Pixiu Holy Ancestor could hardly believe his ears, could it be that the boy's voice came out of his stomach? I had never encountered such a situation, it must be an auditory hallucination, yes, an auditory hallucination.

Pixiu Holy Ancestor turned his head suddenly, and saw a young man in cloth looking at him playfully, Pixiu Holy Ancestor was dumbfounded and said, "You, how did you come out? ”

"Do you remember the Divine Dragon Saint Ancestor who was trapped by you thousands of years ago?" Zhen Zheng asked rhetorically, seemingly irrelevantly.

Pixiu Holy Ancestor's face changed suddenly, the Divine Dragon Holy Ancestor was trapped for a thousand years, during which the Pixiu Holy Ancestor fell into a deep sleep, and he had no idea how the Divine Dragon Holy Ancestor escaped from his small world, and when he woke up, he found that the Divine Dragon Holy Ancestor was gone, and he felt incredible. When Zhen Zheng asked him this, he suddenly realized, "You let that bastard dragon go?!If it wasn't for that bastard who seriously injured me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to take that step, but I have to thank him well." ”

Zhen Zheng raised his eyebrows, nodded and said, "I agree very much with you that he is a bastard," Zhen Zheng thought of the Divine Dragon Holy Ancestor who eats, drinks, gambles, and brags, and can even inadvertently help the other party break through against a mortal enemy, its unreliability can be seen, and the appearance of picking his feet instantly appeared in Zhen Zheng's mind, Zhen Zheng shook his head vigorously, and continued, "Actually, I also regret releasing him." ”

"I'll settle accounts with that bastard sooner or later, but I'm going to get rid of you before then. Pixiu Holy Ancestor said coldly.

"Amitabha, old monster, why are you so persistent, the Buddha said that if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell, why can't you cut off the three thousand threads of troubles and let go of everything?"

"By the way, there is also you, a stinky monk from the Western Desert, kill him in a while and then clean you up. Pixiu Holy Ancestor said in disgust, he seemed to be particularly disgusted with the little golden child. Pixiu Holy Ancestor stood up, the injuries on his body were healed, and the monstrous coercion made the little golden child breathless.

"Amitabha, since the Pixiu benefactor is so stubborn, Min Gongzheng, Shang, kill him!"

Zhen Zheng's face is black, this little golden boy is really a big pit, and the soles of his feet are oiled at a critical time, but he really doesn't play much role here.

Zhen Zheng roared, raised his sword claws and rushed up to scratch Pixiu Holy Ancestor, where had Pixiu Holy Ancestor seen this kind of fighting, he was shocked by Zhen Zheng's domineering aura at that time, and was scratched with a big face.

"Wow, wow, wow, the thief is here!" Pixiu Holy Ancestor was also a little confused in anger, and scuffled with Zhen Zheng with his hands and feet, Zhen Zheng's body was not half a point weaker than Qi Zu after transforming, and he had practiced a door "body method", so this kind of scoundrel style Zhen Zheng actually had a great advantage.

Pixiu Holy Ancestor's bloody body that was caught by Zhen Zheng kept blood gushing out, one eye turned into a panda eye, and one of his ears was torn off, Pixiu Holy Ancestor became more and more surprised, and finally even began to fear Zhen Zheng, "Where the hell did this kid come from, the whole gangster is a hooligan, and he deserves to be a friend of the bastard dragon." ”

"Monkey peach-picking!"

"Pop the chrysanthemum!"

"Catch the milk dragon gripper!"

Zhen Zheng became more and more courageous the more he fought, and the hooligan moves emerged in endlessly, so that the Pixiu Holy Ancestor fled in the wilderness, and Zhen Zheng chased after him. The little golden boy was stunned from the sidelines, and finally put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, that stinky boy is actually a fighting genius, it's a pity not to enter my Buddhism." ”

Pixiu Holy Ancestor suddenly turned around, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile again, a mysterious atmosphere spread, Zhen Zheng stopped, and his heart froze, "Could it be that he fell for his annihilation plan again?"

