The Spirit of God Million Domain

Time passed by minute by minute.

Half of the incense burnt out.

Zheng Junzhi said slowly: "How are you thinking? Anyone who is willing to follow me, Zheng Junzhi, I guarantee that he will survive."

"From now on, I will become the master of the Zi Pavilion, and everyone will still be in the same situation as before. Why should we follow you to death?"

"What's more, you yourself are not afraid of death. Don't you want to think about your parents, wives and children?"

As soon as Zheng Junzhi said this, everyone was in a commotion.

You know, wives and children are always the weakest point.

Behind Qin Lie, a man with gray hair bowed to Qin Lie and said, "Thank you, Dean, for taking care of me over the years. I can't die here... I still have a family..."

After saying that, he immediately rushed towards Zheng Junzhi.

Immediately afterwards, several more figures ran behind Zheng Junzhi.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."

Zheng Junzhi's face was cold and stern.

The spiritual power in his body flows, and his cultivation is at the peak of the third level of Fatian Realm.

The moment you take a step forward.

He shouted at the many strong men in Zixiao Court behind him and said, "Kill them all!"

"In this case, let me come and learn about Pavilion Master Zheng's strength." Master Baimei's face was ferocious, and he looked extremely angry.

Zheng Junzhi actually chose to betray Zige.

With a sneer on his face, Chen Xianlin rushed towards Yun Zhenzi and Ge Lao.

The cultivation level at the sixth level of the Law Heaven Realm spread out from his body.

Yun Zhenzi gritted his teeth and attacked with all his strength.

Still no match for Chen Xianlin.

The whole person was knocked out again.

Yun Zhenzi stood up, looked at Tianchen and the others, roared angrily, and said: "Tianchen, you run away quickly, leaving Qingshan without worrying about having no firewood. You can only take revenge if you survive..."

When Yun Zhenzi's words rang out, Tianchen and others gritted their teeth and stood still without moving.

Qin Lie turned around and shouted loudly at Tianchen and others, with admiration in his eyes: "You Qingshan disciples are all good, we are on top, you run away quickly, remember to kill that bitch Chen Xianlong in the future, give me We take revenge."

"Yes, you run away quickly, otherwise all the hard work of us will be in vain."

Shang Lin looked at Tianchen and others with serious words.

Wow!

Yun Zhenzi was hit hard on the chest by another palm from Chen Xianlin.

This time, he hit the ground hard and could no longer get up.

"You still think that they can leave alive. Do you really think that my eldest brother's Northern King's Army is all vegetarian?"

Chen Xianlin perched on top, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

On the palm of my hand, air waves floated.

A few meters apart, the palm prints on both hands struck hard towards Yun Zhenzi's chest without any hesitation.

Chen Batian led his army and surrounded Tianchen and others.

There was a cold and murderous intent in his eyes.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh.

Is Yun Zhenzi going to die after all?

Just as the palm print was about to hit Yun Zhenzi.

An afterimage suddenly appeared.

It was a figure shrouded in gray robes.

He grabbed Yun Zhenzi and stepped aside.

The ground was torn apart by the bombardment of Chen Xianlin's palm prints.

The air waves are everywhere.

Chen Xianlin's face was stern, he stared at the gray-robed man who appeared, and said, "Who are you, your Excellency, so nosy?"

"You are not qualified to be my opponent, get out!"

Under the gray robe, a deep voice sounded.

Yun Zhenzi's eyes widened and he stared at the gray-robed figure.

However, Zheng Junzhi, Qin Lie and others not far away all looked towards the gray robe.

They were all too familiar with that deep voice.

"Pavilion Master?"

The light of hope emerged in everyone's hearts.

"I never imagined that your fate would be so great. If you didn't die in the sea of ​​fire, could you still survive?"

Chen Xianlin narrowed his eyes slightly,

He also thought of the identity of the man in gray robe opposite him.

In the entire Purple Pavilion, besides Ma Qingsong, who else is there?

"Hmph! I want to see how strong you are?"

Chen Xianlin gritted his teeth.

The cultivation level of the sixth level of the Law Heaven Realm pervades his body.

The moment he took a step forward, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

On both palms, there are concentrated palm prints.

It contains a destructive momentum.

The palm prints attacked Ma Qingsong.

Not far away, Zheng Junzhi gritted his teeth and had a ferocious look on his face.

"Zheng Junzhi, it seems that the master of the pavilion is still alive. I'm afraid you are in doom."

Master Baimei said coldly while taking action.

"Hmph! So what if he is alive? The rise of the Northern King is already unstoppable. We, Zi Pavilion, will hit the stone with an egg, and the final result will be destruction."

Zheng Junzhi gritted his teeth and faced Bai Mei.

Ma Qingsong said coldly: "Since I said you are not qualified to be my opponent, then you are not qualified."

Bang!

Ma Qingsong's figure moved, his gray robe fluttering in the wind, and his fists suddenly struck out.

The air waves became extremely powerful and rolled towards Chen Xianlin fiercely, sweeping away.

With just one move, Chen Xianlin was knocked back by Ma Qingsong, his energy and blood boiling.

Chen Xianlin stood firm, his face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth: "Ma Qingsong, I advise you to surrender. Otherwise, if my brother really comes, the entire Zi Pavilion will be a river of blood."

"Don't threaten me with Chen Xianlong. I wasn't afraid of him twenty-four years ago, and I'm still not afraid of him now."

Ma Qingsong's voice was extremely domineering.

Bend down and help Yun Zhenzi up.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry for what happened back then!"

Ma Qingsong knew it very well.

If he had taken action earlier, perhaps Yun Zhenzi's disciples would not have been captured and tortured by Chen Xianlong.

"Senior brother, your hands..."

Yun Zhenzi looked at the arm covered with scars under the gray robe. Thinking of Chen Xianlong's words before, tears flashed in his eyes.

No wonder the senior brother who once loved beauty so much was shrouded in gray robes, dark and dark.

I'm afraid Ma Qingsong's whole body is now covered with scars burned by flames, and he understands it completely.

Ma Qingsong has been in the Purple Pavilion for so many years, but he has been completely disfigured. How can he show up as the master of the pavilion again?

When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.

Ma Qingsong smiled miserably: "It's good to be alive..."

Just when Yun Zhenzi stood up.

Ma Qingsong's eyes suddenly became serious.

He immediately shouted angrily and said: "All the young disciples of Zi Pavilion, immediately flee in all directions."

"I am the Pavilion Master of the Purple Pavilion. If you don't escape and stay to die, it will be tantamount to disobeying my order and I will die in peace!"

Ma Qingsong's words resounded throughout Zi Pavilion.

Countless elders had faces full of grief and anger.

They knew that Zi Ge must encounter a real crisis.

Yun Zhenzi looked at Tianchen and others with a ferocious face, and said, "Run away quickly!"

The next moment, two powerful auras came towards Zi Pavilion.