If everyone was still thinking just now, what special magical power did Chief Zhen use to subdue the Golden Pill Cultivator with one move.

When everyone sees Zheng Zhen slapping a long-standing Nascent Soul Stage to death, it is definitely not a problem of magical powers.

The children of the immortal sects below were already exclaiming, and Ying Qiangu also looked at him with a look of at a loss.

I just thought that if Zhen Hetu won, that would be great.

Unexpectedly, I actually won.

"Junior Sister Qiangu, Junior Sister Xiaolian."

Ying Qiangu still couldn't figure out the situation, so he heard the senior sister next to her suddenly call her. She looked over and saw many senior sisters looking at her. One of them asked:

"The head of the sect has something to ask you."

Ying Qiangu thought about it for a moment and knew why he wanted to find himself and Xiaolian, so he must have asked Zhen Hetu about it.

Ying Qiangu and Xiaolian quickly followed their senior sisters and walked to the front. When they saw the Qinglian Palace Master frowning at this time, they asked:

"You and Master Zhen are in the same house. Do you know that Master Zhen's cultivation is manifested on weekdays?"

Zhen Hetu’s performance? Ying Qiangu recalled it and said honestly:

"There is nothing special about Mr. Zhen on weekdays.

If he says something special, he practices meditation and never sits all day, just like..."

Ying Qiangu hesitated for a moment and said:

"It seems he can do it."

If Ying Qiangu said this before, everyone might just laugh it off, can the magical powers of the Tiangong Sect be able to do it?

But now, the female cultivators in Jinglian Palace have a bit of wonderful expressions.

Master Zhen, maybe he really does.

While they were talking here, three more people walked out of the monks of the Heavenly Palace on the high platform.

The three of them looked similar in age last year, both in their forties and fifties, but in Hetu's eyes, they were all in their forties and fifties.

Moreover, all three of them were in the realm of the God Transformation Stage.

Unlike the one who had just reached the level of the God Transformation Stage, who was called Songsi Zhenren, the three of them were all in the level of the God Transformation Stage of the God Transformation Stage.

This time, the three of them didn't have to talk to themselves. Just walking out, some monks in the audience had already recognized them.

I heard a monk shouting from the evil demon heretics:

"Aren't that the three elders of heretics?!"

"What are the three heretics?"

When I heard that someone didn't know the three elders of heretics and the cultivators from the evil demons and heretics, I felt a wave of contempt.

When Xian'er saw the three people leaving the line, her face changed. He Tu just showed his courage and directly killed the real person Songsi with bricks. But at this time there were three people opposite, and the real power of these three people was not the ability to fight alone.

I heard Xian'er shouting under the high platform:

"Zhen Hetu! Don't be careless! These three people are the most proficient in heretics, good at evil magic and formations, and they must not form formations against them!"

The river map bowed and said it was a thank you.

The three of them walked out, and the one on the left touched the mustache. The man in the middle had a fair face and even his eyebrows were shaved. The man on the right had black hair and beard all over his face, looking like a monkey.

Judging from the appearance alone, these three people are already very distinctive.

I heard the fair-looking man in the middle bow to the river map and said:

"It's so good that Master Zhen knows, my name is..."

"Wait." Hetu raised his hand and said with a smile:

"You don't need to introduce yourself. You three will come directly. I'll save my brain and remember your names. Just know that you are the three heretics."

The man in the middle didn't care much when he heard Hetu say this. He laughed. The man on the left also touched his beard. The monk on the right had an angry expression on his face, just like Zhang Fei:

"Wow!"

He shouted like this and rushed towards the river map.

Hetu didn't move. When the man rushed forward, he raised his foot and kicked the man in the heart.

He Tu kicked the man with one kick, but he felt that he didn't kick the man, but instead kicked him on a ball of plasticine.

I saw the bearded man's whole body softened like soft mud, and it kept wrapping the foot that Hetu kicked out.

Someone immediately shouted out:

"What kind of spell is this? Why have you never seen it before?!"

"This is the evil magic of heretics. It is very different from ordinary magic. It is extremely dangerous. Master Zhen is dangerous..."

