The Star-Sheng Pavilion practitioner who asked just now whether to help Fusang, couldn't help but blush after hearing Chen Hao's words, lowered his head and whispered:

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I will remember your warning in the future."

Chen Hao waved his hand and said with a smile:

"You don't have to say sorry to me. It is a good thing that you have good thoughts. Our Huaxia has its current status because of its kind thoughts and advocating peace. However, you should remember that when the spiritual energy was revived and the world was turbulent, we Huaxia threw olive branches to all over the world, including Fusang. But at that time, Fusang only listened to the words of the gods they believed in, and started a war with great ambitions and rejected our kindness."

Chen Hao glanced at the Fusang mortal who was swallowed by the waves, and his expression was cold:

"If they reject our aid, we will no longer have to lick our faces and insist on them accepting our kindness."

"Now, Fusang has encountered an accident and we rescued each other. That is love, but standing by and watching is the duty."

Chen Hao withdrew his gaze and said calmly:

"We in China have a clear conscience to Fusang's current level."

The practitioner of the Star-Slaying Pavilion nodded and said:

"Mr. Chen, I understand."

Chen Hao nodded and continued to look at Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, observing the two Chinese gods, and fighting with the strongest gods of Fusang.

These three people, or these three gods, have higher cultivation than Chen Hao. It is very beneficial for Chen Hao to observe their battles.

As for the vast land of Fuso, two-thirds of it has been flooded by sea water.

Moreover, because the battle between Sun Wukong, Yang Jian and the Lord of Heaven's Imperial God has not stopped yet, the tsunami is also continuing.

It can be expected that in the near future, the entire Fusang Island will be swallowed by sea water.

From now on, Fusang will become the clouds of history and will no longer exist in this world.

Boom!

In the sky.

The battle between Sun Wukong, Yang Jian and the Lord of Heavenly Imperial God continues!

Although Sun Wukong and Yang Jian have experienced the training of becoming an immortal and the second universe, their cultivation has reached the peak of the Mahayana, and they can even enter the realm of pseudo-immortality at any time, they can still not get any benefits when they work together to put pressure on the main god in the sky!

"The Lord God is mighty!"

Seeing that the Lord of Heavenly Imperial God withstood the pressure from Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, the Fusang pseudo-gods who survived breathing were also confident and began to cheer up.

"I am worthy of being the Lord God. I'm so powerful. I'm afraid I'm going to reach the end of the Divine Way and become a truly immortal god, right?"

"After all, he was the first god to step into the Shinto. He was in seclusion in the deep Shenxu space for more than two thousand years, and it was time to see through the Shinto's confusion!"

"Hahaha, with the Lord God, we can continue to move forward on the Shinto and will become an immortal body."

The Fusang pseudo-god who was scared to death just now began to clamor, laughing and roaring, without considering it at all, went to save the ordinary people who believed in them.

This made Chen Hao shake his head.

"Fusang, this land, and what grew on this land, should no longer exist."

Chen Hao whispered, and the long sword in his hand drew across the sky.

In an instant.

The sword light shines on this space!

laugh!

A blood column gushed high!

The head of a Fusang god with a smiling face rotates in the air and then falls.

Blood rains were flying, sprinkling on the nearby Fusang pseudo-god.

Feeling the hotness on his face, these Fusang pseudo-gods shivered instinctively.

He raised his hand and touched his face, and saw the blood in the palm of his hand and the blood-stained head that had just fallen from his body.

The smiles on the faces of these Fusang pseudo-gods that had not yet dissipated were completely frozen.

Their laughter and joy just now were stuck in their throats and turned into hoarse and ugly groans.

"Why don't you continue to laugh?"

Chen Hao looked at the Fusang pseudo-gods in cold eyes:

"Didn't you laugh happily just now?"

The Fusang pseudo-god trembled when he heard Chen Hao's voice.

Although they have lived for thousands of years, it is the first time they are so scared.

The huge oppression that Chen Hao gave them was even stronger than the Lord God in the Heavenly Emperor!

To them, Chen Hao is definitely a big devil, a person of the God of Death level!

but.

There was still a Fusang pseudo-god who plucked up his courage and shouted at Chen Hao:

"Boy, don't be too arrogant and proud. When our Lord God kills the monkey and the three-eyed boy, he will kill you all!"

Chen Hao's eyes instantly locked in this Fusang pseudo-god who was still clamoring:

"I really don't have a memory!"

Just finished speaking.

The Fusang pseudo-god who was still clamoring last second now burst into a blood mist.

This made the already terrified false god Fusang even more frightened and panicked to the extreme.

They could only see that there were black and golden lights in Chen Hao's eyes, and they didn't know what method Chen Hao used to kill a powerful Fusang god in an instant.

"kill!"

Chen Hao did not intend to let go of these Fusang pseudo-gods, but he did not intend to take action again, because the main purpose of coming to Fusang this time was to train troops.

So, Chen Hao turned around and looked at the practitioners of the Star-Slaying Pavilion and said in a deep voice:

"No one dares to yell when he reaches these Fusang!"

Chen Hao's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a ball of flame, igniting the blood of all the practitioners of the Star-Slaying Pavilion.

Every practitioner of the Star-Slaying Pavilion held the weapons in his hand tightly and rushed towards the Fusang pseudo-god.

They also knew very well that this time was a very rare opportunity to experience. If they didn’t grasp it well and strive for transformation, then they might lose their lives in the face of alien invasion next time!

The overall strength of the Fusang pseudo-god is actually definitely stronger than the Star-Slaying Pavilion led by Chen Hao.

However, the Fusang pseudo-god was shocked by Chen Hao alone, and the practitioners of the Star-Slaying Pavilion were all over the place and their morale was high.

So the Fusang pseudo-god, who had stronger hard power, was crushed by the Star-Slaying Pavilion.

“Born!”

Chen Hao shook his head in disappointment. He thought he could give the Star-Slaying Pavilion a training experience, but he didn't expect that the Star-Slaying Pavilion could massacre these Fusang pseudo-gods.

"I have lived for thousands of years and lived to the pig? Even if the pig lives for so long, it will not be so weak, right?"

Chen Hao sighed, feeling that this trip to Fusang was meaningless.

Next to him, Mu Qiudao's mouth twitched slightly, complaining:

"They have only lived for more than two thousand years. It is enough to be able to practice to this level now. Not everyone is as evil as you."

Chen Hao shrugged and said:

"But their current opponent is not me, but my subordinates. My subordinates have not been practicing for a long time, and most of them have been less than a year."

Mu Qiudao rolled his eyes: "Your subordinates are basically all integrated with high-level Taoist seeds. Can this be the same? Besides, can these people not become powerful by your leadership? Not to mention these people who integrate high-level Taoist seeds, even if they are truly mediocre people, as long as they are under your command, they will become geniuses. After all, you are Chen Hao."

Chen Hao touched his nose and felt that Mu Qiudao praised him too much.

Suddenly, a roar came from the western sky.

Chen Hao looked up and saw figures approaching quickly.

Visitors from the West!?
Chapter completed!