Martial Inverse

"Who are you?"

Feng Hao looked at the young man and said.

Suddenly, he felt that the greatest meaning of coming to Lin Zhou was to find this young man who claimed to be the emperor.

"The former prince of this imperial city, a prodigal son who owed too much to these people..."

After saying these words, the figure of the young man gradually faded away until he disappeared...

"It's getting more and more interesting."

After seeing the young man disappear, Feng Hao felt that everything became more interesting, as if... the young man who claimed to be the emperor was an incarnation projected over.

In other words, he is definitely the strongest existence Feng Hao has ever seen since he came to the universe.

It is possible to reproduce the scene of the year in the ruins, and everyone does not seem to be an illusion, but a real existence.

And these are all from the handwriting of that young man.

"It's a small world of its own, amazing!"

Feng Hao gave a high degree of affirmation to the young man's means, at least... in his universe, he couldn't realize these things.

What's more, they are all people with thoughts and flesh and blood.

Feng Hao then saw fifty-four second-rank powerhouses from 18 sects all join the camp of the man surrounded by demonic energy, and began to fight against the powerhouses in the imperial city.

There are many strong people in the imperial city, but Lin Yu found that these people are not warriors, but secretaries who use magical powers.

It's similar to the sorcerer in online games, all kinds of gorgeous brilliance are intertwined, just like a magical blockbuster in a prosperous age.

Seeing this scene, Feng Hao actually had an urge to film, but fortunately he restrained it in the end.

"You are?"

Suddenly, someone noticed the existence of Feng Hao, this is a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe.

This is the city wall of the imperial palace. The middle-aged man in the dragon robe felt puzzled at the time, as if this man had appeared suddenly.

Feng Hao looked at the middle-aged man, and thought of what the young man said in his mind,

This imperial city seems to be the opponent's regret.

And as long as he helps him make up for this regret, he will be able to get the opportunity of a first-class mortal saint.

Feng Hao actually doesn't care about chance, what he cares about is, if the guy on the throne is eliminated, will he be able to see that young man again?

So he thinks standing in a team is a very important choice.

"I am the helper invited by the crown prince of this imperial city!" Feng Hao said seriously.

The middle-aged man was obviously shocked, and his hands under the embroidered robe were trembling slightly: "Isn't the emperor trapped in the other side? Young man, is he...is he alright?"

Feng Hao was even more shocked now, seeing the reaction of the middle-aged man in the dragon robe gave him a feeling of time travel.

In other words, the degree of freedom in this city of relics is very high, and any words or decisions made will guide the final direction of this matter.

And as long as the result meets the youth's expectations, then the trial is considered complete.

"A mountain is still as high as a mountain, if you don't accept it, you can't..."

Feng Hao really admires that young man at this moment, this kind of scene reappearance is not just for people to watch.

The point is to engage people.

Feng Hao stared at the middle-aged man who looked at him expectantly, and said seriously: "He is fine, but now he can't come back, let me solve this matter."

"Can you tell me, who is that person?"

Feng Hao is very interested in solving this matter now, because he wants to know the result and the trajectory of the youth's life.

Perhaps his world is perfect, and it may not be necessary to use young people.

The middle-aged man seemed to hate the man on the throne very much. Looking at the people in the imperial city outside the imperial city who put their lives against the monsters, he said word by word: "The demon emperor from the other side, a wicked man who treats the human race as his slave source of."

"Demon Emperor?"

Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, this title was very intimidating, but the combat power of that person didn't seem to be very good.

It's just a little bit stronger than the dragon-robed emperor beside him.

But... the monsters that guy sat down were much stronger than those scholars and soldiers in the imperial city.

So from the perspective of the battle situation, it is very unfavorable to the Great Xia Imperial City.

Especially with the joining of fifty-four second-rank Wu emperors, the battle situation was even more one-sided. For the opportunity of first-rank mortal saints, they all fought fiercely.

Although it is very unethical to help monsters kill humans, but this is an illusion, since they are all fake, then what they kill is not real people.

So there is no psychological pressure, but full of expectations for getting the chance of being a sage.

Even in order to attract the man on the throne, they are all competing who can kill more brilliantly and be more domineering.

At this moment, I may feel that the expressions of these people when they died were too realistic, and the lord of the Martial God Sect and the two elders suddenly couldn't do anything.

For them, it is unreasonable for them to collude with those monsters and kill the human race.

Although this is just an illusion, the illusion is also real. Can you kill your compatriots who are also human races for those opportunities?

So the lord of the Martial God Sect took the two elders and chose to stop.

And began to help some scholars, beheading those ferocious monsters without a trace.

Feng Hao felt that he couldn't wait any longer, and when he saw these people die, he panicked.

It's like being hammered in the chest with a stone.

At that moment, Feng Hao took a step directly from the fence, and when he stepped on this step, there were circles of ripples under his feet.

These ripples swept across the group of monsters, and all the monsters' internal organs were shattered and fell to the ground, dying with regret.

The expression on Feng Hao's face remained unchanged, killing this group of monsters was no different from killing a cat or a dog.

So he walked down from the city wall, and with the second step, he once again killed more than a hundred monsters in a flash.

Feng Hao walked down from the city wall and took a total of 18 steps. The experience he brought to the monster was like entering 18 levels of hell.

Not even the bones of the dead were left.

And this scene made the Human Sovereign who was about to fight the Demon Emperor on the city wall dumbfounded and his body trembled violently.

The complexions of those sect experts suddenly changed, although the fluctuations and ripples did not do them any harm.

But seeing the monsters who fought side by side with them fall down, the sensory shock also made them unable to calm down.

"Then...is that Feng Haoran?"

Suddenly, the lord of the Martial God Sect was stunned. He saw the figure from a distance, although he still couldn't see the outline of the five sense organs clearly.

But it gave them the feeling that it was Feng Haoran who defeated the fourth-rank Wuzong with his fist style.

And the Great Xia warriors outside the city of relics also saw this scene through the water curtain in the city.

Everyone was deeply shocked. The person with slightly blurred facial features seemed... to be the fifty-fifth person who entered the ruins.

What the hell is it about? It's so beautiful to fly...