As people, Zheng Yifan and Hang Qing are undoubtedly qualified and have a clear conscience. It can even be said that they have contributed more than anyone else to the development of the entire human race. But in front of their children, they are full of guilt. It was completely unqualified, so Zheng Yifan felt so guilty that he didn't even dare to look at Zheng Xian's face. Only Hang Qing was still looking at her son carefully. She wanted to see her son so much. She had seen him countless times. When they woke up from nightmares, they always had a blurry face. It wasn't until this year, when they got to know an immortal cultivator named Zheng Xian, that the blurry face in Hang Qing's heart really became clear. Hang Qing doesn¡¯t dare to expect Mr. Zheng¡¯s forgiveness. She just hopes to remember this face firmly. From now on, she will never forget it forever. This way she is satisfied. One of the three people bowed his head, and the two looked at each other. A very strange emotion was fermenting silently. At this moment, a sneer came from the surrounding walls. The circular space was still falling, and the wall with pimples embedded in it was already so high that it was almost invisible. There was a loud bang, and the entire prototype space trembled violently, like an elevator plummeting downwards and finally hitting the bottom. Zheng Yifan and Hang Qing were directly bounced up, but they were not thrown down hard, but slowly fell to the ground. Zheng Xian looked around and saw earthworm-like roots emerging from the surrounding walls, densely packed and intertwined. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Zheng Xian feels like he has crawled under a big tree with an extremely developed root system. The soil has almost disappeared, and all Zheng Xian can see is the thick tree roots. "This is a den of thieves!" Zheng Xian said calmly, ignoring the parents of the two. In other words, Zheng Xian really didn't know how to pay attention to them. Zheng Xian didn't want to show how angry he was. He didn't want to act like he had completely forgotten their betrayal and abandonment. Zheng Xian couldn't find a balance between the two, so Zheng Xian decided to express his current mood in the simplest way, that is Ignore. ???????????????????? At this time, a face full of acne popped up to rescue Zheng Xian. "A den of thieves? Of course you can say that. I don't care about this derogatory term. No, it's very useful to me. Now you finally know your own situation. Now I want to collapse your confidence little by little. What do you know? It¡¯s called the bereavement dog. It makes you know what fear is. Then, in front of you, it kills your parents bit by bit to make you understand how powerless and weak you are. In the end, you can choose to surrender to me and kneel before me. Of course, I will give you a death without hesitation. Do you know what I want to say? I just want you to know that your life and death are in my control and no one can control it." Zheng Xian dug. Ear, sneered: "The pimple-faced person I know never speaks first, so why is it that now she has become chattering like a woman full of resentments? Oh, I understand, I must have killed you several times, He beat you up and ran away several times, so you were filled with resentment and unwillingness, so you found an opportunity to come here to vent, tsk tsk, if this can make you feel better, don't say a few more words, because after another If you do, you will no longer have the ability to speak. I will tell you to shut up forever and cherish the time you can still speak." He laughed with his face full of acne, and Meng pulled out a sharp scream from the vines forming the wall. The root system made a sound of breaking through the air and whipped towards Zheng Xian. ??????? Zheng Xian didn¡¯t even dodge, he stretched out his hand to grab the root system. His face was full of acne and he was overjoyed, but at the same time, there was a glimmer of doubt in his heart. His root system could extract all the power. Mr. Zheng naturally knew it. Now that he knew it, why would he reach out to grab it? Are you seeking death? Of course it's impossible. Is it because my brain is flooded and I'm temporarily confused? Zheng Xian is not this kind of person. Does he have the ability to make a plan and not be afraid of him? This is even more impossible. He is convinced that no one will care about his root system at all. This is the power of Xi soil. How dare Mr. Zheng? Do you still want to use the power of Jianmu to restrain my Xi soil? If that were the case, that would be great! When such thoughts were lingering in his acne-covered mind, the whip had already hit Zheng Xian¡¯s palm. Zheng Xian grabbed the root system directly, and the root system formed by the power of the soil condensed into the soil suddenly gave birth to countless thorn buds, desperately piercing into the flesh of Zheng Xian's palm. As long as these thorn buds are connected with Zheng Xian's blood, Then Zheng Xian will be drained by Xirang in the blink of an eye. Xirang's power is not something Zheng Xian, a pill-forming monk, can resist. Even if Zheng Xian has an incomplete small world as a source of power, the speed at which the soil can instantly draw power far exceeds the power supply speed of the eighteen levels of hell in Zheng Xian's marsh mirror. In other words, Zheng Xian is like A small water pipe can draw powerful power from the soil.The power provided by the eighteen levels of hell in the marsh mirror is also very powerful. Unfortunately, Zheng Xian is too small and will be emptied by the soil. Therefore, even if the eighteen levels of hell are ten times more powerful, they still cannot change Zheng. The ending of being sucked to death first. "Your face is full of acne. You are thinking about how to deal with me. Don't you know that I have been thinking about how to deal with you when I meet you again? Xirang is indeed very powerful, but I can see that you still can't fully Controlling Xirang, I think there is something missing in the union between you and Xirang. This thing is something that you cannot make up for, and it is also fatal!" Zheng Xian said as lumps began to condense on his palms. of gold and iron, those roots were rooted in the steel, and immediately made a harsh clang of gold and iron. Those roots failed to penetrate Zheng Xian's palm. Instead, they were slightly bent one by one, but they still remained on Zheng Xian's palm. The next series of shocking and deep scratches. The man with acne said with a sneer: "It turns out that it relies on the power of the golden corpse. If you think this can be used as a bargaining chip to defeat me, you are totally wrong!" As the man with acne said, those roots suddenly began to rotate. , like a diamond, there is an unknown amount of gold and iron wrapped in the soil. The two are not enemies, but friends. The name "Earth" is made of metal and soil. Among the Jiuyao star cores, there is probably no such harmonious relationship between the two star cores such as the Xi soil and the golden corpse. With a ding sound, Zheng Xian¡¯s palm was penetrated by the breath like a drill bit. Ning, whose face was full of acne, said with a smile: "Drill it for me!" The roots were like arrows, piercing into Zheng Xian fiercely, and could pierce Zheng Xian through in an instant.