Hua Zixue didn't want to kill this hateful man right away, she was ready to torture him well, preferably mentally intimidating him first and plunging him into endless panic before dying in agony.

However, she didn't see the expression she wanted to see, but in Chen Gong's gaze, she saw his undisguised contempt and pity for herself, as if she was looking at a person who was about to die, and it seemed that the person who would die tragically would be herself.

"Looking for death!" Hua Zixue was furious, she finally decided to kill this hateful man directly, and with a wave of her hand, the yin and yang gossip mirror immediately flew into the sky, swaying in the wind, turning into a square circle of several zhang, golden light, just like another sun in the sky.

"Purple snow can't!" On the top of Laoding in the distance, a figure rose into the sky, and the sound was rolling towards the East China Sea, and a thin figure was like a ghost, putting on a mecha while flying, ready to rescue Hua Zixue.

"Bai Wenjie, come back!" another cold voice sounded above Laoding almost at the same time, and the cold voice passed through the sky and echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

Bai Wenjie's body trembled, and the rapidly speeding figure suddenly stopped in the air, slowly turned his head, and looked back at Chengyuanhua with a gloomy face with a puzzled expression.

Although he is the commander of the Blue Wind Legion, he is still controlled by the patriarchal group, and Cheng Yuanhua is the chief elder, and learning is his teacher, and he has to obey Cheng Yuanhua's orders in public and private.

It's just that Bai Wenjie couldn't understand why his teacher already knew that Chen Gong appeared, but he didn't make a move, and even stopped himself from making a move.

"Teacher!" Bai Wenjie called out anxiously, he knew very well Hua Zixue's strength, and there was only one way to die for Shang Xingkun, the white-clothed God of Slaughter.

"Send the order down, immediately operate the mountain protection array on Laoshan Mountain, no one is allowed to go down the mountain without permission, otherwise it will be dealt with by military law!" Cheng Yuan Huali ignored Bai Wenjie and said coldly. His gaze was still locked on Chen Gong, the demon who had slaughtered almost half of the Blue Wind Legion's masters one by one.

Hua Zixue's heart finally rose a trace of uneasiness, because she not only heard the anxious cry of the legion commander Bai Wenjie, but also saw that after she sacrificed the Yin and Yang Bagua Mirror, the Xingkun thief in front of her did not have any fear, but a look of indifference.

A golden gossip pattern suddenly appeared on the Yin Yang Bagua Mirror, and then a strong pillar of Sun True Fire Light projected down from the mirror, enveloping Chen Gong's entire person in it.

Hmph! There was a cold snort from Chen Gong in the pillar of light, and then Hua Zixue saw a scene that frightened her, the Xingkun thief stood in the pillar of light, as if he was just basking in the sun, and even the white robe on his body was not damaged at all.

When Chen Gong slowly raised his hand, he also conjured a True Yuan Force big hand in mid-air, and grabbed it towards the Yin and Yang Bagua Mirror in the sky, and then Hua Zixue saw that the Yin Yang Bagua Mirror that he thought he could kill in all directions disappeared into the sky.

"Well, it's worthy of the magic weapon of the Laoshan faction, but it's much stronger than those half-tone four magic weapons made by your Blue Wind Legion. Chen Gong glanced at Hua Zixue, and then slowly put the Yin and Yang Bagua Mirror in his hand into the storage ring.

Hua Zixue's face was pale, and her beautiful eyes were full of fear, as if she had seen a powerful ghost asking for her life in broad daylight.

"It's strange, it's shocking, right? Didn't your legion leader Bai Wenjie tell you that I had killed nearly ten B-rank veterans of your Blue Wind Legion? Don't you know that Cheng Yuanhua, the chief patriarch of your legion, was standing on top of that Lao, watching me kill the second patriarch Sikong Rui, but he didn't dare to go down the mountain to rescue?" Chen Gong said to Hua Zixue very slowly, carefully, and seriously as a primary school student reading his diary.

Chen Gong is not a person who likes to torture people, let alone torture a very beautiful woman, but he really hates the domineering, arrogant, self-righteous, and brainless woman in front of him, so he doesn't mind seeing this woman terrified before she dies.

"Impossible!" Hua Zixue turned her head suddenly, she vaguely saw the two people standing on the top of Lao, although she couldn't see their faces clearly, but just looking at their figures, she could still vaguely distinguish them, one of them was the chief elder who loved her, and the other was the commander of the legion who favored her.

"Ahh

The sharp and desperate voice pierced through the sky and reached the top of Laoding.

Bai Wenjie's face changed drastically, his figure flashed, and he couldn't help but rush forward anymore.

"Sikong Rui is dead!" Cheng Yuanhua's cold voice sounded again, without a trace of emotion, it seemed that it was not the second master of his Blue Wind Legion who died, but an unrelated passerby. It's just that from this bland tone, Bai Wenjie can feel the heavy gloom and unforgettable hatred.

In an instant, Bai Wenjie's face became pale, without a trace of blood, and his originally thin body seemed to have become even thinner, at this moment, he was really old.

Chen Gong's voice was like thunder, directly sounding in Hua Zixue's ears, shaking Hua Zixue's spiritual power, and her blood and qi surged, and then she felt a powerful momentum enveloping this world.

Even a character like Sikong Rui can't escape Chen Gong's pursuit, how can a mere Hua Zixue escape.

The big hand like an iron tong tightly clasped Hua Zixue's slender pink neck, without a trace of pity and cherishing jade.

