Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1218

"Han, get out of here!" Zhao Mingguang swaggered into Han Yu's palace.

This year, his cultivation base has advanced by leaps and bounds, and by this time he has already reached the seventh layer of King Wu. Although it was one level lower than Han Yu a year ago, Zhao Mingguang couldn't wait to show off in front of Han Yu.

He thought that Han Yu had been trapped here for a year, unable to practice, and his cultivation level had been standing still.

Han Yu does not make progress, and his huge progress is his proud capital, with the confidence to show off and bury Han Yu.

Zhao Mingguang walked through the corridor, and every step he stepped on would make the palace tremble, and the strength of King Wu Qizhong was undoubtedly revealed.

"Han, did you dare not come out to see me? I remember you were not very arrogant before, how come you have become a coward now!" Zhao Mingguang looked around and looked for Han Yu's whereabouts, but he kept talking. The irony.

This palace is very big, Zhao Mingguang did not find Han Yu in the front hall and entered the back hall decisively. The moment he stepped into the apse, a powerful energy fluctuation caught his attention.

"It's a strong energy fluctuation." Zhao Mingguang frowned slightly, and walked in the air, slowly sneaking towards the energy fluctuation place. He soon arrived outside Han Yu's room.

"It's the energy coming from Han Yu's room. This kid is cultivating?" Zhao Mingguang's eyes rolled, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a cruel sneer, and he lifted his foot and kicked on the door of the room.

When cultivating, one should avoid interruption. If you are not careful, you may get into trouble. Zhao Mingguang's move is uneasy and kind.

The door was kicked open, Zhao Mingguang walked in.

Han Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, his breath rising and falling, his body was constantly steaming black gas outward.

When the aura is strong to a certain level, Zhao Mingguang feels more pressured and can't get close to Han Yu; when the black aura is strong, the magic is intriguing.

"What kind of mentality does this person cultivate? How can he have such a powerful demon nature? Is he an outsider from evil spirits?" Zhao Mingguang was a little surprised, and would not dare to approach Han Yu for a while.

He sensed Han Yu's breath, and suddenly his heart trembled.

"Unexpectedly, this evil thief has reached the peak of the Martial King, and he is hitting the level of the Martial King realm. This cultivation speed is too shocking, right?"

The breath that ordinary people break through is bound to be extremely strong. But at this time, Han Yu encountered a special situation, and his aura began to be restrained. If he didn't feel it carefully, it would be difficult to find that he is now an ordinary cultivation and is still hitting the level.

"None of my Zhao Family's ten outstanding people has entered the realm of Emperor Wu, he has already reached this point. How can there be such a powerful person in this world?"

Zhao Mingguang was frightened, at this moment, he was truly impressed by Han Yu's ability.

"No, if he is allowed to break through, how many other younger generations will be his opponents? It will be even more difficult for me to kill him!"

Zhao Mingguang's thoughts turned, and he suddenly had a poisonous plan.

"Han Yu ah Han Yu, you met Zhao Mingguang in this life, and it was destined to be a tragedy!" Zhao Mingguang raised his palm, his body vigorous, rushed to his right hand, raised his palm, and patted Han Yu with one palm.

At this moment, as long as Han Yu is disturbed a little, Han Yu may fall into an unforgettable place. Zhao Mingguang is very cruel and directly displays the mysterious powers of the intermediate rank, without giving Han Yu the slightest chance.

Zhao Mingguang didn't want to attract the attention of outside masters, and only exerted 10% of his power, but this result was scary enough.

The energy palm prints heavily on Han Yu's chest, slapped Han Yu out and smashed through the palace wall.

"puff!"

Han Yu vomited blood violently, blood stained the sky.

"Buzzing..."

Han Yu's body suddenly resembled a windsock, rushing out of the terrifying air current, and suddenly forming a terrifying whirlwind around his body.

Han Yu's body was lifted upright by the whirlwind, and began to rotate with the whirlwind.

"Hmph, let you be a cultivating genius, a peerless Tianjiao, now you are not dead!" Zhao Mingguang smiled triumphantly and turned around to leave.

"Hahaha..."

At this moment, a arrogant sound of laughter came from behind. The sound was so loud that the palace wall began to split and Zhao Mingguang's head was about to split.

Zhao Mingguang hurriedly covered his ears and looked back, suddenly dumbfounded.

I saw Han Yu in the whirlwind, already standing up, countless black energy, like a giant python, revolving around him, the devilish energy is overwhelming, the fierce energy is crippling.

"you……"

Zhao Mingguang was so scared that he turned back and walked backwards. At this time, Han Yu looked so terrible, he seemed to have changed.

His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were like black holes, with black air lingering in them, and neither whites nor pupils could be seen.

"Sneak attack, die!"

Han Yu's detective hand grabbed Zhao Mingguang's body and flew towards Han Yu involuntarily. No matter what method he used, he couldn't break free from the invisible imprisonment. He wanted to use magical powers and found that his vitality was imprisoned and unable to be used.

"Come and save me!" Zhao Mingguang shouted.

The master outside, who had been alarmed, rushed in.

"Boom boom boom..."

The surrounding palace walls were all blown up, and the entire palace was destroyed soon, and three people surrounded Han Yu. Two martial emperors one heavy, one martial emperor double master.

After Gong Chaoyang left, the people sent by the Zhao family to monitor Han Yu were all downgraded.

The three of them were shocked when they saw Han Yu, who was hovering in the air with black air. Han Yu at this moment looked like a heinous demon.

Zhao Mingguang was pinched by his neck, just like an ordinary person with no hands.

"Han Yu, don't be foolish, let him go!" The second man of Emperor Wu hurriedly stopped.

"Let him go, hahaha..." Han Yu raised his head and laughed wildly.

"This is the nourishment for the little baby in my body, it would be a shame to let it go!" Han Yu said to himself, with a fierce expression in his eyes.

"laugh!"

He raised his left hand and lightly patted Zhao Mingguang's head. Zhao Mingguang's head was shattered, and a burst of blood rushed out of it, which was swallowed by Han Yu.

The orange dragon in his body became even more excited after swallowing Zhao Mingguang's blood origin qi.

"Huh?" The three of the Zhao family were so scared that their hairs stood upright. This is too cruel and bloody, right?

"Back to you!"

Han Yu casually threw it away, and Zhao Mingguang's headless corpse flew towards the master of Wuhuang Second Layer.

"Everyone in the Zhao family is descended from Emperor Wu, and they all have the blood of Emperor Wu, and they can all contribute to the resurrection of my little baby. Tsk tusk tusk, it is the nourishing garden that God gave me deliberately!" Han Yu looked towards San Man, a cruel smile appeared on his face.