Xiao Qiuqiu seems to have a pair of eyes that can see through illusions. He has already killed two saints in a row, which makes the remaining four saints feel heartbroken.
"It's too scary. I'll report it to the Holy King to find out where this guy came from and whether he's the Demon Saint from the Demon God Realm."
The Holy Son, who was able to escape only with the combined efforts of the three Holy Sons, was terrified at this moment.
If the Demon Saint comes, even if they have 80% of their strength, they will probably suffer hatred.
In fact, in their eyes, Xiao Qiuqiu is now similar to the arrival of the demon saint, terrifyingly powerful, but no matter what, they still want to find out Xiao Qiuqiu's identity.
After all, if the Holy King can already come to the earth, then why do they, as the Holy Sons, come together to come?
Come here and serve as a human punchbag to the Holy King?
They just hope that... Xiao Qiuqiu will never be a certain demon saint king from the demon god world, otherwise, their lives on earth will be in danger at any time.
Feng Hao looked far away and saw the Holy Son who was running away. The corners of his mouth were still raised in a slight arc, confident but also with a hint of teasing.
"Feng Hao, the one we want to challenge is you. If you have the ability to come to us, what is your ability to let this great friend of the Demon God Clan take action?"
A Holy Son appeared from the void, his eyes were like torches, staring at Feng Hao.
In his opinion, Feng Hao was a weakling, but he only found a backer as powerful as Xiao Qiuqiu, so he could sit calmly on a four-legged insect.
"I don't know how deep the sky is!" Feng Hao said coldly.
The Holy Son's eyes lit up. He thought he was no match for Xiao Qiuqiu, but with 80% of his strength, it was easy to kill Feng Hao.
If he can make a name for his own clan of gods, it doesn't matter even if Xiao Qiuqiu kills him. In a critical moment, just follow the example of Zi Yan Holy Son Yuan Shen and escape.
When they challenged Feng Hao, they also weighed the strength of Feng Hao and Ziyan Holy Son, and came to the conclusion that...with 80% of their strength, killing Feng Hao was just a matter of picking something up.
"How high is the sky? How can you and other mortals understand it? Even if you have the opportunity to cultivate the supreme road, you are not qualified to say how high the sky is or how thick the earth is! Only I, the God Clan, are qualified to aspire to the top, because I
The gods are the emperor!"
The man named Xiao had a soul-stirring chill in his eyes. He stretched out his hands, imagining that he was God, opening his arms of kindness and generosity to the creatures on earth.
"You are tired of living!"
Xiao Qiuqiu said solemnly, this kind of little scum is not worth Feng Hao's action at all, it can just kill it casually.
However, just when it turned into a stream of light and was about to slap the holy son to death with one claw, Feng Hao stopped him and said: "Leave this guy to me!"
Xiao Qiuqiu looked at the shouting Holy Son with pity, turned around and pounced on the other three Holy Sons.
"You still have some courage. I will leave a whole corpse later."
The Holy Son was ecstatic in his heart and was very satisfied with his sensational methods. With a few words, he forced Feng Hao to take action.
After they arrived before, they knew that Feng Hao had integrated the ancient Chinese monks with his strength.
And now, what he has to do is to kill Feng Hao and make Feng Hao's reputation fall to the bottom. They, the Son of God, can regain control of the earth and lay a good foundation for future opportunities.
Poof!
Feng Hao didn't laugh, but Huo Qilin, who was sitting down, couldn't help but burst into tears with laughter, his face full of contempt for the Holy Son of God Realm.
He was very aware of Feng Hao's power. With just one finger, he could suppress the power that had awakened in his body. It would be unimaginable for him to unleash his full strength.
"Um?"
The Holy Son frowned, stared at Huo Qilin with an unkind expression, and said, "I will kill you later and cook you on the top of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain."
roar!
Fire Qilin flew into a rage, his eyes emitted angry fire, and his breath was filled with scorching heat waves.
It's so irritating that this arrogant guy actually said he wanted to cook it.
"Master, I can't bear it. This is absolutely intolerable!"
Huo Qilin's eyes instantly turned red. He didn't care about Feng Hao on his back and rushed towards the Holy Son like a wild bull.
The whole body is surrounded by life, like a ball of fire from the sky, piercing the sky with the pressure of destroying the world.
"A weak reptile!"
The Holy Son said softly, and he swung his body and struck down with a palm. In an instant, a huge palm appeared out of thin air. With a bang, the fire unicorn was directly driven into the ground, unable to move.
The holy fire on his body was also mostly extinguished by the photo.
The strength of the Holy Son of the God Realm is obviously something that cannot be underestimated, especially... the Holy Son with eight levels of strength.
It is very different from the Holy Son of the Qianyu Divine Clan and the Holy Son of Purple Flame who came before, and their strength is not at the same level at all.
"Ha ha!"
After the Holy Son saw that the Fire Qilin was easily suppressed by him with just a few tricks, an invincible pride arose spontaneously.
At this moment, he felt like he had everything under control.
As a result, the look he looked at Feng Hao became even colder, as if he was looking at a dying person.
At the same time, the events that occurred in the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain attracted the attention of all ancient monks in China.
Because the Holy Son who came to the Duanmu Yang family was too powerful, so powerful that they were all a little moved.
After all, there is also a powerful God Clan behind them. If a strong God Clan comes, they will be able to win more opportunities and resources for them.
Nowadays, the earth is no longer the depleted spiritual energy it once was, but seems to have returned to the age most suitable for spiritual practice.
"Feng Hao probably won't survive."
"Yes, the Holy Son who came to the Duanmu family this time is very terrifying, even the strong ones from the Immortal Sect are terrifying. If we join forces, we may be able to compete with the Immortal Emperor."
"According to the information left by our ancestors, the Holy Son is indeed very powerful. He is a being that transcends the Immortal Sect, while the Holy King is equivalent to the Immortal Emperor..."
"Well, this is a fact, and above the Immortal Emperor in the Immortal Realm... there are actually powerful beings..."
The ancient monks were paying attention to every move here, but they did not show up, choosing instead to wait and see.
In the context of great opportunities, their thoughts have also undergone great changes. If Feng Hao cannot show his overwhelming strength, they will make a new choice and compromise to greater opportunities.
"Feng Hao, do you have anything to say? Kneel down now and recognize this Holy Son as my Lord. This Holy Son can accept you as one of my companions..."
The Holy Son was also very high-spirited at this moment, and his words were even more nakedly humiliating. But before he finished speaking, he only felt his eyes blur, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his abdomen. When he looked down, his pupils instantly
Shrink like a needle.
"this……"
The Holy Son's eyes were filled with fear, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably. He discovered that a big hole had appeared in his body for no reason, and it was transparent from front to back.
But at this moment, he could see no trace of Feng Hao. Obviously, Feng Hao was the one who caused him such harm.
Fortunately, his strong strength prevented him from losing his life without injuring any vital parts, and his body even recovered little by little.
However, the humiliation caused by the severe injury made the holy son feel extremely angry while being frightened. He looked up to the sky and said angrily: "Death, die!"
In an instant, the Holy Son's beard and hair spread out, and there was lightning and thunder all over his body, as if the God of Thunder had descended.