On both sides of a raging river, two groups of monks stood facing each other.

On one side, dozens of monks looked angry, while on the other side there was only one person, dressed in a black suit, hunting in the wind, like a monstrous river in the middle.

"You are all surrounded by me, and each of you who knows each person will hand over thirty or fifty thousand spirit stones, and one hundred or so spirit pills will let you go back."

A refreshing smile appeared on the face of the young man in black, and he said comfortably despite the angry gazes of many monks.

"Barbarians dare to be arrogant! Fellow Daoists, let's go together! ”

Dozens of monks killed the black-clothed youth, and dozens of terrifying spells drowned towards the youth, but in this brilliant spell brilliance, the black-clothed youth only bowed his head slightly, and let out a low roar from his mouth.

A huge green bull phantom roared in the sky behind him, and then a pitch-black tiger phantom came out of the rising mist behind his right, looking down at the audience with a king-like gaze.

Blood-colored waves of qi rushed across the young man's body, and gold and silver metal fists fell wildly into the void, and for a moment, all spells were shattered by this terrifying power.

Taking advantage of the situation, the black-clothed young man quickly landed in front of a young man, raised his foot and kicked towards the latter's lower abdomen.

There was no light of mana, only pure strength and blood, and a figure fell towards the river like a kite with a broken string, and when they flew away, the storage ring in their hands quietly disappeared.

More and more figures were carried into the river, and the rest of the people finally reacted, looking at the majestic two giant beasts in the void in horror.

"Hangu Green Cow, Powerful Black Tiger, Nine Deaths Xuangong! He is cultivating the Nine Deaths Xuangong! Some people were terrified, others were shocked by the legend of the name.

"Legend has it that every realm will die once in the Nine Deaths Xuangong? Isn't it said that no one has been able to cultivate it to the first level in its entirety? ”

"Hangu Qingniu, shrinking the ground into inches, commanding the fierce tiger, gathering immortals with qi and blood, impossible, he actually cultivated it to such a point."

"Escape, inform the others, someone actually came out of the land of immortal ruins alive."

No one still has the desire to continue, they are all running in all directions, they know very well the horror of the Nine Deaths Xuangong, it is a terrible exercise that can still choose to condense the flower of essence when the first flower is under the general trend of heaven and earth.

The black-clothed young man was still chasing and killing the scattered monks, but apparently one of them had limited strength, and seven or eight of them fled to distant places.

Back on the riverside, the young man picked up the last storage ring with satisfaction, and then looked up the river.

"If you don't make a move, I'll leave."

Zhang Qing walked out, "Why do you plan to take the storage ring in my hand too?" ”

The young man laughed, "That's exactly what I mean, but since you don't do it, forget it." ”

Zhang Qing's expression was calm, and he watched the black-clothed young man leave before he looked under the river.

"Nine Deaths Xuangong, the golden lotus that condenses the flower of essence." The other party's toughness made Zhang Qing look sideways, he felt that he had practiced the Dragon Husbandry Chapter for several months, and he was afraid that there was a big gap between him and the other party in terms of physique.

"I'm not here for you, though."

Someone attracts hatred on the bright side, and this person is more suitable than Wang Yuanguang, of course Zhang Qing is responsible for the darkness under the lamp to the end.

"It's a pity that your identity and status are a little worse."

Zhang Qing was a little regretful, none of these people had a secret method, and the storage ring in their hands was already all their assets.

After rescuing the eight unconscious monks and placing them on the shore, Zhang Qing looked up at the sky, and several figures had surrounded him.

"Where did the madman come from, he dared to attack the people of my Demon Pavilion!"

Zhang Qing was dressed in white, with a silver-white mask on his face, looking at these unkind figures.

"They weren't my hands, the person who practiced the Nine Deaths Xuangong ran over there, you may be able to catch up with them now." Zhang Qing pointed in one direction.

"Less nonsense, take your life!"

A young man in front looked at Zhang Qing indifferently, and without saying a word, he directly poured dozens of water dragons towards Zhang Qing to kill.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Qing also had cold eyes.

"It seems that you don't think you're the opponent of that person, and you're going to take out your anger on me." Zhang Qing instantly understood the thoughts of these people.

Faintly, surrounded by a dragon-shaped air flow on his body, Zhang Qing rose directly into the sky, and a second-order magic weapon long sword in his hand slashed directly towards the young man.

Under the power of crushing the spirit stone and turning it into ashes, the second-order magic weapon could not withstand the gravity of Zhang Qing's swing, and broke directly from it, but even so, the long sword that was broken in half also tore all the water dragons, and it was along the spell defense shield that the young man suddenly raised that cut it in two.

Under the shattered spell, only a layer of magic robes of extraordinary origin remained, and Zhang Qing pressed on it in an instant, and a palm fell on the young man's chest.

The sound of bones breaking sounded in his ears, and the young man's entire chest was dented, and he spat blood and fell downward.

Everything happened in an instant, knowing that the young man fell into the water, the others reacted that there were already people on this side who had been defeated, and one by one they sacrificed magic weapons to face Zhang Qingru's great enemy.

Under the mask, Zhang Qing looked at these people and said mockingly: "With your strength, seeing that person is also going to die, it is better to save your life under me." ”

After speaking, Zhang Qing conjured up dozens of phantoms, like a dragon leaping and scattering, standing in front of a female cultivator with a palm on the other's chest, and the next breath had already appeared in front of the other person, and the terrifying physical power knelt down, crushing half of his shoulder.

The devastating fighting method was no more elegant than the battle that broke out here before, and when Zhang Qing stood on the shore with a few storage rings, there were a few more unconscious Demon Slayer Pavilion monks on the spot.

However, at the moment when Zhang Qing was about to escape, he was unexpectedly reborn.

The sky thunder was powerful without any warning, and thousands of thunderbolts vented into the void around Zhang Qing, and then a brilliant light flashed in his eyes.

It was a piece of snow-white paper, as if it had been torn from a book, but it was extraordinarily flat.

"Elixir of immortality, book of creation." Zhang Qing's mind flickered with the picture of that moment, and then his body couldn't stop grabbing at the snow-white jade paper, and he could even smell a fragrance wrapped around his heart.

The palm of his hand passed through the Book of Creation, and a clear stream flowed into his body along the palm, shaking Zhang Qing's qi and blood, and making his flesh and blood tighter.

There is no rumored picture of the realm falling and the strength of the implementation has risen sharply, Zhang Qing's strength and foundation are much better than the rumored lucky one.

The thunder disappeared, and the Book of Creation in the void disappeared, and Zhang Qing only touched a shadow of the other party.

A streamer of light galloped from afar, turning into a majestic middle-aged man, he glanced at Zhang Qing, and then glanced at the 'corpses' on the ground.

In the end, he sighed and disappeared in front of Zhang Qing.