The Martial God Sect was very unwilling. The sect leader Nie Yuang had just received the opportunity of being a first-class mortal saint, but he was about to end up in a place of eternal destruction.
Seventeen major sects obviously joined forces to try to destroy the Martial God Sect. The sect leader Nie Yuan killed to save others. Why should he be punished by heaven and earth?
"Heaven and earth are unkind!"
An elder of the Martial God Sect even sang loudly with red eyes, blaming God for the injustice.
The surviving disciples of the Martial God Sect were also infected, and they all devoured the heavens in unison, and the world was unkind...
At the end of the sound, the sound penetrated the sky like a bell, stabbing the seventeen major sect disciples who fled in panic, frightened to the extreme.
"This is the Martial God Sect that I want to protect..."
After Nie Yuan heard the voices of the sect elders and disciples, he let out a loud roar and thunder clouds rolled between the sky and the earth.
Then his body transformed into a beam of lightning, directly killing all the seventeen sect disciples who were fleeing...
On this day, the blood energy of the Wushen Sect surged into the sky within a hundred miles. No living being could withstand this blood energy, and there was a dead silence.
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When the last Tianluo Alliance disciple died in fear and despair, Nie Yuan, who was injured and stained with the blood of hundreds of thousands of warriors, finally stopped.
He stood in the void, looking at the setting sun, his face as calm as a lake of spring water, without sadness or joy.
"Is it finally over?"
Nie Yuan murmured in a low voice, but soon, he seemed to have thought of something, and said seriously: "No, it's not over yet... If I die, the disciples of the Martial God Sect will still be unable to withstand the anger of the seventeen powerful sects...
For the rest of my life, let my fire of life burn even hotter..."
Nie Yuan knew very well that today he had killed hundreds of thousands of disciples of the seventeen major sects, and used tens of thousands of flying boats. It could be said that he was fighting to the death with the seventeen major sects.
However, the sect masters of the seventeen major sects are all extremely powerful second-grade Martial Emperors at the pinnacle, and no one from the Martial God Sect can compete with them.
Therefore, he could only deal with these backsliders for the Wushen Sect before they were no longer tolerated by heaven and earth.
Just when Nie Yuan was about to leave, Feng Hao quietly appeared beside Nie Yuan and pressed his hand on the latter's shoulder.
"You are tired..."
Feng Hao said softly.
He knew what Nie Yuan was thinking, and he wanted to burn his life to completely eliminate these powerful enemies for the Martial God Sect.
But after experiencing the battle just now, Feng Hao knew more clearly that Nie Yuan was at the end of his strength.
He is holding on.
After Nie Yuan heard Feng Hao's words, his body trembled slightly, then he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm not tired, I can still move..."
Saying that, Nie Yuan wanted to break away Lin Yu's hand on his shoulder, but Feng Hao raised his hand and knocked on Nie Yuan's back acupuncture point.
"you……"
Nie Yuan's first-grade Mortal Saint aura suddenly disappeared, then his eyes rolled up and he fainted.
"metropolitan……"
The surviving elders of the Martial God Sect said anxiously, and at the same time they were greatly shocked.
Feng Hao just knocked out the sect leader of a first-class mortal saint. What... is this?
They were second-level experts, and they probably knew that Nie Yuan was at the end of his strength, so they were still touched by Feng Hao's action.
However, they really couldn't understand how Feng Hao did it...
"Sect Master Nie is too tired. I let him fall asleep temporarily. I looked for a dragon vein spring and put him in it..."
Feng Hao handed Nie Yuan, who fell asleep, to Xuan Jizi, the elder of the inner sect, and gave instructions.
Perhaps because of the method Feng Hao showed just now, Xuanjizi took Nie Yuan in a daze and headed to the Dragon Vein Spring of the Martial God Sect without looking back.
At this time, all the surviving Martial God Sect disciples' eyes fell on Feng Hao.
The powerful foreign man who came from Earth with Feng Hao also looked at Feng Hao in confusion.
They knew that Feng Hao was a strong man invited by the Chinese high-level officials, similar to the instructors of the Chinese Dragon Group.
Originally, they wanted to provoke Feng Hao and test his cultivation, but after seeing that Feng Hao was able to talk to Nie Yuanping, their hearts collapsed long ago...
Obviously this guy named Feng Haoran... has a bit of a shadow of the Chinese God Feng Hao...
Long Bufan, the boss of the dragon group, also looked at Feng Hao blankly, even though Feng Hao had changed his appearance now.
But when he looked at Feng Hao's profile, it suddenly overlapped with the person in his memory...
"You said... Feng Haoran... would you just talk about that person?"
Long Bufan suddenly asked.
The four strong men of the dragon group around them were all more or less injured and stained with blood. After hearing Long Bufan's words, they all looked at Feng Hao...
Judging from the appearance, he is definitely not Feng Hao, but his profile seems to be somewhat similar... and the more he looks at it, the more he looks like him.
"It seems... it's really a bit like..." Long Feifan said absentmindedly.
If the Chinese people lack faith, then the appearance of Feng Hao has become the faith of Chinese monks and foreigners.
Because no one has ever been able to reach that level, walk with the gods, or even... kill the powerful gods from outside the territory.
More and more powerful people on Earth discovered this, and then they also heaved a sigh of relief.
Because Feng Hao is there, Wushen Sect should be able to protect it.
But everyone is just guessing and cannot be 100% sure that Feng Haoran is Feng Hao, but they still hope that Feng Haoran is Feng Hao...
Afterwards, the elders of the sect who survived the disaster began to arrange for their disciples to extinguish the fire, and at the same time issued instructions to rebuild the sect.
It's just that... the vitality of the Wushen Sect within a hundred-mile radius is a thorny problem.
This blood energy condenses like blood mist and does not disperse. If a warrior smells it in the past, he will be stung by the smell of blood and unable to open his eyes.
"This area of a hundred miles will become a dead land. It seems that the Martial God Sect is not suitable for rebuilding here..."
Some elders sighed.
It seems that these blood mist will not dissipate within a hundred years.
"Then do we still have room?"
A disciple asked.
To establish a sect, you need to choose a location with dragon veins, and the dragon veins in the Southern Region are all taken up by major sects.
No new dragon veins were born at all.
"There are seventeen sects to choose from, how come there is no room?"
Feng Hao suddenly said.
Feng Hao thought of everything Nie Yuan had done for the Martial God Sect, and he felt that since he was destined to the Martial God Sect, at this juncture, he would take action if he could.
It doesn't matter if you grab territory or something...
However, the elders and disciples of the Martial God Sect were so shocked that they were speechless when they heard Feng Hao's words.
According to Feng Hao, he is going to rob someone else's house.
Is this what is called treating others in their own way?
At this moment, more than ten monstrous energies suddenly emerged from the sky above the Martial God Sect, which had no energy fluctuations.
Everyone focused their gazes and looked towards the direction from which the energy was coming. Suddenly they saw a dozen figures coming across the void.
Everyone was shocked... their faces suddenly turned extremely pale.