C542 Slave

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft …

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft …

A clear piercing sound could be heard, causing some of the king level cultivators to narrow their eyes and fall into a daze.

Slowly lowering their heads, they saw a pair of sharp, withered claws pierce out from their chests. Within those claws, there was a crimson heart.

"This is …" My heart? "

Almost all the cultivators with their chests pierced had this thought flashing through their minds. Soon after, their auras were cut off and they died.

"Who are you people?" A king level cultivator had noticed.

He could not help but be shocked!

Following that person's startled shout, the other king level entities also recovered from their previous focus.

Sou sou sou …

Sou sou sou …

All of the king level cultivators quickly dodged to the side.

And in their line of sight, they saw hundreds and thousands of strange creatures that looked like desiccated corpses looking at them with pairs of eyes that were as red as blood. They had a sense of bloodlust, and behind these strange creatures were the people from Sand Tiger.

"It's Baptists, one of the leaders of Sand Tiger."

"Lord Baptiste, what are you doing?"

"Humph!" Sand Tiger, don't tell me you all want to become enemies with the cultivators of various families? "

All sorts of questions and criticisms sounded unceasingly.

However, when faced with these people, Baptists only laughed disdainfully and lightly waved his hand. "Kill them."

Sou sou sou …

Sou sou sou …

The zombie-like monsters all flew away.

On the other side.

Zongzheng Wanyou seemed to be in imminent danger, she could no longer care about it anymore, and directly activated Berserk.

"Whiz!"

His speed instantly doubled.

Sword Draw!

Swish

In but an instant, he had unleashed eight sword strikes in succession.

Kacha Kacha …

Kacha Kacha …

The sword qi was like frost, the ten thousand ice congealing, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. They all charged towards the ten Royal Cultivators that had besieged him.

"Everyone use your full strength! That kid's aura has increased by at least one fold!" The Feather Clan Feather Emperor with red wings shouted.

Actually, even if he didn't shout it out, the others would still be able to sense it.

Immediately, when the ten of them took action, all of them revolved their Genuine Essence to the extreme, and crazily blasted them away.

All kinds of energy shot out and struck the Cold Ice Sword Qi.

Rumble …

Rumble …

The ice shattered and the energy was sent flying in all directions.

Zhan Tianming didn't waste any time as he activated the Nine Changes of Divine Form and directly rushed in Zongzheng Wanyou's direction.

That speed was simply too fast!

Before the ten Royal Cultivators surrounding him could react, Zhan Tianming's figure had already charged to the other side of the circle of battle.

The nine Royal Cultivators who were besieging Zongzheng Wanyou were also stunned.

Without any hesitation, the nine of them immediately attacked Zhan Tianming together.

"Humph!" Zhan Tianming snorted.

The sword shot out like the wind.

Swish

In the blink of an eye, he had already slashed out seven times.

The terrifying might directly crushed all of the attacks released by the nine people, then with the remainder of the force, he rushed towards his opponent, forcing the nine people to release another wave of attacks, only then did they dispel Zhan Tianming's attacks.

At this time, Zhan Tianming had already rushed to Zongzheng Wanyou's side.

"Wanyou, are you alright?" Zhan Tianming asked with concern.

Zongzheng Wanyou's face was pale white, but fortunately, other than cutting her own palm, she did not sustain any other injuries.

At this moment, the other ten Emperor level experts also rushed over.

Nineteen people surrounded Zhan Tianming and Zongzheng Wanyou.

"Humph, Human Boy, hand over the Mottled Mystical Crystal and I'll give you a way out." An expert of Beast Clan said with a deep voice.

Although the others didn't say anything, their intentions were clear as well.

Zhan Tianming on the other hand, sneered, and swept his gaze across the Feather Cultivator with his red wings intentionally, and said: "You want the Mottled Mystical Crystal? That will depend on your abilities, but if I were you, I'd better think of a way to deal with the enemies over there. "

"Ah, ah, ah …"

Just as Zhan Tianming's voice fell, a scream came from afar, causing the nineteen Royal Cultivators to freeze.

Ye Zichen swept his gaze over the crowd. He saw that the king level cultivators were being brutally killed by some dried-out monsters.

In just a short span of time, all of the king level cultivators had died.

"Hmm? What are those? "

"Such powerful strength, none of them are inferior to me."

"Eh, aren't those people from there Sand Tiger?"

"That's right, it's the people from Sand Tiger. The one leading them is called Baptists, and he's one of the leaders of Sand Tiger. Why are they there?"

"Damn it, those monsters seem to be controlled by Sand Tiger."

In the entire space, other than Zhan Tianming, Zongzheng Wanyou, and the nineteen Royal Cultivators, only those hundreds of monsters and people with Sand Tiger remained.

As for those monsters, they had all turned their bright red eyes towards Zhan Tianming and the others.

"Damn, all of them are at the Spirit Emperor level!"

"No, that's not right. There's even a Ghost sect!" Could it be that Ghosts and the Ghosts have joined hands? "

"Don't you all stay there and speak sarcastically, our Ghosts still hasn't taken a fancy to a small set of Sand Tiger. If we are to join hands, it would be more or less the same as the entire Ghosts, and furthermore, wouldn't I be with you all now as well? Also, other than the appearance of our Ghosts and corpse type monsters, the ones used on those monsters are not pure Nether Ghost Qi s. "

An Emperor Realm expert of the Ghosts stared fixedly at the monsters in the distance.

"So, I can guarantee that this has nothing to do with our Ghosts."

In the distance, Baptiste suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha …"

This is only the first batch of Beast Slave, and they already possess such powerful strength. It looks like the era where my Sand Tiger occupy the entire Dead Desert is about to arrive. Everyone, you will become the first batch of Trial stones for my Sand Tiger to unite.

Baptists was very satisfied with the strength of the Beast Slave.

He was not worried that Zhan Tianming and the rest would be able to escape.

After all, the Beast Slave he was controlling numbered in the hundreds. Furthermore, there were even more Beast Slave being born in the Golden Sand River.

If there was someone who managed to escape the encirclement of hundreds of Beast Slave with royal or even clan level strength, how could they still talk about conquering the entire Dead Desert?

Zhan Tianming and the others who heard Baptists' words all frowned.

"Baptiste, the Dead Desert is controlled by that lord. Could it be that your Sand Tiger still wants to target that lord?" A Beast King asked in a deep voice.

Baptiste, however, only smiled playfully, and then waved his hand again.

"Kill them!"