Half of Liao Hu's face was beaten to pieces, and he felt like his soul was about to be sucked out.
A strong person at the eighth level of the Holy Realm is indeed terrifying, and cannot be compared to him at the first level of the Holy Realm.
After the beast king Hei Meng slapped Liao Hu, he asked directly, "Tell me, where are the other low-grade immortal stones? Are they used by you for cultivation, or are they handed over to others?"
Heimeng said, his eyes glancing at Hu Qi intentionally or unintentionally.
Obviously, what he meant was that all the other low-grade immortal stones were handed over to Hu Qi by Liao Hu.
Hu Qi's face was so gloomy that he knew he would not be able to escape even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
On his territory, a low-grade immortal stone appeared. If he said he didn't get it, would anyone believe it?
At this moment, he really wanted to slap Wang Fan to death. If it weren't for this bastard, there would be so many things happening.
However, he was also curious. Wang Fan only had a cultivation level of the ninth level. How did he put the low-grade immortal stone into Liao Hu's space ring without anyone noticing?
The most important thing is, if Wang Fan has a low-grade fairy stone on his body, why didn't Heimeng find it?
There are too many doubts.
"I was really wronged. That low-grade immortal stone is not mine at all." Liao Hu was still wailing and trying to explain. But no one believed him.
Heimeng also became impatient, "Bastard, do you think I won't dare to kill you if you don't tell me?"
As he spoke, Heimeng's body was filled with overwhelming murderous intent.
Liao Hu felt the killing intention, his heart trembled, and he was almost scared out of his wits.
"I really don't have one." He wailed and roared, then looked at Hu Qi, "Lord Hu Qi, save me, save me."
At this time, only Hu Qi can save him.
Because except for Hu Qi, no one can compete with Heimeng, and no one is qualified to save people from Heimeng.
Liao Hu's cry for help directly pushed Hu Qi into the abyss.
Although in the entire scene, it was true that only Hu Qi had the strength to save him, under this situation, his request for help from Hu Qi seemed to reveal another meaning, that is, the remaining low-grade immortal stones were handed over to Hu Qi.
Heimeng was already so suspicious originally, but now that Liao Hu shouted like this again, it naturally made Heimeng even more sure.
A cold light flashed in the dark eyes, and without holding back, he slapped Liao Hu directly.
With a bang, Liao Hu was instantly torn apart, following Mo Tian's footsteps.
After Heimeng killed Liao Hu, he looked at Hu Qi coldly and said, "My request is not high either, ten million low-grade immortal stones. If you are not willing, then we will see the real chapter."
Hu Qi's face was terrifyingly dark, but he also knew that it was useless to explain at this time.
He glanced at Wang Fan coldly, and was about to take action to kill Wang Fan first, but Heimeng had already spoken again, "It seems that you are unwilling. In that case, don't blame me, Heimeng, for being rude."
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Following the sound, Heimeng suddenly took a step forward and punched a fifth-level saint next to Hu Qi.
The face of the fifth-level Saint Realm powerhouse changed wildly, and he suddenly retreated, but he was still a step too slow.
Black Meng's fist swept across his body like a torrent of rocks, and his whole body was immediately thrown away, with several mouthfuls of blood spurting out of his mouth.
This was because Hu Qi reacted in advance and resisted for him, otherwise, he would have been killed long ago.
"They are fighting, run away!" At this moment, another voice suddenly came out, and then the whole scene became a complete commotion.
The monks who were originally on the deck rushed out of the deck desperately and fled in all directions, as if they had been led along.
Their expressions were full of fear, as if they were afraid of being killed if they failed to escape.
Hu Qi's eyes were filled with tears. Others didn't know who shouted that voice, but he knew clearly that it was that hateful ant, Wang Fan!
Even if Wang Fan deliberately changed his voice and lowered his voice, he was always staring at Wang Fan, so how could he not know.
"Everyone, run away quickly. Deacon Hu Qi secretly swallowed the Immortal Stone and is unwilling to hand it over. This is going to kill us."
"If you escape quickly, you may have a chance of survival, but if you escape slowly, you may become a meal for those beasts."
Wang Fan shouted very hard, and while shouting back, he used lightning bolts to escape wildly, not daring to stop at all.
Things have developed to this situation, and with his strength at the ninth level, there is simply no way he can change it.
He could only muddy the water and then take advantage of the chaos to escape.
Hearing Wang Fan's words, not only Hu Qiqi's Qiqi orifices were filled with smoke, but even Heimeng and other monsters were very angry.
Some people even called them beasts, in front of their faces. This was like poking their scars.
Their mental energy swept wildly, trying to find the ant who called them beasts, but Wang Fan was too cunning and had already disappeared among the chaotic crowd.
"Bastard, I'm so angry with you, Grandpa Xiong. You guys, let me kill you. No one will be spared!" Heimeng was so angry that he roared and went straight towards Hu Qi.
At the same time, the terrifying monsters under his command were also frantically killing the other deacons.
As for the beast soldiers and generals, they frantically attacked the monks who were fleeing in all directions.
Wang Fan ran all the way, heading into the distance without taking a breath, let alone identifying the direction.
Su Luoyan followed closely behind him, not falling behind at all.
Both of them were extremely fast, and soon they were thousands of miles away.
At this time, they had already far away from the fleeing monks and the chasing monsters.
Even if some monsters were lucky enough to chase them, they wouldn't be enough for Su Luoyan to slap them in the face.
"It's really dangerous. I was almost killed by that bastard Mo Tian. Senior Sister Luoyan, let's find a place to break through and advance now, and then we'll talk about other things."
After the two of them ran for thousands of miles, Wang Fan said to Su Luoyan.
Su Luoyan nodded, and then the two began to look for a suitable place to break through and advance.
Three days later, in a certain area, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, followed by lightning surges, and streaks of thunder and lightning as thick as buckets fell directly from the clouds, striking in a certain direction.
"Holy shit!" Wang Fan looked at the Di Leiting who were as thick as buckets with a gloomy face, and couldn't help but curse.
Didn't Senior Sister Luoyan tell him that the maximum number of thunderbolts that can fall is the thickness of a finger, and there can only be three at most.
But what is going on now? Why are there already more than a dozen thunderbolts as thick as a bucket?
Su Luoyan, who was dozens of miles away, also had an ugly face and looked very worried.
This, what kind of thunder disaster is this? It’s too terrifying, isn’t it?
Boom boom boom boom!
Several thunderbolts as thick as buckets struck Wang Fan. Wang Fan's skin was torn open and his flesh was torn apart, and he was sent flying away.
He frantically used lightning to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all. Those thunderbolts seemed to have targeted him and kept hitting him hard.
Endless tearing pain came, and Wang Fan simply lost the energy to curse. He felt like he was about to suffocate and die.