Ling Zheng roared out of his throat, as if a thunderbolt had exploded out of thin air, and the sound was so loud that the ears of the dozen or so cultivators who were pointing fingers at Xu Qiuhan were buzzing.

Only then did they shift their attention to this kid who had only been at the eighth order of the Spirit Condensation Realm in their eyes before, and he could pinch him to death with his hand, and there was more jealousy in his eyes.

When Ling Zheng roared out that voice just now, the dozen or so cultivators present didn't feel any spiritual power or true yuan escaping breath at all, which showed that Ling Zheng's voice just now was just roaring out with the power of his physical body.

"Boy, who are you, and what sect are you from?"

Although the yellow-clothed cultivator who led the previous was a little stunned in his heart, he couldn't figure out what kind of strength this kid suddenly appeared, but his face was still righteous and awe-inspiring, and the long sword in his hand was pointed at Ling Zheng, and he said with a master's demeanor: "This is the matter of our Immortal Dao Monk and the Demon Dao Demon Maiden of Heavenly Demon Mountain, it is not good for you to meddle in such a rash manner." So I advise you that it's better not to do things that you regret. ”

The remaining dozen or so cultivators also relied on the gourd, and the killing machine escaped, and one by one they began to scold and intimidate Ling Zheng, wanting him to retreat from the difficulty, and the words were very ugly.

Ling Zheng directly thought that these people were farting, and with a sharp swing of the spear-like Xuanwen pen in his hand, he kicked under his feet, and the ground "boomed" out of a big hole, and his whole person was like a cannonball, rushing straight towards the dozen or so cultivators.

Seeing this scene, the dozen or so cultivators present were terrified in their hearts. Their cultivation is not low, and there are even four or five Jindan Realm masters among them, but even those Jindan Realm masters think that they can't be like Ling Zheng, who can kick through such a large piece of bluestone ground with one kick, and even stomp out of a big pit.

Ling Zheng rushed towards the dozen or so cultivators at an extremely fast speed, and even brought out an afterimage. The light of the Xuanwen pen in his hand flickered, and the tip of the pen like the tip of a spear tore through the air, and the sound was very harsh.

The yellow-clothed cultivator who spoke earlier was one of the masters of the Jindan Realm, seeing that Ling Zheng's blow was mainly aimed at him, and he couldn't dodge, he gritted his teeth and stabbed the tip of Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen with the long sword in his hand at an extremely ingenious angle, wanting to remove part of Ling Zheng's strength, and then waiting for an opportunity to stab back.

But he obviously underestimated Ling Zheng's physical strength, and the moment his obviously high-grade long sword stabbed Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen, he only felt an irresistible powerful force rushing over, shaking his arms a little numb. And the next moment, Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen had already arrived in front of him.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, blood splashed, and Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen pierced the chest cavity of the yellow-clothed cultivator at once, and then exerted force again in his hand, and directly picked the yellow-clothed cultivator into the air.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, and the yellow-clothed cultivator was directly broken by Ling Zheng's lumbar vertebrae, and the whole person flew out like a dead dog, and after landing, he also slipped out of the distance, bringing out a long blood mark, which was shocking.

Ling Zheng's speed of making and closing was too fast, and the whole process added up to three breaths. But in the time of such three breaths, he brutally beat a Jindan Realm master into a dog, and fell to the ground spitting blood, looking extremely miserable.

The yellow-clothed cultivator of the Jindan Realm didn't expect Ling Zheng's physical strength to be so terrifying, and he had already seen that the Xuanwen Pen in Ling Zheng's hand was not an ordinary spiritual weapon, but a formation magic weapon engraved with multiple formations.

Formation Weapon, this kid is still a Formation Mage?

While the yellow-clothed cultivator was shocked, he hurriedly took out the pill from his storage artifact and took it, and after that, his body "crackled" for a while, and the whole person was shrouded in a yellow light, and after a while, he had already stood up. Although the wound on his chest that had been pierced by Ling Zheng had not healed, it was growing at an extremely fast rate.

Ling Zhenggang was a little amazed at the strength of this yellow-clothed cultivator's ability to recover, and Xu Qiuhan behind him had already opened his mouth to remind: "After cultivating to the Jindan realm, as long as the Jindan is not destroyed, the cultivator will be immortal. Unless the physical origin is injured, otherwise, the cultivator can restore the pill indefinitely. ”

Ling Zheng suddenly realized that he had some longing for the Jindan Realm in his heart, but he didn't forget to ask: "How can I hurt the origin of the physical body?"

