"Leave it all where I am!"

Seeing the countless yellow sand obeying his command, Zhang Zichen suddenly stretched out his left hand, and the countless gravel snakes on the ground became longer and longer, rushing into the group of monks, tying up more than fifty monks.

The more than fifty monks in the mid-air were all good hands of the Ouyang clan, including more than thirty monks from the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm and more than a dozen monks from the True Monarch Realm.

Moreover, there are three or five monks in the middle realm of the True Monarch.

It stands to reason that they who stay in the Tu Clan all the year round, and they who stay in the Moha Desert to cultivate the Earth Attribute Primordial God, controlling this soil and yellow sand should be their best job.

But now, they are facing Zhang Zichen, and this advantage is completely useless.

As early as a few decades ago, Zhang Zichen used the Earth Scroll Huangyun Heavenly Book to cultivate the earth attribute primordial spirit to the Great Perfection realm.

Therefore, those present, control the soil and gravel, no one is Zhang Zichen's opponent.

More than fifty long snakes of yellow sand stretched from the ground, tying more than fifty monks, all in mid-air.

Ouyang Yuexiu and the others were full of horror, and some even began to wail and beg for mercy, hoping that Zhang Zichen could spare their lives.

But Zhang Zichen's killing intent has been decided.

His eyes, although they were blood-red, still had a red glow attached to them.

This is the violent qi in Zhang Zichen's body.

Zhang Zichen has already gone mad, and he wants to kill!

"Die!

Zhang Zichen shouted violently in his mouth, and at the same time, his feet suddenly kicked to the ground, and with a roar, Zhang Zichen used the power of this rebound to instantly appear in a group of more than fifty monks.

The monks' faces turned pale for a moment.

Everyone looked at Zhang Zichen who was holding a black broadsword, as if they had seen a demon ghost, and a wave of killing intent emanated from Zhang Zichen's body.

Especially Zhang Zichen's red and bewitching eyes, at a glance, people think that they have fallen into the abyss of ice.

"Zhang Zichen, spare me! my little life is not worth soiling your hands. ”

Zhang Zichen, we have no hatred or grudge, as long as you spare me today, I will listen to you in the future. ”

"Zhang Zichen, I have a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum grass on my body, as long as you spare me, this thousand-year-old Lingzhi grass, I will immediately offer it with both hands. ”

People who were afraid of death began to beg for mercy without shame.

They turned their backs on their beliefs, they turned their backs on their families, they just wanted to be able to live.

Even Ouyang Yuexiu was the same, he was about to cry: "Zhang Zichen, spare me, spare me! As long as you spare me, our grievances will be written off in the future! In the future, we will not interfere with river water! And what you need, I can try my best to satisfy you!"

However, Zhang Zichen's eyes were dull, his face was expressionless, and he was full of murderous intent.

Zhang Zichen looked coldly at the more than fifty monks who were bound, and finally raised the Black Crystal Divine Sword.

"Die to me!"

Suddenly, a murderous smile appeared on Zhang Zichen's face.

Airplanes!

The Sombra Excalibur finally slashed out.

There was a pop, and blood splattered.

Ouyang Yuexiu, who was closest to Zhang Zichen, was cut in two by the waist.

"Kill, kill, kill, hahaha! happy!"

Tasting the taste of killing, Zhang Zichen became even more excited, and he immediately rushed into the crowd and went on a killing spree.

For a while, under the originally blue sky, it became blood-red.

In mid-air, blood flowers flew, stumps were forged, and heads were broken and flesh were splashed everywhere.

"Zhang Zichen, you can't die well!"

"Zhang Zichen, sooner or later, one day, our Ouyang clan will seek revenge on you!"

"Our Ouyang clan will definitely kill you and destroy your Penglai Immortal Island!"

Amidst the screams, there were bursts of terrible curses and shouts.

It didn't take long for the surroundings to fall silent.

Because, all the monks have been slaughtered by Zhang Zichen.

"Hahahaha! Not enough! Not enough!"

This time, Zhang Zichen was truly unconscious.

There was nothing else on his mind but killing.

High in the distance, Ouyang Yun witnessed the slaughter of more than fifty monks under his command, but he didn't dare to take half a step forward.

This Zhang Zichen is really terrifying.

He defeated himself just by virtue of his cultivation in the early stage of the True Monarch realm, and was seriously injured twice.

This is the reason why Ouyang Yun did not dare to step forward.

So far, Ouyang Yun's stomach has been cut open in half, and his blood-red intestines are dragging in the air, swaying with the wind.

Just now, when Zhang Zichen slaughtered those fifty or so clansmen, Ouyang Yun wanted to step forward to stop him.

But in the end, he didn't.

The current Zhang Zichen was really terrifying, and the murderous aura emanating from his body shocked Ouyang Yun.

Therefore, Ouyang Yun could only watch from a distance, quietly watching Zhang Zichen go on a killing spree, until more than fifty clansmen were all killed.

"I'm sorry!"

"But now, I have to leave here first, otherwise let Zhang Zichen find out, and I will die without a place to bury!"

Ouyang Yun muttered to himself, but after all, he still controlled a flying weapon and flew away from this area at the fastest speed.

In the entire area, only Zhang Zichen was left alive.

"Blood!kill!It's not enough!"

Zhang Zichen's throat made a hoarse sound, although he was a little gibberish, but it was not difficult to hear the meaning of his words.

Zhang Zichen is clearly saying that killing is not enough, blood is not enough, he needs more killing, he wants to kill!

But after waiting for a long time, there was no living creature in the vicinity.

Zhang Zichen, who was a little unwilling, finally fell to the ground.

On the ground, the ground was originally full of yellow sand.

But at this time, the yellow sand was dyed red, and the stumps were everywhere.

Zhang Zichen stepped on a few long intestines under his feet, but he was not afraid, he looked down at the half corpse of his right foot.

This is Ouyang Yuexiu's upper body corpse.

Although Zhang Zichen was completely unconscious at this time, when he saw Ouyang Yuexiu's face, a sense of disgust surged into his heart.

Zhang Zichen's brows moved, his mouth opened slightly, and he said hoarsely: "Give me death!"

Baba thump.

Zhang Zichen raised his right foot and stepped on Ouyang Yuexiu's head.

Suddenly, red, white, and black sprayed all over the ground.

This was a disgusting and disgusting scene, but Zhang Zichen's face showed a smile he liked.

After staying where he was for a long time, Zhang Zichen laughed: "Not enough! Not enough!"

With that, he held the Sombra Excalibur and disappeared in place.

The wind is whistling.

In the evening, strong winds blew.

Countless winds and sand hit, they flew up and down, and soon, countless human corpses on the ground mountain were completely buried.

Even Zhang Zichen was left in place, and the huge Supreme God of War armor was covered by the wind and sand.