"What's going on with this guy?"

This is what all the monks want to say now.

Self-reported home, all of them were self-reported before the start of the fight, where is the time to report the fight? and... It's still like this... After the head was blown up, he reported his home...

The physical cultivator was also a little speechless, but since the other party had already reported to his family, he had no reason not to say it, so he snorted coldly and said proudly: "I am Cheng Zhuang, the Great Elder of the Divine Servant Mountain, where did the Blood God Son Daoist come from? How come I have never heard of it?"

"It's okay if you haven't heard of it, everyone here hasn't heard of it, but they should know about it later. Mingxin smiled.

Cheng Zhuang was shocked in his heart, and immediately knew that Mingxin was using their Divine Servant Mountain to make a name for himself!

But at the same time, he was even more annoyed, how could this person not take the Divine Servant Mountain in his eyes? and directly insult the Divine Servant Mountain in front of everyone, it was completely using their Divine Servant Mountain as a stepping stone to brush up their fame!

If you don't teach him a lesson this time, let him know that there are people outside the world and there are heavens outside the world, the face of the Divine Servant Mountain will really be lost, and he will be disbanded directly in the future, what are you still messing with in the cultivation realm.

Cheng Zhuang stared at Ming Xin with murderous intent with the aura in his body, although this guy is so weird, no matter what price he pays today, he is bound to give him a good look!

And Mingxin also saw what Cheng Zhuang meant, sneered, stretched out his right index finger and hooked Cheng Zhuang and said, "Don't be afraid, grandson, grandpa won't say that you are unfilial, how about beating grandpa's back?"

Cheng Zhuang's brows couldn't stop, knowing that Mingxin was deliberately provoking him, and he was trying to suppress his emotions in his heart, but Mingxin's word "grandson" kept echoing in his head, so he couldn't suppress it at all!

"Grandson, yes, Grandpa! Today, I have to make you look good even if you don't want to die!" Cheng Zhuang finally couldn't bear it anymore, his body was full of brown light, his eyes were shining, and a terrifying momentum spread to the surroundings.

"This Cheng Zhuang's strength is actually stronger again!"

"What is the Holy Lord of the Divine Servant Mountain, and why did the strength of the Divine Servant Mountain grow so fast as soon as he came?"

"According to my conservative estimates, I'm afraid there are no less than five foundation cultivators inside the Divine Servant Mountain!"

"They don't care anymore about the disciples above the seventh level of Qi cultivation, I'm afraid it's really possible to have so many foundation building stage cultivators!"

After feeling the momentum of Cheng Zhuang's explosion, the surrounding scattered cultivators communicated again, but it was not the hand of Cheng Zhuang, but the Divine Servant Mountain behind Cheng Zhuang.

"Thief, take your life!"

"Elder Cheng, stop it!"

Cheng Zhuang's furious momentum suddenly paused, frowned and turned to look at the light that was flying here.

After the light arrived, a young Taoist with his feet on the wind plate was revealed, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with a solemn look on his face.

"Jia Lang, what are you doing here? This person insulted my god servant mountain, and he didn't let me do it?" Cheng Zhuang wondered after seeing this person.

The Taoist named Jia Lang glanced at Mingxin, took a deep breath and said, "This is the order of the mountain lord, don't fight with the Blood God Son Daoyou, invite him to come to my mountain as a guest." ”

"What?!Guest??" Cheng Zhuang's eyes widened in disbelief, but Jia Lang still nodded.

"No... No, he insulted our Divine Servant Mountain just now! Just such a bastard, and invited him to our Divine Servant Mountain as a guest? Although I shouldn't say it, but the mountain master is really serious?" Cheng Zhuang still couldn't accept it.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" said Jia Lang with a blank face.

"Of course!"

Jia Lang sighed, did not speak, but sent a message to Cheng Zhuang: "The mountain lord said, if you make another move, I guarantee that you will not be able to return to the Divine Servant Mountain alive from the hands of the Blood God Son!"

Cheng Zhuang's face changed slightly, and he said: "The Blood God Son is weird, but it is impossible not to have weaknesses, and his cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building, I am still in the middle stage, how can I be killed by him?"

Jia Lang said: "The words have come to this, it doesn't matter if you believe it or not, in short, I am ordered to bring the Blood God Son back to the Divine Servant Mountain as a guest." Then Jia Lang looked at Ming Xin with a smile on his face and said, "I have seen the Blood God Son Daoyou, in Xia Jia Lang." ”

Mingxin's face was listless, and he said impatiently: "Are you still fighting? If you don't come, then I'll go!"

Jia Lang smiled and said, "Don't fight, our mountain master wants to invite Taoist friends to be guests, I don't know if you can enjoy your face?"

Ming Xin laughed angrily and said, "Let me go to the Divine Servant Mountain as a guest? I will go if all the mountain protection arrays of your Divine Servant Mountain are dismantled! Otherwise, you will fucking be stupid?"

Immediately, Jia Lang pointed his three fingers to the sky and said loudly: "I, Jia Lang, swear to the heavens that if this Divine Servant Mountain has any ill intentions towards Mingxin Daoist, he will be corrupted by ten thousand demons and die, and he will not be able to live forever after death!"

Cheng Zhuang was transmitted by Jia Lang, and after struggling for a while, he reluctantly made the same oath.

Mingxin raised his eyelids and laughed: "It's okay, it's worth exchanging the lives of the two of you for my life, and if you kill me in such a bad way, my reputation will also spread because of this, okay, I'll go with you!"

As soon as these words fell, not only Jia Lang and Cheng Zhuang were full of black lines, but the Zhuji Sanxiu in the distance also stared at them in disbelief.

Who could say such a thing?

I'm afraid this kind of thing will only appear among mortals, right?

In the cultivation realm where everyone thinks about it, what the hell is saying this? What are you doing?

If it were them, if they knew that they would die if they entered the Divine Servant Mountain, let alone two people, even if the entire Divine Servant Mountain exploded and died, they would definitely not be willing!

Mingxin's words couldn't help but make everyone present secretly doubt: Could this Blood God Son be a dead soldier of the rival forces of the Divine Servant Mountain?

But it's not right to think like this, if you can do the opponent of the Divine Servant Mountain, the highest combat power is also the foundation building period, where can someone be willing to let a foundation building monk come to the door of the house to shout and die!

But no matter what, this kind of thought lingered, and the existence of the Blood God Son Mingxin, which suddenly appeared in the eyes of everyone, added a layer of mystery to their hearts.

"In that case, then please come with me and others. Jia Lang calmed down and said with a stiff smile on his face.

"You, lead the way, do the work!, quickly!" Mingxin said in the tone of a devil.

Jia Lang and the others didn't care about Mingxin, who suddenly changed his accent, and after making a gesture to Mingxin, he turned around and flew towards Shenfu Mountain.

Mingxin followed behind, and at the same time shouted at the Zhuji Sanxiu who was watching the battle from a distance and the many Qi Cultivation Cultivators below: "You all remember it for me, my name is Mingxin!

Around the Divine Servant Mountain, at least thousands of scattered cultivators have gathered, and the cultivation is not too low, Mingxin is acting so high-profile and even arrogant this time, it is really difficult not to be popular!

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