Immediately, his magic pupils glowed, and the terrifying sight of sentient beings in the slaughter was extremely stunning. That kind of voice, like the tide of the sky, the murderous aura swept across the nine heavens.
"Boy, who are your parents?" Mo Yingyi said with a cold eye.
"Why should I tell you!" Zhang Xiaotian said coldly. But there was a move in his heart, and he told the people of Haohaizong through the power of the soul of some of his own thoughts.
"Shall you sell it to me?" Mo Ying sneered.
Then he jokingly said, "I have passed this village and there is no such shop."
Zhang Xiaotian still looks indifferent.
The corner of Mo Ying's mouth was always filled with a smile, as if mocking Hao Haizong's disciple's irresponsibility.
In his magic shadow, the magic talisman flickered, and there was a smell that could break the original source.
Zhang Xiaotian felt like he was facing the ancient dragon, but he was so plain, without the slightest fear of showing off.
"Ka Ka Ka..." This time, he laughed like a death knell.
After hearing it, several of them felt that their hearts were dripping blood, the joints seemed to be beaten, and there was a feeling of soreness in the bones.
However, they still did not show it.
"Still pretending!" The sneer was so harsh, even the earth was shaking again and again.
"Huh!" The fat man stared at the sunken eyes, the small eyes, which were hidden by the fat. The fat all over his body trembled, and the fat drenched all over his body. This posture is arrogant to the extreme, but it is still not enough.
He held up a finger, pointed it at his ear, flicked it again and again, and then flicked it. His eyes squinted again, his expression extremely contemptuous.
The whole person is relaxed and cozy, as if this is their own back garden, ignoring the figure above.
Is it self-confidence or pretending
"Hahaha..." Mo Ying laughed wildly, his eyes were full of aggressiveness, and the whole person exuded an aura of anger swallowing the wasteland and self-respect.
"Play scheming with me, you guys are still a lot of stunned!" Mo Ying scolded.
The few people were still indifferent, each being well and doing things separately, it seemed that they no longer looked at each other.
"You are looking for death!" The Demon Shadow roared, and the sound waves were like huge waves, slamming across the wasteland.
Several people looked pale, but their bodies were as strong as loose, and their backbones stood straight. It felt as if they could support a world, and their bodies were like not falling down a mountain and rising above the clouds.
"Do you really think we don't know?" Zhang Xiaotian suddenly sneered.
Then he sarcastically said, "You can have the power to surpass the limit of the Holy Sepulchre. You must be scrupulous, otherwise you would have done it long ago!"
In fact, Zhang Xiaotian didn't know, this can only be a risk.
"You are right. I have slowly adapted to the power of the Holy Sepulchre's heaven and earth rules over time, but every time I will experience the Holy Sepulchre heaven and earth spiritual chain attack." Mo Ying said without concealment.
Zhang Xiaotian thought for a while, and said, "Is it right? The more shots you make, the more terrifying the attacks on the rules of heaven and earth!"
"Boy, you are very clever, but you can't escape death!" The Demon Shadow is very murderous.
"Life and death can't take a moment." Zhang Xiaotian said very coolly.
"You really thought I didn't dare to kill you!" Mo Ying smiled coldly.
Zhang Xiaotian just smiled and did not speak.
But it was so harsh in Mo Ying's ears, Mo Ying felt that he had been insulted, and there was anger in his heart that he needed to vent.
"Want to force me to kill you directly, it's not that simple!" Suddenly, Mo Ying was very ruthless and cruel.
"Don't you dare!" Tang Tengtian, Zhang Xiaotian, and Jiman said together, moving the entire sky.
"You dare to provoke my majesty, but instead of killing you, I have to talk to you!" Mo Ying said.
"But we don't want to talk to you!" Tang Tengtian said coldly, with a firm attitude.
"Then" Mo Ying said heavily.
"Dead!" The tongue burst into thunder, cutting through the big time and space.
When he raised his hand, the wind and clouds agitated, and the black sky was overwhelming. A big hand that traverses the sky and the earth was formed in an instant. The magic mist was surging, and the waves were bursting, sealing the sky above them in all directions.
"Give you three breaths time to consider whether to die or become my servant!" Mo Ying jokingly said, his palm standing on top of Zhang Xiaotian and others' heads where he could touch him, he could suppress a few people at any time in the next moment.
"Okay!" Zhang Xiaotian said, he looked at Tang Tengtian, the latter understood, and everyone knew it when they looked at each other.
In the end, twelve people gathered in a circle and seemed to be discussing it. Soon, the result came out.
"We choose" Tang Tengtian said lightly, before the last word was spoken.
"Kill!" Who knows, at this time a figure rushed forward, rushing to thunder like a swift, and a cold light radiated from it, illuminating the big world.
This change was so fast that people couldn't react to it, and everyone was stunned for a moment. As for Demon Shadow, he was naturally really angry. He was a generation of supreme strong men. In his era, there were few strong men who could be matched with them. The real dominance, rampant and omnipotent.
Now, there was a little cultivator at the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm who directly attacked him. This was to provoke him. It was a great shame that must be wiped out by killing.
The big hand that flickered with black light hadn't dissipated, and now it suddenly shot at the figure.
"You guys go!" Zhang Xiaotian's voice came from a distance, no joy and no worries.
Several people were angry, and Zhang Xiaotian violated the principle and shot directly.
In the beginning, a few people had a bit of a dispute, and they waited for the fierce monks to be extremely brutal, and directly said that they would rather die than follow, and Tang Tengtian used a prudent way to cope with all changes.
Some people say compromise! Then I looked for a chance to leave, but some people said they entered the thief’s den and still want to be clean
As a result, everyone decided to make false claims first, but they should not compromise too directly. They had to pretend to be reluctant, or euphemistic, with difficulties. When the other party was about to tear his skin, they would only compromise.
Finally, think of all kinds of ways to find opportunities to escape from the clutches of the clutches.
No one expected that Zhang Xiaotian, who remained neutral, would directly take the shot.
Because Zhang Xiaotian knew that no matter what the result was, some of these people must have died, so it is better to attack each other first. And the other person is mainly staring at himself.
It is faintly visible that Zhang Xiaotian is holding a sharp sword, with an extremely sharp blade, with a striking momentum.
He seemed to be a warrior who had left his life and death out of his life, daring to go up against the sky.
Finally, the two collided, and in a split second, Zhang Xiaotian was overwhelmed by the black awns from his palms, and his figure became more and more blurred, as if he was about to disappear.
"Zhang Xiaotian!" The Hao Haizong disciple whistled sadly, with sorrow.
In this short period of time that is not allowed to be sent. Even if they are no more indignant, no matter how helpless, and anger, but this is Zhang Xiaotian's chance in exchange for them, they can't give up, lose this precious opportunity, otherwise they would be too sorry for Zhang Xiaotian.
The mouths of the eleven were like a snake's mouth, and red light burst out from it, and a mass of blood essence squirmed and landed on a lightning talisman.
This rune had an ordinary appearance, about an inch long, white jade-like color, and a lightning mark was carved on it. All of a sudden, a bright blood burst out, rendering it for nine days.
Immediately afterwards, a few people were turned into blood-colored puppets, fluttering light and flying shadows, shooting towards the distant sky, and after a few breaths, there was no trace.