Zheng opened his eyes first!

A golden pill like a small sword in Zheng Xian's body was swimming back and forth, as flexible as a small swimming fish.

No matter where this golden pill swam, the flesh and skin there were like balloons that had been blown up.

Zheng Xian can clearly feel the various hybrid qi veins around him, these qi veins surround Zheng Xian, like a river, Zheng Xian can inhale them into his stomach when he opens his mouth, and they flow into the golden pill continuously.

Dancheng realm!

Dancheng does not move, and Jindan is successful, and he can't fight.

Of course, this refers to the fact that the monk wants to continue to move forward on the path of cultivating immortals, and for the current Zheng Xian, Dancheng can't be moved, because he Zheng Xian has to save his life first.

Zheng Xian's little sword Jin Dan can hold nearly eight thousand vitality power, and now after Zheng Xian throws a vitality capsule in his mouth, he doesn't have to try his best to digest the excess power of the vitality capsule, and the excess two thousand vitality power, Zheng Xian can completely store it between the limbs and a hundred remains.

Zheng Xian looked over, and saw that the swamp pond magic mirror was spitting out an eighteen-layer hell at this time, completely occupying the space within a radius of ten miles around.

Originally, there were the souls of ten great monks of the Gangqi realm in the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror, but now, in the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror, there were already the divine souls of nearly twenty great monks of the Gangqi realm.

A group of immortal cultivators were trapped in it and chewed by the Yin Ghosts, and they were attacked by more than 20 unbeatable Great Monk Spirits.

Zheng Xian felt that there was still something missing in these eighteen layers of hell.

Then Zheng Xian suddenly came to his senses, and immediately threw out the Yasaka Qiongquyu, as soon as the Yasaka Qiongquyu entered the eighteenth layer of hell, it exploded into countless stars and dots, and merged into the eighteenth layer of hell.

The spirit of the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror came out from the side of the Yin Fire, a look of great joy on his face, and then he threw himself straight into the Yin Fire.

The Yin Fire devoured the spirit of the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror in one fell swoop.

No, it's not devouring, it's constantly smelting the soul of the Swamp Magic Mirror.

The two-headed divine soul let out a pleasant moan under the continuous burning of the yin fire.

Soon after, the yin fire gradually extinguished, and a ghost king burst out of the flames, this ghost king was so majestic, the black robe and black belt were crawling all over the body of yin blue ghosts and ghosts, with two heads and horns, one head with a blurred face, and the other head with a clear face, but extremely hideous, hiding suspicion and hostility to the whole world.

This ghost king is the spirit of the Swamp Pond Magic Mirror, and at this moment he is the ruler of the eighteen layers of hell, and he has the highest authority among these eighteen layers of hell.

The sleeves of the ghost king's robe shook, and the entire eighteenth layer of hell began to go crazy, swaying upside down and left and right, the eighteenth layer of hell was like a small boat in the angry sea, rolling back and forth, and the monks in it were like the crew of the small boat, rolling and swaying with the eighteen layers of hell.

There is no root under the feet, these monks are not only facing the problem of rootlessness under their feet, the yin qi in the eighteen layers of hell is becoming more and more vigorous, and these monks only feel the cold of the body in this yin qi, as if there are ice picks piercing into the body, the original cultivation can only exert four or five percent, and those yin things are different, their original ten percent of the power can now be exerted fourteen or five percent, I saw that these yin things skyrocketed one by one, and their appearance became more and more hideous, and each head was extremely fierce.

Under the influence of one another, those immortal cultivators have almost become the food under the teeth of these yin ghosts and yin things.

At this time, these monks began to clash in all directions, trying to escape from this yin wind measurement, the ghostly eighteen layers of hell, but unfortunately, no matter how they broke through, it was as if they had entered a labyrinth, and they could not find the right exit.

It didn't take long for the monks trapped in the eighteen layers of hell to be chewed clean.

The Ghost King laughed, stretched out his hand again, and created ten halls in the eighteen layers of hell, naming the spirits of the ten Gangqi monks who originally followed him as the Ten Hall Hades, and the rest of the ghosts and yin things directly became ghosts and ghosts.

The eighteen-layer hell is beginning to see the scale, and what is lacking now is the ghosts and ghosts that fill the eighteen-layer hell, although there are nearly a million gods and souls in the emperor's roster, but in order to fill the huge eighteen-layer hell, the number required is definitely an astronomical amount.

The Ghost King knew in his heart that if he wanted to change from a Dao weapon to an immortal weapon, he would have to continuously grow the eighteen layers of hell, and if he could turn the eighteen layers of hell into a world, then he would not only be the master of the world, but more importantly, this would make him change from a Dao weapon to an immortal weapon.

The mortal world is already in chaos, at this time, Huaxia is openly against the world, and the more advanced Star Atlas Alliance that can bring a new life to mankind is the enemy, and Huaxia is also united with the immortal cultivators who have enslaved people for thousands of years, which is simply a blatant declaration of war against people all over the world who yearn for a better life.

So the whole world was angry, and the voices and missiles attacking Huaxia were not cut off for a moment, even if Huaxia was a waking lion, it would be burned to ashes by the fire of the whole world's anger.

At the same time, immortal cultivators, wizards and even vampires all over the world are converging towards Huaxia, where there is a sky-high golden Buddha sitting on it, and it is this golden Buddha that has become the coordinates of immortal cultivators and others all over the world.

After all, there are more than 200 million Buddhists in the world, and although these 200 million Buddhists may not all worship the Golden Buddha, at least half of the Buddhists have embarked on the journey to China.

Not only Buddhism, but also about half of the 1 billion followers of Christianity and the 600 million followers of Islam have become the staunchest supporters of China, and there are some small sects, some of which have even moved into China.

Of course, a large number of people have also begun to move out of China, and for the people who have moved out of China, and the population that has moved into China, the whole world and China have maintained a completely unrestrained attitude, and in the eyes of the whole world, especially the Adventists, it is a very good thing for these people who are unswervingly committed to religion to get together and destroy them at one time, and they are optimistic about it.

And Huaxia basically has this attitude, keeping those guys who are hostile to immortal cultivators, waiting for these guys to suddenly break out, it is better to ask them to leave, just as with the influx of new population, the burden of the entire Huaxia has become very heavy, and overflowing a part of the population can reduce the pressure.

With the continuous advancement of such a process of blood exchange, the world no longer confronts each other with countries and countries, but has become another mode of confrontation, and the world has become bipolar.

Of course, this is in the eyes of the Star Atlas Alliance, but in the eyes of Huaxia, the world is tripolarized, and those who come are their real enemies, as for mortals, everyone has the same root and the same species, and the goal of the immortal cultivators is not them.