Above the sky, Mu Yangqiu sneered: "Meng Haoran, are you kidding me?
If you ask me to reveal the chief helm of the Blood Moon Palace, wouldn't you be asking me to betray the palace owner?
I tell you frankly, if you go against the Palace Master, even you will die sooner or later!"
"At the end of the battle, speak out before you die.
Since you don't know what's going on, I can only send you on your way."
After Meng Haoran said that, he raised one hand and pressed his palm forward lightly!
The next moment, surging spiritual energy appeared from his palm, condensing into a huge white palm print in the air. Compared with this palm print, a bird more than 200 meters away became insignificant!
The next moment, a huge palm print struck Mu Yangqiu at a speed as fast as thunder!
This power is shocking!
Wherever the palm passes, the air is rapidly compressed, and the airflows collide with each other, making a crackling sonic boom sound.
The entire vast Beimang Mountain began to shake at this moment.
The huge mountain seemed to be sunk by this shocking palm!
Under Meng Haoran's transcendent strength, Mu Yangqiu was not even qualified to fight back. He groaned and fell from the sky.
And Mu Yangqiu's mount, the bird, was directly hit by that shocking palm, with a bang, it was beaten into a bloody mist, and a bloody rain fell.
Not even a complete piece of flesh and blood was left.
And just when Mu Yangqiu fell from the sky, an old and weak voice sounded in Han Jiulin's mind without any warning.
"Save, save...me..."
This voice seemed to be ringing in his ears.
Han Jiulin turned to look at Baili Xinghuo and asked, "What did you say?"
Baili Xinghuo was stunned for a moment when he heard this and replied: "I didn't say anything!"
The cultivation level of the two of them is quite high.
But the aura and pressure unleashed by Meng Haoran's shocking palm still made them feel helpless to contend.
Han Jiulin was sitting on the ground a little weak at this time, while Baili Xinghuo was much more unbearable than Han Jiulin and collapsed directly on the ground.
"Didn't Baili Xinghuo say that? Did the sound just now come from Mu Yangqiu?"
After Han Jiulin was stunned, he did not continue to think about this problem. Instead, he raised his head, stared at the huge dragon in the sky, and looked at Meng Haoran on the dragon's head.
Before, he had thought that when his cultivation level improved, he would force Qin Linxi to leave. If Meng Haoran stopped him, he would defeat Meng Haoran.
But now he realizes how big the gap is between himself and this Feihonghou!
At this time, Meng Haoran reached out and made a move, and the huge palm print turned into countless spiritual energy, which was sucked back into his body like a river.
He didn't even bother to look at the ground below, and slowly said: "Mu Yangqiu is dead, and the Blood Moon Palace has lost one of its generals.
Go to Beiman Mountain to split the helm and see if the battle over there is over."
The giant dragon seemed to understand his words, tore up the clouds, flapped its wings, and left quickly.
After the giant dragon left, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and stars shone down, as if nothing had happened in this world.
Baili Xinghuo was still lying on the ground, stunned by the shock.
The terrifying big handprint just now seemed to be imprinted on his heart, and he could never forget it.
Under the power of that big hand seal, everything in this world is so insignificant!
At this moment, he fully understood the power of the powerful king!
"I also want to become a divine dragon knight, and I also want to become a powerful king!"
For a long time, Baili Xinghuo's eyes burst out with bright light, and the dream of being strong in his heart was ignited again. His eyes were firm and he clenched his fists.
Han Jiulin glanced at Baili Xinghuo, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and after a moment of confusion, he cheered up.
His life has been bumpy and not smooth, but he still has a heart to become stronger!
He can become the strongest person on earth in China, and he will never lag behind others in Shenwu Continent!
Since if you are stronger, you can't take Qin Linxi away, then you should be stronger!
At this moment, both of them had the ambition to become stronger!
Han Jiulin and Baili Xinghuo found a place on Beimang Mountain and rested for the night before going down the mountain early the next morning.
When he left the Beimang Mountain area, Han Jiulin stopped and looked back at the huge mountains behind him, his expression slightly strange.
That old voice sounded in his ears again.
"Save me..."
This voice appeared in Han Jiulin's ears from time to time last night.
When he was about to leave Beimang Mountain, he became obviously hasty.
Baili Xinghuo couldn't hear the voice at all. He looked at Han Jiulin and asked, "Brother Han, where are you going next?"
Han Jiulin came to his senses and replied: "Yuxiang Manor, I live there."
Baili Xinghuo's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Brother Han, it turns out you live in Yuxiang Manor! Yuxiang Manor is one of the largest manors around Xiaotangshanji, occupying the richest land. Many residents around it have been killed by Yuxiang Manor.
The land of Xiang Manor is used to support it.”
After a pause, he asked curiously: "I heard that Yuxiang Manor is an property under the name of a certain prince. Is this true?"
Han Jiulin smiled faintly and was noncommittal.
He looked Baili Xinghuo up and down and asked: "If you want to increase your training speed and become a divine dragon knight, come to Yuxiang Manor to find me in two days! Maybe, I can make you stronger faster.
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Baili Xinghuo came from a clean background. He was the only friend he could talk to during the time he came to Shenwu Continent. Moreover, he was extremely talented in cultivation. It would be a pity if he practiced alone.
He is fully capable of helping Baili Xinghuo go faster and further in his cultivation.
When Baili Xinghuo heard this, his face became a little embarrassed, and he whispered: "Brother Han, to tell you the truth, I have owed Yuxiang Manor three years of annual payment, and several of the deacons in Yuxiang Manor know me.
I really don’t dare to go to Yuxiang Manor.
Otherwise, when they see me, they will definitely urge me to pay again.
The Yuxiang Manor family has a big business, and I can’t afford to offend them with my little arms and legs.”
Han Jiulin laughed and said: "You are now considered a rich man with a thousand taels of silver in your pocket, but you still can't afford to pay a mere annual salary?
Besides, it doesn’t matter if you don’t make friends with me. When you go, just tell me my name and say that you are my friend, Han Jiulin. I think no one in Yuxiang Manor would dare to embarrass you.”
Baili Xinghuo said in surprise: "Damn, Brother Han, are you so awesome?
What is your status in Yuxiang Manor?
Are you the son of the village owner?"
Han Jiulin smiled lightly and said, "The owner of Yuxiang Manor doesn't have a son yet."
The two completely left the confines of Beimang Mountain and walked together for a long time. It was not until noon that they parted ways on a main road. Han Jiulin returned to Yuxiang Manor, while Baili Xinghuo walked towards his home.
Han Jiulin went out early yesterday morning and stayed away all night. The housekeeper, deacon, maid, guard and others in Yuxiang Manor were all in a panic.
Everyone was afraid that something might happen to him!
Even early this morning, the housekeeper sent someone to report this matter to the palace.
Although Han Jiulin was not welcomed in Prince Qinglong's Mansion, he was the grandson of the old prince after all. If something happened to him, everyone in Yuxiang Manor would probably lose their heads.