The man was not exaggerating, because after Master Zhen kicked the man, he really couldn't pull out his legs.

The monk with a beard quickly disappeared from human form, and he was like mud, wrapping his legs around the waist of Hetu.

The real person Ajiu in the audience was a little anxious, and looked at Xian'er beside him and asked:

"Little demon girl, what evil magic do these three old demons use? Can you tell me? Just tell me quickly."

Xian'er glared at the real person Jiajiu and said dissatisfiedly:

"How do I know what kind of evil magic it is? I just heard of the names of the three heretics. They have not appeared for more than a hundred years, but they did not expect to be in this heavenly palace."

When the Jiajiu Zhenren heard Xian'er say this, he looked up at the old man Demon Heart. The old man Demon Heart snorted, but still said:

"This is the body of flesh. Every month I cut a piece of my own flesh and then use the techniques of heretics to repair the body. Over time, I will refine these pieces of flesh into a body.

Although you have to endure extraordinary pain, the clones you train have almost no weaknesses, changes in all shapes, and the level of cultivation is almost the same as that of yourself.

It would never be possible to refine such a clone without more than fifty years."

The old man Demon Heart did not lower his voice, even the river map above could be heard.

The major immortal gates next to them can naturally hear them.

Unexpectedly, this bearded man actually used such a cruel method to refine his clone. In this way, aren’t they just four god-transforming cultivators?

Where is the original body?

Everyone was still confused, but they saw that the remaining two elders of the three elders had already begun to draw formations around the river map and did not take the risk of attacking the river map rashly.

Every time they draw, they place treasures on one place to strengthen it. Soon, they painted the formation.

When the two walked to two array eyes, they saw another man walking out of the monks in the Heavenly Palace. They were the monks with hair and beards on the face that were angrily attacking Hetu.

But this monk didn't have a look of anger at all, but he looked cautious and walked to the third formation eye.

The three of them pinched the seal technique at the same time, and when they saw the formation being activated by the three of them, they immediately started.

From the formation, several golden lights pointed directly at the River Map. After the golden light touched the River Map, it automatically roamed like a rope, trapping the River Map in the middle in circles.

It was a clone and a formation, and after doing double insurance.

The three foreigners were relieved at this moment. The fair-looking monk looked at the trapped Zhen Hetu without any panic. He even raised his head and looked at the heavenly being meditated in the sky and shouted:

"Heaven, how long will it take for you to set up your formation?"

The fair-looking monk changed his face and shouted to the two people beside him:

"Not good! This guy still has enough energy! Continue to set up the formation!"

The other two nodded and soon started drawing again.

But before they could draw for a long time, they heard Zhen Hetu in the formation say:

"Stop laying it out. Even if you set up a hundred such arrays, you can't even trap your fingers."

After Hetu said that, the three elders looked at each other, ignored him, and continued to set up formations.

But Hetu stretched out his hand, and purple lightning flashed by on his hand, and then touched the thing tied to his waist, not meat or mud.

The ball quickly twisted and began to shrink.

When the monkey monk with hair on his face saw that the situation was not good, he immediately made a decision and pinched the seal with his hand and shouted:

"Tang!"

But after he shouted, nothing happened. Instead, he saw Zhen Hetu and touched the hand that shone with purple lightning light again.

It was like dyed with pigments, the original golden light suddenly turned into purple light, and it also had an electric arc.

The three people standing at the eye of the formation retreated quickly, but a flying brick came. The three people quickly gathered together, pinched the seal technique in their hands, and a spiritual barrier suddenly unfolded.

But the flying brick directly shattered the spiritual barrier, and then a brick was given to a man's forehead.

The three of them were photographed flying out like the previous real person Songsi, and landed under the platform, leaving no movement.

Only Hetu stood on the high platform and walked step by step to the center, looking at the monks of the Heavenly Palace in front of him.

Several of the monks in the Heavenly Palace couldn't help but take a step back.

In this silent square, everyone heard the Sect Zhen whisper:

"You hundreds of people, let's go together."

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