Zhang Yihui laughed even more when he saw Huang Xiaolong saying that it was indeed fate.
"Huang Xiaolong, if it weren't for you, that Hongmeng Holy Qi would have been mine a long time ago!" Zhang Yihui said with a look of hatred on his face: "If it weren't for that Hongmeng Holy Qi, our Ancient Emperor Holy Land wouldn't have lost so many genius saints. , it is impossible for our Holy Land Alliance to die so many genius saints!"
In the Mirage Arena Battle, in order to obtain the Hongmeng Holy Qi, the one who challenged Huang Xiaolong the most was the Holy Land Alliance, so the Holy Land Alliance lost the most genius disciples.
After the Mirage battle, the masters of the Holy Land Alliance returned home, feeling extremely heartbroken and hating Huang Xiaolong! Especially after the ancient emperor sage Duan Xuan returned, he directly destroyed dozens of land masses. Only then did he vent his anger. At the same time, Duan Xuan gave Zhang Yihui a few hard slaps.
According to the ancient emperor's saint Duan Xuan, if Zhang Yihui, a disciple who was a waste, had Zhang Yihui grabbed the Hongmeng Holy Qi, they, the Ancient Emperor's Holy Land and the Holy Land Alliance, would not have had to go to great lengths to challenge the arena, and they would not have lost so many geniuses. Son.
Therefore, Zhang Yihui hates Huang Xiaolong in his heart.
During the battle in the arena, among the genius disciples of the Ancient Emperor Holy Land who died, there was one of his best junior brothers.
When Huang Xiaolong heard Zhang Yihui blaming all this on himself, he didn't argue and said calmly: "Then what do you want?"
Zhang Yihui's eyes were cold: "I didn't even think about anything. I just wanted to destroy you, destroy your dog legs, destroy your lower body, destroy your holy veins and holy body, and explode your enlightenment sainthood. Let you become a monster that is neither human nor ghost!"
Cang Ping of the Supreme Holy Land said at this time: "If he is destroyed, he will be in huge trouble after he gets out. Kill him directly and it will be over. You know this and I know it, and the Holy Heaven Organization has no way to investigate." rise."
After the Mirage Arena battle, there were too many forces that wanted to kill Huang Xiaolong.
Firstly, because Huang Xiaolong possesses the three major evolutionary powers of Tao Sainthood, his talent is so terrifying that countless ancient tribes in countless holy places in the holy world want to strangle Huang Xiaolong.
Secondly, because of the Mirage Arena Battle, Huang Xiaolong killed too many genius saints from many forces. Those saints were all treasures cultivated by the major ancient tribes in the major holy lands.
Zhang Yihui said that Huang Xiaolong would be killed in Cangping, the Supreme Holy Land. He nodded and said to Huang Xiaolong: "Huang Xiaolong, we are old acquaintances. For the sake of our acquaintance, I will give you the right to choose. How do you want to die? Tell me, how do you want to die?"
As for the holy medicine Tide Flower in Huang Xiaolong's hand, the two of them are not in a hurry to snatch it. Huang Xiaolong is already mortal anyway, and the Tide Flower will be theirs sooner or later.
Huang Xiaolong smiled calmly and did not get angry. He looked at Zhang Yihui and Zhang Yihui teasingly: "I don't want to die yet."
Zhang Yihui didn't understand the deeper meaning of Huang Xiaolong's words and laughed loudly: "Don't want to die? What? You want to kneel down and beg me? Beg us not to kill you?"
"That's not impossible. You kneel down first, pretend to be a dog and bark a few times, or pretend to be a pig, and pretend to be a salo pig and make noises. You know the lowly animals like salo pigs."
Cangping, the Supreme Holy Land, also sneered: "Huang Xiaolong, back in the Mirage Arena, I saw that you were so majestic and invincible, and that heroic spirit turned out to be a weakling."
