"Senior Ye, I am Pan Zhen, the hall master of the Fourth Domain Pan King Palace, and I have thanked Ye Zheng for his life-saving grace. Pan Zhen stepped forward and bowed to Ye Zheng and said.

The sword is one, and the Ten Thousand Laws True Monarch also thanked Ye Zheng, if there was no Ye Zheng, even if they were not refined by Qing'er's Fire Dragon Refining Heaven Array, they would be killed by the Heavenly King.

"It doesn't have to be like this, I'm just for myself!" Ye Zheng waved his hand, he was not a saint, if it weren't for the purpose of subduing the Qingyan Fire Dragon and dealing with the Heavenless King, he would not have made a move to save the three of the Ten Thousand Law True Monarchs.

"By the way, Senior Ye, this is Moyang and Po Formation, who have been arrested by us, and let Ye Zheng Senior deal with it. Pan Zhen said, with a wave of his big hand and two bangs, he broke the formation and Mo Yang fell in front of Ye Zheng.

"Ouch!" broke the cry for a while, and then scolded: "Pan Zhen, you three Lao Tzu didn't offend you, why did you arrest this seat?"

Mo Yang was smarter, he let go of his pride as a genius disciple, and knelt directly in front of Ye Zheng with a plop: "Ask Senior Ye to spare the life of the junior, the junior will never dare to go against Senior Ye again." ”

"Spare your life, don't you say that after you go out, you will find a chance to deal with this seat?"

"No, no, no, the younger generation definitely doesn't mean that. Mo Yang waved his hand repeatedly, but there was a moment of stiffness on his face.

Obviously, Ye Zheng said that everything he said was hit, and he said that he thought so, two fifth-order spirit soldiers, who would not be red-eyed.

As long as this news is released, even if Ye Zheng is a god realm powerhouse, I am afraid that he will be besieged by the martial artists of the whole continent.

In the end, as long as there is a dead end.

"It doesn't matter if it's right or not, because you're destined to not be able to leave the Qingyan Hall today. Ye Zheng said lightly.

"Why are you going to kill me?" Mo Yang shouted, his figure flashing and rushing quickly in the direction where the gate was.

However, his figure had only rushed out a few feet away, and a big golden hand fell from the sky and directly attacked Mo Yang's body, and the powerful force exploded.

Mo Yang didn't even let out a scream, he was slapped into a pile of meat paste by Ye Zai, and he couldn't die anymore.

When he saw Mo Yang who died tragically for a while, he shivered all over his body, and he didn't dare to say anything more, for fear that he would also be slapped to death by Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng withdrew his palm, as if he had slapped a fly to death.

He clapped his hands and looked at the broken array quietly, and said: "You should also know that the fifth-order spirit soldiers are precious, although this seat is not afraid of things, but if it is passed out, there will still be some trouble, if you want to blame it, you know too much, don't go against this seat in the next life." ”

When Ye Zheng was still saying this, his right hand, which already contained terrifying yuan power, slapped down towards the top of the head that broke the array.

He was still in shock for a while, he didn't expect Ye Zai to say that he was hands-on, and he was directly slapped on the forehead by Ye Zai without any defense.

Suddenly, the terrifying power directly blasted his sea of knowledge into pieces.

Blood flowed down from the forehead of the broken array, and his vitality had been cut off, but because of the deep Yuan Li, he held on to his breath and let out an eerie laugh: "It's so ruthless... Small... Brute, if you dare to kill me, you will... Come to a sticky end... This seat will be held in... On Huangquan Road... Wait, wait... Poof!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly protruded a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground softly without moving.

A generation of fourth-order formation masters, no matter which sect they went to, they were all regarded as VIPs, and they died here like this!

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The three of Wanfa Zhenjun took a few steps back with some fear, and there was a trace of vigilance in their eyes.

They were really afraid that Ye Zheng would kill them red-eyed and kill them together.

"You three don't need to be nervous, although this seat is not a good person, it will not kill innocent people. Ye Zheng put down his hand, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared without a trace: "Besides, Wanfa Zhenjun, you just saved Wei Tiantian's life, and this seat will not do anything to you." ”

Speaking of this, Ye Zheng took out a Creation Pill from the Yuan Ring, threw it to the Ten Thousand Law True Monarch, and continued: "This seat looks at what you have learned, but you are trapped by your qualifications, this is the unique Creation Pill of my Thunder Tribulation God Sect, which can raise your mortal grade Dao seed to the level of the earthly grade Dao seed. ”

"What kind of pill can improve qualifications, there is still such an elixir in the world?" Wanfa Zhenjun took the pill with trembling hands.

"There are many magical pills in the world, how many have you seen, take it, this is your reward for saving this apprentice!"

Ye Zheng waved his hand, and then he looked at Pan Zhen in the Pan King Palace: "You want the Eight Desolation Fist, right?"

Pan Zhen didn't know how he guessed Ye Zheng, but he still clenched his fists and said, "I hope Ye seniors will be perfect." ”

"If the seniors are willing to cut their love, the juniors are willing to exchange any items for it, if it really doesn't work, forget it. ”

In the face of a senior master like Ye Zheng, Pan Zhen didn't dare to be disrespectful.

"It's just a small emperor-level exercise, so why not give it to you. Ye Zheng took out the paper and pen directly from the Yuan Ring.

After dozens of breaths, the Eight Desolation Fist had been written down by Ye Zaomo, and his understanding of the Eight Desolation Fist was also added.

They were dumbfounded when they watched this scene.

An emperor-level martial art unexpectedly appeared in front of them easily!

Even if the emperor-level martial arts are the lowest, they must be above the Divine Wheel Realm, and they must also cultivate Wuji to the point of Mahayana before they can write the next martial art on paper.

An emperor-level martial art, even if it is the most rubbish, it costs 50,000 low-grade yuan stones, and it was created by Ye Zheng so casually, terrifying!

Ye Zheng didn't care about Wanfa Zhenjun and them, what ideas he wanted, he directly copied the complete Eight Desolation Fist in his hand and threw it to Pan Zhen.

Pan Zhen excitedly took over the cultivation method of the Eight Desolation Fist, and just after a little glance, he felt that the Eight Desolation Fist was extremely compatible with himself, as if it was tailor-made for himself.

"Thank you Senior Ye, thank you Senior Ye, in the future, if Senior Ye has any orders, go up and down the knife mountain and go down to the oil pot, I won't frown. Pan Zhen said excitedly, with this Eight Desolation Fist, his strength is probably several times stronger.

No one thought that the Eight Desolation Fists that Ye Zai wrote out casually would be regarded as a treasure by later generations and the people of the Panwang Palace, and they burned incense and bowed every day.

After doing this, Ye Zheng refused Pan Zhen's plan to give Yuan Shi, and he looked at the last sword to return to one.

"Ye senior......"

Before Jian Guiyi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Zheng.

I saw him wave his big hand: "This is the emperor-level inferior sword skill, the sword duel of the mountain! This seat doesn't like to owe favors to others, take it!"