The powerful and invincible sight of this Holy Son made the ancient cultivators who were paying attention to the changes here feel slightly moved in their hearts.

They felt the overwhelming pressure on the Holy Son, and they felt the urge to kneel down and lick him.

But this situation did not last long. The powerful Holy Son suddenly seemed to be suffering from epilepsy, twitching all over, and lightning crackled on the surface of his body. It's like being chopped into pieces.

"What, what's going on?"

This Holy Son was handsome for only three seconds, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes. He raised his head, only to find that Feng Hao didn't know where he was. Time has arrived in front of him.

Feng Hao stretched out his hand and caught a bolt of lightning. The lightning randomly changed into various shapes in his hand, jumping for joy like a little baby held in the palm of his parents' hands.

The corners of the Son’s mouth twitched.

"You want to kill me to establish your authority?" Feng Hao said indifferently.

Gudong!

The Holy Son swallowed, and he suddenly realized... that he was totally wrong. The eighth-level strength was obviously not enough in front of Feng Hao.

Think about it, such a powerful little beast, killing the Holy Son is no different from killing chickens and sheep, how could it follow a weak chicken?

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding..."

The Holy Son's back was soaked with sweat, his hair was burnt by lightning, and he had a flattering look on his face. : "It's all the people from the Duanmu family who are instigating this. I, the Holy Son, have deeply realized my mistakes. I will leave now..."

　"..."

　Sir Zi's ​​performance shocked the ancient cultivators who were paying attention to the changes here, and their integrity fell to the ground.

This Holy Son had great power before, claiming that he wanted to kill Feng Hao with his men. Who knows how long it had just passed, but he himself was almost killed.

Feng Hao looked at the Holy Son with disdain, shook his head and said: "Why bother? You know that I will not be merciful..."

The Holy Son's body suddenly shook. Trembling, his face turned pale and he said: "How about I slap myself twice? It's because I'm a bitch and I said something I shouldn't have said..."

Pa! Snapped!

The Holy Son slapped himself twice very consciously, and the flattering look on his face became even stronger.

At the same time, his physical injuries finally recovered, and the long-lost pleasure came to his mind, making him unable to help but scream.

“The Holy Son behind the Duanmu family is really shameful!”

“Bah! I thought it was so great, but I didn’t expect it.It’s just a fox pretending to be a tiger, and the God Realm is nothing more than that. With the resources of the earth, we may not be able to reach their level..."

"Yes, the God Realm is involved in things on the earth, obviously. We are here for the great opportunity. If we grasp the opportunity, the world of gods will be nothing more than this. ”

The eyes of many ancient monks burst out with blazing divine light.

After hearing the words of the ancient monks, the Holy Son of the God Realm couldn’t help but smile. Hot, there is no other holy son in the God Realm who has mixed up like him.

But...who doesn't cherish his own life? If he suppressed Feng Hao and was beaten to death by a small ball, then He still has a good reputation. After his death, the Holy King may resurrect him and grant him a title.

But if he is killed by Feng Hao, let alone granting him a title, he may not even be a god. There are no tombs.

So, the best way is to temporarily save your life, keep the green hills, and don’t worry about running out of firewood. Isn’t this an old saying among people on earth?

That's quite good.

Plop!

The Holy Son knelt down directly on the top of the snow mountain, slapped himself hard twice, looked at Feng Hao and said: " Just think of me as a fart and let it go..."

"It's unfortunate, I don't have the habit of farting..."

Feng Hao looked at it with disappointment This Holy Son's eyes suddenly condensed, and his figure was like a bolt of lightning, passing by this Holy Son...

Uh!

The next moment, Holy Son Zi's ​​immortal body turned directly into red-hot dust. With a bang, it dissipated between heaven and earth with the wind.

The Qilin Arm in Feng Hao's hands has the power to destroy everything. , even the divine body cannot escape the fate of being destroyed into ashes.

…

Silence, when those ancient monks saw this scene, they all fell silent, and their hearts were once again filled with Feng Hao's status has been raised to another level.

The Holy Son, who has 80% strength, cannot withstand Feng Hao's punch.

At this moment, they no longer dare to Disloyal thoughts.

And those ancient monks who planned to go to the mountains to find opportunities did not dare to act rashly. After all, Zhao Yang had already conveyed Feng Hao’s will and was strictly prohibited from entering those places. The earth rising from the ground.

At the same time, the little ball is chasing the three holy sons, as if chasing in the void.

The three Holy Sons were like frightened birds, being chased by Little Ball. Every time Little Ball could have killed them, but deliberately kicked their butts and did not kill them immediately.

This kind of torture on the verge of life and death made them almost collapse, and tears of regret flowed from their eyes.

“It’s time to stop making trouble!” Feng Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Little Qiuqiu pursed his lips, a little unwilling to deal with just a few of the Holy Sons, but Feng Hao had spoken, so he had no choice but to do it.

The three saint sons were trembling all over, looking at the little ball with horrified faces...

In an instant, the claws of the little ball were chopping vegetables and melons, Then their powerful bodies were destroyed, and their heads were beaten to pieces without even having time to escape.

And the Fire Qilin, who was suppressed by the Holy Son, crawled out of the ground in disgrace at this moment, roaring angrily: "What about the guy who killed a thousand swords? I want to open his head. The gourd is used to hold the shit of this Holy Son."

Feng Hao couldn't help but hold his forehead, seriously doubting that surrendering the fire unicorn as a mount was his most failed decision since coming to earth.

"Let’s clean up the mess of the Duanmu family! By the way, from now on, this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain will be our dojo..."

The Holy Son is not dead yet, this matter That's not all, and Snow Dragon Snow Mountain is now a rare training ground. In Feng Hao's opinion, it can be used by him.

"Hmm!"

Little Qiuqiu also took a fancy to this holy land of cultivation, with joy in his eyes. He is used to living in big cities, and here in this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain There is nothing better than practicing in China.

So the group of people went directly into the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and Feng Hao directly broke the Duanmu family's formation.

This kind of formation is completely useless at this time. It is better to break it and then rearrange it.

When Feng Hao, Huo Qilin and Xiao Qiuqiu entered the holy land of the Duanmu family, what was waiting for them was the murderous intention of the dragnet.

With the help of several great saint sons, the Duanmu family actually completed most of the arrival of powerful men.

A young man with a heavy sword on his back stood in the void, and behind him stood more than a hundred strong men full of the aura of the powerful gods, staring at Feng Hao eagerly.

"Are you Feng Hao? The human monk who forced the Holy Son of Purple Flame to flee?"

The young man carrying the heavy sword said in a low voice, he stood there, There is no fluctuation of divine power in his body, but there is a pressure that cannot be ignored, as if he is the master.