Liu Zhengyang rushed into many monks, knocking the strong men away as if the autumn wind swept through the fallen leaves.

So far, there are not a single person who can withstand his move, or even half of his move. As long as he meets, he will die and disappear. If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, who would believe that this is a battle between cultivators with all their strengths in the Dao Realm?

As more and more monks died in Liu Zhengyang's fist, the ground of Jueming Lake was gradually dyed red.

A faint smell of blood began to spread in the air.

"Sister Sister, you'd better not watch it?" Qi Tianfang stood in front of Xiao Duomi with tactfulness, not wanting Xiao Duomi to see such a bloody scene.

Even Zhong Qinglei recognized this and sighed: "It's a pity to let a child who has always been well protected see this kind of battle scene."

However, Xiao Duomie did not agree with their views.

Xiao Duomie disagreed and said, "I am also a monk, okay? How can you treat me as a baby?"

"Don't you think Liu Zhengyang is becoming more and more like a man in the devil's way?" Zhong Qinglei said: "I mean, the kind of demonic people who kill without blinking in the ordinary people. If the news today is spread, your sect leader's reputation in the cultivation world will definitely become worse."

Qi Tianfang, Xiao Duomi and others were shocked, and then they realized it later.

Yes, there are so many monks present. Even if Liu Zhengyang is so powerful that he can punch one, it is unlikely that he will all kill them. There will always be fish that miss the net.

Once a fish that escapes the net spreads the news today, not to mention how many people will covet the legacy of the demon monks in Liu Zhengyang’s hands, just the reputation of slaughtering monks will be spread, which will cause them great trouble and may even affect the business of the pills.

That's not a joke!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Tianfang and others rushed to the battlefield to intercept those who were trying to escape.

Zhong Qinglei thought about it, followed, and complained at the same time: "After meeting these people, why do I feel that my life is getting harder and harder? How long does it take to go through one arduous battle after another, and I always feel a little loss."

Of course, if he only knows whether he loses or not after using the five magical condensation pills for so many years.

Bang bang bang bang!

Liu Zhengyang easily killed all the hostile monks present as if he was hitting a scarecrow, but his breathing did not even become a little quicker. If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of blood on his body, no one would have believed that he had just experienced a big battle.

After killing all the monks, he stopped and smiled easily, "Thanks to your help, otherwise I would have to fight for a while. After successfully cultivating demons, my body became much stronger, but it was a bit difficult to control it, and it was easy to overuse it."

Judging from Liu Zhengyang's meaning, he seemed to be disgusting the excessive increase in strength, which caused him to be too fast.

It is not difficult to understand that when his weight remains stable, the increased strength can naturally make him run faster.

However, the excessive increase in power also weakened his control slightly, and he could easily rush over his head.

This brought great difficulty to him chasing other monks.

However, after hearing this, Qi Tianfang, Zhong Qinglei and others always felt like they had eaten dead flies.

Why do they feel that Liu Zhengyang is showing off?
Chapter completed!