Although the whole building was collapsing, Han Yang still sat on the chair with a golden sword in the middle.
Not only was he fine, but everything within a few feet around him was fine, as if the rubble and ruins had deliberately avoided him.
When he heard Han Yang call Xiao Jiuer, Fei Qian was a little confused, wondering who he was talking to.
The next moment, a petite figure in red suddenly appeared above the void next to the person who destroyed the building. The figure was as evil as a ghost.
The guy standing in the air didn't realize what was happening, but he still shouted carelessly: "From now on, I, the Moluo Domain, will take over the Tianhai Alliance! You bastards of the Xingxiu Sea..."
Snap!
As soon as I was halfway through speaking, I felt a chill on my neck, and a cold little hand pressed over me.
The man was suddenly frightened, and his facial muscles were distorted and deformed.
He was a second-level Martial Ancestor, and he was considered invincible in this holy city. But now someone suddenly touched his neck, and he almost lost his soul in fear.
boom!
He waved his hand and swung out a knife, intending to kill the person behind him.
Unexpectedly, a terrifying force came from his neck and penetrated his entire body, making his muscles instantly stiff and unable to move.
With a gentle grab of the small hand on his neck, the second-level Martial Ancestor was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.
When he hurriedly raised his head, he discovered that in the only room in the restaurant that was still intact, there was a young man in red sitting with his legs crossed and staring at him expressionlessly.
"You, who are you? How dare you attack me? I am from the Demonic Realm..."
Snap!
Xiao Jiuer slapped the guy on the back of the head.
The latter's forehead hit the ground with a loud bang, causing blood to flow from his scalp.
This time, he was finally frightened.
Only a high-level Martial Ancestor, or even a Martial Saint, could lift his weight so lightly that a fragile wooden board could smash his head.
"Moluo Realm wants to occupy the Tianhai Alliance, have you asked me yet?!"
When Han Yang was the God of War in his previous life, he was ruthless and full of evil spirit.
As soon as he opened his mouth at this time, the surrounding temperature dropped by dozens of degrees.
This unlucky warrior from the Demonic Realm had a layer of ice crystals forming on his body.
Such a miraculous method scared the unlucky warrior to the point of trembling all over. He knew that he had hit a steel plate today.
"Senior...Senior, our Demono Realm..."
Before the warrior could finish his sentence, Han Yang shook his head and interrupted him.
"Call someone!"
The cold tone made his body tremble.
Although the warrior of Mo Luoyu was very puzzled, he knew in his heart that if he dared to disobey the person in front of him, he would probably die. He hurriedly took out the transmission note and started to transmit the sound with shaking.
After half a stick of incense, an old man wearing special clothes from the Demonic Realm came from the air and glanced at Han Yang and the others with cold eyes.
"You are so bold, you dare to touch the people of my Moluo Realm, you simply don't know what is good or bad..."
puff!
Before he finished his sentence, Xiao Jiuer Bai Shengsheng's little hand had already passed through his chest, piercing his chest.
The old man stared blankly at the hand passing through his heart, and uttered two words: "Martial Saint..."
Xiao Jiuer waved his hand, threw the old man's body away, and then casually threw the old man's transmission note in front of the unlucky warrior.
"Call someone!"
She imitated Han Yang's cold tone and spoke, which really sounded a bit domineering.
If it weren't for the milky sound, it would be even more majestic.
The unlucky warrior had been frightened to death.
This old man is the strongest boss he can contact, the ninth-level Martial Ancestor!
As a result, after a face-to-face meeting, one move directly ripped out your heart?!
Not only that, this evil and powerful female warrior saint who is like a little girl is as obedient as a slave in front of the man in red robe who is sitting upright.
This feeling made him realize that he might have brought disaster to the Demonic Realm.
But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.
If he dares to refuse, the other party will definitely kill him.
In desperation, he had no choice but to pick up the old man's transmission talisman and send messages to several important people one by one.
Fei Qian on the side was also completely stunned.
Ninth level Martial Ancestor?
A ninth-level Martial Ancestor was actually killed instantly with one move.
