The Martial God Sect was very unwilling. The sect leader Nie Yuang had just received the opportunity of a first-class mortal saint, but he was about to fall into 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 Wushen Sect even sang loudly with red eyes, denounced the injustice of God.

The surviving disciples of the Wushen Sect were also infected, and they all swallowed up the heavens in unison. Heaven and earth are unkind...

When the sound reached the end, it penetrated the sky like a bell and a big plume, The disciples of the seventeen major sects who were stabbed fled in panic, and were extremely frightened.

"This is the Martial God Sect that I want to protect..."

After Nie Yuan heard the voices of the elders and disciples of the sect, he let out a loud roar, and thunder clouds were heard between the sky and the earth. roll.

Then his body turned into a bolt of lightning, directly killing all the seventeen sect disciples who were fleeing...

On this day, the Wushen Sect spread over a hundred miles. The blood energy is soaring to the sky, no living being can withstand the blood energy, and there is deathly silence.

　……

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 powerful men of the seventeen major sects... For the rest of my life, let my fire of life burn even hotter..."

Nie Yuan He knew that today he had killed hundreds of thousands of disciples from the seventeen major sects, and used tens of thousands of flying boats, and 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 in the Martial God Sect can compete with them.

So he could only deal with these backsliders for the Martial God Sect before they were no longer tolerated by heaven and earth.

Just when Nie Yuan was about to leave, Feng Hao quietly appeared next to Nie Yuan and pressed the latter's shoulder with one hand.

"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..."

With that said, 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.

"Sect Master..."

The surviving elders of the Martial God Sect said anxiously, and at the same time their hearts were shaken.

Feng Hao just knocked out the sect leader of a first-grade 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 was too tired, so I let him fall asleep temporarily. A dragon vein spring, put him in it..."

Feng Hao handed Nie Yuan, who had fallen 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

But at this time, The eyes of the surviving Martial God Sect disciples all fell on Feng Hao.

The foreign powerhouse 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 top management, similar to the instructor of the Chinese Dragon Group.

Originally, they wanted to provoke Feng Hao and test his cultivation, but after seeing Feng Hao being able to talk to Nie Yuanping, their hearts collapsed long ago...

Obviously, this guy named Feng Haoran...has a bit of the Chinese God Feng Hao...

The boss of the dragon group, Long Bufan, also looked at Feng Hao in confusion, although Feng Hao now Changed appearance.

But when he looked at Feng Haoran’s profile, it suddenly overlapped with the person in his memory...

"You think...Feng Haoran...could... 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, it is definitely not Feng Hao, but the profile seems to be somewhat similar...And the more you look at it, the more similar it becomes.

"It seems...it's really a bit like..." Long Feifan said in confusion.

If the Chinese people lack faith, then the emergence 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 was just guessing, and they were not 100% sure that Feng Haoran was Feng Hao, but they still expected that Feng Haoran was Feng Hao...

Later, after the disaster, Yu Sheng's sect elders 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 Wushen Sect’s vitality within a hundred-mile radius is a thorny problem.

This blood energy condenses like blood mist and does not disperse. Warriors who smelled it in the past would be stung by the smell of blood and unable to open their eyes.

"This area of ​​a hundred miles will become a dead land. It seems that the Wushen 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 occupied by major sects.

There is no new dragon vein 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 Wushen Sect. He felt that since he was destined to the Wushen Sect, at this juncture, he would take action if he could.

It doesn’t matter if you grab territory or something...

However, when the elders and disciples of the Martial God Sect heard Feng Hao’s words, they were shocked and speechless. Come.

From what Feng Hao said, he was going to rob someone else’s house.

Is this what is called treating others with their own treatment?

At this moment, more than ten monstrous energies suddenly emerged over the Martial God Sect, which had no energy fluctuations at first.

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.