"Although we cultivators have always been hostile to mecha masters, do you know why the Blue Wind Legion has come to this point so quickly, all because of you self-righteous stupid woman!" Chen Gong said these words coldly, and no longer paid attention to the pleading and despair in Hua Zixue's eyes, the Red Flame Sword ruthlessly pierced Hua Zixue's towering chest, resulting in her life.

The Blue Wind Legion closed the mountain and defended itself, with a kind of sadness of the twilight of the strong, but Yi Zhendao couldn't even have this kind of sorrow. The sea breeze whined over Yizhen Island, which was once famous overseas and was one of the few immortal islands, but now it was empty.

There is no fairy atmosphere, only gloomy and ghostly, no elegant and agile, only a dead silence. It seems to have become a dead island, a cemetery with no one in the world.

100-year-old ginseng, 1,000-year-old Polygonum multiflori...... All kinds of precious and rare immortal herbs stayed quietly in the medicinal fields of this uninhabited island, but no one came to pick them.

During the day, blood was sprayed everywhere, limbs were thrown away, and countless heads rolled to the ground.

Only now, apart from the gloomy atmosphere that reminds people of everything that happened here, there is no trace of blood, no trace of fighting and killing, everything is clean and neat.

In the darkness of the night, two shadows swept over Yi Zhen Island like ghosts, and fell on the main hall that once represented the most sacred and noble Yi Zhen Island.

"I really didn't expect that Yi Tian Daoyou would go like this, and Yi Zhendao would die like this. The old monster of the Southern Star sighed.

"Who would have thought that in just two years, that Xingkun was already powerful enough to kill Yi Tian and hunt down Sikong Rui. The Northern Soul Ancestor sighed.

"What a good immortal island, not because of a Xingkun, no one dares to touch it. The Old Monster of the Southern Star glanced around and sighed again.

"Not only did you not dare to touch it, didn't you notice it, and it was so clean and tidy. I heard that these were all cleaned up by those who were shouting to kill him at the beginning, for fear that Xingkun would be angry with them when he saw the appearance of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood here. The Northern Soul Ancestor said.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old monster of Nanxing, and then he laughed and said, "That's good, although I don't like those guys, I don't want to see their blood stain the sea red again, I hope Xingkun can stop there." ”

"Let's go, let's go to Cymbeh Island. I think Qingxuan Daoyou should know where he is, and you and I should meet him. The Northern Soul Ancestor said.

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter if I see him or not, anyway, I have nothing to worry about when I'm alone. But you, you must meet him, in case any of your blind doormen offend this white-clothed slaughtering god, I'm afraid that your brother's old bones will have to be demolished. The old monster of Nanxing laughed.

The Northern Immortal Ancestor glared at the Southern Star Old Monster angrily, but he didn't refute it, because this was an extremely real question.

Although the Northern Immortal Ancestor has no intention of competing for hegemony overseas, there are still some of his disciples and grandchildren who are unwilling to be lonely, unlike the Southern Star Old Monster, who comes and goes alone, and has nothing to worry about at all.

Back then, in the South China Sea, if there was no ferocious array to help, and if he was single-headed, the Northern Immortal Ancestor still had the confidence to defeat Xingkun. It's just that now, his confidence has long since lost sight of where it has flown to. It is indeed necessary for him to make friends with such a person, lest in the future if his own disciples have a conflict with his people, there will be no friendship between the two sides.

It's just that after the Northern Immortal Ancestor and the Southern Star Old Monster arrived at Qingbi Island together, they were told by the Qinggui who stayed behind that Qingxuan Zhenren had gone out to wander and didn't know when they would be able to come back, so the two had to leave their words and drift away.

Chen Gong, who returned to the Antarctic Cave Mansion from Laoshan Mountain, began to retreat again, and at the same time, Chengyuanhua on the top of Laoding also went into retreat.

In the first battle of Yi Zhendao, nearly twenty masters of the Yuan Infant Period, one master of the Transformation Period and one A-rank mecha master, besieged Xingkun together, and as a result, twelve Yuan Infant masters were killed on the spot, Yi Tian, a master of the Transformation Period, was killed by a sword, and the A-order mecha master of the Blue Wind Legion, Sikong Rui, fled thousands of miles, but died at the door of his own house.

Two years after the First World War in the South China Sea, both overseas and the mainland of China were once again shaken by the same person.

Some people call him a butcher, some people call him a killing god, but no matter how you call him, everyone recognizes him as the number one master in the overseas cultivation realm, and some people even compare him with Ning Yingbo, the first mecha master of the Nanyuan Legion.

From this moment on, no one dared to say that he was a shrunken turtle, and no one dared to say that he was cowardly and afraid.

Yizhen Island perished, not because the trees fell and scattered, but because it was completely erased from the overseas cultivation realm. Those forces that have allied with Yi Zhen Island have repeatedly stated on different occasions that they will all join the battle of Yi Zhen Island because of Yi Tian and have been deceived, and they have invariably publicized that the white-clothed God Butcher Mansion is benevolent, and the adults are big Dan, regardless of old grudges, and swear that they will remember this kindness again and again.

No one will laugh at these people's duplicity, no one will laugh at these people for being cowardly, and no one will laugh at their intentions. On the contrary, everyone believed that they could continue to survive thanks to the mercy of the white-clothed God of Slaughter, and if it weren't for his old man's open side, those who took the initiative to attack him would definitely end up with the same fate as Yi Zhendao.