Wild beast war god

Zizhu's words were half true and half false.

Originally Zizhu thought he was just pretending, but she didn't expect Sikong Jing to be able to actually touch the depths of her soul.

At this moment, Zizhu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness was really hurt.

the other side……

Mo Fu and the kneeling Eight-Step Yin-Yang Destroyer looked at Sikong Jing, then at Zizhu who was vomiting blood crazily.

A feeling of hair all over the body arises spontaneously.

But immediately, the face of the Eight-Step Yin-Yang Destroyer became distorted.

"Master, Zizhu is pretending."

"She is cooperating with Black Scale Boy in acting. How could Black Scale Boy injure Zizhu of Eight Steps and Four Elephants in one go?"

Everything that just happened happened in an instant, and when they reacted, Zizhu was already seriously injured.

But he didn't believe it, he didn't believe at all that Zizhu could be injured in an instant.

Similarly, Mo Fu also reacted and rushed out, "Master, Zizhu is pretending to obey but actually disobeying, she must be severely punished."

At this time, the middle-aged man with black beard in the Jianmie giant tomb had a very pale face. Of course, he also thought that Zizhu was pretending. At this time, Zizhu had already crashed into the wall of the Jianmie giant tomb.

So the black-bearded middle-aged man waved his hand...

With a humming sound, the seriously injured Zizhu was sucked into the giant tomb of Jianmie by a terrifying force.

At the same time, an extremely cold voice sounded: "Zizhu, you dare to pretend in front of me, I will destroy the four spirit shadows of your Zichen Pavilion now. You really disappoint me."

At this time, Zizhu had returned to the gate, and she saw her master's appearance for the first time.

She saw it, a middle-aged man with a black beard.

At the same time, the middle-aged man with black beard deliberately amplified his voice, and it echoed out of the giant tomb of Jianmie so that everyone could hear it clearly, causing Mo Fu and the other man to have distorted looks on their faces and a burst of wild satisfaction.

Since Zizhu dares to act, will she have a chance to replace her and become the leader of the Exterminators?

Mo Fu and the other man had no idea that Zizhu was a reincarnation at the level of the Heavenly Emperor, and they had no idea how important she was in the heart of the middle-aged man with the black beard. They thought they could kill Zizhu in this way.

At the same time, Zizhu shouted in panic: "Master, no, I'm really not pretending."

But the middle-aged man with black beard still pulled out the four spirit shadows of Zichen Pavilion. He didn't believe that Zizhu was not pretending. He said coldly: "If you are not pretending, then you are also a waste. I will destroy you now..."

Before he finished speaking, Sikong Jing's voice finally interrupted him from outside the Jianmie Giant Tomb...

"Master of that so-and-so, you'd better check whether the seal you put on the Purple Bamboo Pavilion Master has been broken."

The voice was indifferent as it blasted into the giant sword tomb and hit the middle-aged man with black beard and Zizhu.

This made Zizhu confused for a moment. What seal?

The middle-aged man with black beard's face changed drastically, and he looked in the direction of Sikong Jing with an unbelieving look. Finally, he stopped trying to kill the four spirit shadows, and instead frantically checked Zizhu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

After a frantic inspection, he found that the seal he had given to Zizhu showed some signs of damage.

All of a sudden, the disbelief in the eyes of the middle-aged man with black beard became even stronger. It turned out that Zizhu was really injured by that black-scaled boy.

I'm not pretending, even my own seal has been broken a little bit.

His whole body was filled with true energy, and he roared straight at Sikong Jing and asked, "Black Scale Boy, how did you do it?"

His seal should not be broken by a five-step anode sky, and it should not even be discovered by him.

In response, Sikong Jing simply replied indifferently: "I can do it, but why should I tell you? Who are you? Why don't you come out now and come into this evil gas... and I will tell you."

There was absolutely no fear or awe in Sikong Jing's words.

This made Zizhu feel incredible.

Generally speaking, facing a terrifying super strong man like the middle-aged man with black beard, anyone would have an instinctive fear, but Sikong Jing did not. He even asked his master...what is that thing?

The middle-aged man with black beard was stunned when he heard this. He was actually looked down upon by a tiny ant-like black-scaled boy?

"Black Scale Boy, do you know what you are talking about?"

The middle-aged man with black beard hasn't had this feeling for a long time. Even before, no one dared to look down on him except the five Heavenly Emperors.

Sikong Jing said coldly again: "Do you know why I dared to kill your so-called funeral destroyer outside the Jianmie Giant Tomb? Do you know why I dared to hurt Zizhu in front of you? Because I know you dare not come out."

"Don't dare to take even a step out of the giant tomb. As long as you leave the giant tomb, you will be destroyed by the evil spirits."

Still, his tone showed complete disrespect for the middle-aged man with black beard, this super strong man.

"I have poor talent. I have only advanced six steps to a small realm, but I am the one who will kill you, the Undertaker."

"If you are still angry, just come out."

Sikong Jing continued...

His words completely stunned Zizhu. Why did Sikong Jing dare to be so bold? Was he really not afraid of this extremely powerful person from the bottom of his heart?

Yes, I heard that he even beat the shadow avatar of Emperor Yanyu into pieces.

When Zizhu thought of this and looked up again, she saw her master's face that looked ashen as if it was about to explode.

obviously……

Sikong Jing was right. The master didn't dare to go out and didn't dare to leave the Jianmie Giant Tomb even a step.

At this time, the middle-aged man with black beard continued to examine Zizhu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, he said in a terrifying voice: "Mo Fu, the four of you, immediately bring this black-scaled kid in."

The voice still carried the anger of thunder, almost bombarding out.

Mo Fu and the other man were now dumbfounded. They stared at Sikong Jing with some fear. This guy could even hurt Zizhu. It seemed that their master meant: Zizhu was really not acting.

As for the other two new undertakers, they still looked confused.

Seeing that Mo Fu and the other man looked frightened, the middle-aged man with black beard knew what they were worried about. After examining Zizhu for a while, he finally found out the reason.

His voice blasted out again...

"Don't worry. The way Black Scale hurt Zizhu was the power of the blood-sucking monster's will."

"It works for Zizhu, but it has no effect on you."

Yes, the middle-aged man with black beard found the remaining power of the blood-sucking beast from Zizhu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, and thus determined the reason why Zizhu was injured, because he also knew that Zizhu's first life was a ferocious beast of the Emperor level.

Following the words of the black-bearded middle-aged man, Mo Fu's whole body was shaken and he suddenly realized...

"I have indeed heard that this kid obtained some magical beast's blood in the Imperial Battlefield."

"So that's how it is. Sikong Jing's alien human form carries the blood and will of the demon beast, and Zizhu herself has the blood of a fierce beast and was injured, but the two of us are not alien humans transformed from fierce beasts."

"We were transformed by the evil spirits, and we are not afraid of the will of the monsters."

Following Mo Fu's words, the Eight-Step Yin-Yang Destroyer was no longer worried, but stood up and stared at Sikong Jing.

Regarding this…

Sikong Jing withdrew his gaze from the Jianmie Giant Tomb and replied calmly: "It is true that it has no effect on you, but it seems that it does not need to have any effect on you. The Purple Bamboo Pavilion Master is an Eight-Step Four-Elephant, and you are not a Four-Elephant."