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Chapter 237 The Road to Conferring the Gods, Reveal!

However, while they were shocked, it didn't affect Feng Yuxiu's action. As long as he caught someone, he would slap him with a palm. Those who reacted quickly staggered their vital parts to escape.

And those people with low strength and slow reaction were either caught by someone to block them from Yuxiu's palm, or they were directly slapped to death.

"The whole body is full of flaws. Don't take it too easy. Now that I think about it, I ran away. Why did I go there just now? It's typical not to cry when you don't see the coffin."

Feng Yuxiu looked at some people running around, and said indifferently, but he didn't chase them, he just bombarded and killed the people around him.

In just a few breaths, dozens of people had already died in Feng Yuxiu's hands, and very few were able to escape from his hands.

"I have to say, I was mistaken, you are indeed very strong."

At this time, a young man suddenly appeared and blocked Feng Yuxiu's attack.

"you?"

Feng Yuxiu slapped the attacking sword with his palm, and at the same time withdrew, looking suspiciously at the young man not far away.

I saw him wearing a dark gray brocade robe, with unruly hair, and under his brows were blazing eyes, with a solid figure, holding a sword that gleamed coldly in front of Feng Yuxiu.

"What's wrong with me? Is there a problem."

The young man raised the sword in his hand and said with a smile.

"Hehe, this isn't what it used to be. Are you still used to using someone else's body?"

Feng Yuxiu looked at him for a while, then laughed.

"Fortunately, I feel that this body is not bad, but I like your body more in comparison."

The young man looked at Feng Yuxiu with deep eyes, without concealing his purpose, as if he had a chance to win.

"Want my body? Then it depends on how much strength you, the primordial spirit who has been sleeping for so long, still have."

"Tornado!"

Feng Yuxiu summoned the glove hidden in his hand slightly with his mind, and attacked the young man.

The golden glove shone blindingly, and it directly hit the sword in his hand with terrifying force.

With a crisp sound, the sword in the young man's hand was directly broken by Feng Yuxiu's punch.

The fist that had broken the sword continued unabated, and struck the young man's body again.

"Your gloves are interesting, and I also like them, but these will be mine in the near future."

"Phantom of Thousand Gods!"

When Feng Yuxiu's fist was [-]cm away from his body, his body instantly disappeared into the air.

When it reappeared, it was already hundreds of meters away from Feng Yuxiu.

"With this little strength, you still want to take me away? You are probably dreaming."

Feng Yuxiu looked at the young man who coveted his body with a chuckle, and said.

"That's hard to say. What if I succeed? One must have a dream."

The young man was not shocked at all by Feng Yuxiu's unleashed strength.

Instead, he said: "Which one of you can help the old man get his body, and the treasures on him will belong to you after you get it. I only want his body."

A man who looks like a young man calls himself an old man, which makes people feel a strange feeling.

A person suddenly said: "There is no basis for what you say. What if you go back on your word? We are not stupid."

"The old man never lied. Think about it, if I hadn't blocked him just now, you would already be dead."

"If you want the treasures on his body, come and help me. If you don't help me and return the things in his hands, don't blame me for being cruel."

The young man glanced coldly at the group of people behind him, and said in a threatening tone.

The implication is that if you don't help me, I will turn around and leave, and you will be the ones who will die then.

"Do you really think that an old guy who can only see the light of day after taking away others can survive? You are too naive."

Feng Yuxiu looked at the group of people gradually standing behind the young man, and sneered.

He suddenly shouted: "The Palace of the God of War! The road to conferring the gods!"

Immediately afterwards, the God of War Palace under Feng Yuxiu appeared in the air instantly, and a road about several kilometers long was projected on the ground.

Those who were originally floating in the air suddenly felt a thick layer of shackles on their bodies, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Those with low cultivation bases couldn't even resist, and fell directly to the ground, with a mouthful of blood spurting out of their mouths.

"What is this!"

Everyone who fell to the ground panicked and shouted loudly.

This was the first hurdle for Feng Yuxiu when he accepted the inheritance. Of course, it was not as stressful as when he left. After all, it was just a projection.

"What's the use of having too many people? It's not the same ending. A person who can see the light of day only by taking away others is not a good person after all."

"You can simply sleep here forever, so you don't have to go out and cause harm to the world, what do you think?"

"The road to conferring the gods, Qi!"

Feng Yuxiu quickly pinched the fingerprints with his ten fingers, and as the fingerprints floated towards the God of War Palace, the road below gradually changed.

The bodies of the people below seemed to be pushed forward by a pair of invisible hands, and they kept walking forward, but the further they moved forward, the greater the pressure on their bodies.

Some people were crushed by the powerful pressure on the road to conferring gods before taking a few steps, and their bodies and primordial spirits were directly crushed.

The strange thing is that they didn't leave any traces after their deaths. Whether it was flesh or soul fragments, they were all absorbed by the God of War Palace above.

Seeing this scene, everyone on the road to conferred gods began to panic, even that young man was no exception.

And the people who didn't stand behind the young man looked at the hundreds of people struggling below, and they were also secretly thankful.

"Let me go, it's my blindness that provoked you, please let me go."

As the minutes passed, he watched the people around him die one by one.

The young man also began to beg for mercy, because his body was gradually showing signs of collapse.

The confident look just now had long since disappeared, and he looked up at Feng Yuxiu in the air with fear on his face.

"childish."

Feng Yuxiu glanced coldly at the young man and the few dozen people around him, and then said, "Death here is your final destination."

"Is there really no room for negotiation? I can give you martial arts, emperor-level or world-level ones. You can also give you cultivation resources."

The young man wanted to stop his progress, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.

Even if he doesn't move his legs, there will be an invisible force pushing his body forcibly, if he falls down, he will die directly.

"Are you really naive when you say you are naive? It's really a waste of life at such an old age."

In the past, Feng Yuxiu might have been moved by his heart, but now he has accepted the inheritance of the God of War.

As long as he has enough strength, what kind of martial arts he wants, and they all fit him very well, not to mention the cultivation resources.

"In that case, let's wait and see, I will take revenge in the future, I will remember you!"

The young man stared at Feng Yuxiu with a gloomy expression, then shouted in a low voice: "Shadow bite, blood escape!"

Immediately afterwards, a black aura emanated from him, and soon covered the entire road to conferring gods.

"It actually let him escape, what is that breath?"

After a few breaths, the black breath dissipated. The young man had long since disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

"After all, my strength is still a bit low, otherwise how could he escape with his broken soul."

Feng Yuxiu put away the God of War Palace with a wave of his hand, and the road to the gods below disappeared.

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(End of this chapter)