Also, when the ninth-level Martial Ancestor was killed, he said the word "Martial Saint"?
With the Martial Saint as his servant, who is this very unfamiliar "Holy Son" of Xingxiu Sea...?
Time passes little by little while waiting.
Regardless of the money spent or the unlucky warrior, there is a feeling that every day is like a year.
After about a stick of incense passed by, a young figure appeared on the side of the void.
"Thousand Yuan Martial Saint!"
When the unlucky warrior saw the visitor, he couldn't help but look surprised.
Thousand Yuan Martial Saint, third level Martial Saint.
When he was in the realm of Martial Ancestor, he was once ranked first in the Demon Realm. In the future, he can be expected to be a sixth-level Martial Saint, and he can be regarded as one of the top experts with great strength.
After Qian Yuan Martial Saint appeared, he first glanced at the old man's body on the ground, and then looked at the unlucky warrior kneeling in front of Han Yang, his eyes gradually turned cold:
"You are so brave, you dare to kill people from my Moluo Realm? If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will be merciful and kill only a few of you, leaving your sect relatives alone!"
overbearing!
Cold-blooded!
This is the Demonic Sect, the Demonic Realm.
Even warriors from Manzhou have heard of the illustrious name of Moluo Domain.
Fei Qian has no doubt that this Thousand Yuan Martial Saint will definitely do what he says.
Xiao Jiuer raised his head and looked at Han Yang, waiting for the next instruction.
Han Yang stretched out his hand and touched Xiao Jiuer's head before speaking calmly: "I'll leave it to you."
"Um!"
Xiao Jiuer nodded happily.
She liked the feeling of killing for Han Yang very much.
The conversation between the two did not avoid other people, they just spoke openly in front of each other.
When Qian Yuan Martial Saint heard this, he couldn't help but became furious.
They have always been arrogant and domineering warriors from the Demonic Realm. When they arrived in a small place like Manzhou, they never thought that anyone would challenge them?
"Junior! You are finished, and all your relatives and sects are finished..."
Just as he spoke sadly, Xiao Jiuer, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress, suddenly disappeared like a stream of light.
"ah……"
A roar of pain came from Qianyuan Martial Saint's mouth.
He looked at his chest in horror... There, there was a small white hand piercing his chest, squeezing his beating heart.
How is that possible.
Qian Yuan Martial Saint's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Himself... But the former first-series genius, even the fourth and fifth-level Martial Saint, could not kill him so easily...
puff!
The heart bursts.
The broken body of Qianyuan Martial Saint fell from the void unwillingly.
Dead?
A dignified third-level martial saint was killed instantly.
The unlucky warrior who was kneeling remained silent, his whole body shaking like chaff.
It was only then that he realized how strong the two people in front of him really were.
A servant has the ability to instantly kill a third-level Martial Saint!
He is still a genius martial saint who once ranked first in the rank.
I am afraid that only a few heirs from the major sects have such strength and momentum.
Moluoyu really hit the steel plate.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and asked in a horrified voice: "You...are you from the Three Temples?"
When the five major sects came to Manzhou earlier, it was suspected that warriors from the three temples of the Western Continent Divine Continent appeared.
I am afraid that only mysterious sects like the Three Temples have the courage to wantonly massacre the talented warriors of the Demon Realm.
pity……
Han Yang and Xiao Jiuer just waited carelessly, not giving him an answer at all. However, after only five breaths passed after the death of Qianyuan Martial Saint, three more figures appeared directly in the sky above the ruins of the restaurant.
This time, the three people who came are all sixth-level martial saints!
However, the arrival of such three powerful men did not make the unlucky warrior feel at ease at all. He lowered his head and tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, wishing that he could be stuffed into the cracks in the ground.
The young man who was the leader of the three looked at Xiao Jiuer with indifferent eyes.
He could feel the murderous aura in Xiao Jiuer.
Qian Yuan Martial Saint died at the hands of this little girl.
"Tsk, tsk, he has the body of a zombie. No wonder he can easily kill a thousand yuan..."
After a while, greed appeared in the young man's eyes.
If zombies can be refined into puppets, they can even evolve into... high-level martial saints in the future!