The more than a dozen cultivators present, including the yellow-clothed cultivator who had been beaten by Ling Zheng before, saw Ling Zheng standing there holding the Xuanwen pen, not caring about his own people at all, and at the same time annoyed in his heart, he also had a deep fear in his heart.

With such a strong physical strength, this kid can't become a demon beast?

Also extremely surprised was Xu Qiuhan, who had been watching the battle, she had heard the Fourth Heavenly Demon Chen Splitkong say that Ling Zheng's physical strength was far beyond ordinary people, but she didn't expect Ling Zheng's physical body to be so strong.

Xu Qiuhan was shocked, but he didn't forget to answer Ling Zheng's question: "The easiest way is to attack your own True Yuan Tong Guò into the opponent's body, if the spiritual vein attributes are restrained, this effect will be even more obvious." ”

Ling Zheng nodded, then turned around and smiled at the dozen or so cultivators, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"This little brother is the deacon of the inner gate of the Six Xuanzong Sect in the Northern Regions, I think there may be some misunderstanding in this. ”

"That's right, down there is the monk of the Northern Regions Sinking Bottle Valley, little brother, we might as well have a good talk, so as not to hurt the peace. ”

"Little brother, have you ever heard of our Venerable Immortal Mountain? If you have the opportunity in the future, you can come to our Venerable Immortal Mountain to sit. ”

"I, the Wind Thunder Pavilion, would also like to have a good relationship with my little brother. ”

......

A group of cultivators reported their own doors with their own mouths, and their attitudes were undoubtedly two extremes compared to the previous statements that intimidated Ling Zheng one by one. These people are all from some powerful cultivation forces in the Northern Regions, and they want to report to their families to let Ling Zheng know that these people are from a good background, and let Ling Zheng not act rashly.

But this kind of behavior is nothing more than flattering the blind man. Because if you calculate the time, Ling Zheng has been in the Northern Regions for less than two months, and he has never heard of the names of these powerful cultivation forces.

Therefore, Ling Zheng didn't care that these people were talking about their homes, and with a flick of the Xuanwen pen in his hand, the true yuan was frantically infused, and he strode towards the dozen or so cultivators.

Moreover, Ling Zheng also knew very well in his heart that the reason why these people were so pleasant now was only because the physical strength they showed was too strong and they were terrified. If you let these people get out of here alive and see them again, you will be at a disadvantage.

After all, he only had the cultivation of the second order of the foundation building realm. Among these people in front of him, the highest cultivation is the Jindan Realm, and the lowest is also the eighth order of the Foundation Building Realm, once he goes out and is blocked by these people, it is still unknown whether he can leave alive.

Anyway, I've already done it, and most of this thing can't be good. In order to prevent these people from having the opportunity to kill themselves in the future, it is better to slaughter these people now.

Ling Zheng didn't like to do things that would leave trouble for himself, otherwise, he wouldn't have killed the favorite grandson of Minglei Mountain Sect Wang Zhongyu so simply.

Seeing that Ling Zheng had no intention of stopping, the dozen or so cultivators present glanced at each other, knowing that they would have to face a bloody battle here today, so they put away the smile on their faces, summoned their weapons one by one, and scattered their skills.

The purpose of the scattered was not to surround Ling Zheng and trap Ling Zheng here. Because Ling Zheng was so fierce before, these people just wanted to stand and scatter a little, see which one Ling Zheng picked first, and then take advantage of Ling Zheng and the others to quickly leave this hall that they shouldn't have searched at all.

Seeing that these people were scattered in a formation, and their eyes flickered, Ling Zheng naturally guessed what these people thought.

He stopped, and the Xuanwen Pen in his hand danced rapidly, and the array patterns that shimmered with crystal light continued to fly out, and then melted into the void.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Three trembling sounds, and the three formations that appeared in the main hall one after another directly sealed everyone except Xu Qiuhan and the mouse. These three formations are just the most common barrier formations of the formation mage, but because the formation pattern depicted by Ling Zheng with the non-attribute true element is extremely powerful, it is only a barrier formation at the level of a first-level formation, and the sturdy Cheng dù can even reach the level of a second-level formation.

