Looking at the blood-colored palm that came to the front, Wang Qingfeng's eyes flashed with a cold color, and when he raised his palm, the void slapped the blood-colored palm from the void.

Burst!

Two forces collide.

The blood-colored palm was like a piece of foam, and it instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, and quickly disappeared into invisibility in the eyes of everyone who were puzzled and shocked.

Along with it, there is also a slightly stumbling figure of the empty space.

"Jie Ji, little monk, do you only have such a little strength? It's really disappointing to the old man!"

With one move, Wang Qingfeng smiled gloomily, and the luster in his eyes gradually became vicious, and there was a faint black gas floating on his face.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the donor would even be able to kill your descendants without hesitation, using evil magic to absorb the essence of the other party and replenish his own state, it is really cold-blooded to the extreme!"

Kongkong did not answer Wang Qingfeng's question, but stared at each other lightly with a pair of eyes, and said sonorously.

"Hehe, cold-blooded? The old man didn't feel that I was the ancestor of the Wang family, they should be ready to sacrifice for me at any time for my life and death, as long as I can live, I can pursue a higher level of martial arts, and then my Wang family will still stand at the top again and become a wealthy family!"

However, Wang Qingfeng expressed disdain for the empty words, thinking that all this was taken for granted, and he did not feel guilty at all.

Not only that, when the words fell, Wang Qingfeng casually threw the exhausted Wang Zhankun's body aside as if he were throwing garbage.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Qingfeng waved his big hand again, and Wang Gan on the other side was directly caught by him.

"Old ...... Old Ancestor, if you killed Zhan Kun, do you still want to kill me?"

Looking at Wang Qingfeng, who was holding him with a big hand, Wang Qian stared at the other party with a shocked face, and his voice was a little trembling when he spoke.

In the scene just now, Wang Qingfeng actually killed Wang Zhankun in order to protect himself, which Wang Qian did not expect and never thought about.

After all, he is Wang Qingfeng's descendant.

As the saying goes, tiger poison doesn't eat children, how could this Wang Qingfeng kill his descendants?

It's just that no matter how much he doesn't believe it, but the scene that is happening now, he can't help but not believe it, after all, his little life in front of him is already in the hands of Wang Qingfeng, as long as Wang Qingfeng's big hand is slightly forced, his little life may be explained here.

"Dedicate your life, the old man's cultivation will break through, aren't you willing to sacrifice for the old man and the Wang family?"

Listening to Wang Gan's words, Wang Qingfeng's body involuntarily straightened, and a pair of eyes widened, staring at each other in disbelief, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Ancestor, for you and for the sake of the Wang family, I am willing to sacrifice, but ...... But I am the current head of the Wang family, I can't die, once I die, the Wang family will definitely be in chaos, and you have to rely on me to manage them!"

Wang Gan swallowed his saliva fiercely, and said in a hurry, hoping that Wang Qingfeng could change his mind and never kill him.

And the only way he hopes that Wang Qingfeng will not kill him is to excuse himself from the fact that he is the current head of the Wang family.

"Don't worry, the old man has also been the head of the Wang family before, so he is very clear about this position, and after you die, I will personally support one person to be the head of the family among the descendants of the Wang family, and I will still lead the Wang family back to the top when the time comes, so you can sacrifice with peace of mind!"

Hearing Wang Kun's so-called reason, Wang Qingfeng smiled faintly and said indifferently.

The words fell, and before Wang Kun could speak, Wang Qingfeng grabbed the other party's big hand, which was already slightly forced, and his fingers sank deep into Wang Kun's neck.

Suddenly, Wang Zhen opened his mouth with an ugly face, and wanted to breathe in the air.

It's just that this is destined to be a luxury.

Poof!

A moment later, Wang Zhen's body fell weakly to the ground, his body dry like a dead branch that had lost its moisture and had been cut off from vitality for a long time.

And Wang Zhen's pair of eyes were still terrifying at this time, as if the eyeballs were about to jump out of their sockets.

With Wang Zhen's death, the momentum on Wang Qingfeng's body was also climbing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already recovered to the realm of the late stage of the transformation of the gods, and the powerful momentum slowly spread around.

Feeling Wang Qingfeng's breath at this time, everyone present couldn't help but be stunned.

Everyone here, including Wu Lao and the general, was also in a slightly fluctuating mood.

At this time, Wu Lao and the general were still attacking and defending, resisting the powerful phantom dragon of Bai Xiaofan's style.

During this period, though, a few gray dragons were killed intermittently.

But Bai Xiaofan's phantom dragon, how many gray dragons there are?

Even if there are dozens!

And the biggest headache for Wu Lao and the general is that after one dragon per hour, the power of this gray dragon seems to be much stronger than before, as if there is some unknown relationship in it.

Yes, the two of them were also given a headache by Bai Xiaofan's phantom dragon at this time, and they wasted a lot of energy.

Seeing that Wang Qingfeng used secret techniques, not only recovered from his injuries, but also recovered all his cultivation, and then returned to his heyday, the hearts of Wu Lao and the general were extremely unhappy.

It's just that at this time, due to Bai Xiaofan's obstruction, the two of them have no other way.

Otherwise, with the minds of these two people, it is absolutely not allowed to be on the scene, there are people stronger than them.

And Bai Xiaofan at this time also said that there was suffering.

The immortal yuan in the body is all used to urge this phantom dragon to maintain the existence of this trick.

At this moment, seeing the empty injury on top of the injury, but Wang Qingfeng is in a brave state, returning to the state of the province, and he is also powerless in his heart!

"Little monk, are you scared now? If you surrender on your knees, the old man can also consider letting you go, otherwise, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

Wang Qingfeng stared at the empty sky with a hideous face, like a big bad wolf staring at a little sheep.

It's no wonder that he is so arrogant, but at this time, he does have this arrogant capital.

"The donor's thinking is too good, the little monk will not kneel to the sky in this life, he will not kneel to the ground, even the Buddha and the little monk will not kneel, how can he kneel to you?"

Kongkong smiled faintly, looking at Wang Qingfeng in front of him, and there were not too many emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

You've recovered from your injuries, so what?

How can emptiness be threatened by any random person?

Looking at Wang Qingfeng in front of him, his face was as calm as water.

(End of chapter)