After saying that, he stepped out and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Thousands of meters away, Han Shibai was also suspicious. From the beginning, he thought he had an insight and had already seen through Suning's conspiracy. At this moment, he was hesitant and suppressed the urge in his heart.
He seemed very conflicted and irritable at the same time.
Mo Chen deserves to be killed. The hatred for killing his brother is irreconcilable. There will be many opportunities to seek revenge against him in the future.
But Suning is different. He carries the inheritance of Jiang Lin'an, and was accepted as his direct disciple by the ancestor of the demon world, Heigu. Even if he loses the dragon and phoenix dharma, his future is bright, and he will definitely become a semi-holy being above the heavens in the future.
.
He will become stronger and stronger.
The men of the Jiang family were as powerful as before, and could frighten the three worlds with one person.
By then, who can touch Suning? Who can kill Suning head-on?
And now, it is undoubtedly the time when he is at his weakest. He is still in his infancy, but he does not know how to live or die.
The agreement was made in advance, no trump cards, no borrowing of people's hands, no fusion of natal immortal weapons to improve cultivation.
Each of these limits Suning's strength and indirectly gives the disciples in the Immortal Realm an advantage.
To say the least, no big shot in the fairy world has intervened in this farce so far. The deep meaning contained in it is self-evident.
Good fortune, the great good fortune that kills Suning and gets the Wen Palace reward. The older generation can't shamelessly take action at the moment, so naturally they hope that the younger generations can complete it satisfactorily.
or......
Rolling his eyelids, Han Shibai guessed with his heart racing: "They are waiting, waiting for this matter to get bigger and bigger, and completely out of control."
"The teacher is famous..."
"Yes, that must be the case."
Talk to yourself, talk to yourself.
Han Shibai was very excited, and all the depression in his body was gone, and he couldn't help but wait patiently.
On the other side, after witnessing Suning finishing Zhang Hao, Meng Tianjiao slowly looked away and left without looking back.
Lu Tangtang stepped on the crane and asked curiously: "Aren't you worried that hitting the younger one will attract the older one?"
"As far as I know, Emperor Jingkong is having a drink with many bigwigs in the immortal world in the void of the clouds tens of thousands of meters away."
"What about Emperor Huoxuan, Emperor Wuyang, Emperor Fengqi, Emperor Xueqing..."
"At least half of the masters of one of the Eight Hundred Immortal Realms are here. It will be as lively as possible."
"Especially Emperor Yunjue from the Thunder Realm and Emperor Wentian from the Wentian Realm. Both of them have broken through to the 18th level of True Immortal."
Meng Tianjiao said disapprovingly: "Today is different from the past. My junior brother is a demon disciple in the demon world, and no one in the immortal world can touch him in the slightest."
"What if Duan Ziqian comes?"
"Don't forget, there are two semi-saints in the demon world."
Lu Tangtang joked: "Hey, you see clearly."
Meng Tianjiao replied loudly: "Because my heart has always stood with my junior brother, and I have never thought about killing him to obtain the Wen Palace reward."
"If you are not greedy, you will not be blinded by fog."
"Not greedy..."
Before he finished speaking, someone from the crowd behind stepped up to the sky and said with a rich voice: "Lou Zhixue from the Wan Ting Immortal Realm, please enlighten me."
"Uh-huh."
The shadow moves with the wind, and the shadow scatters in smoke.
Under the thick smoke, a tall and tall young man in black appeared opposite Suning. He raised his chin proudly and said, "Do you want to give you half a stick of incense and time to adjust your breathing? Otherwise, after I kill you, no one will say that I am too weak to win."
Suning casually glanced at the opponent's cultivation level. He was in the middle stage of the tenth level of True Immortal, slightly stronger than Zhang Hao.
However, he couldn't deceive the person he wanted to kill, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.
"He's another loser here to die. Why, those who are capable don't dare to go up, and they only pick little shrimps to play?"
Aroused by the strange yin and yang energy, Suning's mind passed through the bodies of Han Shibai and other leading disciples one after another, and mocked with contempt: "A bunch of shrunken tortoises, where did your prestige go?"