Wang Hao looked at the young man in black robe, wearing an ancient costume, and his breath was as strong as a volcanic rock, emitting endless energy.
It seems that he is an ancient genius!
"Brothers, don't retreat. We have too many people. One person can drown Wang Xiaoyao with one mouthful of saliva." The young man in black robe's voice was plain, but it enveloped the audience, comforting everyone's emotions.
He has a strong leadership temperament, and after a few words, he has stabilized most of the people.
"I am Gu Zheng, the ancient sage son of Demon Valley. Everyone will follow me to capture and kill Wang Xiaoyao and seize the prototype of the imperial weapon." The young man in black robe smiled, his voice blew like a spring breeze, blew into everyone's hearts.
"It turns out that it is the ancient sage son of the Demon Valley, and it is him who killed me in a row with the twelve heroes of the world!" Du Lei was shocked.
"This guy is too shameless. The dignified Ancient Saint Son actually incited everyone to deal with the patriarch together." Wu Heishan said with contempt.
Wang Hao looked below without saying a word.
"Wang Xiaoyao is really nothing. I can compete with him alone. With you, I will definitely take him down." Gu Zheng smiled.
"Don't worry about the old killing saint. He is just establishing his authority against martial artists above the Spirit Transformation Realm. Even if we chop Wang Xiaoyao into meat paste, the old killing saint will not ask about it."
In the end, only more than one hundred people retreated fifty feet away, and most of them remained unmoved. As Gu Zheng said, there were so many of them that there was no need to be afraid of Wang Hao.
What's more, Gu Zheng is the ancient sage son of the Demon Valley. He is powerful and not inferior to Wang Xiaoyao!
"You guys who are not retreating are just planning to steal the prototype of the imperial soldier. I understand this way, right?" Wang Hao looked at the dense crowd below without expression.
"Not bad." Gu Zheng was wearing a black robe and stood in front of the crowd, as if he was the leader. The rest of the people didn't say anything and didn't move, which was a default.
"Damn, have you beasts all been eaten by dogs? You guys actually joined forces with Gu Tianjiao to deal with my patriarch. It's so shameless!"
"It's really a bunch of beasts, I even forgot the most basic morality. When Gu Tianjiao rode on your head and shitted and peed, why didn't you see you so united?"
"What's wrong with this world? He actually aimed his sword at his compatriots. Wang Xiaoyao is the hero of the world. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Du Lei and others shouted, and many of them lowered their heads. However, in order to seize the prototype of the imperial weapon, no one retreated.
"Okay," Wang Hao waved his hand, stopped Du Lei and others, and looked at the crowd with cold eyes. Since these people were going to snatch his silver spear, they were enemies.
He only has one word for the enemy: Kill!
"Let's go together. The ancient sage son of Zishan led the eight gods to kill him, and the ancient genius from Tianmo Ridge. If we step later, the embryonic form of the imperial weapon may fall into the hands of others." Gu Zheng said with a voice
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Everyone became a little anxious and burst into breath.
"Divine Arm Dragon and Snake Arrow!"
Wang Hao shouted softly, and his right arm seemed to turn into an angry dragon, which instantly expanded several times. A big red bow appeared in his hand, and two hideous dragon heads exuded an unparalleled murderous aura.
Whoosh!
Wang Hao showed no mercy and shot out an arrow, and the world suddenly changed color.
The blood-red magic arrow instantly landed in the crowd, and a row of people were shot through, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood filled the sky. A scream sounded in the field, as if it had turned into a purgatory on earth.
With just one shot, more than fifty people were shot and killed.
These people are not simple. If you dare to attack Wang Hao, you will at least be the best among martial arts practitioners and have confidence in your own strength. These fifty people are worth hundreds of ordinary martial arts practitioners.
"kill!"
Young martial arts practitioners who had ideas about the prototype of the imperial weapon rushed towards Wang Hao one after another.
"Wang Xiaoyao was killed!"
Gu Zheng took the lead and rushed to the front, like a black cloud, with a powerful aura covering the sky.
"Big Demon King's Fist!"
He shouted loudly, and a black aura burst out from all over his body, as terrifying as the abyss, as if the demon god had descended. What was even more amazing was that a phantom of a demon king appeared on his fist.
The devil's green face, fangs, red hair, and a pitch-black steel fork in his hand. He was actually the Yasha King, one of the five great devils!
"The ancient saint of the Demon Valley is indeed terrifying. The attack of one person covered everyone else." Wu Heishan was surprised.
"What is that green-faced and fanged monster? Why do I feel frightened?" Du Lei said with a serious look.
"It should be the Yasha King of the Demon Clan!"
Wang Hao snorted coldly, and a powerful murderous aura burst out in his heart. In the earth space, monsters are the mortal enemies of the human race!
boom!
Just like a pure-blooded golden crow possessed, Wang Hao stimulated his immortal golden body, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his body.