Wang Xuan's eyes lit up green. This was a godsend opportunity. Xiaoyaozhou appeared, and Zheng Yuantian was not only slashed by Xin Yue, but also beaten secretly by some people!
He was no longer in a hurry and just waited for Old Zheng to die suddenly!
"Even if you want to kill me, God can't take me away. A piece of waste paper with a mark on it, you think you can cut the sky? This is not the real New Testament at all!"
Old Zheng went mad, his body covered in blood, order like a rainbow shot out from his pores. He was fighting against the golden scroll and also showing his determination. Anyone who dared to harm him again would have to consider the consequences of not killing him first.
Then, just as he finished speaking, a ball of blood light quickly appeared, like the coming of the sun. It was a giant, leading a surging sea of blood, coming from outside the domain and stepping towards him.
The blood-red giant was as tall as the heaven and earth, with a majestic appearance and his head reaching the sky. His big feet fell down, the void collapsed, Zheng Yuantian’s temple collapsed, and the earth sank.
Zheng Yuantian, who was fighting against the golden scroll and trying to refine the Demon King's body, had the royal blood in his hand roaring and splashing.
"You..." Zheng Yuantian was angry. The big foot covered him underneath, not only intending to severely injure him, but also to humiliate him.
"Is that the Netherblood Cult leader? He attacked Zheng Juesai!"
"It's time to kick him! He's too powerful. Immortal Ancestor Zheng's temple has been completely destroyed. What a pity that such a vast immortal mountain was shattered into dust!"
In the distance, the immortals exclaimed, feeling so shocked and surprised. With so many unexpected things happening one after another, was someone trying to take advantage of the opportunity to take Zheng Yuantian's life?
"You are hiding your head and showing your tail, who are you?" Zheng Yuantian blasted out with his palm, knocking Gao Tiandu to pieces. He resisted the foot, but with a puff, he failed to block the golden scroll and was cut in half. Then he was stepped down by the big foot and almost crushed!
He suffered a great loss and was furious. Who was humiliating him?
"Isn't that the founder of the Netherblood Sect? Why would Immortal Ancestor Zheng ask like that?" Someone was puzzled and whispered in the distance.
"Don't you know that since ancient times, some peerless masters have appeared in the image of the Nether Blood Cult Patriarch when it is inconvenient for them to reveal their true form?"
Many of the immortals were hearing this secret for the first time. They were stunned and wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to. How many blames did Old Ming have to bear?
"It is said that the main reason is that the founder of the Dark Blood Cult had nine true lives. He was too ostentatious back then and really offended a lot of people."
The immortals were communicating through their spiritual consciousness and did not dare to talk loudly.
"Zheng Yuantian, you are still here today? Back then, you murdered a peerless genius named Zheng Yuantian, not only taking away his flesh and blood, but also his name. Who are you? You are just an evildoer who practices the magic fetus method. You may even be a remnant of the ancient emperor!"
Someone shouted, that's... another leader of the Mingxue Sect. This man was wearing blood-colored armor and looked more like the founder of a sect than the old Ming just now.
He was so full of energy that he held a Dharma wheel in his hand and with a loud bang, he smashed Zheng Yuantian to pieces, and blood splattered everywhere!
Zheng Yuantian screamed miserably, mainly because he was entangled by his golden scroll and could not avoid the Falun. His body was shattered and exploded into pieces.
"Who are you?!" He was shocked and angry, gathering his body in the distance. At the critical moment, another person came to kill him. Was this to end his life and really send him to death?
He was afraid. Things were different now. He was very weak and was suffering from the backlash of the New Covenant. He might be killed by these people with ulterior motives.
"This old man is the blood of the underworld!" the man roared, holding the Dharma wheel in his hand and smashing down again.
“I am also of Hades blood!” On the other side, the giant as tall as the sky raised his foot and stepped down again.
"Give me the remaining elixir and true blood of the Demon King!" Among the people chasing Xiaoyaozhou, one of them suddenly turned around and stabbed Zheng Yuan with a sword.
"Ah..." Zheng Yuantian screamed miserably. He was attacked by three masters and strangled by the golden scroll. He was torn into pieces and began to burrow into the ground.
However, one of the Netherblood Cult leaders forced him out again with a sea of blood. The most important thing was that the golden scroll followed him like a shadow, making it easier to kill him underground.
Zheng Yuantian was shocked and frightened. He might really die today.
In the old land, Ancheng, the Exiled Immortal Teahouse, the leader of the Nether Blood Sect seemed to have eaten ginseng fruit. Tens of thousands of sweat pores opened up and he felt refreshed from head to toe.
"Haha, it's all me, hehe!" He felt so happy that his heart was about to glow.
Over the years, Zheng Yuantian, Demon Ancestor Qi Yi and others have impersonated him many times, and he has been blamed countless times.
The most infuriating thing was that last time in the spiritual world, those people pretended to be him and fought with him, almost making the founder of the Nether Blood Cult cough up blood in anger.
Today it was finally his turn to vent his anger, especially when he tried to kill Zheng Yuantian with his true appearance, but the other party still thought he was impersonating him.
It is conceivable that over the years, how many people have been pretending to be the founder of the Dark Blood Sect. Even Zheng Yuantian was beaten up just now, but he still believed that it was someone else pretending to be him.
"Master, how does it taste?" Huang Ming, with a smile on his face, personally served in the private room.
"It's slightly bitter, fragrant, and a little sweet, it's okay. By the way, what did you give me to drink?" Mingxue came back to his senses, put down the cup and asked.
Huang Daxian was surprised and said, "Coffee, didn't I ask you just now, and you were smiling and nodding your head."
"What coffee?" The leader of the Dark Blood Cult was distracted just now, and his mind was not in reality at all, so he had no idea what he said.
"Angel Coffee, although it has a bad reputation, it tastes okay."
"I... will beat you to death!" The leader of the Nether Blood Cult felt a little allergic when he heard the sign. It was because Huang Ming's Fairy Envoy Coffee plan last time left such a deep impression on him that he couldn't stand the strong taste.
"Master, calm down. They didn't actually use my plan!" Huang Ming screamed.
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