The heavens, start from one person

Chapter 75 Fall short and turmoil (third update)

After saying these words, the big man lowered his head and started laughing. He squeezed the Ling Jue in his hand, Zhao Lizheng's gaze was fixed, he opened his big hand, and Wanxiang Tianyin was activated suddenly.

"Hmph, kid, you're too late!"

After saying this, the big man smiled wildly, Zhao Lizheng's eyes were concentrated, he opened his big hand, and two black sticks in his hand suddenly came out.

puff!

The black stick entered the body, and the big man's body was pierced by the black stick. The spiritual power in his body was being consumed rapidly, but the spirit art in his hand was drifting away into the distance.

"Hey hey hey..."

The big man whispered, and Zhao Lizheng remained silent. He felt that the big man's cultivation ability was absorbed by him, and his strength and cultivation were rising steadily.

Zhao Lizheng let go of the big man, and with a thought, the flying sword flew up, and the big man showed a ferocious and terrifying smile: "Hehehe, I'm waiting for you in hell! Everyone will hunt and kill you, you demon cultivator, evil cultivator!"

After saying this, Zhao Lizheng suddenly manipulated the spirit sword and took off the big man's head completely.

"Huh? I have cultivated the Tao, do you still believe in the reincarnation in hell? If there is reincarnation, it should be created by me!"

As Zhao Lizheng spoke, he shot several people in succession, feeling an indescribable sense of joy in his heart.

He continued to move forward, but he didn't know that his news had spread throughout the entire battlefield outside the territory.

The people who were cultivating on the spot suddenly saw a flash of spiritual light flying by, which caught their eyes at this moment.

When I looked at it, the spiritual light exploded in mid-air and turned into a coherent picture.

In the picture, Zhao Lizheng was holding a black stick, absorbing the spiritual power of the three big men, and then turned around neatly, like a demon cultivator, with a monstrous resentment surging behind him, surrounding his body.

This scene also stunned everyone, and there was a moment of silence inside and outside the venue, until another person said: "Demonic cultivator, demonic cultivator, evil cultivator, how could such an evil cultivator appear on the battlefield outside the territory!"

"When will such a person appear in the Temple of War God!"

At this moment, everyone was discussing, and there were only two people present who knew Zhao Lizheng well, one was Ma Liang, and the other was Zhou Zihong!
"He is an evil cultivator, how could..."

Ma Liang was trembling all over. He thought that he had introduced Zhao Lizheng into the Temple of War God. Now that he is an evil cultivator, wouldn't he say that he is a sinner in the Temple of War God?

He trembled at the thought of this, but except for Huo Feihong, no one knew that it was Ma Liang who lured Zhao Lizheng to the Temple of War God.

Zhou Zihong on the side also had a complex expression. Zhao Lizheng was the same master as him, and there was an evil cultivator under his master's hands. Not to mention the shame on the master's face, he might also be suspected.

All of a sudden, people were in panic. They didn't know Zhao Lizheng, and they couldn't even call him by his name, but they remembered Zhao Lizheng's face firmly.

"If you meet this person, let's attack together!"

Many monks have reached a consensus that when they encounter Zhao Li Zheng, they will attack him in groups without leaving any room for chance.

At this moment, Zhao Lizheng didn't know that his affairs had been known to everyone, and he was still exploring alone. The deeper he went, the more violent the cracks and winds in space became.

Moreover, Zhao Lizheng discovered that the cracks in the space here and the colorful colors exuded have a certain attractive effect. If so, it would be a very scary thing.

boom!
At this moment, the crack in the space widened, and Zhao Lizheng saw countless phantoms surging out of it, spreading away in all directions.

These phantoms must be invisible to ordinary people. Because of Zhao Lizheng's ability to reincarnate and write sharing eyes, he can see the wandering souls under these cracks.

These wandering spirits were densely packed and spread extremely fast. At this moment, Zhao Lizheng suddenly heard some screams.

"Ahhh! Help, help!"

The voice was shrill, but still somewhat familiar, which made Zhao Lizheng interested.He couldn't help stepping forward, the moment he stepped forward, he froze suddenly, and then smiled.

"Oh. Who did I think it was?"

Zhao Lizheng looked at the weak monk in front of him. This monk was none other than the weak monk who left Zhao Lizheng and ran away when Zhao Lizheng was trapped by thieves.

The monk was overjoyed when he heard the voice, but when he turned his head and saw that it was Zhao Lizheng, the surprise in his eyes instantly turned into despair.

He never thought that the person who came was actually Zhao Lizheng.

But now, in such an urgent situation, he can only forcefully smile and say: "I knew that Taoist brothers and auspicious people have heaven, and they will not die. The strength of Taoist brothers is truly unprecedented. My little brother is right. Your admiration is like a torrential river, endless, Dao brother, you..."

"Don't you, you, I'm not your Taoist brother..."

Zhao Lizheng waved his hands hastily. He looked at the wandering soul lying on the monk and couldn't help talking, which made the weak monk feel pitiful.

"We are all from the same door, don't you want to help me?"

The weak monk said pitifully.

"You and I met by chance, there is no need for me to participate in your affairs, it will only increase the cause and effect!"

"If you don't help me, I will die here!"

Hearing Zhao Lizheng's answer, the cultivator showed a bitter face and muttered.

"Sorry, I can't help you!"

Zhao Lizheng said it.He quickly waved his hands, ready to leave quickly.

The weak monk was stunned, he always felt that this scene was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it, but now Zhao Lizheng's figure was getting farther and farther away, and he didn't care about so much, so he shouted loudly: "Brother Dao, wait a minute, If Brother Dao can save me, I am willing to give all my storage bags and promise to be a slave for 50 years!"

At this moment, he finally couldn't bear to start offering benefits. He was already at the end of his rope, and if he dragged on for a while, he would die completely.

After saying these words, Zhao Lizheng, who had gone far away, froze. He turned sideways slightly, his eyes fixed, and the enormous spiritual power instantly covered the cultivator.

"die!"

This word came out of Zhao Lizheng's mouth, it was extremely cold, the frail monk couldn't help shivering, he stared blankly at Zhao Lizheng, completely unaware that the wandering spirit on his body had been eliminated.

After a while, he realized that he was safe and sound, and he couldn't help showing joy. He remembered the oath before, and hurried over and said, "Thank you, brother... No, the master helped me. This is also a storage bag. Please accept the master!"

The weak monk spoke in a hurry, Zhao Lizheng looked at the half-kneeling monk, his eyes narrowed slightly, showing an indescribable smile, but then, a flash of sword light struck, and the monk's head was chopped off.

"you you……"

"Confused, you are dead, and the storage bag is also mine. As for your being a slave, what's the use of being a slave for a person whose strength is much weaker than mine!"

After Zhao Lizheng finished speaking, he put away his storage bag and squinted at the space-time rift in the distance...

　What was owed was made up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)