The sight of this Holy Son being so powerful and invincible made the ancient cultivators who were paying attention to the changes here feel slightly moved in their hearts.
They felt the surging pressure on the Holy Son, and felt the urge to kneel down and lick him.
But this situation did not last long. The powerful Holy Son suddenly seemed to be suffering from epilepsy, twitching all over his body, and lightning crackled on the surface of his body, as if he had gone crazy and was struck by lightning.
"What, what's going on?"
This Holy Son had only been handsome for three seconds before a look of fear appeared in his eyes. He raised his head and found that Feng Hao had arrived in front of him at some point.
Feng Hao stretched out his hand and caught a bolt of lightning. The lightning randomly changed into various shapes in his hand, jumping for joy like a little baby held in the palm of his parents' hands.
The corners of the Holy Son's mouth twitched.
"You want to kill me to establish your authority?" Feng Hao said indifferently.
Gudong!
The Holy Son swallowed his saliva, and he suddenly realized... that he was totally wrong. The eighth-level strength was obviously not enough in front of Feng Hao.
Think about it, such a powerful little beast, killing the Holy Son is no different from killing chickens and sheep, how could it follow a weak chicken?
"Misunderstanding! It's all misunderstanding..."
The Holy Son's back was soaked with sweat, and his hair was burnt by lightning. He had a flattering look on his face: "It's all the people from the Duanmu family who are instigating this. This Holy Son has deeply realized his mistakes. I will
leave……"
"..."
The performance of the Holy Son shocked the ancient cultivators who were paying attention to the changes here, and their moral integrity was completely shattered.
This holy son had shown extraordinary power before, claiming that he wanted to kill Feng Hao with his subordinates. Who knows how long it had just passed, but he himself was almost killed.
Feng Hao looked at the Holy Son with disdain, shook his head and said, "Why bother? You know that I won't be merciful..."
The Holy Son's body trembled violently, his face turned pale and he said, "How about I slap myself twice? It's because I'm a bitch and I said something I shouldn't have said..."
Snap! Snap!
The Holy Son slapped himself twice very consciously, and the flattering look on his face became even stronger.
At the same time, his physical injuries finally recovered, and the long-lost pleasure came to his mind, making him unable to help but scream.
"The Holy Son behind the Duanmu family is really shameful!"
"Bah! I thought it was so great, but I didn't expect that it was just a fox pretending to be a tiger. The world of gods is nothing more than that. With the resources of the earth, we can reach their level..."
"That's right, the God Realm interferes in matters on Earth, obviously for great opportunities. If the opportunity is grasped by us, the God Realm will be nothing more than this."
The eyes of many ancient monks burst out with blazing divine light,
After hearing the words of the ancient monk, the Holy Son of God's Realm couldn't help but feel hot. There is no other Holy Son of God's Realm who has gotten as far as him.
But...who doesn't cherish his own life? If he suppressed Feng Hao and was beaten to death by a small ball, he would still have a good reputation. After his death, the Holy King might resurrect him and grant him a title.
But if he is killed by Feng Hao, let alone being granted the title, he probably won’t even have a god’s tomb.
Therefore, the best way is to temporarily save your life and keep the green hills behind, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. Isn't this an old saying among people on earth?
Very well said.
Plop!
The Holy Son knelt down directly on the top of the snow mountain, slapped himself hard twice, looked at Feng Hao and said: "Just think of me as a fart and let it go..."
"Unfortunately, I don't have the habit of farting..."
Feng Hao glanced at the Holy Son with disappointment, and then his eyes suddenly condensed, and his figure was like a bolt of lightning, passing by the Holy Son...
Well!
The next moment, the immortal body of the Holy Son turned directly into red-hot dust, and with a bang, dissipated between heaven and earth with the wind.
The Qilin Arm in Feng Hao's hands has the power to destroy everything. Even the divine body cannot escape the end of being wiped out in ashes.
…
Silence, the ancient monks all fell silent when they saw this scene, and once again raised Feng Hao's status to a higher level in their hearts.
The Holy Son, who had 80% strength, could not withstand Feng Hao's punch.
At this moment, they no longer dare to think of disloyalty.
And those ancient monks who planned to go to the mountains to find opportunities did not dare to act rashly. After all, Zhao Yang had already conveyed Feng Hao's will and was strictly prohibited from stepping into the earth that rose from the ground.
At the same time, the little ball was chasing the three saint sons, as if they were chasing each other with great joy in the void.
The three Holy Sons were like frightened birds, their livers and gallbladders bursting as they were chased by Little Ball. Every time, Little Ball could have killed them, but deliberately kicked their butts and did not kill them immediately.
This kind of torture on the verge of life and death made them almost collapse, and tears of regret flowed from their eyes.
"Just stop making trouble!" Feng Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Little Qiuqiu pursed her lips, a little unwilling to kill a few saints like this, but Feng Hao said something, so it had no choice but to do it.
The three saints were trembling all over, looking at the little ball coming towards them with horrified expressions...
In an instant, Little Ball's claws were like chopping vegetables and melons, destroying their strong bodies. They didn't even have time to escape, and their heads were beaten to pieces.
And the Fire Qilin, who was suppressed by the Holy Son, crawled out of the ground in disgrace at this moment, roaring repeatedly: "Where is the guy who killed a thousand swords? I will open his head and use it to contain the Holy Son.
shit."
Feng Hao couldn't help but hold his forehead, seriously doubting that surrendering the Fire Qilin as a mount was his most failed decision since coming to Earth.
"Let's clean up the mess of the Duanmu family! By the way, from now on, this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain will be our dojo..."
The matter is not over until the Holy Son is dead, and Snow Dragon Snow Mountain is now a rare training ground. In Feng Hao's view, it can be used by him.
"Um!"
Little Qiuqiu also took a fancy to this holy land of cultivation, with a look of joy in his eyes. He was used to living in a big city, and practicing in this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain was simply the best thing.
So the group of people went directly into the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and Feng Hao directly broke the Duanmu family's formation.
This kind of formation is completely useless at this time. It would be better to break it and then rearrange it.
When Feng Hao, Huo Qilin and Xiao Qiuqiu entered the Duanmu family's holy land, what awaited them was a dragnet of murderous intent.
With the help of several great saints, the Duanmu family actually completed most of the arrival of powerful men.
A young man with a heavy sword on his back stood in the sky, and behind him stood more than a hundred strong men full of the aura of strong men from the God Clan, staring at Feng Hao with eager eyes.
"Are you Feng Hao? The human monk who forced the Holy Son of Purple Flame to flee?"
The young man carrying the heavy sword said in a low voice. He stood there without any fluctuations in divine power, but there was a pressure that could not be ignored, as if he was the master.