Seeing that Jianhe rushed over again unstoppably, Zhou Cheng smiled slightly, flicked his backhand, and a big black snake with the thickness of an arm flew over. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The black snake yawned, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that there were golden blades in front of him, and he was suddenly startled, and quickly spewed out a black sea of fire in front of him.

The Sword River crashed into the sea of fire, the surface liquefied in an instant, and drops of golden liquid fell down, and when it fell into the seawater, a large area of water vapor suddenly appeared!

Before he could break out of the sea of fire, all the sharp swords that made up the Sword River turned into liquid and spilled down!

"If you weren't a Golden Monk, then I might still have some trouble dealing with you, but unfortunately, you're a member of the Golden Marrow Clan. Very good, since you are so strong, then I have found you the best opponent!"

When the giant saw the Black Flame of Destruction and saw the Sword River that had destroyed him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his body rushed over.

"Haha, do you dare to do it to my master with a fire-type spirit beast? I just don't know whether to live or die!" Looking at Yan Hong's appearance, he didn't seem to recognize that this black snake was actually an extremely rare spiritual fire in this world, which was rare for thousands of years or even ten thousand years.

Zhou Cheng asked unhurriedly: "What is the identity of this golden giant?"

Yan Hong immediately became vigilant, "What are you doing? Do you still have so much nonsense before you die?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head and said: "I have already seen your skills when I first came, you are not at the peak of the soul master at all, why should I come before I die, it should be before you die, right?"

"Hehe, it's a pity, it's not up to you whether I can do it or not!"

"Oh?"

Zhou Cheng smiled slightly, took a step, and went straight to Yan Hong, but Yan Hong was so panicked that he lost his mind instantly.

In fact, Zhou Cheng casually overturned Yan Ming just now, which had already made Yan Hong jealous, and now he had made some flames that resisted his biggest hole card, which made him even more shocked and his legs weakened!

However, Yan Hong didn't dare to show it, because he knew that at this moment, he could only pretend to be calm and say some big words, bluffing might still be effective, and other words like begging for mercy should be avoided!

But seeing Zhou Cheng rushing in, he finally panicked, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother Qin is not in a hurry!"

Where did Zhou Cheng have time to talk to him, he came up and punched him straight to the door.

Yan Hong was angry and angry, and said in his heart: "Maybe I'm not your opponent, but that's just maybe!

Carrying a hammer, he came up, who knew that Zhou Cheng's palm suddenly became dozens of meters high, and he grabbed him.

"Can't ......"

Yan Hong was about to swing the hammer, but suddenly a tree root around him struck, plunged into his body and sucked wildly.

"This ...... This is the root?"

As soon as he reacted, Yan Hong's body immediately released rolling flames, which quickly spread around.

"Huo Kemu, if I am really afraid of your fire, how dare I let the roots of the tree burrow into your body! Hmph, I really think I am a ram butcher!"

Zhou Cheng squeezed hard, Yan Hong's complexion suddenly changed greatly, he could no longer control his body, his skin cracked, and the fiery red magma in his body splattered everywhere!

The roots of the surrounding trees poured in, and they plunged into the magma and sucked wildly.

By this time, Yan Hong had no master.

"Isn't he a wood monk, how can he not be afraid of fire? He just said ram slaughter, did he fight with overseas master ram slaughter? Then why was he not killed? Could he really have such strength?"

Suddenly, he remembered that Kong Jian had said that this person was from southern Xinjiang!

Nanjiang, so who is he?

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in his mind, "You are Zhou Cheng! You are Zhou Cheng, aren't you?"

Zhou Chengdao: "You're still smart, but you'd better die." ”

Yan Hong's heart was turbulent!

He ...... Does he really want to kill me? Is my Yan Hong going to die? No, no, no, I can't die, I've been born and died a hundred times, and every time I think I can't break through this time, but not every time! I will definitely be able to break through this time! I will definitely not die, I must have to come up with a plan to convince him!"

But time waits for no one, and Yan Honglai has no time to think, because his physical strength has weakened at an extremely fast rate.

The desire to survive made him suddenly smart, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "No, no, no, Brother Zhou, don't kill me, you can't kill me, don't you want to know the origin of this golden giant?"

"I can ask the Golden Giant myself. ”

"No, no, no, I can tell you, I can tell you......"

Zhou Cheng calmly withdrew the roots of the tree and said, "Then you say, you can say it well, don't lie, maybe I can spare your life?"

"Yes, yes, I absolutely know everything, and I can't say anything. ”

Yan Hong struggled to collect the fragments of the soul body around him, and once again formed a palm-sized villain.

Forming his body again, Yan Hong couldn't help but feel desolate in his heart, and said secretly: "I, Yan Hong, have worked hard to cultivate to the peak of the soul master, this time he beat my soul and scattered, even if he lets me go later, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover from the peak of the soul master!"

And the Great Grandmaster is even more delusional!

Of course, with my Yan Hong's identity and talent, maybe everything still has a chance, but even if I tell me about Kim Jijun's origin, will he let me go?"

Yan Hong lives with himself, and bets that the other party will definitely give him a ride, so he has a plan in his heart.

"But what can be done against him? He is forty or fifty meters in size in one hand, and if I don't kill him at once, then my fate will be miserable!"

After thinking about it, Yan Hong didn't come up with a foolproof plan, but Zhou Cheng was already urging over there: "What, do you still want to make it up?"

Yan Hong panicked and hurriedly said, "No, no, no, I'll just say it, I'll say it." Well, in fact, the origin of this golden giant has to start with a treasure. ”

"Oh, treasure, what treasure?"

Yan Hong flipped over his hand and took out an object, and just as he was about to throw it out, the tree roots next to him had already pierced his body.

"This ...... Why don't you listen to me?"

A tree vine stretched out and swept away the dagger, and then Zhou Cheng sucked it hard, and Yan Hong shrank to the size of a fist in an instant.

"No, I'm still valuable, don't kill me, you can't kill me! I, Yan Hong, am famous, and I can't die yet! How can I die just like that!"

With a "bang", Yan Hong exploded into a cloud of mist, the roots of the tree came together again, the mist finally disappeared, and then a storage bag fell out.

Zhou Cheng put away the storage bag and dagger, returned to the size of an ordinary person, and muttered in his mouth: "The strength is not as good as the white absolute in the early stage of the soul master." ”

From the beginning of Zhou Cheng's entry into the White Mist Abyss, all he came into contact with were the top cultivators in the entire soul cultivation world, not to mention the pinnacle figures of great grandmasters such as Chu Wusheng and the Heavenly Corpse Master, even the three major exterminations and Fu Zhiwen were all dragons and phoenixes among people, and they were by no means comparable to these ordinary East China Sea cultivators.

Although a high-level cultivator like Yan Hong is also the peak of a soul master, he is much worse than a master like Ram Tu.

Zhou Cheng turned his head to look at the world-destroying black flame and golden giant who were still fighting fiercely, frowned slightly, and flew over.