Obviously he is only a cultivator in the Jindan period, why does his eyes have the breath of a god that dominates everything?

Xuanyuan Hui couldn't help but take a step back, the strong pressure from those eyes made him feel breathless, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

It's like a child, facing an emperor.

was shocked by the momentum of not being angry and self-assured.

What am I doing?

Xuanyuan Hui's old face turned red, as if he had woken up from a dream, and a trace of the thought of fighting couldn't help but rise in his heart.

He took another step forward, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back, heavy and crumbling.

I'm in the innate realm, I can cross the catastrophe and become an immortal by a fraction of a centimeter, how can I be suppressed in front of a Jindan stage spiritual cultivator?

Xuanyuan Hui felt despair for the first time, and the belief he relied on in his heart collapsed in an instant.

"You...... Are you a human or a ghost? ”

Xuanyuan Hui looked at Rong Zheng dumbfounded, like seeing a ghost in the daytime, frightened and inexplicable.

The corners of Rong Zheng's mouth raised slightly, as if he was smiling: "Is it necessary for the deity to report to you?" ”

Glancing at Xuanyuan Hui's eyes, they were as cold as a knife and full of disdain.

"You ......" Xuanyuan Hui blushed, but he couldn't speak, his face was full of fear.

The difference in strength can be seen from the momentum in the eyes.

Xuanyuan Hui felt like a minion in front of the masked man in front of him, a clown jumping off the beam.

His heart was full of doubts, he didn't know anything about the mysterious person in front of him, but he was also curious.

"Give him the Wanhua Bow!"

Yun Qian's voice suddenly came, breaking the awkward atmosphere here.

It also made Rong Zheng and Xuanyuan Hui stunned, Xuanyuan Hui didn't seem to believe his ears, he didn't expect that Yun Qian would make a choice between Rong Zheng and him regardless of his previous suspicions, and the thoughts in his heart at this moment were very complicated, guilty and grateful, and even had other feelings.

Rong Zheng's face was ugly, and his shocked and angry eyes swept towards Yun Qian unceremoniously, and said angrily: "Yun Qian, which side are you standing on?" ”

"It's just an immortal weapon, Lord Rong Zheng shouldn't take it seriously!"

Yun Qian smiled faintly at him, and his gaze swept towards Xuanyuan Hui with deep meaning.

"What if the deity doesn't agree?" Rong Zheng's eyes were cold, his voice was low, and his unruly personality was vividly displayed.

"It's okay if you don't agree, then bother Lord Rong Zheng to escort us and escort all of us out of the Wanyumen realm!"

Yun Qian smiled meaningfully.

"Hmph, although the Wanhua Bow Deity is not in his eyes, it can't be cheapened by this old monster!"

Rong Zheng glared at Xuanyuan Hui coldly, sour.

When they were in Tianlei Pavilion, Xuanyuan Hui and Yun Qian also had some ambiguous experiences, and the two of them eyebrows each other, which made Rong Zheng feel a strong sense of crisis.

Moreover, the ownership of the Wanhua Bow, Yun Qian actually stood on Xuanyuan Hui's side, which made it difficult for Rong Zheng to accept, and his lungs were about to explode.

In any case, what Xuanyuan Hui wanted, Rong Zheng resolutely did not give.

"Hand over the Wanhua Bow, the deity can make you less painful!"

Rong Zheng stood in front of Xuanyuan Hui and began to interrogate He Yiming's whereabouts of Wanhua Bow.

"Hmph, since stretching out your head is a knife, and shrinking your head is also a knife, don't think about the idea of hitting Wanhua Bow, this prince will not let go if he dies!"

He Yiming is not a good type, and he was not frightened by Xuanyuan Hui and Rong Zheng, and suddenly his attitude became hard, and he looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Oh, really?" Rong Zheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, stretched out an index finger, and condensed a black ghost light the size of a candle flame on his fingertips, pointing towards He Renjie, the second prince of Tianxiu Kingdom on the side.

The black glow shot straight into He Renjie's chest.

Everyone's surprised eyes immediately swept towards He Renjie.

He Renjie was unremarkable on the surface, but his expression became strange, and he gradually bared his teeth, let out a frightened and painful wail, broke free from the swords of Liang Shushen and Po Jun, and frantically tore his robe.

The next scene made people gasp.

On He Renjie's chest, a black patch appeared, which was only the size of a cup at first, but soon spread to the whole body, and then to the size of a bowl, and the entire chest turned black, and it continued to spread up and down.

It is like water that has been rendered by thick ink, gradually fading away, but the color does not fade at all.

"Ah......h

He Renjie let out a strange cry of pain, and suddenly grabbed his hands indiscriminately, tore his chest, and unexpectedly pulled out a black blood hole, and his body was rotting and softening in the fierce struggle, turning into a pile of white bones, scattered all over the ground.

What a vicious method!

Everyone was shocked and shocked.

Even the well-informed old monster Xuanyuan Hui is secretly speechless.

He couldn't even see what technique Rong Zheng was using.

Is it poison? Exercises?

Except for Yun Qian, the others didn't see the reason, and their faces were full of fear and fear.

What kind of spiritual fire is this?

A look of surprise flashed across Yun Qian's face.

Looking at Rong Zheng's technique, it is obviously an action to urge the spiritual fire.

And He Renjie's death is even more in line with the situation of being burned by fire.

Xuanyuan Hui's old monster can't even see the fame, it seems that only the older old monster can understand the mystery.

"Senior Situ, is he also using spiritual fire?" Yun Qian was still not sure, and asked Situ Yanwu.

Situ Yanwu's voice sounded: "He is also using a kind of spiritual fire, if the deity is not mistaken, this should be the Demon Fire of the Demon Realm, as long as the flame touches, it will burn anything he wants to destroy according to the mind of the owner of the Demon Fire, and the water cannot be extinguished, unless the other party also uses the spiritual fire or the Demon Fire to fight and divide the winner and loser, it can be cracked!" ”

Yun Qian's eyes looked at Rong Zheng with a suspicious look, and there was a trace of turmoil in the depths of his heart.

It turns out that he is really from the Demon Realm?

Recalling Rong Zheng's past, his dress, style, and style of practice are all full of evil spirit.

The fairy world is divided into immortal gates and demon gates, and they have fought each other for tens of thousands of years.

Each occupies one side, sometimes fighting, sometimes making peace.

The fairy world is divided into two, the place occupied by the fairy gate is called the fairy world, and the place occupied by the demon gate is called the demon world.

There is no distinction between immortals and demons, but the style of doing things and the cultivation of exercises have produced contradictions between the two, and people are gradually divided into groups.

Yun Qian also heard Rong Zheng talk about the dispute between immortals and demons, and Rong Zheng also admitted that he was a person in the Demon Sect and the young master of the Absolute Heaven Sect.

According to Rong Zheng, the immortal lord Yun Wenjun led people to save the Peerless Sect, Rong Zheng and the Peerless Sect returned to the Immortal Gate, and after Yun Wenjun was usurped by traitors, he disappeared, and Rong Zheng came to the Phantom Continent to find his daughter Yun Qian in order to repay Yun Wenjun's rescue.

Yun Qian listened to Rong Zheng's words, but he was only half-convinced.

Now that he sees Rong Zheng using the spiritual fire of the Demon Gate, he no longer doubts it.