Fang Yao was furious.


    The Qing nationality is simply unreasonable.


    You know, this holy soldier, but they killed more than ten Seventh World creatures before they got it.


    But how hateful are the green people?


    When they were fighting with the Seventh World creatures, they stood on the wall and watched them go through a bloody war. They didn''t care about the distress and trauma of countless Phoenix people.


    But after they had just experienced a bloody battle and greatly damaged their vitality, they jumped out and asked them to hand over the holy soldier, and their words were frivolous and unspeakable.


    That kind of posture was bullying him. The Phoenix family had just experienced World War I and lost their vitality. The strength of both sides was not proportional at all.


    "Fang Yao, you can''t take this holy soldier away. Stay. Why die for a weapon?" Qinghui sneered.


    "If you want a holy soldier, step over my body."


    A phoenix people roared.


    And murderous.


    "Really?"


    With a soft drink, the holy one of the Qing nationality came. When his eyes turned, it was like a scorching sun in the sky, which made everyone here unable to open their eyes.


    The holy man of the Qing nationality took a slap and took the Phoenix people deep into the ground, splashing smoke and dust here.


    "Hum, how dare the Phoenix people shout in front of our young people?"


    The saint is very domineering. He points to the rivers and mountains. He floats in the air and thus dominates. Only because he is the only Saint here.


    "Qingshan!" Fang Yao roared.


    The Phoenix people photographed deep underground are called Qingshan.


    But at this time, Fang Yao felt that Qingshan''s life and death were unpredictable. He could only feel the slightly fluctuating vitality, such as the candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.


    "What does the ghost howl at? It''s just a waste. If you die, you''ll die."


    The saint of the Qing nationality sneered.


    "Uncle Tiande Yao." Qinghui smiled and said hello to the saint.


    The saint of heaven nodded and then said, "it''s just a group of waste. Why waste time if you kill it early."


    Qinghui smiled and didn''t speak, but Fang Yao was tense and shouted, "what are you going to do?"


    Tiande looked at him contemptuously: "what do you think?"


    And at this time, he walked through the clouds, filled with holy power.


    "Are you not afraid of my Phoenix saints returning blood with blood when you fight against my Phoenix saints?" Fang Yao shouted angrily.


    "Hehe, who can see Ben Sheng do it to you?"


    The saint of heaven still walks forward, and the majesty of the holy land becomes stronger and stronger.


    Fang Yao was anxious.


    This is the Holy One.


    Even if they have not experienced the battle of life and death and are still at the peak, they can''t escape their lives in their hands, let alone now?


    "Fierce!"


    Shengwei ignited 3000 feet. In the eyes of Fang Yao and others, it seemed that a demon God as high as the sky appeared. At this time, the demon God raised the soles of his feet like the blue sky overturned and wanted to trample all of them to death.


    "Slow!"


    Fang Yao drank bitterly: "the saint of heaven, you should think clearly. On us, although the mind of our son-in-law will not manifest, he can perceive everything we have experienced. You should know the temperament of our son-in-law. If you dare to kill us, your Qing family will be slaughtered."


    Sure enough!


    The overturned "blue sky" stood up.


    But then, it was more violent. Tiande smiled grimly: "just Lin fan is not in the eyes of Ben Sheng. Even if he is still like an ant in front of Ben Sheng, it''s ridiculous to use him to intimidate Ben Sheng."


    Fang Yao was desperate, and the seven or eight Phoenix people were also desperate. They could only see the boundless holy power gathering into the soles of their feet and stepping down on them.


    Even death must be so humiliating.


    Trampled to death by the sole of a foot!


    "It''s ridiculous that a group of mole ants dare to threaten Tianlong. At this time, crush you and others." Tiande said coldly and contemptuously.


    The people of the Green family are proud and laugh. They really want to be Tiande and trample on all the Phoenix people here.


    "Boom!"


    Big bang in the sky!


    A golden giant thousands of times taller than Tiande''s phantom came with the sun on his head and the stars.


    The big bang in the sky happened because the golden giant also stepped on it and crushed the illusion of Tiande.


    "Ah..."


    The shrill cry, which was not like human howling, came from Tiande''s mouth.


    "Lin fan!"


    The voice was mixed with fear, trembling and despair.


    Lin Fan came just because he killed some Seventh World creatures and saved some Phoenix people on the way, so he came late.


    "Pa!"


    Lin Fan looked at Tiande coldly and slapped him in the face.


    The saint of heaven had no power to fight back and was smashed half his head.


    Tiande is just a saint. It''s really no harder for Lin fan to crush him than to crush an ant.


    "Son in law."


    Fang Yao and others cried, and they knelt on the ground.


    His fists were clenched tightly.


    They are not afraid of death.


    But if you are trampled to death.


    That''s humiliating.


    Lin Fan looked at them, raised his hand and photographed Qingshan, which was photographed underground. At present, his eyes were cold!


    What a cruel old bastard.


    This palm shattered Qingshan''s vitality.


    It can be said that if he didn''t come late, even a moment, Qingshan would die.


    Lenglie glanced at Tiande, and then put a needle through his hands. After healing Qingshan, he carefully swallowed seven or eight holy pills for him.


    "He''s fine, but he needs at least half a year''s cultivation."


    Lin Fan opens his mouth to Fang Yao.


    Even if he did it, it would take half a year for Qingshan to recover, but I wonder how cruel it is.


    Looking at Qinghui, Qinghui suddenly shivered: "Lin fan, what are you going to do? You are a saint. If you do it to me and other holy practitioners, are you not afraid of my Qingzu returning blood with blood?"


    A trace of mockery appeared in Lin Fan''s eyes and said, "who knows?"


    Qinghui and others changed their faces!


    This sentence was once used by them to refute Fang Yao.


    At this time, when Lin Fan returned them intact, they knew how desperate they were when they heard this sentence.


    "If Lin Fan and you dare to attack us, are you not afraid that our four saints of the Green family will come to kill you?"


    Tiande roared and roared.


    "The Four Saints of the Green family? Welcome them to die." Lin Fan replied strongly.


    Moreover, he began to kill people. Just one palm, he split Qinghui''s shot and died no longer.


    "Roar!" Tiande roared angrily: "Lin fan, you are risking the world''s condemnation!"


    "Really?" Lin Fan chuckled, but the killing action didn''t stop and was very slow: "I''m not learning from you?"


    "Lin fan, you''re looking for death!" Tiande roared again.


    Lin Fan flicked his fingers and let a young Yasheng die miserably. Looking back, he smiled and said, "didn''t you say I was as weak as an ant in front of you? You can rush up and fight me."


    Tiande''s face is red!


    That''s shame!


    Where could he be Lin Fan''s opponent?


    Not enough for a slap.


    "OK." Lin Fan slaughtered all the young holy practitioners here. There was only one virtue left. He looked at him and said, "come on, I''ll give you a decent way to die and fight me."