Duanmu Yang claimed to be the reincarnation of the holy son of a certain clan in the God Realm. He looked extremely arrogant, and even communicated with the God Realm in a flash of lightning.
The ray of light between the eyebrows is the bridge.
In just a moment, before everyone could react, Duanmu Yang's temperament changed drastically, as if he was a different person.
A mighty coercion came down out of thin air. All the ancient monks in the field felt their kneecaps become sore and numb, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
Only Feng Hao, Bai Ling, a strong member of the Immortal Sect, and the three Beidou-level monks of the Tribulation Stage did not change their composure under this power.
"Wind Emperor, Duanmu Yang is the carrier of the Holy Son of the Gods. If we don't take action, the Holy Son of the Gods will come, and this building may not be saved..."
Some ancient monks said anxiously, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and the invisible pressure caused all the tempered glass doors and windows on this floor to shatter.
Suddenly the strong wind poured in, and everyone felt uncomfortable.
Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Yang, who was not far away and was bathed in the divine light. He curved his mouth and chuckled: "Isn't this Duanmu Yang the reincarnation of the Holy Son? I also want to see who the Holy Son is...
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Feng Hao then unfolded his Xuanwu Domain and enveloped everyone in it. In an instant, the coercion disappeared, and even the wind seemed to have stopped.
The ancient monks felt that the pressure disappeared, and their eyes towards Feng Hao changed again. Without a sound, the pressure was broken. Looking at the world with this strength, who else can surpass it?
Duanmu Yang's body floated directly, as if he had ascended to immortality immediately. His whole body was bathed in divine light, and his body shape and appearance began to change.
However, Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Yang as if he were a clown. Unless the Lord of the God Realm came in the flesh, otherwise, he really didn't take these so-called saints seriously.
Even Luci Hua, the former archangel in the heaven, was killed by him in the starry sky of the universe. Even if Duanmu Yang turned into the Holy Son, he only came here to make fun of him.
However, these ancient monks are a little worried. After all, they practice the incomplete techniques of the God Realm, and they are very aware of the power of the powerful men of the God Realm.
They were worried that Feng Hao would be directly suppressed.
However, the next scene left them stunned and completely relieved.
"It's been three minutes. Is the Holy Son here?"
Feng Hao's figure shot out like an electric light and rushed directly into the divine light where Duanmu Yang was. The next moment, Duanmu Yang's body was kicked out of the divine light and bounced on the ground several times like a ball.
Immediately afterwards, the divine light disappeared directly.
But Feng Hao's body reappeared on the same spot. If it hadn't disappeared in that moment, it would have seemed like he hadn't moved at all.
"What a powerful existence. No wonder he is so arrogant...I heard that the Holy Son of the Qianyu Divine Clan was sealed by the Earth monks. I guess that person is you, right?"
A voice full of indifference came from Duanmu Yang's mouth in the distance.
Then everyone's eyes fell on Duanmu Yang. In an instant, the surface of Duanmu Yang's body seemed to be cracked, and dazzling golden light burst out from the body.
Poof!
There was a sound like a bursting balloon, and the monks saw a young man who looked somewhat similar to Duanmu Yang. His whole body was bathed in golden light, suspended three feet above the ground, and his golden pupils were staring at Feng Hao.
There was a chill in the corner of his mouth that made him feel heart-stopping.
"The news is very good. The god master of the Thousand Feathers God Clan has never thought about coming to me in the lower world?"
Feng Hao chuckled and said, the Holy Son of the God Clan, who seemed to have a particularly strong visual impact and psychological impact, was only an existence equivalent to the strength of the Immortal Sect.
Feng Hao really didn't understand where Duanmu Yang's confidence came from.
"God Master Qianyu is coming soon, and the time and space teleportation array in the God Realm is almost completed..."
The Holy Son said in a arrogant tone: "When the time comes, the most noble and powerful men from the God Realm in your eyes will come to the earth, and those who bathe in the divine glory will gain eternal life and great strength..."
The words of the Holy Son were obviously meant for those ancient monks.
Many ancient monks were indeed moved, but considering Feng Hao's power and the fact that he had sworn allegiance several times before, they did not dare to act rashly this time.
If the Holy Son of God falls, everyone doesn't have to think about it and just follow Feng Hao to the death.
But now, with their rich experience, how could they immediately rebel?
The Holy Son looked scornful of the world, his golden pupils glanced at everyone, and his emotions fluctuated slightly.
He found that no one was moved?
Don't these humble ants even pursue immortality and powerful power?
Feng Hao raised his head and glanced at the Holy Son. His figure was also freed from the influence of gravity, suspended in mid-air, and sneered: "Let's go, I'll take you to see the scenery."
"Um?"
The Holy Son obviously didn't understand the meaning of Feng Hao's words, and frowned: "What scenery?"
“You’ll know when you go there!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Hao grabbed the Holy Son's neck and disappeared directly from the spot.
Bang!
And in the starry sky above the nine heavens, a deep voice suddenly sounded. When everyone looked up, their hearts were shocked.
Feng Hao unexpectedly appeared above the Nine Heavens with the Holy Son of the God Realm. Needless to say, the scenery Feng Hao mentioned was the starry sky outside the earth.
The Holy Son who befell Duanmu Yang would most likely end up in a miserable state.
The hands of the powerful Immortal Sect man next to Long Xueqing were trembling. He suddenly discovered that the Immortal Sect seemed to be useless.
This Feng Hao is simply their nemesis.
Is it possible that the immortal world must also be loyal to him in order to survive?
At the same time, in the outer starry sky nine days away, Feng Hao directly brought the Holy Son here,
The starry sky is undoubtedly a good place for killing people and selling goods.
Everything happened so suddenly. Before the Holy Son could even realize the meaning of Feng Hao's words, he was taken directly to the starry sky.
"Damn it!"
The Holy Son was furious and his face turned red. He was frightened that a monk in the mortal world could be so powerful.
Fortunately, he is the holy son of the Gods and has an immortal body. Otherwise, his body would have exploded long ago.
"Where will the time and space portal of the God Realm appear?" Feng Hao stared at the Holy Son with a half-smile.
This guy is somewhat similar to Duanmu Yang. At this point, his whole body is still shining with golden light. Could it be that his divine power has become so intense?
"Want to know? It depends on whether you have the strength..."
The Holy Son sneered and opened his palms. In an instant, a spear suddenly shot out from the deep hole in the universe.
The Holy Son stretched out his hand, directly grasped the divine spear, and attacked Lin Yu. The tip of the spear was filled with a chill, and the few spear flowers he pulled out were particularly beautiful in the starry sky.