The dragon head, horse body, scale feet, fur, grayish-white, and can fly. The Pixiu, which is called the God of Wealth Recruitment in the world, was held by Zhou Liang in both hands and tore it hard!

This tearing directly tore everyone's image of Zhou Liang again. This tearing directly made the hearts of the ancestors tremble, and this tearing even tore Zhang Xiaofeng's weak heart!

The guy spit out a mouthful of blood directly, then stepped forward and bit, scratched, and kicked Zhou Liang. Zhang Xiaofeng was not stingy with any physical movements he could use.

His heart was broken while the Pixiu was torn in half. Not to mention the impure bloodline in Middle Earth, even in the entire Xianmeng Continent, there is probably only one Pixiu. If this Pixiu is dead, where will he find another one?

"Why, why!" Zhang Xiaofeng looked like a broken thirty-year-old woman. She sat on the scattered internal organs of the Pixiu regardless of everyone and the gentlemanly style, murmured, "Why did you kill my spirit beast!"

There is no reason, just because you and me have hatred, revenge, complaints, only the length of time, this is the reason why your monster dies!

If any of the seven small ones were torn in half by others at this moment, Zhou Liang would definitely be in great pain, but he would not be so disobedient. His heart was already frozen. What was frozen was not indifference or loneliness, but even more blazing flames!

"So, will you admit defeat?" Zhou Liang's body was covered with blood. The blood of the Pixiu was contaminated with him, but he felt a scorching feeling. He was really worthy of being a descendant of the ancient divine beast. Even if he declined, he was not comparable to ordinary monsters!

"Give this Pixiu to me!" Old Jubao stroked his white beard lightly and said with a chuckling.

No matter why, in the world of cultivation, the killing was decisive. This Pixiu was killed by my little ancestor, and it was Zhou Liang's spoil. With a wave of his hand, all the internal organs, blood, flesh and bones disappeared!

Zhang Xiaofeng, who was in a state of despair, suddenly screamed like crazy, "Give me back to me." The last spiritual power of his body was inspiring, and a fiery little man sat cross-legged on his head, and seemed to want to explode himself, but this was definitely not a big deal!

Everyone underestimated the degree of dependence on monsters by beast-controlling cultivators. When the natal monster dies, it is no less than cutting his flesh in his heart!

Zhou Liang took a step forward, strangled Zhang Xiaofeng's throat, and gently lifted the handsome beast-controlling monk like a chicken, "Self-exploding? Is it worth it?"

"A mere spiritual beast will make you explode!" Zhou Liang waved his hand and a pool appeared in front of everyone. Well, it smells so smelly!

Everyone couldn't help but take a step back. Zhou Liang let go with one hand, and Zhang Xiaofeng went directly into the septic tank. This is the place where the grains of Dabai and many spiritual beasts are reincarnated. Today, it is worth it to humiliate a Yuanying monk!

"In ancient times, gentlemen have two types of people, one is true and the other is false!" Zhou Liang smiled disdainfully and looked around, "Is this person true or false?"

Thump! Large balls of various feces fell on Zhang Xiaofeng. Dabai had just been discharged, and the steaming feces fell on it, making people almost unable to bear to watch!

"Soldiers can be killed, not humiliated!" Lei Jingshi was about to step forward, but was held tightly by Henghu. Lei Jingshi couldn't help but look at the eyes of the leader of Henghu!

What was contained in that look, the infinite green light that was indescribable. It seemed that someone was challenging his majesty, it seemed that someone was challenging his Beast Control Sect, the majesty of the world's No. 1 sect in the future, humiliating his disciples in front of thousands of monks!

It was like the cold wind in the Nine Netherworlds, and the sound of the hearts of the cold people spread throughout the hearts of every disciple, "Don't go forward, if Xiaofeng is so unbearable, it's okay to die!"

The steps of the Beast Control Sect's attempt to move forward were immediately stopped. The green bull above looked plain, just a Nascent Soul cultivator. No matter whether you are a genius or not, it has little to do with him. All he paid attention to was this cruel and ruthless little monk!

Buddhism is vast and monks are compassionate. This son’s Buddhist voice clearly has a great meaning, so it must be the authentic Buddhist sect, but why do they have the secret magic technique of the Demon Sect, and they can even master the magical power of the Heavenly Quechao chain!

"It must be strange!" Qingniu suppressed his doubts. Since this guy wants to become famous at this Tianjian Conference, it depends on whether you can walk out of this vast desert alive, with the crescendo of yellow sand!

The yellow feces slowly flowed into Zhang Xiaofeng's body along the seven orifices. His body was straight and motionless. His body was like a wooden stake, nailed to the field tightly!

"A true person will become a hero in the world when he is open-minded. When he is not at peace, he will be just casual and casual. Are you worthy of calling him a gentleman?"

The paper fan symbolizing the imperial way was then picked up by Zhou Liang and threw it into the sky. "In my opinion, you are a complete hypocrite!"

For hypocrites, what is the most terrible thing? It is not terrible for you to make him penniless, and it is not terrible for him torture his body. Only the torn face is the most terrible!

Zhang Xiaofeng's light red eyes slowly swept through the many monks present like a dead fish. He clearly saw a woman from the Black Veil Sect who was still screaming for him just now, covering her face with black cover and her eyes showed sympathy. What was the Black Veil hiding?

Zeng Qiying, the next target in his heart, stopped for less than a moment on Zeng Qiying's face. What kind of expression was that eyes, dull!

For Zeng Qiying, the dull expression seemed to be inferior to the two men in front of her, even the two flies flying beside her!

Mi Xue's eyes showed a little ridicule. She was always straightforward. Even if she had scheming, she would have to hide it in her heart. This person looked so annoying, and it was even more disgusting than this little monk. It was just right for her to bite a dog!

If Zhou Liang knew that Michelle was thinking this way, she would definitely spit out a mouthful of blood. The dog bites the dog, and you can think of it!

Qinglin had already ended the battle, and with the three girls, his expression was a bit complicated. Zhang Xiaofeng, Qinglin had seen this, pharmacist, Mo Junyi, and Hainu had never seen it. He was a genius monk back then, and Zhou Liang was just a little shrimp!

There was no big intersection between the two, but Zhang Xiaofeng did not look at Zhou Liang with a plain attitude, but leisurely put away his hypocritical face and fueled the fire. He had done a lot!

The heart is ashamed, it is really ashamed. What else can you tell the true face of a hypocrite and break his mind? Zhou Liang's bare hands not only tore the life of the Pixiu, but also tore everything Zhang Xiaofeng wants to hide!

"I admit defeat!" A weak and almost inaudible voice came from his mouth. He opened his lips lightly, and the yellow feces slowly penetrated into his mouth. It turned out that the feces smelled like this?
Chapter completed!