Obviously, he also thought that Huang Xiaolong said he didn't want to die because he wanted to beg for mercy.
Huang Xiaolong suddenly said: "Zhang Yihui, as the chief saint of the Ancient Emperor's Holy Land and an enlightened saint, your holy veins and holy body rank are not low."
Zhang Yihui was startled, then smiled and said: "That's natural. Although my talent is not as good as that of Tan Juan, Li Chen and Xie Bufan, I am no weaker than Dou Rui." He smiled proudly.
"Then I'm relieved." Huang Xiaolong nodded, and then said: "Killing you and devouring your enlightenment sainthood, holy veins and holy body should make my three enlightenment sainthood evolve a lot."
Zhang Yihui and Cangping were startled.
Then, Zhang Yihui laughed and looked at Huang Xiaolong like an idiot: "You said you wanted to kill me?"
Huang Xiaolong nodded with a serious look on his face: "Not bad."
Zhang Yihui laughed so hard that he drooled out: "Are you sure? Are you sure there is nothing wrong with your mind now?"
"I'm very sure!" Huang Xiaolong continued seriously.
Zhang Yihui smiled crookedly: "Okay, since your brain is fine, take my punch. If you can take my punch, I will let you die more comfortably." After saying that, he punched Huang Xiaolong in the head. Come.
He wanted to smash Huang Xiaolong’s head flat first.
Cangping, the supreme holy land, watched happily.
Due to the proximity, Zhang Yihui punched him instantly in front of Huang Xiaolong.
Seeing that Zhang Yihui was about to hit Huang Xiaolong's head with a punch and send Huang Xiaolong flying away, suddenly, the golden light in Huang Xiaolong's body shone brightly, and a golden figure appeared. He blocked Zhang Yihui's fist in front of Huang Xiaolong with a horizontal hand.
Astonishing holy power swept across.
Zhang Yihui and Cangping were so frightened by this amazing power, especially Zhang Yihui that he almost fell down from fear.
The two of them looked at the golden figure in front of them in horror. It looked exactly like Huang Xiaolong, but it was a majestic golden figure.
"Are you, this is a holy soul?!" Zhang Yihui quipped, his voice trembling violently.
The reaction of Cangping, the Supreme Holy Land, was not much different from Zhang Yihui's. His eyes widened with fear, disbelief, and shock.
Zhang Yihui was answered by the finger of Huang Xiaolong's holy soul. Huang Xiaolong summoned the dragon-type holy soul. The dragon-type holy soul just raised his hand and flicked it. Zhang Yihui was as if he had been hit by a thousand-level typhoon. He went out, smashed countless mountains, dug a super tunnel in the ground, and lay down on the beach at the edge of the island.
However, Huang Xiaolong’s finger did not kill him. Huang Xiaolong wanted to save his life and later devour his holy character, holy veins and holy body.
At this time, Cangping, who was in the supreme holy land, finally woke up. After waking up, he did not attack Huang Xiaolong, but ran away reflexively.
But just as he took off, he heard a cold voice behind him.
"The prosperous age of Long Yuan!"
Suddenly, the dragon's roar resounded throughout the world, countless divine dragons flew out, and dragon heavens were formed one by one.
The terrifying and destructive force roared from behind.
In horror, he suddenly turned his head and saw the mighty dragons of all kinds, and saw the unique light of countless dragons gathering together that was so spectacular that it shocked the soul.
The next moment, like Zhang Yihui, he jumped out.
He suddenly fell on the beach, his face covered with mud, and he sprayed red stuff.
With Huang Xiaolong's current dragon-type holy soul, it is difficult for many mid-level saint realms to hit the Long Yuan Shengshi attack, not to mention that this Cangping is only at the early stage of the first level saint realm.
Huang Xiaolong stepped forward and came to the two of them.
At this time, Zhang Yihui opened his weak eyes, and the two of them looked at Huang Xiaolong's holy soul with fear and boundless fear.