a critical moment, the swamp pond demon armor of the person on the red mirror actually began to attack its master!

I don't know why, I still think that Zheng Xian has done some terrible poisonous trick, that is, many immortal cultivators of the Yin Poison Sect can vaguely guess what kind of mysterious turn has happened in it.

Seeing the man in the red mirror roaring again and again, as if he was entangled in seaweed while diving at the bottom of the sea, he couldn't stop waving his arms in the air, and the layers of Gang Qi on his body spewed out like flames, but he couldn't hurt the swamp demon armor at all, this scene was really shocking.

There is no more aggrieved existence in the world than the person in the red mirror.

He is a great monk who has become extremely successful, a supreme sect with thousands of disciples, an existence that is about to cast a monument to reach the peak of the human race, and an old fritter who has been famous for hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years, but he can't kill a Zheng Xian no matter what, but he was so embarrassed by Zheng Xian, on the verge of death, that even the armor he painstakingly cultivated had to kill the master.

It can be said that the more he wants to kill Zheng Xian, the more he will suffer, and the more tragic the end.

Thinking of the various encounters of the Dragon and Tiger Danmen since they approached Zheng Xian, three big characters burst out clearly in the heart of Zhenggong Zhenjun - broom star!

A broom star with a tail sweeping a thousand miles!