Chapter 713 Zhou Ze will die

Zhou Ze fled far away, and countless disciples of the Mingxin Ancient Sect chased Zhou Ze. A god-like realm suddenly took action and rushed towards Zhou Ze's back with a palm.

Feeling this energy, Zhou Ze turned around and punched him.

"boom……"

With a loud bang, Zhou Ze's body flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his body was churning and uncomfortable, and his internal organs were about to break.

His injuries were too serious. The attack of the gods was not enough for Zhou Ze at the heyday. However, in his current state, a attack of the gods made him spit blood.

"Damn it!" Zhou Ze cursed in a low voice, looking at the disciple who had completely wrapped him up. He knew that if he was trapped by the other party, he would definitely die.

Zhou Ze gritted his teeth, stayed awake and did not faint, and drove to the extreme, fleeing far away.

The white-haired old man was standing above the Mingyue Ancient Sect at this time. His face was a little pale. Looking at Zhou Ze who was escaping from afar, he spoke to the practitioners beside him and ordered: "You go, you must kill him!"

"Yes!" Several practitioners next to the white-haired old man nodded. Each of them was a terrifying figure and had reached the realm of the gods. These people rushed out together and chased Zhou Ze.

Yang Ming looked at this scene with a complicated expression. He stared at Zhou Ze, covered in blood, with a look of unbearableness in his eyes.

The old man with white hair saw Yang Ming's expression, he patted Yang Ming on the shoulder and said, "The leader died in his hands. If he did not take revenge, he would be a disciple of Mingxin Ancient Sect."

Yang Ming glanced at the old man with white hair. He didn't know what he could say. Although what Zhou Ze did was hostile to the Mingxin Ancient Sect, he liked Zhou Ze very much in his heart.

"You have to make a difference!" The white-haired old man looked at Yang Ming, "I don't hesitate to kill him with the foundation of the religion, but I never killed him with one blow. Such a person and you can't have any intersection."

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man stared at Zhou Zeyuan's escape with a gloomy eyes. He originally wanted to leave the Mingxin Ancient Sect, but he never expected the leader to be killed by him. Who would stand up if he didn't stand up at this time?

He did not hesitate to use the foundation of the teachings to show such a killing blow, in order to understand the dignity of the ancient teachings. Killing Zhou Ze would be very troublesome, but no matter how troublesome he was, he could not ignore the death of the leader.

He and the leader of Mingxin are divided into two veins, but the two sides are from the same ancestor after all. They have had conflicts, but that is also different management concepts for the great sect, and there are no major problems with the other sects.

"Are we not afraid of his father knowing if we kill him?" Yang Ming suddenly said such a sentence for no reason.

"As long as you kill him as soon as possible, who knows that we killed him?" said the white-haired old man.

"What if we do this, what if he doesn't die? Our great sect will really be doomed!" Yang Ming said.

"That blow has not killed him, but his injuries are definitely not enough to support him for a long time. So many of us have already chased him, and he will definitely die!" The white-haired old man said to Yang Ming, "I know what you are thinking. Although the leader has made many embarrassing us, he is indeed determined to bring the ancient sect to regain his glory. No matter what, we can't just watch the murderer leave like this."

Yang Ming was silent and had not said a word for a long time, so he could only sigh.

Seeing this, the old man with white hair smiled and looked at Zhou Ze, with cold murderous intent in his eyes.

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Zhou Ze was driving his body skills and fled madly to the distance. His speed was greatly reduced and he could not completely get rid of them. Several gods were hanging him from afar, and his momentum kept pressing Zhou Ze away.

Zhou Ze gritted his teeth and looked at a mountain in the distance. He rushed towards the mountain.

"You can't escape!" A god roared angrily, and as he spoke, a momentum rioted, and blasted towards Zhou Ze fiercely.

Zhou Ze almost did not avoid this attack. His arm was hit by the aftermath of this force, and a deep blood mark was drawn. The blood flew out, making the murderous intent of a group of people stronger.

"Damn it!" Zhou Ze cursed in a low voice. This situation was really a desperate situation. Seeing everyone showing the situation of Baozhang to completely trap him, Zhou Ze used the life and death seal to drive it with the life seal.

He has used too much of his life seal recently, and his energy and potential have been used up. The effect of the life and death seal is limited. However, even if it is limited, the interweaving of Tao and Dharma still restores his energy and spirit.

At this time, a god happened to come over. Zhou Ze's eyes became fierce. Regardless of the injuries on his body, he pressed down with his palm. The Death Seal rioted and a violent force of destruction rushed out.

The god came head-on, and he suddenly felt like he was entering an ice cellar. The power of destruction rushed straight into his body. His skin instantly dried up, and the domineering power was about to destroy his vitality.

He bleed blood from his mouth and retreated continuously. The power in his body surged out wildly, constantly fighting against this force, which was to erase this force.

But that's it. Half of his arm was dry and blood was pouring out from his mouth. This blow actually caused him to suffer a great blow.

He had no power to fight Zhou Ze anymore and watched Zhou Ze rush into the mountains.

"Just because you want to kill me too? Are you qualified?" Zhou Ze rushed into the mountains, and he burst into laughter, and soon disappeared into the jungle.

A god looked ugly, and he shouted to countless disciples: "Encircling this mountain, mainly the Mingxin Array, constantly suppressing and covering this mountain, he can't escape!"

"Yes!" these disciples shouted, and began to fly around the mountain, intertwined with strength, and began to transform into a large formation.

"Elder! This mountain is not small. He hid in a place and was afraid that we would find it difficult to dig it out!" said a disciple.

"A mountain is not his good hiding place!" the elder sneered.

"But this person is too strong. Such injuries can even severely damage a god realm. Even if we can find him and give him time, it will be difficult for him to recover half of his recovery." A disciple said.

"That's also his chance!" The elder suddenly laughed, "I was worried that he would keep running, and it would take some time for us to catch up with him at his speed. If someone saw it, it would be a problem for me to teach him. But if he hid in this mountain, he would be seeking death."

"What does it mean?" The disciple looked at the elder incomprehensible.
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