The Strongest Mythical Emperor

"Okay!" Qiang Liang replied, and then he disappeared in a flash. His speed was so fast that he crossed tens of thousands of meters and arrived in front of Feng Wuheng in the blink of an eye. His burly body raised a gust of wind, which frightened the young master of the Feng family behind Feng Wuheng to scream. Feng Wuheng's pupils shrank, and he was extremely frightened, and goose bumps appeared all over his body. At this moment, he suddenly recalled the long-forgotten memory. That was 130,000 years ago, and he had the same fear when facing that demon. From the soles of the feet to the top of the head, from the depths of the soul to the surface of the body, it was extremely cold. Bang-- Qiang Liang punched through Feng Wuheng's chest, and blood splashed on the face of the young master of the Feng family, making his expression even more terrifying. Feng Wuheng's eyes were full of bloodshot, and his pupils kept jumping. Looking at Qiang Liang's hideous face, he seemed to see Ji Yongsheng roaring at him in a trance. He was in the middle stage of the Daluo Shixian Realm and had no power to resist in front of Qiang Liang. Qiangliang picked him up and turned to fly towards Qin Jun. The next second, he arrived in front of Qin Jun. For him, the distance of more than 50,000 meters was just one step away.

The whole process took less than three breaths.

The second elder of the Feng family, Feng Wuheng, who had been famous for a long time, was defeated!

The creatures watching the battle all widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief.

"How is it possible! Am I dazzled?"

"Who is that man? So strong, he easily captured an old-fashioned Daluo Shixian."

"This man's lord calls himself Qin Tiandi. Do you know the origin of Qin Tiandi?"

"Calling himself Tiandi, so arrogant."

"Could he be the son of a hidden family?"

The creatures exclaimed again and again, not expecting that the Feng family would lose in this battle.

The Feng family has a long history in the ancient fairy world for more than 100,000 years. Although it is supported by several elders of the first generation, its strength should not be underestimated.

Qin Jun looked at Feng Wuheng, who was full of pain, and smiled: "Do you still recognize me?"

Feng Wuheng looked up at him, his pupils shrank.

Qin Jun's evil smile at this moment is exactly the same as the demon in his memory. Although his face has changed a little, his eyebrows are very similar.

"Impossible... Are you..."

Feng Wuheng screamed, as if he had seen a ghost. His abnormal behavior made the creatures feel itchy as if they were scratched by a cat.

Who is this person?

Why did the second elder of the Feng family lose his composure like this?

"Kill him!" Qin Jun snorted coldly. He just wanted Feng Wuheng to be shocked before he died and know that he had not fallen.

Feng Wuheng was shocked and desperate. Just when he was about to beg for mercy, Qiang Liang tore him in half. His flesh and blood were scattered everywhere. He died on the spot before his soul could be sacrificed.

Most creatures, before they die, if their souls cannot leave their bodies, they will be summoned by the power of the rules of the underworld and reincarnate.

Of course, there are also some creatures with great magical powers. Even if they die, they can keep their souls, but even so, it takes a long time to recover their cultivation.

Feng Wuheng's soul turned into golden light and flew into the depths of the starry sky. He didn't even care about his grandson and just wanted to escape from here.

Qiangliang slapped him with his right hand, and a lightning bolt flew out of his palm like a snake, so fast that the eyes of the creatures couldn't keep up.

"Ah——"

Feng Wuheng screamed, his soul was scattered, and he didn't even have the chance to reincarnate.

The cultivators of the Feng family were almost scared to death. Did the second elder die like this?

The young master of the Feng family had black eyes and fainted in fear. Fortunately, there was no gravity in the starry sky, so he didn't fall.

"It's a pity that the task was not triggered."

Qin Jun shook his head and sighed. The tasks of the system were becoming more and more difficult to trigger. According to the system, only tasks that pose a certain threat to the host or are difficult to complete will be triggered.

The Feng family and his party were indeed not threatening to Qin Jun.

Qiangliang shook off the blood stains on his hands, his face was calm, as if he had slaughtered a chicken.

For the Wu clan, killing is a common thing.

Patriarch Bodhi looked at Wanfa Island and whispered, "The saint is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long rainbow flew out from Wanfa Island, and the strong aura shocked the entire starry sky.

Soon, he came to a place a hundred meters away from Qin Jun and the other two. The strong light dissipated, and the figure of a man appeared. He was nearly two meters tall, well-proportioned, with long hair tied behind his head, a hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and a hideous scar on his cheek. In addition, he was wearing a dark red robe, and the whole person was as sinister as a vulture.

"Why are you so cruel!"

The man asked coldly, and black air came out of his sleeves, with an imposing manner.

"Isn't he Yi Han? It turns out that he is the master of this Wanfa Island!"

"Yi Han? The dog who made a comeback?"

"Hush! You can't say that. Yi Han is now a saint and a person who stands at the top of the ancient fairy star field."

"No wonder the young master of the Feng family is so arrogant and domineering. It turns out that the owner of the island is him."

"Yi Han once received the protection of the Feng family, and later adopted the twelfth son of the Feng family as his adopted son. Otherwise, how could they tolerate him riding a white tiger on the island and doing whatever he wants?"

The creatures were shocked and discussed repeatedly. Every saint can pull up a huge force.

In the ancient fairy star field, the standard of a first-class force is to have a saint.

Yi Han stared at Qiang Liang, wishing to tear him into pieces.

He didn't take the Daluo Shixian realm of perfection seriously at all.

But he has been in the starry sky for more than 200,000 years, and he knows how deep the water is. In the universe, there are people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens. There is no strongest, only stronger.

After all, the Feng family is also one of the mainstays of the ancient immortal world. If Qin Jun dares to ignore the majesty of the ancient immortal world and kill Feng Wuheng in public, he may have a lot of background.

Although the Ancient Immortal World is huge, there is more than one Immortal World in the universe.

"Aren't you convinced?"

Qin Jun glanced at Yi Han casually, his tone was lazy, and in Yi Han's eyes, he was arrogant.

Strong people have dignity. When Yi Han was young, his family was destroyed and he was hunted by enemies for a long time. If it weren't for the Feng family, how could he be where he is today?

Now stimulated by Lord Qin, his anger was unbearable and he broke out immediately.

With one palm shot, the billowing black energy turned into a giant palm, which was bigger than the stars next to him. Qin Jun felt his eyes go dark, and the strong wind roared down, forcing him to almost fall. Fortunately, Patriarch Bodhi helped him offset the wind force in time. .

Facing Yi Han's angry palm, Qiang Liang transformed into a body of a hundred feet and punched him. However, compared with the giant palm, his figure was like a human palm hitting an ant, and the visual impact was magnified countless times.

Qiang Liang's expression changed, and his right arm was suddenly fractured. His body of a hundred feet was pressed backwards, and he was about to hit Qin and Jun.

Patriarch Bodhi snorted coldly, waved his whisk, and an invisible force directly shattered the sky-covering black palm.

Yi Han's expression changed dramatically. Before he could retreat, the backlash hurt his internal organs. He vomited blood and flew backwards, smashing through a star millions of miles away in the blink of an eye.

If we say that there is a huge gap between becoming a saint and achieving perfection in Da Luo Shi's Immortal Realm.

There is a huge difference between becoming a saint and becoming a saint.

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