Fang Yao was furious.

This Qing tribe is simply unreasonable.

You know, this holy soldier was only obtained after they killed more than a dozen creatures in the seventh realm.

But how hateful is this Qing clan?

While they were fighting with creatures in the seventh realm, they watched them on the wall, watched them experience bloody battles, and watched countless Phoenix tribesmen in danger or injury.

But after they had just experienced a bloody battle and were seriously injured, they jumped out and asked them to hand over this holy soldier, and their words were frivolous and indescribable.

That kind of attitude was to bully him. The Phoenix Clan had just experienced a great war and his vitality was greatly damaged. The strength of both sides was not proportional at all.

"Fang Yao, you can't take this holy soldier away, so stay. Why bother to die for a weapon?" Qinghui sneered.

"If you want a holy soldier, step over my body."

A Phoenix tribe roared.

And the murderous aura is extremely murderous.

"Yeah?"

With a light shout, the saint of the Qing clan came. As his eyes turned, it was like a scorching sun shining across the sky, making everyone here unable to open their eyes.

The saint of the Qing clan took action and slapped the Phoenix clan into deep underground with one palm, causing smoke and dust to splash here.

"Hmph, the Phoenix tribe dares to shout in front of my Qing tribe?"

This saint is very domineering. He pointed to the country and floated in the air and dominated the land like this, just because he is the only one here.

"Qingshan!" Fang Yao roared.

The Phoenix tribe who was photographed deep underground is named Qingshan.

But at this moment, Fang Yao actually felt that the life and death of Qingshan was unpredictable, and he could only sense that there was a slight ups and downs like a candlelight in the strong wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

"What is the ghost howling? Just a waste, he will die if he dies."

The saint of the Qing tribe sneered.

"Uncle Tiande Yao." Qinghui smiled and said hello to the saint.

The Saint of Heavenly De nodded and then said, "It's just a bunch of waste. It's too early to get rid of things, so why waste time?"

Qinghui smiled and didn't say anything, but Fang Yao tensed all over and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

Tiande glanced at him with contempt: "What do you think?"

Moreover, at this time he was strolling through the clouds, and the holy power was everywhere.

"You saint of the Qing clan attacked my saint of the Phoenix clan. Are you not afraid that my saint of the Phoenix clan will repay blood with blood?" Fang Yao shouted angrily.

"Haha, who can see this saint attacking you?"

The saint of heavenly virtue still strolled forward, and the sacred realm became more and more powerful.

Fang Yao was anxious.

This is a saint.

Even if they have not experienced a life-and-death battle and are still at their peak, they cannot escape their lives at their hands, let alone now?

"Raging!"

The holy power was ignited three thousand feet, and in the eyes of Fang Yao and others, it seemed like a demon god with a height of the sky appeared. At this time, the demon god raised his feet, capsizing like a blue sky, trying to trample all of them to death.

"slow!"

Fang Yao shouted shrillly: "Sage of Heavenly Destiny, you have to think clearly. However, although the divine thoughts of my son-in-law will not be manifested, he can sense everything we have experienced. You should know the temperament of our son-in-law. If you dare to kill us, your Qing clan will definitely be slaughtered."

really!

The overturned "Blue Sky" held on.

But then, he came even more violently, and Tiande smiled grimly: "My mere Lin Fan is not in the eyes of this saint. Even if he is still like an ant in front of this saint, it is ridiculous to want to use him to intimidate this saint."

Fang Yao was desperate, and the seven or eight Phoenix people were also desperate. They could only see the boundless holy power gathering into their feet and trampling them hard.

Even death is so humiliating.

He was trampled to death by one foot!

"How ridiculous is it that a group of ants dares to threaten Tianlong? At this time, kill you and others." Tiande spoke coldly and contemptuously.

The Qing clan members laughed proudly, wishing they were Tiande and stepped on all the Phoenix clan members here to death.

"boom!"

The sky exploded!

A golden giant, thousands of times taller than Tiande's illusion, came with a big sun above his head and stepped on the galaxy.

The reason for the explosion of the sky occurred was that the golden giant also stepped on and shattered Tiande's illusion.

"ah……"

The screams of sorrow that it was not as loud as a human howling came from Tiande's mouth.

"Lin Fan!"

This sound is mixed with fear, trembling and despair.

Lin Fan came, but he came a little late because he killed some creatures in the seventh realm and saved some people from the Phoenix tribe halfway through the journey.

"Bang!"

Lin Fan looked at Tiande coldly and slapped him out.

The saint of Heavenly Destiny had no power to fight back, and half of his head was beaten to pieces.

Tiande is just a saint. Lin Fan is really not that difficult than killing an ant.

"The Prince Consort."

Fang Yao and others cried and they knelt on the ground.

The fists were tightly pinching.

They are not afraid of death.

But if someone steps to death.

That's too humiliating.

Lin Fan glanced at them, raised his hand, and took Qingshan, who was photographed underground, and his eyes were cold at the moment!

What a cruel old mess.

This palm shattered the vitality of Qingshan.

It can be said that if he hadn't come even a moment later, Qingshan would have died.

Leng Lie glanced at Tiande, then threaded his hands into needles and threads. After treating Qingshan, he carefully swallowed seven or eight holy pills for him.

"He's fine, but it only needs at least half a year of cultivation."

Lin Fan spoke to Fang Yao.

Even if he takes action, it will take Qingshan half a year to recover. I think how cruel Tiande is to attack.

Looking at Qinghui, Qinghui shivered suddenly: "Lin Fan, what are you going to do? You are a saint. If you attack us, such as the saints, aren't you afraid that my Qing clan will repay blood with blood?"

A hint of mockery appeared in Lin Fan's eyes and said, "Who knows?"

Qinghui and others' faces changed drastically!

This sentence was once used by them to refute Fang Yao's words.

At this time, when Lin Fan returned them intact, they realized how desperate they were when they heard this sentence.

"Lin Fan, aren't you afraid that the Four Saints of the Green Clan will come to kill you?"

Tiande shouted angrily and was roaring.

"Four saints of the Qing clan? Welcome them to come and die." Lin Fan answered strongly.

Moreover, he started killing people, and just a palm, he slapped Qinghui into pieces and died so much that he could not die again.

"Roar!" Tiande roared in anger: "Lin Fan, you are taking the big fuss about the world!"

"Is that true?" Lin Fan chuckled, but the murderous moves were not stopping at all, and it was very slow: "Aren't I learning from you?"

"Lin Fan, you are looking for death!" Tiande yelled again.

Lin Fan blinked his finger and let a Qing clan's sub-saint die tragically. He looked back and chuckled, "Didn't you say I'm as weak as an ant in front of you? You can rush up and fight me out."

Tiande's face turned red!

That's shame!

Where could he be Lin Fan’s opponent?

Not enough to slap.
Chapter completed!