The lower abdomen was pierced, Cheng Zhuang's aura leaked out quickly, his heart was pulled out again, and he only felt a burst of weakness all over his body, and finally after kneeling on his knees, he collapsed limply in front of Mingxin.

The lobby of the Divine Servant Mountain, half of which was destroyed by Mingxin's Seven Yang Slash with the sharp teeth of the blood-devouring son, Mingxin didn't leave any affection for his hand, and he killed his hand directly.

The other four and Pan Jingyuan all looked at Cheng Zhuang, who was lying on the ground and half dead, with an indifferent face on his face, and they didn't react at all to what was going on.

Before the five people could speak, Mingxin pinched Cheng Zhuang's neck with his hand and lifted it up, frowning, and said in a cold and puzzled tone: "Who are you putting a face on?"

Where did Cheng Zhuang still have the strength to speak at this time, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and he couldn't say it if he wanted to, his eyes rolled straight up, and he was about to pass.

And Mingxin didn't seem to see Cheng Zhuang's weakness at all, seeing that Cheng Zhuang didn't say a word, he grabbed his neck and smashed it to the ground, and Cheng Zhuang's head made a close contact with the ground.

Pulling out Cheng Zhuang's head that was deep in the ground, Mingxin asked again, "Who is the stinky face for?"

At this moment, Pan Jingyuan finally reacted, but his whole body trembled, his eyes widened and he looked at Ming Xin, and the muscles on his face twitched.

Pan Jingyuan was not afraid, but excited.

"How similar, how similar! Except for the difference in the usual style of life, the style of acting in case of trouble is exactly the same!"

Pan Jingyuan shouted in his heart, looking at Mingxin's unscrupulous figure, as if he saw another person.

The other four people who wanted to make a move saw that Pan Jingyuan was trembling in place, so they forcibly suppressed the impulse in their hearts, and at the same time took their eyes off Mingxin's body.

In their eyes, Pan Jingyuan was trembling with fear from Mingxin, otherwise they couldn't explain why Pan Jingyuan was indifferent to watching his subordinates being tortured and killed.

And Mingxin was still continuing to punish Cheng Zhuang, and the continuous "bang" and "bang" sounded, and more than ten small holes had appeared on the ground, which were smashed out of Cheng Zhuang's head.

Cheng Zhuang is not a loss of physical cultivation, he is seriously injured like this, he is still not dead, and he is still half-dead.

But the eyeballs were no longer rolled upwards as if he would die at any time, and the huge injury that caught him off guard made him almost faint, and now he was sobered up again after being smashed by Mingxin so much!

But being conscious is not a good thing for Cheng Zhuang, he can feel the pain of his body injury sensitively, and this severe pain makes him prefer to faint.

Mingxin kept asking him questions, but his trachea was torn off by Mingxin and he couldn't answer at all, and he kept apologizing to him, and Mingxin didn't pay attention to it at all, just tortured him......

Spread the sound to his fellow sect friends, but no one dared to look directly at this side, and the mountain master Pan Jingyuan was also trembling in place.

Regret, regret, it's obviously a bad star that the mountain master can't subdue, why do you have to be cheap?

At this moment, he has fallen into a desperate situation, there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to the earth, and the evil star in front of him is still indifferent and constantly tormenting himself with that question.

He could clearly feel that his organs were leaving him one after another, and he could feel the pain, but no matter how painful it was, he couldn't faint...

Cheng Zhuang, who didn't want to bear this pain anymore, laughed miserably in his heart and shattered his soul.

Ming Xin, who was "digging out his heart and lungs", saw that Cheng Zhuang was silent, and his interest suddenly dissipated, and he threw his body on the ground casually, his blood and qi were uplifted, and his body was clean again.

Glancing at the four foundation-building monks on either side, none of them dared to look at him, either turning their heads to look away or simply keeping their heads down.

Satisfied, Mingxin stepped forward and patted the stunned Pan Jingyuan, showed a kind smile, and said, "What are you trembling, I won't eat you again." ”

Pan Jingyuan didn't speak, he still stared at Mingxin with two eyes, and he looked at Mingxin's back with a chill, and the chrysanthemum tightened.

"It's useless if you're bent, that big guy named Mo Jianxi doesn't belong to you anymore!"

Mingxin couldn't stand Pan Jingyuan's gaze anymore, and pushed him back, Pan Jingyuan really came back to his senses, but he shook his head and sighed, and his back was a little lonely and returned to the high seat.

"Dog's day, you want to bend me, don't think about it for the rest of your fucking life!" Seeing Pan Jingyuan's disappointed expression, Mingxin scolded angrily in his heart.

"Pan Daoyou, I didn't have anything to do this time, I paid too much attention to spells last time, so I forgot to ask for magic weapons, so I came this time to ask you to ask for magic weapons, it must be at the level of high-grade treasures, not more, just give one hundred and eighty pieces." Mingxin said indifferently, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

But when he said this, Pan Jingyuan hadn't said it, but the four of Jia Lang couldn't sit still.

One hundred and eighty magic weapons, or is it of the highest quality?

When we are doing charity, it can't be!

Even if it's charity, do you really think we have it?

However, they couldn't sit still, no matter how angry they were, they didn't dare to show the slightest anger and disrespect to Mingxin, and Cheng Zhuang, who was close to separation of flesh and blood on the ground, still set an example for them.

Pan Jingyuan exhaled heavily in his nostrils and said, "Don't be kidding, fellow Daoist, I'll get you the best weapon you like to use." ”

Mingxin nodded with a smile and said, "I'm not kidding you, I want a knife and a sword, preferably red, if it doesn't work well, I'll change it to something else." ”

When Jia Lang and the four of them heard that it was a joke, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, Pan Jingyuan nodded, the ring in his hand lit up, and two blood-red swords appeared.

As soon as the sword came out, the dilapidated hall was suddenly filled with a faint killing intent, and Mingxin was suddenly happy in his heart, and he couldn't wait to beckon the sword to fly slowly in front of him.

Pan Jingyuan introduced: "These are two extremely murderous top-grade magic weapons, which should be quite suitable for you, named Lu Blood Knife and Peng Killing Sword, both of which have been given to you, and I don't have a few top-grade treasures." ”

Stroking the two treasures, the smile on Mingxin's face was even worse, and after carefully putting them into the storage ring, he said to Pan Jingyuan: "Then thank you Daoyou for the treasure, I am really grateful!" After speaking, Mingxin turned around and was about to leave.

"Fellow Daoists, please stay. Pan Jingyuan hurriedly called out to Mingxin, who turned around and wondered, "Is there anything else?"

Pan Jingyuan was about to speak, but Mingxin's eyes skimmed at Cheng Zhuang's corpse on the ground, and he immediately clapped his hands and said in surprise: "Oh! It turns out that I forgot this product, don't worry, Daoyou, I will definitely clean the ground for you!"

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