"Fellow, you should save the slave from this Xuantian cage. That evil thief has already controlled three-fifths of the power of the Destiny Cult, and I am afraid that he will kill him soon."

Inside the cage, the white demon girl sighed.

"Demon girl, don't be afraid. With me here, no one in this world can **** you away. Come on, call me a good brother, and I will break this cage for you."

Yang Zheng said with a smile.

"Oh, you are an enemy! Good brother, save the slave! Good brother, if you don't save the slave, the slave will die!"

Bai Fanghua let out a coquettish cry, and her expression was charming and desolate, which I really felt pity for.

"Haha! Alright, white demon girl, let my good brother come to save you!"

Yang Zheng heard Bai Fanghua's coquettish cry, nodded in satisfaction, stepped forward, grabbed the Xuantian lock cage, and silently recited a word in his mouth, the Xuantian lock cage immediately disappeared!

The Xuantian lock cage is made of extremely extraordinary materials, and this kind of thing is the favorite of the Evil Emperor's Cave God's Armament Tower, and it was included in the Evil Emperor's Cave in the blink of an eye!

"what......"

Without the restraint of the cage, Bai Fanghua took a step, but then his body softened, and he was about to fall down. Yang Zheng laughed, stepped forward, opened his arms and embraced the demon girl of the Destiny Cult in his arms.

Nuan Yu and Wen Xiang fell into his arms, Yang Zheng immediately confronted Bai Fanghua that Zhu Chun was a relative, and the demon girl murmured, and was with Yang Zheng.

"Husband really is liked by women, Yuzhi is a little jealous."

Song Yuzhi said aside.

"Humph!"

Shan Wanjing snorted softly.

"Not a nice guy!"

Fu Junyu stared at Yang Zheng coldly. In her eyes, the man and woman hugging each other were a pair of dogs and men. This **** Yang Zheng is the most shameless person in the world! Just looking at Yang Zheng and Bai Fanghua hugging each other, in addition to the anger in Fu Junyu's heart, there was a trace of affection that even she could not understand. That trace of * affection was perfectly hidden in her anger, even her own did not notice.

"Protect the Holy Maiden!"

"Bold dog thief, even forcibly kissing the saint!"

"Okay, you thief, the Holy Maiden has been promised by the Holy Son to the descendant of the Heavenly Sword, let go of the Holy Maiden!"

At this time, a group of people suddenly rushed out. In addition to the female disciples in white, there were also ghost-faced swordsmen and ghost-faced swordsmen and axemen. The steel mace has a rather peculiar appearance and extremely fierce eyes.

"On the order of the Holy Son, protect the Holy Daughter! You, let go of the Holy Daughter quickly, otherwise don't blame the deity for being rude!"

The tall man in Chinese clothing stared at Yang Zheng.

"The Holy Son's order cannot be violated! If you dare to destroy the Holy Son's good deeds, you must die!"

"You kill yourself! The three women stay and give the Son to the servants!"

"The Son of God is the Son of Heaven, and it is a great blessing for you three women to be slaves to the Son!"

The white-clothed female disciple, the ghost-faced man spoke one by one, his tone and expression were extremely frenetic, as if he was a brainwashed puppet!

"Son of shit!"

Yang Zheng opened his mouth, his voice was like thunder, and it exploded!

As soon as his voice sounded, those noisy voices disappeared immediately, the female disciples in white glared at Yang Zheng angrily, and the ghost-faced assassins stared at Yang Zheng with ice-like eyes, as if they were going to eat people!

On the other hand, the tall man in fancy clothes raised his brows, narrowed his eyes and began to look at Yang Zheng.

"I not only kissed, I also touched, I also rou!"

In front of the disciples of the Destiny Sect, Yang Zheng gave a sinister smile, and placed both hands on Bai Fanghua's upturned tun. verb: move.

What kind of shit, Holy Son, with top-notch brainwashing skills, these idiots of the Destiny Religion have all become puppet-like things, opening their mouths and shutting their mouths are Holy Sons and Holy Sons!

Or what to say to let this son commit suicide and send this son's woman to that son of a bitch!

Hearing it in my ears, it's so hot!

Holy Son, your spicy next door!

"A bunch of idiots!"

Yang Zheng scolded again, he really couldn't do it without scolding, these idiots probably thought that the holy son of **** was invincible in the world.

"Since Lao Tzu and Yang Zheng debuted, I have never been afraid of anyone, even Pang Ban would not dare to say that Lao Tzu would kill himself, that **** sage is a piece of shit! Lao Tzu is waiting here now, let your **** sage come, Lao Tzu Cut him with a knife!"

Yang Zheng sneered, hugged Bai Fanghua, let the demon girl step on his instep, and had a personal warm-up with the demon girl!

"You...Evil Emperor Yang Zheng! Humph! Blaspheming my Destiny Cult saint is unforgivable! Evil Emperor, don't think that you are invincible if you can tie with Pang Ban. I admit that you are very invincible. You have talent, but compared with the Holy Son, your talent is nothing. Your vision can never reach the height of the Holy Son. I advise you to put down the Holy Daughter, and then take the initiative to surrender to the Holy Son and give the Holy Son As a subordinate, dedicate your beautiful wives and concubines to the Holy Son, and the Holy Son will give you a great fortune!"

At this time, the man in Chinese clothes opened his mouth.

"What kind of egg are you? Zhen, will you be a subordinate to the holy son of shit? Your head was kicked by a donkey!"

Yang Zheng's eyes turned cold and fell on the face of the man in Chinese clothing. At this moment, his heart had already moved to kill!

These Destiny Religion believers have been brainwashed so badly that there is no cure. Keeping them is a scourge to the world, so it is better to kill them directly!

"The deity's destiny teaches the four guardians of the night owl and sheep! The Son of Demon leads the way and cultivates the innate! I believe that it won't take long for the deity to be promoted to the grand master, and then shatter the void!"

This handsome man turned out to be Ye Xiao Yang Ling, one of the four masters of the Destiny Cult. At this moment, his expression is quite fanatical, and his eyes are full of light, as if the void has been shattered.

"Unfortunately, you have no chance! You are already dead!"

Yang Zheng moved!

The figure disappeared from the place, and the next moment appeared above the head of Ye Xiaoyangling, and the next moment, Ye Xiaoyangling didn't even have a chance to resist, only a cold light flashed, and a head fell to the ground!

Spike!

Ye Xiao Yang Ling, who was in the innate realm, was instantly killed by Yang Zheng!

At this moment, Yang Zheng caught the knife with one hand and held Bai Fanghua with the other. Hengdao immediately stood in front of Ye Xiao's body, and his icy gaze swept over the fanatics of the Destiny Cult.

"The holy son in your mouth, in my eyes, used to be shit, but now, it's not even as good as shit!"

Not even shit!

This sound directly penetrated into the minds of these fanatics. At this moment, all of them recalled Yang Zheng's thunderous voice! In almost three breaths, one by one went mad!

"impossible!"

"The Holy Son is invincible! The Holy Son is the Son of Destiny! Lord Ye Xiao was given longevity by the Holy Son! Lord Ye Xiao can't be killed!"

"Illusion! Everything is an illusion!"

"Fake! It's all fake!"

Crazy, these guys are really crazy, one by one, their beliefs are broken, and they are screaming!

"I will enter the Destiny Sect and kill the holy son who is inferior to shit!"

Yang Zheng sneered and took another fatal blow!

"puff!"

Those fanatics, without him beheading them, just sprayed blood and fell to the ground with a bang, and they all abandoned their martial arts and became rubbish!

(Six more today!) ..