Xiao Qiuqiu seems to have a pair of eyes that can see through illusions. He has killed two saints in a row, which makes the remaining four saints feel heartbroken.

"It's too scary. Please report to the Holy King to find out where this guy came from and whether he is the Demon Saint from the Demon God Realm."

The Holy Son, who was able to escape only after the three Holy Sons worked together to protect him, was terrified at this moment.

If the Demon Saint comes, even if they have 80% of their strength, they will most likely 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 sandbag for the Holy King?

They just hope that... Xiao Qiuqiu must not be a certain demon saint king in 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 had fled. The corner of his mouth still raised the slight arc, confident but also with a hint of teasing.

"Feng Hao, what we want to challenge is you. If you have the ability to come at us, what is your ability to let this great friend of the Demon God Clan take action?"

A Saint Zi appeared from the void, his eyes like torches, staring at Feng Hao.

In his opinion, Feng Hao is a weakling, but he only found a backer as powerful as Xiao Qiuqiu so that he could sit calmly on a four-legged insect.

“I don’t know how high 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.

Being able to make a name for his clan of gods, what does it matter even if Xiao Qiuqiu kills him? At worst, in a critical moment, just imitate the Holy Son of Purple Flame 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 have no right to say how high the sky is or how thick the earth is! Only I Only the Gods are qualified to aspire to the throne, because I, the Gods, are the Son of Heaven!"

The man named Xiao had a chill in his eyes. He stretched out his hands, imagining that he was God and open to the creatures of the earth. Surrounded by kindness and generosity.

　“You are tired of living!”

Xiao Qiuqiu said in a deep voice, 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!"
< br />Little Qiuqiu looked at the shouting Holy Son with pity, then 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, very satisfied with his sensational methods, and said a few words , forcing Feng Hao to take action.

After they arrived before, they knew that Feng Hao had integrated the ancient Chinese monks with his strength.

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, will regain control of the earth and lay a good foundation for future opportunities.

Pfft!

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 knew very well how powerful Feng Hao was. 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.

"Huh?"

The Holy Son frowned, stared at Huo Qilin with an unkind expression, and said: "I will kill you later, in the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain The summit will cook you.”

Roar!

Fire Qilin was furious, his eyes erupted with angry fire, and his breath was filled with scorching heat waves.

It’s so irritating, this arrogant guy actually said he wanted to cook it.

"Master, I can't bear it, this is absolutely unbearable!"

Fire Qilin's eyes turned red instantly, and he ignored Feng Hao on his back and charged like a bull. To the Holy Son.

The whole body is surrounded by life, like a ball of sky fire, cutting through the sky with the pressure of destroying the world.

"A weak reptile!"

The Holy Son said softly, vertically tilted his body, and slammed down with a palm. In an instant, the filling material appeared out of thin air. He stretched out a huge palm and slammed the fire unicorn directly into the ground, unable to move.

Most of the sacred fire on his body was extinguished by the photo.

The strength of the Holy Son of the God Realm 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.

　“Haha! ”

After the Holy Son saw that the fire unicorn was easily suppressed by him with just a few tricks, an invincible pride arose spontaneously.

At this moment, he felt like a world The feeling of being in control.

So, the eyes he looked at Feng Hao became even colder, as if he was looking at a dying person.

At the same time, The events that happened in the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain attracted the attention of all the ancient monks in China.

Because the Holy Son who came to the Duanmu Yang family was so powerful, so powerful that they were all a little moved.
< br />After all, there is a powerful God Clan behind them. If the God Clan strong men come, they will be able to win more opportunities and resources for them.

Now the earth is no longer what it used to be. That kind of spiritual energy is exhausted, and it seems that he has returned to the age most suitable for practice.

“Feng Hao probably won’t survive. "

"Yes, the Holy Son who came to the Duanmu family this time is very terrifying, even the powerful Immortal Sect is 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 an existence 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 none of them showed up. They chose to wait and see what happens.

Under the background of great opportunities, their thoughts have also undergone great changes. If Feng Hao cannot show the strength to crush everything, they will make a new choice. Compromise to greater opportunities.

“Feng Hao, do you have anything to say? Kneel down now and acknowledge me as my Lord. I can accept you as one of my companions..."

The Holy Son was also full of energy at this moment, and his words were full of naked humiliation. He was interested, but before he finished speaking, he only felt his eyes blurred, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his abdomen. When he looked down, his pupils shrank like needles in an instant.

　"This..."< br />
The eyes of the Holy Son were full of fear, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He found that a big hole appeared in his body for no reason, and it was transparent from front to back.

But at this moment , but he couldn't see any trace of Feng Hao. Obviously, Feng Hao was the one who caused him such harm.

Fortunately, his strong strength allowed him to do it without hurting his vital parts. Under the circumstances, his life would not be lost, and his body would even recover a little bit.

However, the humiliation caused by the severe injury made the Holy Son feel extremely angry while being frightened. , admireTian Kuang 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 arrived.