Chapter 650 Killing

Looking at Zheng Wentian who was slowly softening, Zhenjun Ziyang made a secret with his hands and swept his long sleeves. Zheng Wentian in front of him had been sucked into his sleeve robe.

After ascending to immortality, every immortal cultivator will gradually master the power of space, and can practice various immortal techniques to distort space, distort space, and even open up space, and do all kinds of incredible things.

As Zhenjun Ziyang, as the righteous god of the Thunder Department, naturally he also practices similar Taoism.

He had just used the Qiankun in his sleeves to put Zheng Wentian's body into his Qiankun in his sleeves.

Seeing Zheng Wentian being put into Qiankun's sleeve, a tear suddenly appeared in the corner of Zhenjun Ziyang's eyes.

"Every time I bring you that complete despair, it always makes me feel a little sad, but why do you always make me angry? To blame, I can only blame you for not living up to expectations. You are obviously a cruel person world, but there is always some kind of tenderness to play with.”

Under the surge of invisible power, this tear floated in front of Zhenjun Ziyang, and then slowly evaporated and dissipated in the air.

"But when a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength..."

Compared to upright battles, head-on fights, and relying on hard power to defeat opponents, Zhenjun Ziyang prefers enemies who have no power to resist.

"Instead of fighting with all your strength, it is better to make complete preparations before the battle, so that the opponent does not even have a chance to fight back. This is true even if the opponent is an ant. This is the style that an immortal god should have."

"Otherwise, I will be reduced to fighting with all kinds of stupid people with open swords and guns. How is it any different from those ordinary things?"

The Taoist formula in Zhenjun Ziyang's hand changed, and a strand of hair on his body automatically fell off and floated to the ground with a breeze. After the hair tumbled, he turned into a person kneeling on the ground.

He is exactly the same person as Zheng Wentian, from top to bottom, whether it is face, body, clothes, or hairstyle.

This is the ‘Zheng Wentian’ transformed by True Lord Ziyang through the seventy-two transformations of Earthly Evil.

Although it was only Zhenjun Ziyang performing it as a puppet clone, but without the cultivation level of the ninth realm, there is no way to see the difference. Even those with poor eyesight and perception in the ninth realm cannot feel the difference.

Zhenjun Ziyang nodded towards the 'Zheng Wentian' in front of him, stretched out his hand, and the other person walked out the door with a natural look on his face.

…

outside the door.

"Next, win and destroy, you come in."

After listening to True Lord Ziyang's instructions, Ying Guan looked towards the side hall and wondered: "Where is Zheng Wentian? Isn't he coming out?"

At this moment, 'Zheng Wentian' came out and nodded to everyone: "Teacher Ying, go in, Senior Mingyue is waiting for you inside."

Ying Ruan nodded and strode in. The others didn't take it seriously and waited quietly outside.

After all, this is the Island of Ten Thousand Immortals, with complete defensive formations, restrictions, and Immortal Mingyue personally sitting on the island. No one is worried about what the traitor will accomplish if there is a traitor among them.

As for themselves, they don't think they are the devil's traitor, so they don't worry about the inspection of Immortal Mingyue.

As soon as Ying Ruan entered the side hall, he felt a strong killing intent. After all, he was at the sixth level of Gongtu. Under the attack of the other party's unreserved killing intent, he felt something was wrong at the first moment and wanted to retreat.

But the colorful brilliance had already surged into his body. It was the power of the formation that came with the manor. Under the control of Zhenjun Ziyang, it directly suppressed Ying Rui's soul and body.

That is a formation power that only the Ninth Realm can resist, and only immortals can break through. It is safely at the level of immortals.

"Senior Mingyue? What do you want to do?"

Facing Ying Ruan's confused expression, Zhenjun Ziyang had no intention of communicating. He stretched out his hand and Ying Ruan's neck slowly twisted.

Facing this irresistible force, Ying Ruan gritted his teeth, and the soul in his consciousness boiled: 'There is something wrong with Mingyue... Zhou Bai... I have to remind Zhou Bai and the others...'

