A cold light passed by, and a ferocious head flew into the air. Black and extremely smelly blood spurted out. The waving long pliers stopped, and the dozens of meters long body fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.
.
"call!..."
Looking at the black scorpion that was no longer moving, Feng Hao took a long breath. His purple eyes swept over the extremely broken body of the black scorpion. After confirming that there was no trace of life, he lowered his figure and came to the ferocious scorpion.
Next to his head, he held the God-killing Sword and made a slash. The hard head was directly cut in half. A dark magic crystal rolled out. He sucked it with his hand and was held by Feng Hao.
Feeling the burning magic crystal in his hand, Feng Hao's mouth curved slightly.
The credit for being able to kill the Black Scorpion this time was all due to the God-killing Sword. If it weren't for its peerless sharpness, Feng Hao would never have been able to break through the Black Scorpion's defense.
"Angry!..."
As if sensing Feng Hao's psychology, the God-killing Sword trembled slightly and made a crisp sound, as if asking for credit from Feng Hao.
"I know you can do it, okay?"
Feng Hao praised helplessly, and then the God-killing Sword fell silent.
"Buzz!..."
At this moment, a buzzing sound resounded throughout the world, and the surrounding space became distorted. A vast momentum slowly spread, making Feng Hao's face, which was already relaxed, become solemn again.
"Tsk!"
With a sound of breaking through the air, the twisted space naturally opened, and an old figure walked out of the darkness.
The old man is dressed in a loose cloth, with white hair and beard, and tall sword eyebrows, standing like two peerless holy weapons, exuding endless pressure, and a pair of eyes, shining brightly, like two stars, deep and boundless, gnawing at the heart.
,stern face,
The momentum is unparalleled, just like a god coming from ancient times. Wherever it goes, the earth sinks, collapses thousands of feet, and there is no bottom. The sky is turbulent, with constant vibrations. It is so majestic that people can't help but look at it.
The mentality of kneeling and worshiping arises.
"cocoa!"
Feng Hao trembled all over, his shoulders felt like a hundred thousand mountains were pressing down on him, his bones all over his body exploded, and his whole body seemed to be about to fall apart, and his eyes were filled with panic.
"Could it be...the Great Sage Zhantian?!"
Looking at the old man walking slowly, Feng Hao's heart trembled.
This old man is the person who is said to be the most powerful person in the ancient times. He is also the only person recorded in the history books who can survive even after taking a move from the Great Emperor!
The Great Sage Zhan Tian did not speak, and looked at Feng Hao with cold eyes. He slowly raised his arm and stretched out a finger. Suddenly, the boundless fighting spirit swept wildly, like a stormy sea, the sky was filled with shock and darkness,
The surrounding scorching desert is also like a glacier, biting and cold.
"die!"
A voice that was indifferent to everything and without any emotion came out from the mouth of the Great Sage Zhan Tian. With just one finger, a vast and monstrous fighting intent burst out. Pieces of the earth shattered and collapsed, and the boundless fighting intent was directed at Feng Hao.
"This is not an illusion!"
Feeling the bones that were almost deformed under the pressure of fighting spirit, Feng Hao was shocked, the power of that finger was approaching.
"Qilin Arm!"
With a thought in his mind, the Qilin Arm appeared instantly. He held the imperial weapon in his hand, and his eyes were filled with blazing intent, like two wisps of monstrous flames. He straightened his waist and boundless fighting spirit burst out, "Fight!"
The only way to retreat is to die. Under the hands of this great sage who is almost a god, he has no chance of survival. So, the only option is to fight!
Even if it means death, we must fight!
"Thunder Slash!"
Feng Hao mobilized all the energy he could, condensed it all with the raging fighting spirit in his heart, and unleashed his strongest attack to face that shocking finger.
Even if it means death, he is willing to do so!
"Boom!..."
The boundless power, colliding together, was like ants shaking a tree. The unparalleled fighting spirit of the Great Sage Zhan Tian directly destroyed Feng Hao's blow, and the aftermath was endless, directly swallowing Feng Hao...
"Are you going to die?"
War intent swept through him, and Feng Hao could feel his body cracking and his bones shattering. Then, his eyes became bright...
"hehe!"
A rather gentle laughter sounded in Feng Hao's ears. He was slightly startled, and then he opened his eyes. What he saw in front of him made him speechless.
Between the mountains and flowing water, mist is lingering, and various ancient trees and exotic flowers are dotted everywhere. An antique pavilion is located next to the waterfall that looks like the Milky Way falling in the sky. Inside, an old man with white hair and beard is sitting there, leisurely swimming.
Zai tasted the tea in his hand, with a look of satisfaction between his brows.
This person seems to be the old man who appeared in the desert just now and is suspected to be the Great Sage Zhan Tian!
"Come here."
The old man glanced at Feng Hao and waved to him.
"good!"
Feng Hao was overjoyed, walked over quickly, stood in front of the old man, and bowed his hands respectfully, "Boy Feng Hao, meet Senior Zhan Tian!"
"Feng Hao..."
The Great Sage Zhantian narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Feng Hao up and down. His eyes were shining like a pair of heavenly eyes, capable of detecting everything. "Not bad boy, your potential is the highest I have ever seen."
He nodded with slight satisfaction.
"I'm ashamed, kid, but I have to thank my senior for keeping his hand!"
Feng Hao had a bitter smile on his face and his words were bitter.
If the Great Sage Zhan Tian had not held back, with just one finger, his spirit and soul could be destroyed and he would cease to exist.
"You still call me senior?"
The Great Sage Zhan Tian raised his eyebrows.
"Um?"
Feng Hao was startled for a moment, then ecstasy surged in his heart, "Master!"
"Um."
The Great Sage Zhantian nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the stone chair in front of him, "Sit down and talk."
"yes!"
Feng Hao's face was filled with joy, and he couldn't help but shake his body a little, and sat down.
"Haha, good! Strength, defense, and fighting spirit are all top-notch. Such potential is no less than what I was back then!"
The eyes of the Great Sage Zhantian shone brightly, and the more he looked at the young man in front of him, the more satisfied he felt.
"Boy, do you know how many years I have been waiting for you, the inheritor?"
"have no idea."
Feng Hao shook his head. He had only heard Yan Qing mention that this Great Sage of War was from the ancient times. It was impossible to verify the exact age.
"I have been trying to choose someone who can inherit my Heavenly War Technique for 16.72 million years!"
The Great Sage Zhan Tian showed emotion on his face and spoke slowly.
Ever since he was alive, he had planned to choose a successor to pass on his Zhan Tian Jue, but he had never met the right person...
So, he hardened his heart and forged everything in the Zhantian Ancient Tomb, just to choose someone who could fit his mantle!~
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