Burst!

This time, the Holy Son of Jixia who was hit, his body flew upside down, fell from the heavenly dome, and smashed heavily into the mountains and rivers in the depths of Wanyuan.

Silence in all directions!

Seeing the contemporary Holy Son of Jixia Cave Heaven, he smashed into the depths of the earth below with a brisk and neat slam, the earth trembled, and the void roared.

For a while, many warriors couldn't react at all, and they lost their voices one by one, not knowing how to say.

As a Terran warrior who is begging for a living in the western land of the Terran and the world of Guiru, how can he not be clear about the Jixia Cave Heaven that shrouds the vast starry sky above this heaven and earth.

The Holy Son of Jixia, who inherited the position of the Holy Son of Dongtian three thousand years ago, has already stepped out of the realm of kings according to rumors, and is enough to rank among the existence of the true Heavenly Powerhouse sequence.

Here, I was beaten up in front of everyone, and I was beaten up without a backhand.

Even the Holy Armor and Holy Sword of the Sons handed down by the Ancestors of Jixia Cave Heaven were broken, and the supreme spells of these two great inheritances, known as Jixia Cave Heaven, were all broken like this, which was really difficult for people to react to.

What the!

However, what surprised them even more was that the Holy Son of Jixia who was knocked away, Qingyang Huan still didn't seem to have the intention of letting him go.

"Holy Son!"

"Stop!"

"What are you doing, you really want to be the enemy of my Jixia Cave Heaven!"

In the fortress of war, many descendants of hundreds of families watched Qingyang Huan step down from the sky and enter the depths of the shattered earth, and shot at the Holy Son again, roaring angrily.

Standing on the ground, Qingyanghuan turned his head to look back, and his eyes swept coldly over the figure on the war fortress.

"Whoever moves, who dies!"

The cold words turned into the coldest weapons, and the heirs of the hundreds of families who were shouting in an instant were like dumb one by one, and the words were stuck in their throats.

Don't dare to move!

After all, the Holy Son is not Qingyang Huan's opponent, wouldn't they be delivering food when they made a move, and the mud was still piled up there, so don't make trouble for the Holy Son.

Very intuitively, the descendants of the princes closed their mouths and suppressed the qi in their bodies.

Rumble!

Qing Yang Huan fell straight down the crack in the earth, stepping on the body of the Holy Son of Jixia, which immediately made the pupils of Han Tian's eyes tighten suddenly.

The burst of power caused the earth to shake again, as if an earthquake had shook, and the earth shook.

For a while, the entire world of Wanyuan was quiet!

This kind of momentum is really too frightening, the human race Haobo is really unscrupulous, is he really not afraid of revenge from the cave.

Looking down at Han Tian condescendingly, Qingyang Huan's expression was flat, on the other hand, Han Tian's eyes were full of anger, anger was intertwined, and he coughed up blood.

The Holy Armor Holy Sword derived from him was all shattered, and the battle body was completely destroyed due to the invasion of the Heavenly Dao, and at this moment, the battle body was almost on the verge of collapse.

"You ......"

The anger was rampant, and he was trampled underfoot, the anger in Han Tian's heart can be imagined, Qing Yanghuan's big feet stepped on his body, crushing him in the dust.

"You don't deserve it, believe it now. ”

Qing Yanghuan squinted his eyes and spoke again.

"If you want to humiliate me, you can kill me, but you can't kill me. ”

Unable to hold back a mouthful of blood and spit out again, Han Tian's expression changed several times, gritted his teeth and said hatefully, as the suppressed party, it seemed that everything was a joke.

Seeing Han Tian's expression, the light in Qing Yanghuan's eyes became more and more indifferent, a wisp of purple light flickered at the center of his eyebrows, and then the pupils of his eyes turned purple again.

"Jixia Dongtian should not be humiliated, this is a matter of my Jixia Dongtian and the Jinpeng Emperor Clan, you shouldn't meddle in it, it's too late to stop now. ”

Qing Yanghuan's eyes made Han Tian very uncomfortable, he had always looked down on others with this kind of eyes, and he never thought that one day he would become the object of condescending eyes from others.