"The soul self-destructs?" Zhenjun Ziyang pressed his palm on Ying Shuan's head. The surging power of the soul held down the opponent's soul that wanted to self-destruct, killing him completely.

Seeing that the other party was still struggling hard despite being imprisoned, causing his skull to deform and shatter, Zhenjun Ziyang sighed: "How strong? How stupid. In order not to fall to this point, I will continue to go up. Just crawl."

…

After a while, 'Ying Ruan' came out and said to Yun Chonghe: "Old Yun, go in. Senior is waiting for you inside."

Yun Chonghe nodded and walked toward the side hall with the sword box on his back.

When 'Ying Rui' passed by him, he suddenly said: "Would you like to give me the sword box and you can go in by yourself?"

Yun Chonghe was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No need, I'd better take it with me."

True Lord Ziyang disguised himself as the Immortal Mingyue in the seventy-two transformations of Earth Evil. He watched Yun Chonghe walk in and glanced at the sword box on his back.

"I have already collected the corpses of Ying Guan and Wen Tian." Zhenjun Ziyang said in his heart: "I used the seventy-two transformations of Earth Evil to transform Ying Guan and Wen Tian and walked out. Under normal circumstances, they You shouldn’t be suspicious yet.”

Zhenjun Ziyang looked at the sword box on the opponent's back and thought in his heart: 'There is a 70% to 80% chance that the Heavenly Sword is staying in that sword box. Judging from the lack of any movement until now, Tianjian must have entered a deep sleep. And falling into a deep sleep at this critical moment meant that he could no longer stay awake. ’

‘Then there is a great possibility that when he wakes up again, he will immediately start to be completely deformed. ’

‘Based on these conditions, the best method at present is to kill Yun Chonghe without disturbing the Heavenly Sword. ’

'But with Yun Chonghe's cultivation, they will definitely be prepared to be killed instantly by the gods. It is very likely that as soon as Yun Chonghe dies, Tianjian will wake up immediately. ’

‘I just asked Ying Rui to try to help Yun Chonghe get the sword box, but he was also rejected. It also means that it is possible that even if the sword box is a certain distance away from Yunchong River, Tianjian will wake up. ’

‘Haha, it’s just a time bomb. ’

Thinking of this, Zhenjun Ziyang narrowed his eyes slightly and made a decision in his heart: 'We cannot kill Yun Chonghe directly for the time being. Then...' He laughed secretly in his heart: 'I can only borrow a knife to kill people. Fortunately, there are knives everywhere in Central City now. ’

Yun Chonghe walked into the side hall and scanned the entire side hall, but didn't find anything special.

After a while, Yun Chonghe walked out. Next, Tu Tianmo, Zhao Yue, and Xiang Haochu walked in one by one.

Among the group of people, except for Yun Chonghe who came out unscathed and Xiang Haochu who was knocked unconscious by Zhenjun Ziyang and put into the Qiankun in his sleeves, everyone else was completely dead.

'Mingyue Immortal' came out of the side hall, looked at everyone, and said condescendingly: "Very good, it seems that you are all fine, and you are not a traitor to the devil."

"Yingsui, go and call Zhou Bai. The demon has already invaded Miluo Heavenly Palace. I feel it's still not safe enough here. Let's move to another place."

'Ying Ruan' left, and soon came over with 'Zhou Bai'. 'Mingyue Immortal' nodded, then flicked his long sleeves, and the group of people followed him and left the manor.

After a while, True Lord Ziyang walked out of the side hall and looked at the black spots gradually disappearing into the sky in the distance. Among the group of people, except Yun Chonghe, everyone else was just True Lord Ziyang. Change the clone that is displayed.

"Heavenly Sword, dying in the hands of the devil is a good destination for you."

Zhenjun Ziyang smiled slightly, changed into his appearance of winning and destroying, and walked towards the room where Zhou Bai was.

"Only the last step remains."

It has been 15 minutes since Zheng Wentian died.