Five Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Kill Indifferently

"Boy, now tell me the forces behind you, maybe you can die peacefully, and your master will be buried with you. In this case, you won't be so lonely down there." Dao Liusan looked at Zhang Ziling. With a sneer, the magma around the palace exploded instantly, and countless black chains loomed beneath the magma.

"Since your name is Dao Liusan, it means that there are still 62 strong people in front of you, right?" Zhang Ziling ignored Dao Liusan's words, but asked bluntly.

Seeing Zhang Ziling ignoring his own words, Dao Liusan's face instantly turned gloomy, and he didn't say any more. He punched Zhang Ziling directly, and the violent spiritual power sandwiched the fiery flames, forming a fire dragon, roaring.

"Boy, it seems that I won't let you know the real world, you won't put away your poor rebelliousness!" Dao Liusan's voice exploded in Zhang Ziling's ear, and the bluestone slabs on the surrounding ground became cracked. Densely clothed, "Yanlong collapsed!"

"It's the Yanlong collapse! Uncle Shi actually used his famous stunt!"

"What a domineering aura! That kid is so blessed to be able to die under the trick of Uncle Shi!"

"That intruder is really arrogant. How magnificent and powerful is my palace? Even ants dare to provoke me!"

A group of Dao Xinggong disciples standing in the void looked at the fire dragon transformed by the fist style, and they all discussed fiercely, looking at Zhang Ziling as if they were looking at a dead man.

Although Dao Liusan's sudden punch was so powerful that even the Floating Dragon in the magma trembled, it didn't make Zhang Ziling's expression waver.

"Why do you choose to use hand-to-hand combat as an alchemist? Isn't it good to use Taoism well?" Zhang Ziling shook his head gently, stretched out a forefinger and pressed it on Dao Liusan's fist. After dissipating, the terrifying aura emanating from Dao Liusan disappeared in an instant, Dao Xinggong returned to calm, and the distant Jiaolong also took this opportunity to flee quickly and escape from this place of right and wrong.

The Dao Xing Palace fell into a dead silence.

A group of Dao Xinggong disciples stared at Zhang Ziling and Dao Liusan, their bodies shaking violently.

He used a finger... to block the attack of the uncle?

Gollum!

Everyone swallowed hard, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

You must know that the fire dragon that Dao Liusan blasted out just now has the power to destroy a city in an instant!

Even those built with Lingyan on the ground,

Japan's first-class powerhouses tried their best, but the slates that could only leave traces on them all shattered under the roar of the fire dragon... One can imagine how elegant the punch of Dao Liusan was!

However, now the intruder... just blocked the attack of the uncle with just one finger?

The Dao Xing Palace disciples shook their heads violently, unable to stand in the void any longer, and fell to the ground one after another.

"According to the popular words now..." Zhang Ziling slowly withdrew his hand, looked at Dao Liusan and said with a chuckle, "You have the wrong talent."

"What, what..."

laugh!

Behind Zhang Ziling, two black chains suddenly appeared, like a black lightning bolt, directly penetrating Dao Liusan's chest.

"Uh..." The severe pain made Dao Liusan speechless, lowered his head with difficulty, looked at the chains that penetrated his heart and lungs, and felt his consciousness dissipating.

"How, how could it be..." Dao Liusan knelt on the ground, looking at the blood-stained ground, his vision gradually became blurred.

Dao Liusan still can't believe that he is going to die like this without any waves?

He is one of the 3,000 Daotong children who followed Duke Xu to the east. In the long river of two thousand years, he has survived to the present with the once-in-a-hundred-year sack. His strength has reached the pinnacle of the world. When Duke Xu recovers, it is them. The only remaining sixty-three Taoist boys are famous today.

But why...

Dao Liusan looked at the blood dripping from his hands, and his eyes were full of unwillingness, "Why..."

Before the words were finished, Dao Liusan completely fell into a pool of blood without making a sound.

Dao Liusan, die!

"I have survived by taking a home, and my soul and body are too weak. It is meaningless to persist like this." Zhang Ziling looked indifferently at the corpse of Dao Liusan in front of him, and had no emotions about his death. Fluctuating, just briefly commented on Dao Liusan's current state, "It is also because of frequent body changes, which leads to an embarrassing situation where the body is unable to perform the Dao technique freely, so it gradually turned into hand-to-hand combat."

"It is estimated that the other sixty-two alchemists are also in the same situation. Those who have not stepped into the realm of becoming a saint... Unless it is an accident or special means, it is impossible to naturally survive for two thousand years."

"It seems that although they have lived for so many years, their strength has a lot of water!"

Zhang Ziling whispered to himself, ignoring the split-eyed expressions of a group of Dao Xinggong disciples behind him, but just waved his hand lightly, and Dao Liusan's body was thrown into the magma by two chains and disappeared completely.

"There are still sixty-two powerhouses... Where are they all?" Zhang Ziling swept the palace of Taoism with his soul. Except for a few people whose strength was almost the same as that of Tao Liusan, he could not find Tao Liusan at all. Said alchemists.

"There must be something I haven't found. Just relying on the people of Dao Liusan, there is no way to make Dao Xinggong a superpower." Zhang Ziling pondered, the red light flashed in his eyes, and he took a not far away Dao Xinggong. The disciple sucked it into his hand.

"Do you still have space to hide here?"

"I... help!"

The palace disciple just hesitated for a moment, and Zhang Ziling no longer waited for him to answer, and directly threw him into the magma lake beside him, letting the man disappear into the magma.

The other Dao Xinggong disciples saw Zhang Ziling's current ruthless methods, and their faces no longer had the confident look they had before. They were all frightened, for fear that Zhang Ziling would choose him.

Since Dao Liusan was killed without even taking a single move, the other Dao Xinggong disciples lost all desire to resist in an instant. If it was not for the rules of the Dao Xinggong, most of the disciples would have escaped from Mount Fuji by now. .

"Bold madman, dare to rage in my Taoist palace!"

At this time, several other powerhouses that Zhang Ziling had swept across with his divine soul rushed out, and Li Hejia swept towards Zhang Ziling with majestic spiritual power. Several black figures stood in the void and looked at Zhang Ziling indifferently.

"Uncle Master!!!" A group of Taoist palace disciples quickly looked up at the sky, and surprises appeared in their eyes again.

That spiritual power storm did not affect Zhang Ziling at all, but successfully attracted Zhang Ziling's attention, causing Zhang Ziling to raise his eyes to look at the people in the sky, frowning slightly.

"These wastes... really like to stand on high places!"

The red light flashed in Zhang Ziling's eyes, and a terrifying aura burst out suddenly. The few strong men standing in the void suddenly felt a tremendous pressure from their shoulders, which made their expressions change greatly.

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