The second-level formation, if it is outside, with the strength of a Jindan realm cultivator, it can be forcibly broken with a random spell. But now in this ruins, these cultivators can't use spells at all, just relying on their physical bodies and spiritual weapons to cut them raw, how easy is it to break Ling Zheng's triple barrier formation?

When more than a dozen cultivators saw this scene, the fear in their hearts almost turned into despair.

It's just that the flesh is too strong to be human, this kid is still a formation mage, and the speed at which he arranges the formation is simply terrifying!

After Ling Zheng finished carving the formation, the tip of the Xuanwen pen pointed at the cultivator closest to him who seemed to be not young, and had intimidated himself the most before, and asked with a smile, "Jindan Realm master?"

The cultivator didn't speak, the short hammer in his hand was horizontal, and his body retreated a few feet upside down, showing a very clever posture.

"Then let's kill you first. ”

Ling Zheng's smile faded, and he carved two flash arrays under his feet with a dancing Xuan Wen pen, and then his figure flashed and disappeared in place out of thin air.

The next moment, he appeared directly behind the cultivator, imbued with the Xuanwen Pen of the Attribute True Element.

Although the Jindan Realm cultivator reacted quickly and swung his hammer to resist, he was still shocked by Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen and flew out, directly piercing his left shoulder.

The attributeless true yuan surged vigorously, and with this stab, it was frantically poured into the body of this Jindan realm master.

The Jindan Realm master only felt that the entire left half of his body was suddenly cold, and then he felt that the entire left half of his body was about to be torn apart, and it hurt his heart.

Not only that, after Ling Zheng's attributeless true element was infused into his body, the true yuan in his body only felt that a lot of kung fu had been dissolved in a short time. After that, he was amazed to find that the left half of his body was gradually aging in that unbearable pain, and in a short time, it was as shriveled as the bark of an old tree.

What attribute is this true element?

As soon as this thought flashed through the mind of the Jindan Realm cultivator, Ling Zheng first picked it up in the air with a Xuanwen pen, and after landing heavily, he was directly pierced through his chest by the Xuanwen pen and nailed to the ground.

After that, under everyone's gaze, Ling Zheng let go of the Xuanwen pen and leaned over and smashed his fist heavily on the cultivator's dantian.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the cultivator screamed miserably, and the dantian was directly smashed, and the bluestone ground under him also sank by one foot.

The Nine Aperture Golden Pill entrenched in the cultivator's dantian felt the crisis, and after Ling Zheng smashed it out, the pure power contained inside surged out wildly, repairing the body of the Golden Pill realm cultivator.

"I'd like to see how many times your golden pill can recover for you!"

Ling Zheng sneered, and poured his fists into the Attribute True Yuan, and after that, his glowing fist rained down on the newly recovered lower abdomen of the Jindan Realm cultivator.

"Bang!bang......"

With that loud sound, dust exploded one after another where Ling Zheng and the Jindan Realm cultivators were. The cultivator who was pressed to the ground and smashed it on the ground let out a scream that made people's scalps tingle when they heard it, the scream was full of anger at first, but as Ling Zheng's punch was thrown, the screams made by the cultivator were getting weaker and weaker.

After that, everyone present heard a piercing cracking sound, and then the successive fist sounds also came to an abrupt end.

The cultivators present could no longer feel the aura released by the cultivators who had been violently beaten by Ling Zheng.

After the smoke and dust cleared, the dozen or so cultivators who were trapped in the barrier formation, who had been so startled by Ling Zheng's brazen attack that they had fled saw that there was a big pit in the place where Ling Zheng and the cultivator were before.

To calculate the depth, it must be at least one zhang deep.

After that, there was a "bang" in the big pit, and Ling Zheng's figure flew out and landed firmly on the ground, his clothes and face were already stained with blood.

Beat a Jindan Realm cultivator to death alive?

When the cultivators present saw this scene, they only felt a chill down their spines.

However, Ling Zheng stretched out his hand and summoned the Xuanwen pen from the big pit, and asked softly:

"Who's next?"

Xu Qiuhan looked at Ling Zheng, who was covered in blood, as if he vaguely saw Ying Qingcang back then. Ying Qingcang was like this back then, facing a lot of opponents, he was arrogant.

It's a pity that Ling Zheng is not Ying Qingcang.

Xu Qiuhan was distracted for a while, and his eyes were hazy with tears.