Zhang Yihui laughed when Huang Xiaolong said that he was indeed destined.
"Huang Xiaolong, if it weren't for you, that sacred spirit would have been mine!" Zhang Yihui said with a look of hatred: "If it weren't for that sacred spirit, our ancient emperor's holy land would not have lost so many genius sons. , It is impossible for our Holy Land Alliance to die so many genius sons!"
In the mirage battle, in order to obtain that sacred spirit, the one who challenged Huang Xiaolong the most was the Holy Land Alliance, so the Holy Land Alliance had the most talented disciples lost.
After the First World War in Mirage, all the masters of the Holy Land Alliance went back, heartbroken, and hated Huang Xiaolong! Especially after the ancient emperor sage Duanxuan went back, he directly blasted dozens of lands, which vented the anger in his heart, and at the same time, Duanxuan severely slapped Zhang Yihui a few times.
According to the ancient emperor sage Duanxuan, if it weren’t for Zhang Yihui’s disciple, if Zhang Yihui grabbed Nahongmeng’s holy energy, their ancient emperor’s sacred land and the Holy Land Alliance would not have to spend a lot of time to challenge the ring, nor would they have lost so many geniuses. Son.
Therefore, Zhang Yihui hated Huang Xiaolong in his heart.
During the battle of the ring, among the fallen disciples of the ancient emperor's holy land genius, there was one of his best juniors.
Huang Xiaolong heard Zhang Yihui push all of this to himself, and did not argue, said indifferently: "Then what do you want."
Zhang Yihui’s eyes were cold, "I didn’t think about anything, I just wanted to abolish you, abandon your doglegs, abolish you, abolish your saint veins, sacraments, and explode your enlightened sage. Let you become a monster that is neither human nor ghost!"
The Supreme Sacred Land’s Cang Ping said at this moment: "If he abolishes him, after he goes out, it will be a great trouble. It will be the result of him, and it will be a hundred. You know and I know about this, and the Holy Heaven organization has no way of investigating it. rise."
After the Mirage Challenge, too many forces wanted to kill Huang Xiaolong.
One is because Huang Xiaolong has three evolving sages, and his talents are too terrifying. Numerous holy places in the holy world and countless ancient tribes want to stifle Huang Xiaolong.
Second, because of the mirage battle, Huang Xiaolong killed too many genius sons of many forces, and those sons were all the treasures cultivated by the great ancient tribes in the major sacred places.
Zhang Yihui’s supreme sacred land Cangping said that Huang Xiaolong is about to end, nodded, and said to Huang Xiaolong: "Huang Xiaolong, we are also old acquaintances. For the sake of meeting you and me, I will give you the right to choose, let you choose. How to die, let's talk, how do you want to die?"
As for the sacred medicine tide flower in Huang Xiaolong's hand, the two were not in a hurry to snatch it, anyway, Huang Xiaolong was already a mortal person, and the tide flower would be theirs sooner or later.
Huang Xiaolong smiled indifferently, and didn't get angry. He looked at Zhang Yihui and the two with some playfulness: "I still don't want to die."
Zhang Yihui did not hear the profound meaning of Huang Xiaolong's words, and laughed when he heard the words: "I don't want to die? Why? Do you want to kneel down and beg me? Please let us not kill you?"
"That's not impossible. You should kneel down and pretend to be a dog and bark a few times, or pretend to be a pig, pretending to be a Salo pig and yelling. You know that a lowly animal like a Salo pig."
The Supreme Sacred Land Cangping also sneered: "Huang Xiaolong, at the beginning of the Mirage Arena battle, you looked at your majesty and sweeping invincibility. That heroic spirit, I didn't expect it to be a cartilage."
Obviously, he also thought that Huang Xiaolong said he didn't want to die, and he wanted to beg for mercy.
Huang Xiaolong suddenly said: "Zhang Yihui, as the chief saint of the ancient emperor's holy land, you have become a sage, and the ranks of saint veins and sacraments are not low, right."
Zhang Yihui was startled, and then smiled: "That's natural. Although my talent is not as good as Tan Juan and Li Chen, I am not as evil as that, but not weaker than Dou Rui." The smile was smug.
"Then I can rest assured." Huang Xiaolong nodded, and then said: "Killing you, swallowing your enlightened sage, saint veins and sacrament, should allow my three enlightened sages to evolve a lot."
Zhang Yihui and Cang Ping were startled.
Then, Zhang Yihui laughed and looked at Huang Xiaolong like an idiot: "You said you were going to kill me?"
Huang Xiaolong nodded with a serious look: "Yes."
Zhang Yihui laughed and spit out: "Are you sure? Are you sure you have no problem with your mind now?"
"I'm very sure!" Huang Xiaolong continued to be serious.
Zhang Yihui smiled and cocked his mouth: "Okay, since you have no problem with your brain, take my punch. If you can receive my punch, I will make you die more comfortable." After speaking, he blasted Huang Xiaolong's head with a punch. Come.
He must first smash Huang Xiaolong's head severely.
The Supreme Holy Land Cangping was happy to watch.
Due to the proximity, Zhang Yihui hit Huang Xiaolong in an instant with a punch.
Seeing that Zhang Yihui was about to hit Huang Xiaolong's head with a punch, and blasted Huang Xiaolong out. Suddenly, a golden figure appeared in Huang Xiaolong's body, and Zhang Yihui's fist was blocked in front of Huang Xiaolong.
The amazing Shengwei swept away.
Zhang Yihui and Cang Ping were frightened by this amazing sage, especially Zhang Yihui almost fell to the ground.
The two looked at the golden figure in horror, which looked exactly like Huang Xiaolong, but the golden figure with the majesty of the sky.
"You, this is the holy soul?!" Zhang Yihui ate, his voice trembling badly.
The response of the Supreme Sacred Land Cangping was not much different from that of Zhang Yihui. His eyes were wide, horrified, unbelievable, and shocked.
The one who answered Zhang Yihui was the finger of Huang Xiaolong’s holy soul. Huang Xiaolong summoned the dragon holy soul. The dragon holy soul just raised his hand and flicked it lightly. Zhang Yihui seemed to be hit by a thousand-level typhoon. Going out, I smashed an unknown number of peaks, plowed a super tunnel in the ground, and lay on the beach on the edge of the island.
However, Huang Xiaolong's finger did not kill him. Huang Xiaolong wanted to keep his dog's life, and later swallowed his enlightened sage, sacred veins and sacrament.
At this time, Cang Ping of the supreme sacred land finally woke up. After waking up, he did not attack Huang Xiaolong, but fled reflexively.
But as soon as he flew up, he heard a cold voice behind him.
"Long Yuan Prosperity!"
Suddenly, the dragon chants resounded throughout the world, countless dragons flew out, and the heaven of dragons formed one by one.
A terrifying and destructive force screamed from behind him.
In horror, he suddenly turned his head and saw the mighty variety of dragons, and saw the unique light gathered together by countless dragons that shocked the soul.
The next moment, like Zhang Yihui, he flicked out.
He fell on the beach again, his face covered with mud, and his mouth was spraying red.
With Huang Xiaolong’s current Dragon Element Holy Spirit displaying a blow in the Long Yuan Prosperity Age, even in the middle stage of the second stage of the Holy Realm, it is difficult to receive it, not to mention this Cangping is only the first stage of the first stage of the Holy Realm.
Huang Xiaolong stepped into the air and came to the two of them.
At this moment, Zhang Yihui opened his faint eyes, and the two looked at Huang Xiaolong's holy soul, full of fear, boundless fear.