God-slaughtering King

Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang held Shi Qian in their arms. At this time, Shi Qian looked dull, like a mentally retarded man, covered with blood and footprints, like a fat pig's head. Where else could he look like a genius of martial spirit.

"Good grandson, what's the matter with you!"

"Good disciple, is that bastard doing evil tricks on you?"

Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang are about to crack. They can't wait to use their soul power to explore the injury for Shi Qian.

Suddenly.

With a pop, a stench familiar to everyone came to their faces. Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang only felt that Shi Qian's back was wet and warm.

"Ah..."

After a short period of consternation, Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang uttered a terrible scream, and immediately used their spiritual power to fly Shi qianzhen out of their arms.

The two of them flew out, as well as the chair behind them and the big screen.

The strength of the strong in the Lingwu realm is more than enough.

Immediately, Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang quickly stood proudly, their old faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Father, are you crazy?"

Hong Tai panicked and rushed to his baby son.

Pooh

With the sticky hand feeling and the familiar and disgusting taste, Hong Tai also instantly made a sad cry and suddenly shook Shi Qian in his arms and the air around him out.

Dong

Shi Qian fell heavily in front of hundreds of disciples. A stench frightened everyone, subconsciously covering his nose and retreating.

"Nanmen Maple child, what did you do to my dry grandson?"

Hong Zhengyang couldn't bear it. He held his tiger fist and stepped onto the competition platform.

Tang's Tianjie Wuhun youth was captured before the war, and was wantonly beaten. He was forcibly beaten and became mentally retarded, and Wugu couldn't help it.

How can Hong Zhengyang not be angry?

"Hahaha... I just revealed the true face of your dry grandson. You should thank me!"

Nanmen Feng laughed happily and didn't take his killing intention to heart.

"Good, good!"

Hong Zhengyang said lukewarm and angry. He immediately gave a fist and was ready to kill Nanmen Maple himself.

"Old man, you've never seen Tianjie martial spirit!"

At this time, Nanmen Feng grinned again, "today, I'll show you!"

The dark moon is coming!

Boom

Nanmen Feng's arms stretched out, and the blood Epiphyllum on his forehead suddenly burst out a scarlet light, shining the whole attic like a sea of blood. Then, the dark moon's soul slowly took off, rising bigger and more strange.

"What kind of martial spirit is this? Why is it so strange?"

Hong Zhengyang looked obliquely at the dark moon rising slowly in the sky. He felt a strange smell, as if some powerful beast was awakening.

"Nanmen Maple child, he pretends to be a ghost. Go to hell!"

With a grim smile, Hong Zhengyang hit hard and hit the face door of Nanmen maple.

At this critical moment, a strange smile rose on Nanmen Maple's face, and with Nanmen Maple's smile, a powerful and extreme pressure was released from the huge black moon in the sky.

Shua

The powerful pressure, like a hurricane, permeated the whole attic in an instant, reaching the extreme.

Poof... Poop

All the disciples present, whether at the peak of naring realm or chemical weapons realm, were bent under the extreme pressure and had to kneel on both knees.

The elders such as Hong Tai, who had a slightly high level of cultivation, were also unable to resist this powerful pressure, but they gritted their teeth and insisted.

In the twinkling of an eye, there were only four people who were still calm.

Nanmen Feng, Hong Zhengyang, Duan Chongyang, and Wen Lianggong, the law enforcer.

Hong Zhengyang's fist stopped in front of Nanmen Feng's forehead. His eyes were about to crack and he stared at Nanmen Feng unbelievably.

Like him, there was Duan Chongyang. He unconsciously stepped on the stone floor under his feet, and his face was extremely white.

"Soul power... The representative of the martial soul of heaven level, the exclusive ability of the people of heaven!"

Wen Lianggong subconsciously clenched the long knife in his hand, with a thick color of shock on his face.

Above the pavilion.

Du Li stared at Nanmen Maple through the window and said to himself, "I should have thought of it..."

"Tianjie martial soul, you have Tianjie martial soul?"

"What about Shi Qian? What is his martial spirit?"

After the shock, Hong Zheng looked at the huge black moon in the sky. Suddenly, his facial features were ferocious and his anger erupted.

He?

"It's just a waste!"

Nanmen Feng sneered.

Wow

"No, it's impossible... It's impossible!"

Hong Zhengyang, his son and Duan Chongyang looked obliquely at Shi Qian, who was smelling in the distance. They held their head in their hands and were extremely unwilling to believe Nanmen Feng's words.

"Tianjie martial spirit, Nanmen maple is the real owner of Tianjie martial spirit."

"And Shi Qian is just a waste that is mistaken for genius!"

"How is this possible?"

"But now the soul power on the head is real!"

"This..."

The two messages exploded like bombs among many disciples. Each of them looked dull and couldn't speak in surprise.

"Whether you are a martial spirit of Tianjie or not, you will die today!"

With another ferocious roar, Hong Zhengyang urged Lingli for the third time to take the life of Nanmen maple.

Nanmenfeng has caused too much damage to the Hong family these days. Both sides have long been immortal.

If nanmenfeng is the owner of Tianjie martial spirit, he will have the ability to completely destroy the Hong family in the near future.

