Leng Po's opponents were two men and women who were halfway to the enlightenment stage. Until now, both sides had suffered certain injuries.
Relatively speaking, Leng Po's situation was more serious. She had already killed two ninth-level opponents before, and had consumed a lot of her energy. If she was besieged by these two men again, it would be difficult to compete.
However, with the addition of Xuan Pang, within a few breaths, the two half-step enlightened men went to see the Lord of Hell one after another.
When Po Leng saw Xuan Pang's fighting prowess, her jaw dropped to the ground.
This growth rate is too terrifying!
"Mr. Leng, you take a rest first, I'll go help Sister Xiaofei and the others."
After Xuan Pang said something to Po Leng, he ducked and rushed in the direction of Qin Yufei, Blood Rakshasa and the others.
boom!
Just as Xuan Pang dodged and rushed out, there was a loud noise from the sky, a mushroom cloud of air waves rose into the sky, and the void trembled.
At the same time, a figure floated out like a leaf, and a blood ribbon sprayed into the air.
It is the Evil God of the Western Regions!
After being shot backwards for a thousand meters, it barely stabilized in mid-air, with a large amount of blood pouring out of its mouth, and an endless expression of disbelief on its face.
"You can actually hurt me?!" The Evil God of the Western Regions looked down at the knife edge at his waist with a look of shock on his face.
At first, he didn't take Ling Hao seriously at all.
There was a huge gap between him and a boy who was only at the first level of Tao Enlightenment. How could he be his opponent?
In his opinion, Ling Hao would turn into a ball of blood mist in one round.
However, after the two fought for several rounds, not only did he fail to turn Ling Hao into a blood mist, but he was severely injured by the opponent.
If he hadn't hid quickly just now, he might have been dead!
Until now, he has not been able to react from the shock and it is difficult to accept this reality!
"How about you answer a few questions and let you live?" Ling Hao looked at the other person and said calmly.
"Hmph! You overestimate yourself too much!" The Evil God of the Western Region snorted coldly: "If I want to leave, do you think you can keep me?"
"Then you can try it!" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
"How arrogant, I want to see how you keep me!" The Evil God of the Western Regions sneered.
The words fell and disappeared instantly.
"How is that possible?!" However, before he ran a few hundred meters, he screamed in horror.
Because, he found that he was trapped by Ling Hao's mental power and could not move even an inch!
This discovery shocked him even more than when Ling Hao hurt him just now!
Although he was severely injured, he still has the combat power of a mid-to-late stage enlightenment. Unless he is an opponent of the same level, it is impossible to imprison him with mental power.
And Ling Hao is only at the first level of enlightenment, how could he have such strong mental power?!
"Do you believe it now?" Ling Hao Yukong came to him.
"Did that holy object take action?" The Evil God of the Western Regions looked at Ling Hao and asked.
In his opinion, the only explanation is this, otherwise it is absolutely impossible!
"What is the current level of your so-called King of the Western Regions?" Ling Hao did not answer the other party's words and continued to speak calmly.
"Boy, I admit that you are very strong, but you are too naive to think that you can challenge our Honglan Star Territory!" The Evil God of the Western Regions took a deep breath before continuing to speak.
"I would like to advise you, you'd better hand over the sacred object honestly, and then surrender to our Honglan Star Territory. Maybe you can still save a life."
"Otherwise, you will never survive tomorrow!"
"Since you don't want to live anymore, let me send you on your way!" Ling Hao glanced at the other party coldly.
At the same time as the words sounded, a coldness burst out from him, and then he raised his hand to shoot.
boom!
At this moment, a monstrous force surged out from the transmission channel, forming a formation like a rainbow.
