Martial Inverse

The scene of this holy son's strength and invincibility moved the ancient cultivators who paid attention to the changes here, and their hearts were slightly moved.

They felt the surging coercion from the Holy Son, and they felt the urge to kneel and lick.

But this situation didn't last long. The powerful holy son suddenly seemed to be suffering from epilepsy, and his whole body twitched.

"Why, what's going on?"

This holy son was handsome for only three seconds, and panic appeared in his eyes. When he raised his head, he found that Feng Hao had arrived in front of him at some point.

Feng Hao stretched out his hand and caught a flash of lightning. The lightning changed various shapes at will in his hand, cheering like a baby held in the palm of his parents.

The corner of Saint Son's mouth twitched.

"You want to kill me to stand up?" Feng Hao said indifferently.

Gudong!

Shengzi swallowed his saliva, and suddenly realized that...he was completely wrong, and the strength of eight levels was obviously not enough in front of Feng Hao.

Think about it, too, such a powerful little beast, slaughtering the Holy Son is no different from killing chickens and sheep, how could it follow a weak chicken.

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding..."

Shengzi's back was soaked with sweat, his hair was scorched by lightning, and he had a flattering expression on his face: "It was all instigated by people from the Duanmu family. I, Shengzi, have deeply realized my mistakes. leave……"

"..."

The performance of the Holy Son surprised the cultivators of the ancient Cultivation Clan who paid attention to the changes here, and their integrity dropped.

This holy son was still very powerful before, and he boasted that he was going to kill Feng Hao with his subordinates, but who knows how long it took, he was almost shot to death himself.

Feng Hao looked at Sheng Zi with contempt, shook his head and said, "Why bother? You know that I won't be soft-hearted..."

Shengzi's body trembled violently, his face was pale, and he said, "I slap myself twice, how about it? It's my mouth that said something I shouldn't have said..."

Snapped! Snapped!

The Holy Son slapped himself twice very consciously, and the flattery on his face became more intense.

at the same time,

His body's injuries were finally recovered, and the long-lost pleasure emerged in his heart, which made him moan uncontrollably.

"The holy son behind the Duanmu family is really shameful!"

"Bah! I thought it was too much, but I didn't expect it to be just a fox pretending to be a tiger, and the God Realm is nothing more than that. With the resources of the earth, we may not be able to reach their height..."

"That's right, the God Realm's meddling in the affairs of the earth is obviously for a great opportunity. If the opportunity is grasped by us, the God Realm will be nothing more than that."

In the eyes of many ancient monks, blazing light burst out,

After hearing the words of the ancient cultivator, the Holy Son of the God Realm couldn't help but get hot. There is no one who can get along with the Holy Son of the God Realm.

But... who doesn't cherish their own lives? If he suppressed Feng Hao and was slapped to death by the little ball, he would still have a good reputation. After his death, maybe the Holy King would revive him and give him a title.

But if he was killed by Feng Hao, let alone posthumously sealed, there might not even be a god's tomb.

Therefore, the best way is to save your life for the time being, and keep the green hills there, so you don’t have to worry about running out of firewood. Isn’t this the old saying of the people on earth?

Well said.

Plop!

Shengzi directly knelt down on the top of the snow mountain, slapped himself hard twice, looked at Feng Hao and said, "Just treat me as a fart, let me go..."

"Unfortunately, I don't have the habit of farting..."

Feng Hao glanced at the holy son in disappointment, then his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his figure was like a flash of lightning, passing by the holy son...

Uh!

The next moment, the holy son's indestructible body turned into red-hot dust, and with a bang, it dissipated with the wind between the heaven and the earth.

The Qilin arm is in Feng Hao's hands, and has the power to destroy everything, even if it is a divine body, it is hard to escape the end of being wiped out.

...

Silence, those ancient monks saw this scene, all fell silent, and raised Feng Hao's status to a higher level again in their hearts.

The Holy Son, who possesses 80% of his strength, can't stand up to Feng Hao's punch.

At this moment, they no longer dare to have the idea of ​​infidelity.

And those ancient monks who planned to go to the mountains to find opportunities did not dare to act rashly. After all, Zhao Yang had already conveyed Feng Hao's will, and it is strictly forbidden to step into the land that rises from the ground.

At the same time, Xiao Qiuqiu was chasing and killing the three holy sons, as if chasing them in the void was exhilarating.

The three holy sons were like frightened birds, being chased by Xiao Qiuqiu to the point of tearing their guts apart. Every time Xiao Qiuqiu could have killed them, but deliberately kicked their butts and did not kill them immediately.

This kind of torture on the verge of life and death made them almost collapse, and tears of regret flowed from their eyes.

"It's almost time to stop making trouble!" Feng Hao smiled wryly and shook his head.

Xiao Qiuqiu pursed her lips, a little bit unwilling to just get rid of a few holy sons like this, but Feng Hao spoke up, so it had no choice but to follow suit.

The three holy sons were trembling all over, watching Xiao Qiuqiu attack with horror...

In an instant, Xiao Qiuqiu's claws chopped vegetables and melons, and destroyed their strong bodies. They didn't even have time to escape, and their heads were smashed to pieces.

And the Huo Qilin, who was suppressed by the Holy Son, crawled out of the ground in a disheveled manner at this moment, roaring again and again: "What about the guy who killed a thousand swords? The Holy Son is going to open his head and use it to pretend to be the Holy Son!" Shit."

Feng Hao couldn't help but support his forehead, seriously suspecting that surrendering Fire Qilin as a mount was his most failed decision since coming to Earth.

"Let's clean up the mess of the Duanmu family! By the way, from now on, this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain will be our dojo..."

The Holy Son is not dead yet, this matter is not over, and Xuelong Snow Mountain is now a rare practice site, in Feng Hao's view, it can be used by him.

"Um!"

Xiao Qiuqiu also took a fancy to this holy place of practice, and joy appeared in his eyes, he is used to living in the big city, so it is a wonderful thing to practice in this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.

So the group directly rushed into the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and Feng Hao directly broke the Duanmu family's formation.

This kind of formation is completely useless at this moment, it is better to break it and arrange it again.

When Fenghao, Huoqilin and Xiaoqiuqiu entered the holy place of the Duanmu family, what awaited them was a net of killing intent.

With the help of several great saint sons, the Duanmu family actually completed most of the powerful descendants.

A young man with an epee on his back stood in the void, and behind him stood more than a hundred strong men full of the aura of strong gods, who were staring at Feng Hao covetously at this moment.

"You are Feng Hao? The human cultivator who forced Ziyan Shengzi to flee?"

The young man with the epee on his back said in a young voice, standing there, there is no fluctuation of divine power in his body, but there is a coercion that cannot be ignored, as if he is the master.