This change of identity made him very uncomfortable, and this change made him very unwilling.

Call~~

However, the next moment, Qing Yanghuan exhaled lightly, and his foot was taken off Han Tian's body.

"You ......"

"Peng Wanli and I are senior brothers, and I can naturally take action in the affairs of the Jinpeng Emperor Clan. ”

Staring at Han Tian, before he could react from the relationship between the Jinpeng Emperor clan and himself, Qingyang Huan spoke up again.

"Jixia Cave Heaven?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the disdain in his smile made Han Tian almost rush to the top of his blood, which made him feel even more ashamed than he had humiliated him before.

Qingyang Huan not only humiliated him, but also humiliated his teacher!

"Don't be humiliated by the cave, don't think that you can do whatever you want with the honor of Haobo!"

"Humiliation?"

Qingyang Huan's eyes flowed, staring at Han Tian.

"If you think it's humiliating, then take it as such, Jixia Dongtian wants to get it back, and I'll continue. ”

The words fell, and Qing Yanghuan looked down at the Holy Son of the Cave Heaven.

"I, Terran Haobo Qingyang Huan!"

"It's not just that you're not worthy!"

"It's also talking about the whole Jixia Cave Heaven!"

When the words fell, Qing Yanghuan stepped out of the big crack, not making a move, nor caring about Han Tian behind him.

"If you don't accept it, come to war!"

Burst!

"You!"

The indifferent voice came into his ears, Han Tian coughed up blood, and the huge waves in his spiritual world were stirred, and he was angry above his head, eager to kill the figure in front of him.

"What did you do to me!"

However, in an instant, the look in Han Tian's eyes was filled with another horror, and a strong aura of tolerance burst out from his body.

Swept out of the limbs and hundreds of bones of the whole body, like a trickle converging into a great river, the blood and qi of the whole body gradually assimilated into a chaotic state under this breath.

The blood power of the whole body is like a pulp, and the viscosity is not separated.

He couldn't control his Dao and flesh qi at all.

Although he is seriously injured at the moment, he can naturally return to his peak after recuperation.

However, right now, Qingyang Huan imprisoned his blood and Dao Law, and his strength was gone.

He did not believe in evil and controlled the magic again, re-condensed the holy law of the sons, and a desolate aura permeated, but in just an instant, the aura of embracing the mixed elements burst out from his body, cutting off the spell he had condensed.

"You know, the ban is self-opening!"

After a few breaths, Qing Yanghuan's voice was like a thin thread, passing down the void to his ears.

"What?"

Qing Yanghuan, who walked out of the crack in the earth, didn't care about Han Tian's reaction.

In the end, he still didn't hurt the killer, and his heart relented?

He didn't think to himself, the cave was too rotten, but the towering tree was crooked, and the roots were not appeased, even if the branches were cleared, the sprouts that grew back were still crooked.

It's better to see if you can prune it, after all, the tree can't be straight if it is not repaired, this is the old saying.

The glory of the Hundred Saints has passed too long, so far that it is difficult for later generations to bathe in the light of the past, and they have only imprinted the general god form, but they do not understand the will of the sages, which is plausible.

Of course, these were unthinkable with his thoughts, and when the Holy Son derived the Hundred Saints of the Sons under the Divine Son, it triggered the general trend of luck in his body.

At that moment, he got a trace of enlightenment from the great humanity and luck.

It was also this hint of enlightenment that allowed him to capture a wisp of the ancestor of the Suiren clan from the hundred saints of the Holy Son of Jixia.

......

Seeing Qingyang Huan come out of the sinkhole, the Quartet martial artist stretched his neck and stared at him.

After more than ten breaths, the Holy Son also walked out, his appearance was not very good-looking, he was covered in blood, his face was swollen, his eye sockets were shattered, and his breath was decayed to the extreme, very embarrassed.

"Today's events, remember them!"

Han Tian staggered to his feet, and with the help of the strength of his physical battle body, he returned to the war fortress.

"If you don't accept it, come to war!"

For such cruel words, Qingyang Huan still looked indifferent, waved his hand and said, and walked towards the rooftop of the imperial city.