The afterimage flashed, and Zhou Xuan had already appeared in front of the magician. The strong sneering look made the magician's heart suddenly jump, as if a beat was missing.

"The last immortal who caused my qi and blood, the grave grass is taller than you..." While speaking, Zhou Xuan had already reached out to the magical magician.

The magician instantly burst into tears. For some reason, when he saw Zhou Xuan's palm, he actually felt a terrifying oppression from the latter's palm!

It seems that it is the hand of the sky, the hand of death, the hand of life that has been explored from the underworld!

"'Zi'!" The magician called out the name of Feng Shui beast.

"Yu Yu---" The goat-shaped Feng Shui beast actually made a sound of a horse neighing. It turned into a strange fog and attacked, surpassing Zhou Xuan in an instant, and then reappeared from the fog to reappear from the shape of Feng Shui beasts, evolving the evil Feng Shui, and trying to suppress Zhou Xuan again!

A cold laugh ejaculated at the corner of Zhou Xuan's mouth, and a blazing golden light flashed in his eyes, as if the hot gold burned into liquid was slowly flowing.

At that moment, the image of a yellow dragon appeared in his dantian land, and the golden boy of the yellow dragon and his Taoist boy instantly overlapped...

"Roar—" Huang Long whispered, and the rumbling sound shook out from Zhou Xuan's soul, covering the face like a sound wave.

The rampant look on the face of the rogue sheep suddenly melted like spring snow, and the four eyes on their backs all showed a strong look of fear.

"Yu Yu... Yu..." It shivered, curled up while curling up, like a sinner facing the emperor. Ruirui was uneasy and frightened.

However, after two breaths, the slightest sound was accompanied by a "puff". With the shocked and confused expression of the demonic Taoist warlock, it collapsed into countless feng shui auras of evil spirits. No matter how the demonic Taoist warlock casts spells and calls, there was no reaction at all.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan, whose forehead was covered with blue veins and his blood was constantly swelling, suddenly flashed in front of it like a ghost...

"If this is what you call the precepts of the weak, then... I'll give it back to you."

Zhou Xuan's palm continued to scoop, and the magician used all his strength to try to avoid this grab. However, no matter how it escaped, Zhou Xuan's hand was constantly narrowing the distance from it.

Finally, the shadow of death accompanied Zhou Xuan's palm falling on its throat.

"You..." the witch warlock shouted in horror, "I said so much to you, don't you understand me?"

"You...will you let me go a way to live? I...I'll try to abandon the darkness and turn to the light and go back to the heavenly way?" The magician really didn't want to die. At this moment, it was cowardly and begged for mercy. As long as it could survive, it seemed that it was willing to do anything.

"I may understand that you, you were so humble and kneeling in front of the devil, right?" Zhou Xuan's eyes were cold, "Perhaps, when you regard the precepts of the weak as your creed, you were even more humble than you who wag your tail and beg for mercy now!"

"I...I'm not..." The devilish sorcerer begged repeatedly, "I..."

Zhou Xuan didn't hear him say anything more. He exerted a little force on his palm, and a wisp of energy pushed by, and the magician turned into ashes on the spot, and both body and spirit were destroyed.
Chapter completed!