A huge array appeared around the Pixiu Holy Ancestor, like a pitch-black night sky, and like a black giant mirror, which seemed to communicate an unknown mysterious realm. "This big array was set up when I was scuffling with you just now, so that you can see the power of the Black Hades Temple!"

An eternal troll slowly emerged in the sky above the dark giant array, and a dark dark dragon was coiled on the body of the demon, and the dragon's power was monstrous. This is exactly the big array that Chu Qian used to deal with Zhen Zheng, at that time, all the masters of the Qiankun Martial Arts Hall lined up in a large array, and only summoned a troll virtual image, while the troll summoned by the Pixiu Holy Ancestor was almost substantial, as if the troll was coming in person.

As soon as the ancient troll appeared, the whole world seemed to fall into darkness, the troll roared in the sky, and the sound shook for nine days, this troll used to be one of the four giants of the Black Hades Temple, tens of thousands of years ago was the achievement of the Great Dao True Immortal, but he conspired to rebel, was killed by the Lord of the Black Hades Temple, and made a puppet, and now the dignified True Immortal has become a weapon that has been summoned at will, which is really sad.

"Kill him!" said Pixiu Holy Ancestor as he raised his arm and pointed at Zhen Zheng.

Zhen Zheng took out the starry sky picture scroll, ready to hide in the Nine Hell Realm at any time, this troll is a real Dao True Immortal, not a half-step True Immortal like Pixiu Holy Ancestor, although it is only half a step away, but the strength is thousands of miles away.

The troll hissed, and the godless eyes suddenly glowed with a dazzling essence, and the huge palm grabbed the Pixiu Holy Ancestor, and the terrifying power made the Pixiu Holy Ancestor crackle all over, and the bones of his whole body were almost shattered.

"What are you doing, I order you to kill that kid!" the Pixiu Holy Ancestor roared with fear in his eyes and a trembling voice.

"You are no longer the Hades Venerable of the Black Hades Temple, and you are not qualified to order me. The troll's low and difficult voice sounded, and he shook it hard without saying anything, and the Pixiu Holy Ancestor suddenly let out a miserable cry, and his body was pinched and exploded into a blood mist. A hazy white shadow flew out of the blood mist, and the troll opened its mouth to suck the white shadow into its abdomen, the white shadow was the Dao heart of the Pixiu Holy Ancestor, the Dao heart and the monk were completely integrated, and only the unity of humanity could achieve the true immortal of the Great Dao, and the true body of the Dao heart would not die. The Pixiu Holy Ancestor initially fused the Dao Heart, but now it has been completely wiped out.

Zhen Zheng looked at everything that was happening in front of him in disbelief, and the development of things was beyond his expectations, it was simply a twist and turn, which made Zhen Zheng difficult to accept for a while.

The troll devoured the Dao heart of the Pixiu Holy Ancestor, looking at Zhen Zheng in the distance, Zhen Zheng's heart was furious, and he was in a cold sweat, he had already communicated the starry sky scroll, ready to run away at any time.

However, the troll looked at it for a while, and did not make a move on Zhen Zheng, but sank into the dark giant array and disappeared.

Zhen Zheng's heart was relieved, and he took a long breath, Pixiu Holy Ancestor was finally killed by the monster he summoned, which can be described as a cocoon.

The crisis in this small world has been resolved, but Zhen Zheng's heart is not easy. The Pixiu Holy Ancestor of the half-step True Immortal was solved by dividing two by three, five by two, it was as simple as eating and drinking, which shocked Zhen Zheng deeply, and made him feel the horror of the Black Hades Temple, there are four of this powerful Black Hades Temple, and there is an unfathomable Black Hades Hall Master, Zhen Zheng doesn't know if the Black Hades Temple regards himself as a thorn in his side, if that is the case, his own strength has no way to live. Zhen Zheng now felt more and more that his strength was weak, and he decided to return to the Heavenly Dao Dynasty to join the Sword Sect among the Nine Great Sects and concentrate on cultivation. (To be continued.) )