Such a time bomb must not be left. Nanmen Maple must die.

Nanmen Feng still smiled but didn't speak. Facing Hong Zhengyang's murder, he slowly carried up his arms.

"Old man Hong, have you had enough trouble for so long!"

With the sound like the bell in the morning and evening, thirty-four figures stepped into the air and instantly appeared behind the maple in the south gate.

At this moment, all the hall leaders of the thirty-six hall in zhenwumenwai mountain have arrived, without exception.

These people are either old, middle-aged, men or women, but everyone is staring at Nanmen maple. Their eyes are hot and greedy. They seem to be looking at a peerless treasure.

They had been looking at the appearance for a long time, and there was no reason to do it. At this time, the South Gate Maple showed its soul power, but it gave them a reason to show up.

Hong Zhengyang's face was as gloomy as ink, and he brushed all the people indifferently. He knew that the purpose of these people was to protect Nanmen maple, the son of the martial soul of Tianjie. However, this once again added Hong Zhengyang's heart of killing Nanmen maple.

Second son, never stay, absolutely!

Boom!

Hong Zhengyang's blow to heaven and earth, the strong one in Lingwu territory, is enough to destroy a mountain peak.

Shua Shua

Dong!

Thirty four people shot at the same time. Hong Zhengyang's thick palm was hard broken. His body exploded and retreated a few steps. Wow, he burst out blood.

"Elder martial brother Hong, you are also an elder of the sect. You know, I know, everyone knows..."

A lady in white in her forties said coldly, "you can't kill him today, and you can't touch him in the future... Otherwise, it will be you who will be destroyed!"

Another middle-aged man with a handsome posture stroked the hair temples hanging from his ears and said, "a disciple of Tianjie martial spirit represents not only glory, but also the future and hope of the sect. Even if the nine sect leaders gather here, they can't touch him at all."

"That's the rule!"

"No one can disobey the rules!"

Everyone looked stern and was expounding a fact.

"Good, good. You've joined forces against me. I admit it today!"

Hong Zhengyang was about to crack. He was so angry that his whole body trembled and suddenly brushed his sleeve and left.

But he also knew the importance of Tianjie martial soul disciples, and knew even more that with these people here today, he would never touch a hair of Nanmen maple.

Nanmen Feng turned to Hong Zhengyang's back and showed a cruel smile, "old Hong, go back and eat and drink raw, otherwise, you will regret it!"

Even without today's suffering, Nanmen Maple will never let go of the Hong family. With today's experience, Nanmen Maple's anger towards the Hong family burst to a new height again.

The Hong family will never die, and I will never stop!

Facing the provocation of the South Gate Maple warning, Hong Zhengyang's body paused for a moment, snorted in disdain again, and then strode towards the door.

Soul power has a time limit. All the kneeling disciples clenched their teeth and ran for their lives to follow Hong Zhengyang's footsteps.

Hong Tai's face was tangled. He didn't know whether to take Shi Qian away. After all, Shi Qian was his dry son.

But as soon as he smelled the stench on Shi Qian at this time, he spit in disgust, then brushed his sleeve and left bitterly.

The so-called father and son are just driven by interests. Once Shi Qian's real talent is exposed, no one will care about his life and death.

And following the troops to leave, there were several elders who restrained Du Li. They all looked frightened and subconsciously lowered their heads. They didn't want Nanmen Feng to see their looks clearly.

Du Li slowly appeared in front of the attic door and looked at the intact South Gate maple. He was relieved at last.

On the contrary, the remaining 34 hall leaders are still looking at Nanmen Maple with interest.

"The cultivation of the middle level of the Na spirit realm can easily defeat the peak of the Na spirit realm. It's so terrible. It's really worthy of being the martial soul of the heaven level!"

"With the help of one person, the Hong family has been turned upside down. It is worthy of being the soul of Tianjie martial arts!"

"He looks so beautiful and is naturally domineering. He is worthy of being the soul of heaven level martial arts!"

……

A group of hall leaders looked at Nanmen Maple from head to toe like seven aunts. Everyone's eyes were full of admiration. They wanted to open their mouth to let Nanmen Maple traitors worship under their door, but they were embarrassed to open their mouth because of their dignity.

Finally, nanmenfeng couldn't bear it and ran into the attic, and the group gradually faded.

Wen Lianggong retreated from his subordinates. Under the leadership of Du Li, he also entered the attic.

In the twinkling of an eye, there was only one person left in the huge and vast yard.

Day by day hall leader, Duan Chongyang!

At this time, Duan Chongyang was calm and cold like an ice cellar.

Only now did he realize that the person he had been trying hard to get rid of was actually the apprentice he had always dreamed of.

The word regret alone could not describe his mood.

Unfortunately, time can't go back. His hostile relationship with Nanmen Feng has been determined. He won't let Nanmen Feng live, and Nanmen Feng will surely take revenge on him.

……

In the attic.

"You little bastard, you're really hiding deep enough. It's clear that there is a heavenly martial spirit. Why don't you show it earlier so that I can worry about it..."

Du Li became angry and slapped Nanmen maple on the back.

"Poof..."