"Give me death!"

Wuxin, who had just appeared above Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei's heads, suddenly fell from the sky, and a huge golden palm print broke through the clouds and slammed towards the top of Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei's heads.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei controlled the true qi in their bodies at the same time and rushed up.

But it didn't work.

Zhang Zichen is just a monk in the middle stage of the True Monarch, and his strength is just tickling Wuxin for Wuxin.

Although Ji Xiaofei is in the realm of the Holy Monarch, she has long since died, not to mention that she is seriously injured, and her true qi is stagnant.

With a bang, Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei were hit by this golden palm print, and the two of them were like volleyballs that were smashed out, and they fell heavily to the ground.

Rumble!

A big hole immediately appeared in the ground, but Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei were in the snow pit, unable to move.

Puff puff puff.

Streams of blood splattered out of Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei's mouths, staining the entire snow pit red.

Suddenly, there was a flash of golden light.

The heartless monk appeared on the huge pit in the blink of an eye, he was condescending, looking at Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei in the snow pit, but the seriousness on his face suddenly flashed: "Amitabha, good, good." ”

The two people in the snow pit had all their muscles and bones broken, and they vomited blood, and in his unintentional opinion, as long as he waved his hand, these two people would definitely die without a place to be buried.

But who knows, Zhang Zichen got out from under Ji Xiaofei, he tried to raise his head and scolded: "Stinky bald donkey!

After speaking, Zhang Zichen spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At the critical moment just now, Ji Xiaofei struggled to resist an unintentional blow for herself, so Ji Xiaofei's injuries were more serious, while Zhang Zichen's injuries were shallow.

At this moment, Zhang Zichen was no longer afraid of death, he reached out and helped Ji Xiaofei, who had fallen to the ground, to sit up, worried: "Xiaofei, are you okay?"

"It's all hurt like this, can I be okay? But you don't have to worry too much, I can still move!" Ji Xiaofei's face was very pale, which was a sign of excessive blood loss, but since she could still speak, it meant that she had not yet reached the point of being seriously injured.

Zhang Zichen struggled to stand up, he pointed to the heartless monk above the pit and shouted: "Bald donkey, you killed more than 5,000 innocent monks just for the artifact on my body, right?"

"I ...... Amitabha!" Wuxin retorted, "Zhang Zichen, those more than 5,000 monks were obviously killed by you! You still want to frame good people? Okay, good! You not only slaughtered those 5,000 monks, but also killed our four great King Kongs and eighteen bronze men, and today I will do the right thing for heaven!"

"I'm sorry! The four King Kongs and the eighteen bronze men, they deserve to die!" Zhang Zichen spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"Damn, damn it! It's you damned!" Even a monk like Wuxin Monk was so angry that Zhang Zichen bared his teeth and glared, and he raised the golden Zen staff in his hand and injected true qi.

With a buzz, the golden Zen staff immediately became larger and several times longer, as if as long as he was unwilling, this Zen staff could be extended in an instant, piercing Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei.

But suddenly, Zhang Zichen shouted: "Wait!"

Wuxin was stunned for a moment, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "We Buddhists have always been compassionate, Zhang Zichen, do you still have last words? If you can, I will help you complete it." ”

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!"

Zhang Zichen stood in the snow pit and laughed, picked up the black crystal divine sword that had just fallen from the ground, and said, "Bald donkey, do you know, what kind of sword is this?"

"This is ......" Wuxin snorted coldly, "I don't know what kind of sword this is, but I know that this is a divine sword, and it is an artifact!"

"Yes, Heartless Bald Donkey, you're so right!" Zhang Zichen sneered, "But Bald Donkey, do you know how powerful this formation is if you use this artifact as an array eye, do you know how powerful this formation is?"

"Formation Eye, Formation?" Wuxin frowned, and after half a sound, he suddenly realized, "Zhang Zichen, it turns out that you have been in this place for so long, and you are hiding here to carve the formation!?"

"Haha! That's right!" Zhang Zichen laughed, raised the Black Crystal Divine Sword, and slammed it into his feet.

Huhuhu-

Suddenly, a hurricane came.

Where the Black Crystal Divine Sword was, there was a gathering of blood spit out by Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei, and now this blood seemed to have a life of its own, turning into blood snakes and crawling in all directions.

At this moment, one voice after another shook the heavens and the earth.

Buzz! Buzz!

There was a constant buzzing sound throughout the heavens and the earth, the sky was trembling, and the earth was trembling!

Zhuxian Ancient Array is activated!

Rumble!

A majestic blood-red light slammed up from the ground, like a sudden nuclear bomb, wringing everything around it clean.

The five immortal weapons depicting the blood talismans, as well as the formation marks on the ground, all came alive at this moment, and they exuded a bloody aura that soared into the sky, making it difficult to suffocate.

Powerful!

This aura is so powerful! This formation is so powerful!

The heartless monk smelled this bloody breath, his face changed suddenly, and he said angrily: "Zhang Zichen, you don't change your demonic nature, and you design to harm me! I'm going to kill you!"

Shout!

The golden Zen staff in the hand of the heartless monk instantly extended dozens of meters and stabbed at Zhang Zichen, who was staying at the bottom of the snow pit.

But when the tip of the Zen staff stabbed a foot in front of Zhang Zichen, on the ground, those climbing blood snakes instantly turned into red rays, turned into circles, and rose to the sky, blocking Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei.

Rumble!

This blow of the unintentional monk turned out to be in vain!

"How can this be?"

The Wuxin monk was stunned, he never expected that the formation arranged by a mere cultivator of the mid-stage realm of a true monarch actually had the strength to resist him.

"Try again!"

Wuxin was a little disbelieving, and he raised the golden Zen staff again and injected true qi.

This time, the golden staff did not grow in size or lengthen.

Instead, the Wuxin monk turned into a big mountain, holding a golden Zen staff, and jumped into the snow pit.

"I must kill Zhang Zichen this time!"

Unintentionally yelled, the golden Zen staff in his hand instantly stabbed in front of Zhang Zichen.

Just like last time, those blood lights isolated Zhang Zichen on the opposite side.

Rumble!

The golden Zen staff slammed into the blood light, and the whole person flew upside down.

"Poof—"

Unintentionally flew upside down for more than ten feet, and a small mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

This scene was unintentionally unexpected, and Zhang Zichen did not expect it.

Zhang Zichen just wanted to try this Immortal Punishment Formation, if it couldn't deal with Wuxin, then Zhang Zichen would use the Great Emperor power of the half cell in his heart as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the effect of this Zhuxian Ancient Array was really peculiar, and he was caught off guard by killing Wuxin.