The avatar was Zhongyuan's human dao avatar.
His main cultivation method was the human dao of the Nine Nine Paths.
It had evolved from the human dao of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. It focused on cultivating a person's essence, qi, and spirit.
The essence, qi, and spirit also reflected a living person's state.
None of the three could be missing.
Zhongyuan was half a step away from reaching Stage Six of the Divine Realm.
He was not in a hurry to kill the farmer and the others. He wanted to kill the Heavenly Dragon Sect's disciples bit by bit, instilling fear and despair in the elders. He wanted them to watch helplessly.
Zhongyuan grinned and pressed his palm toward the Azure Mountain Tribe's camp.
The human dao avatar behind him moved at the same time.
Rumble!
A huge palm stirred the clouds and thunder rumbled. It was as if the sky was falling. The palm burned the air and slammed down.
This palm was very different from Brother Ming's. Although it was aggressive, it was not as silent as the palm. Patriarch Xi Qi and the others immediately knew that the first palm was not from Zhongyuan!
However, they did not have time to think. Their figures flashed as they rushed to stop the destructive palm.
However, how could they be faster than Zhongyuan?
Rumble!
The huge palm landed on the Azure Mountain Tribe's camp. The mountain gate and the disciples were reduced to ruins.
Another huge palm print was imprinted on the ground.
Zhongyuan grinned and took another step forward. He arrived at the Golden Mountain Tribe's camp in an instant. At the same time, he stomped his foot down.
The human dao avatar behind him also lifted its huge foot and stomped down mercilessly!
The farmer's eyes widened when he saw this. His internal organs were bleeding profusely.
'No!
I can't wait any longer. I have to inform Zhang Xing immediately! '
He knew that since these people dared to come, they must not be afraid of dragons. Although he could not see their cultivation bases, Zhongyuan was very respectful in front of them.
In that case, the identities of these people were obvious.
The farmer did not want to inform Zhang Xing because he was afraid that he would not be a match for these people.
However, the entire sect was about to be destroyed. As a vice sect leader, he had to inform Zhang Xing.
Even if Zhang Xing was no match for them, he would still have a chance to escape.
The Sky Dragon Sect would not be destroyed for the time being.
With a crack, the farmer crushed the jade talisman in his hand!
At the same time, Zhang Xing had just picked up his teacup and was about to leave after finishing the tea.
But at this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and the teacup he was holding fell directly onto the table.
"Sect Master Shen, I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first!"
With that, the figure disappeared from the spot. Shen Baiyi, the Sect Leader of the Mystical Mountain Sect, was stunned in his seat. He held his teacup and fell into deep thought!
When Zhang Xing's figure appeared in the western region of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, he was enraged by the scene before him.
Two of the sect's mountain peaks had been shifted to flat ground, and the two striking palm prints seemed to be mocking him!
It was as if they were saying that the Sky Dragon Sect was only strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and that their disciples were a bunch of trash!
But now that the Jinshan tribe was in danger, he didn't have time to figure out who these people were.
"First Saint, stop him!"
A dark blue shadow instantly flew out of the dragon island and crashed into the human dao avatar of Zhongyuan Zhen.
"Crash!"
Just as the giant foot was about to step on the head of the Jinshan tribe, a blue shadow flashed past the foot.
The giant foot was instantly smashed into pieces.
The blue shadow didn't stop, shuttling back and forth on Zhongyuan Zhen's human dao avatar.
"Rumble!
Crash! "
Zhongyuan Zhen's expression changed, and he punched at First Saint's figure.
The avatar raised its huge fist at the same time, but First Saint's figure kept flashing, and several punches hit nothing but air.
At this time, Zhongyuan Zhen's avatar below the waist had been completely shattered, turning into clouds of erratic mist.
"Withdraw!"
Seeing that the avatar was useless against First Saint, Zhongyuan Zhen immediately withdrew it into his body.
"Zhang Xing, are you finally willing to show yourself?"
"Has the Hidden Mountain Cult officially declared war on the Sky Dragon Sect?"
Zhang Xing knew that the person in front of him was the Vice Leader of the Hidden Mountain Cult from his appearance and techniques. Three years was enough for him to understand the enemy.
"Declared war?
Zhang Xing, you're not qualified, you're not worthy!
You're just an ant in the eyes of the Hidden Mountain Cult, and we've never seen you as an equal opponent! "
Zhongyuan Zhen sneered.
"Since that's the case, then let's fight!
I now declare that the Hidden Mountain Cult will be the main target of the Sky Dragon Sect from now on.
You, Zhongyuan Zhen, will be the first Hidden Mountain Cult member to die under the dragon's claws. "
Zhang Xing pointed at Zhongyuan Zhen, and a group of blue shadows pounced over.
He was half a step into the sixth tier of the Divine Realm, and was quite powerful. First Saint could only fight him to a draw.
But First Saint still had more than 90 brothers!
"Rumble!"
More than 90 Holy Dragons attacked the Epicenter Plains.
Zhongyuan Zhen wanted to open his mouth and say something sarcastic, but he was beaten back into his stomach by the dragons' attacks.
Moreover, he was beaten back again and again, and had no power to fight back at all.
Zhongyuan Zhen was terrified. If it was just one or two dragons, he had the confidence to deal with them for a while, but more than 90 dragons made his scalp tingle. How could he have the courage to continue fighting?
But he couldn't break through the dragons' encirclement. He was surrounded by the dragons, and they hit him with their tails and claws like a sandbag.
"Senior Brother Ming …"
Zhongyuan Zhen was in danger and had no choice but to ask for help.
"Stop!"
Brother Ming didn't want to help at first. He looked at the 90 holy dragons with greed in his eyes.
His saliva was dripping out of his mouth.
But when he heard Brother Ming call him Senior Brother Ming, he woke up from his fantasy.
But his words were like air. Zhang Xing ignored him, and the dragons didn't care either.
"Boom!"
"Pfft!"
Zhongyuan Zhen was sent flying by a holy dragon's claw. His internal organs felt like they were struck by lightning, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Crack!"
Zhongyuan Zhen only spat out half of his blood when his leg was broken by a holy dragon's claw.
"Rip!"
A piece of flesh was scratched off his back.
"Bang!"
His chest was hit by a dragon's tail …
The dragon's claws and tails hit Zhongyuan Zhen's body like raindrops. There was no part of his body that was intact.
He was already on the verge of death and was unconscious.
"How dare you …"
Seeing this scene, Brother Ming was really angry. No one listened to what he said, and he immediately felt ashamed.
Although he didn't care about Zhongyuan Zhen's life, he couldn't be killed in front of him!
But just as he finished speaking, a dragon's claw crushed Zhongyuan Zhen's head!
Another dragon's claw crushed his waist, which was equivalent to breaking his waist in half.
But the dragons didn't stop, and a few more dragon's claws crushed other parts of his body.
Along with the broken bones and minced meat, a storage bag and a pink crystal ball fell from the sky.
"Sect Leader Zhang, Hua Rong's soul is in the crystal ball …"
The farmer's trembling voice came from afar.
Zhang Xing waved his hand, and the crystal ball and storage bag flew into his hand.
Inside the crystal ball, there was a soul that was about three inches in size sealed within.
Zhang Xing frowned. He only left for a while, and Hua Rong was killed by Zhongyuan Zhen!