Fang Yao was furious.

This Qing clan is simply unreasonable.

You know, they got this holy weapon by killing more than ten seventh world creatures.

But how hateful is this Qing tribe?

While they were fighting with the creatures of the Seventh Realm, they stood by and watched them go through bloody battles. They watched countless Phoenix clan members being in danger and being injured without caring.

But after they had just experienced a bloody battle and were severely weakened, they jumped out and asked them to hand over this holy weapon. Their words were frivolous and unspeakably arrogant.

That kind of posture was meant to bully him. The Phoenix Clan had just experienced a great war and their vitality had been severely damaged. There was no direct correlation between the strength of the two sides.

"Fang Yao, you can't take this holy weapon away, so keep it. Why die for a weapon?" Qing Hui sneered.

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

A Phoenix tribesman roared.

And murderous.

"Yeah?"

With a soft shout, the saint of the Qing tribe arrived. As soon as his eyes turned, he was like a scorching sun across the sky, shining so brightly that everyone here could not open their eyes.

The Saint of the Qing Clan took action and with one palm struck the Phoenix Clan member deep into the ground, causing smoke and dust to scatter everywhere.

"Hmph, even a mere Phoenix Clan dares to shout in front of our Qing Clan?"

This saint is very domineering. Pointing at the mountains and rivers, he floats in mid-air and dominates like this. This is because he is the only one here who is holy.

"Qingshan!" Fang Yao shouted.

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

But at this time, Fang Yao actually felt that Qingshan's life and death were uncertain. He could only feel the slight fluctuations of life, like a candle in the strong wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

"What's the ghost howling for? He's just a piece of trash, he'll die if he dies."

The saint of the Qing tribe sneered.

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

The Saint of Heavenly Virtue nodded, and then said: "They are just a bunch of trash. If we get rid of them earlier, it will be too late, so why waste time."

Qing Hui smiled and said nothing, but Fang Yao tensed up and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

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

Moreover, at this time, he was walking in the clouds, filled with holy power.

"Aren't you, the saint of the Qing tribe, afraid that I, the saint of the Phoenix tribe, would repay blood for blood if you attack a disciple of the Phoenix tribe?" Fang Yao shouted angrily.

"Haha, who can see me attacking you?"

The saint of heavenly virtue is still walking forward, and the pressure of the holy realm is getting stronger and stronger.

Fang Yao was anxious.

This is a saint.

Even if they had not experienced a life-and-death battle and were still at their peak, it was impossible for them to escape their lives, let alone now?

"Fierce!"

The holy power ignited three thousand feet, and in the eyes of Fang Yao and others, it was like a demon god as high as the sky appeared. At this time, the demon god raised his feet and fell down like a blue sky, intending to trample them all to death.

"slow!"

Fang Yao shouted sternly: "Sage of Heavenly Virtue, you have to think clearly. In our body, our consort's spiritual thoughts will not manifest, but he can sense everything we experience.

You should know the temperament of our clan's consort, if you dare to kill us, your Qing clan will definitely be slaughtered."

really!

The falling ‘blue sky’ held on.

But then, he became even more violent. Tiande smiled ferociously: "Lin Fan is just a mere sage, but he is still like an ant in front of me. It is simply ridiculous to use him to intimidate me."

Fang Yao was in despair, and the seven or eight Phoenix tribesmen were also in despair. They could only see the boundless holy power gathered into the soles of their feet and stamped hard on them.

Even death must be so humiliating.

Trampled to death by the sole of a foot!

"How ridiculous is it that a group of ants dare to threaten Tianlong? At this time, I will crush you all." Tian De said coldly and contemptuously.

The people of the Qing tribe laughed proudly, really wishing that they were Tiande and could trample all the Phoenix tribe members to death.

"boom!"

Big explosion in the sky!

A golden giant, thousands of times taller than Tiande's illusory body, came with the sun on his head and the stars on his feet.

The reason why there was a big explosion in the sky was because the golden giant also stepped on it and crushed Tiande's phantom body to pieces.

"ah……"

A cry that was too shrill to sound like a human howl came from Tiande's mouth.

"Lin Fan!"

This voice was mixed with fear, trembling, and despair.

Lin Fan came, but he came a little late because he killed some seventh world creatures and saved some Phoenix people on the way there.

"Crack!"

Lin Fan looked at Tiande coldly and slapped him across the face.

The saint of heavenly virtue had no power to fight back, and half of his head was smashed.

Tian De was just a saint. Lin Fan's crushing him to death was really no more difficult than crushing an ant to death.

"Consort."

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

The fists were clenched tightly.

They are not afraid of death.

But if someone tramples him to death.

That's so humiliating.

Lin Fan glanced at them, raised his hand, and took a picture of Qingshan that had been photographed underground. There was a chill in his eyes!

What a cruel old bastard.

This palm shattered Qingshan's vitality.

It can be said that if he had not arrived even a moment late, Qingshan would have died.

Leng Lie glanced at Tiande, and then, like threading a needle with his hands, he treated Qingshan and after setting his bones, he carefully swallowed seven or eight holy pills for him.

"He's fine, he just needs at least half a year of training."

Lin Fan spoke to Fang Yao.

Even if he took action, it would take Qingshan half a year to recover. One can only imagine how cruel this Tiande's action was.

Looking at Qing Hui, Qing Hui suddenly trembled: "Lin Fan, what are you going to do? You are a saint, if you attack us and other holy cultivators, you are not afraid that our Qing clan will retaliate with blood.

Blood?"

Lin Fan had a hint of mockery in his eyes and said, "Who knows?"

The expressions of Qing Hui and others changed drastically!

This sentence was once what they used to refute Fang Yao.

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

"Lin Fan, if you dare to attack us, aren't you afraid that the Four Saints of the Qing Clan will come to kill you?"

Tiande shouted angrily and roared.

"The Four Saints of the Qing Tribe? They are welcome to come and die." Lin Fan replied forcefully.

Moreover, he started to kill people. With just one palm, he beat Qinghui to pieces, making him so dead that he could no longer die.

"Roar!" Tiande roared angrily: "Lin Fan, you are risking the disdain of the world!"

"Really?" Lin Fan chuckled, but his killing movements didn't stop at all and were very slow: "Am I not imitating you?"

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

Lin Fan flicked his fingers and caused a tragic death for a Qing clan sub-sage. He looked back and chuckled: "Didn't you say that I am as weak as an ant in front of you? You can rush up and fight me to death."

Tiande’s face turned red!

That’s shyness!

How could he be Lin Fan's opponent?

It's not even enough for one slap.
Chapter completed!