Naturally, it is impossible for Mo Ling to beg Huo Yaoyi. If he were to beg a woman, then he would no longer have to be his holy son.
"Chu Feng, you are very good, I remember it!" Mo Ling said word by word, staring at Chu Feng. Those eyes became extremely scary, and the pupils were spinning crazily, which made people uncomfortable.
If he dared to look directly, the space around him became extremely oppressive. One can imagine how angry he felt at this time.
Chu Feng ignored Mo Ling's threat. He and Mo Ling had already formed a feud. If Mo Ling and others were not thrown here, it would lead to the anger of Sanqing Immortal Palace, and he would not care about their life or death at all.
At this time, people from other forces also stepped forward one after another and walked into the three divine lights.
"Wait a minute!" At this moment, two voices sounded almost at the same time. Everyone's eyes froze and they saw Han Miao and a disciple of the Sealed Heavenly Palace walking out at the same time. Both of their eyes fell on the person who spoke before.
The instigator.
The man was about to blend into the divine light, but was shocked by the sudden sound. His body stopped in place, and then he felt two cold eyes coming at him, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
Of course he knew what Han Miao and the Sealing Heavenly Palace disciple wanted to do, so he felt a little uneasy in his heart and subconsciously took half a step back.
"What's wrong?" Chu Feng noticed something unusual and looked at the disciple and asked.
"Holy Son, there are some people here who should not enter the divine light and should be killed." The disciple cupped his fists and said to Chu Feng.
"Huh?" Chu Feng raised his eyebrows. It seemed that something happened while he was away.
"What happened?" Chu Feng asked.
"Before, everyone was trying their best to support the defensive barrier. However, a few people not only refused to help themselves, but actually instigated others not to take action. They repeatedly mocked the disciples of the shrine in their words and even asked us to be buried here with him.
Extremely arrogant." The disciple spoke coldly, his eyes always locked on that person as he spoke, with murderous intent.
After hearing this, Chu Feng's eyes suddenly became sharper. He followed the disciple's gaze and finally landed on that person. He asked lightly: "Is it him?"
"It was this man who started it, and several others followed his example."
The man raised his head in fear, and met Chu Feng's eyes. When he saw the murderous intent in Chu Feng's eyes, his heart twitched violently, and an unparalleled fear quickly spread throughout his body.
They all softened.
What a terrifying person Chu Feng is, what will be the result if he knows this?
"I have never heard of anyone daring to mock the disciples of the Divine Palace, and you are the first." Chu Feng said to that person, his tone calm, as if it was just a normal conversation.
However, there was a strong oppression in the calm voice. The man was so frightened that he knelt down and his face was as pale as paper.
"Before, I was just obsessed for a moment and hoped that Brother Chu would be more open-minded. In the future, I will only obey Brother Chu's orders, no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it is!" The man hurriedly kowtowed to Chu Feng.
"Brother Chu, are you worthy?" Chu Feng said with a look of disdain, then looked at the people beside him and said calmly: "Since he has decided to be buried here, let's fulfill him and abolish his cultivation.
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"Yes." The Sealed Heavenly Palace disciple nodded, his eyes shooting at the man like a sharp sword. Finally, he could kill this man with his own hands.
"Leave it to me, others come." Another voice came. The disciple's expression condensed and his eyes turned. When he saw the figure walking out, he didn't say anything and walked towards the others.
Just because the figure who walked out was stronger than him, it was Han Miao.
Han Miao had long wanted to kill that man. If Mo Lishang hadn't stopped him, that man would have died long ago. Now it's time to end the matter.
This time, Mo Lishang didn't say anything to stop him, he just watched the scene calmly.
"No, don't kill me!"
Seeing Han Miao's approaching figure, the man's heart was raised to the extreme, his breathing seemed to have stagnated, his face was earth-colored, and his face was as pale as paper.
He had never thought that such a thing would happen. He originally thought that Mo Lishang and the others would die with him, so he was so reckless. But in the end, the arrival of Chu Feng and the others changed the fate of the others, but it did not change the fate of the others.
his.
He still couldn't escape death.
At the same time, the bodies of the people who had given up with that person were trembling with extreme fear. They were all talented people. It was not easy to cultivate to the Yuanhuang realm, but they lost their lives because of a momentary mistake. How sad and ridiculous.
Others looked at the expressions on the faces of these people, but there was no sympathy in their eyes. In the reincarnation of heaven, what they said must be fulfilled after all.
"Aren't you crazy? Why aren't you talking now?" Han Miao looked at the man with indifferent eyes. His pupils seemed to have turned into ice, like ice crystals. Just looking at him, the man felt a strange feeling.
The terrible cold invades the body, freezing everything, and the body is frozen.
"No, don't..." The man kept shaking his head, his eyes full of fear.
In an instant, layers of ice condensed on his body, and the terrifying chill gathered around him crazily, forming a terrifying storm vortex that was about to bury him in it.
Seeing that there was no hope of survival, the man went completely crazy. A cruel meaning flashed in his eyes, and a sharp breath bloomed from his body. There was a loud click, as if a spear shot out of the air like lightning.
Rushing out of the storm, it shot towards Han Miao's body like a silver stream of light.
"I don't know whether to live or die." Han Miao thought to himself, stretched out his palm, and the terrifying ice rules condensed in front of him, turning into a wall of ice, extremely strong.
With a loud noise, the silver gun hit the ice wall, and the silver gun broke directly in the middle. However, the ice wall remained motionless, still standing there firmly, as if it was indestructible.
"How could this happen?" The man's face changed drastically. With his peak strength at the third level of Emperor Yuan, he could not break through Han Miao's hastily assembled defense with a full blow.
"Death!" Han Miao shouted sharply and pointed out, and the ice storm around the man suddenly spun rapidly and penetrated the man's body like countless sharp blades.
At this moment, the look on the man's face suddenly froze, with the shocked look from the previous moment still on his face, his eyes wide open with strong unwillingness.
In the end, his body slowly fell backwards, but he did not die. Han Miao deliberately gave him a breath to let him suffer the pain of being buried in space.
"Such a strong strength." The crowd's eyes were all focused, and their hearts were filled with turmoil, as if their hearts were being violently bombarded.
Just one blow was enough to show how strong Han Miao was, and he was definitely someone who could not be provoked.
And Mo Lishang is the Holy Son of the Ice and Snow Palace, and his strength is even higher than Han Miao, how terrifying must he be?