Chapter 831 The Holy Lord's True Goal
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Ke Ning
Lu Shaoqing's voice of grief and indignation was heard in the ears of many monks of the Holy Race, like the sound of heaven.
Many people even laughed out loud, with smugness in their tone, anticipation in their expressions, and cruelty in their eyes.
Mu Yong looked at the falling fingers, the fingers were lingering with faint clouds, looking very elegant.
But the powerful aura and terrifying killing intent that emanated made people feel chills.
Like an immortal emperor above the nine heavens stretching out a finger to crush an ant to death.
Mu Yong stared at the man in black on the opposite side, "What is he going to do?"
"As the Holy Master, if you do it yourself, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
What is the identity of the Holy Lord?
It is the most powerful existence on the cold star, its strength is unfathomable, and its status is extremely respected.
He is Emperor Hanxing, the most noble person in Hanxing.
To the Holy Lord, Lu Shaoqing and the others are ordinary mortals, not worth mentioning.
Even if there is a bit of talent, it is not enough to be regarded by the Holy Master.
Even if he wanted to kill them, he didn't need to do it himself.
As an emperor, personally killing a few mortals is an act of surrendering his status.
The man in black laughed, but his tone was very cold, with strong disgust, "They are so useless, they didn't even force Zhang Zheng's real strength."
"Huangshen can't come in, so he can only do it himself."
"The real strength?" Mu Yong was shocked, and he understood, "It turns out that the target has always been him."
"why?"
Mu Yong was puzzled by this, "Compared to strength, Ji Yan is stronger, why him?"
The black robed man's face hidden under the black robe had a different look in his eyes, "That kid is evil, but he is very useful, haha"
At the end, he couldn't help laughing.
"This time, the strength of the saints will be further improved, and they will return to the ancestral star, and the fulfillment of the last wishes of the ancestors is just around the corner!"
Mu Yong was shocked again, what is the origin of Lu Shaoqing and such a great role?
"What's the role of that kid?" Mu Yong stared at the man in black, revealing a murderous look.
"You want to know? Come back." The black-robed man didn't explain, but stared at Mu Yong quietly, "You have been away for too long, and you have fallen behind in many things."
"Don't even think about it!" Mu Yong stood firm and looked into the distance.
The man in black didn't force it, he just laughed, "Forget it, you will come back sooner or later, but just watch now obediently."
In the distance, Lu Shaoqing was extremely sad and indignant.
The huge fingers falling from the sky were slow, and the rumbling sound was deafening.
As it fell, the world seemed to collapse, and the strong sense of oppression made the three of them breathless.
Xiao Yi's teeth were chattering, "Master, brother"
Xiao Yi was the weakest, with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, her face was pale, and her body was trembling instinctively.
The terrifying aura coming from her fingers made her tremble uncontrollably.
This breath is too terrifying.
Ji Yan's eyes were burning, staring closely at the huge finger above the sky.
The Wuqiu sword behind him buzzed and trembled.
A strong fighting spirit erupted.
This is the Holy Master himself, Ji Yan can't wait to rush up to try the mighty strength of the Holy Master.
However, it is a pity that he is in a very bad state now, his body is empty, and he can display less than [-]% of his strength.
The battle with Jian Wu left him in a crippling condition and exhausted his strength, and it would take at least a month or two to recover.
Lu Shaoqing was cursing, holding Mo Jun's sword in his hand.
Ji Yan said to him, "It's up to you."
"Take care of your sister," Lu Shaoqing said without turning his head, "Get out of here."
Lu Shaoqing swung his sword, the third move of the Lihuo Sword Art.
away from the fire.
The sky seemed to be covered with kerosene, and when it met sparks, it instantly ignited flames all over the sky.
Blossoming white flames ignited, covering the entire sky in just an instant.
The sky and the earth seemed to be burned by flames, and the terrifying temperature permeated the air, which made the faces of the saint monks who watched the battle from afar change greatly.
"This, this guy, is he so strong?"
"Here, just kidding"
As soon as Lu Shaoqing made a move, flames enveloped the entire sky. Looking from a distance, his huge fingers were surrounded by flames, as if they were about to be melted by the overwhelming flames.
The saint monks felt the terrifying temperature, and they knew that Lu Shaoqing's strength was far beyond their imagination.
Quite a few people had ugly faces. They were still joking that Lu Shaoqing's strength was not as good as Ji Yan's, but now it seems that Lu Shaoqing's strength is no worse than Ji Yan's.
Seeing that the entire sky turned red, the raging flames seemed to burn the sky into ashes, and the huge hand had already been engulfed in the flames, making it difficult to see.
Many people became worried.
Could the Holy Master not be able to defeat that human race?
If so, it would be a big blow to them.
But soon, the saint monks breathed a sigh of relief.
The huge fingers continued to fall, and the flames clinging to them were extinguished one after another.
No trace of burning can be seen on the surface of the finger.
"Great, haha, how could he be the Holy Lord's opponent?"
"Naive, how can you think that you can get the Holy Master?"
"The Holy Lord is the most powerful."
"Holy Lord is mighty!"
Seeing this, Lu Shaoqing frowned even more.
Grandma Li, damn Holy Lord, Baihuo is so big, not talking about immorality, and unexpectedly came to attack this handsome guy.
Ma De, it must be because I see that I am handsome. Is it so narrow-minded to be a Holy Master?
"Holy Lord, you shameless cheapskate!" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Lu Shaoqing shouted to the sky again.
Then Mo Jun swung out his sword, still in the third form of the Lihuo Sword Art.
The sky filled with flames appeared again, but this time, the white flames turned black, forming a black sea of flames.
Blossoming black flames are flying all over the sky like flying crows.
Although it is a flame, it exudes a strange aura, giving people a cold and cold feeling.
The black flame was once again attached to the finger, and this time, the situation seemed to have changed.
The huge fingers made a hissing sound, and black smoke came out, as if corroded, and potholes appeared on the surface.
This scene shocked everyone.
Is this human race really that powerful?
Jian Wu, who finally woke up, also saw this scene, almost frightened him into unconsciousness again.
Is that damn human race so powerful?
If he had used this trick at that time, would he have been corroded into slag?
Lu Shaoqing just showed some joy on his face, suddenly his huge fingers accelerated suddenly, slow as a snail just now, and like lightning in the next moment.
It was as fast as teleporting, and appeared in front of Lu Shaoqing in the blink of an eye.
crush him to the ground
Many people even laughed out loud, with smugness in their tone, anticipation in their expressions, and cruelty in their eyes.
Mu Yong looked at the falling fingers, the fingers were lingering with faint clouds, looking very elegant.
But the powerful aura and terrifying killing intent that emanated made people feel chills.
Like an immortal emperor above the nine heavens stretching out a finger to crush an ant to death.
Mu Yong stared at the man in black on the opposite side, "What is he going to do?"
"As the Holy Master, if you do it yourself, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
What is the identity of the Holy Lord?
It is the most powerful existence on the cold star, its strength is unfathomable, and its status is extremely respected.
He is Emperor Hanxing, the most noble person in Hanxing.
To the Holy Lord, Lu Shaoqing and the others are ordinary mortals, not worth mentioning.
Even if there is a bit of talent, it is not enough to be regarded by the Holy Master.
Even if he wanted to kill them, he didn't need to do it himself.
As an emperor, personally killing a few mortals is an act of surrendering his status.
The man in black laughed, but his tone was very cold, with strong disgust, "They are so useless, they didn't even force Zhang Zheng's real strength."
"Huangshen can't come in, so he can only do it himself."
"The real strength?" Mu Yong was shocked, and he understood, "It turns out that the target has always been him."
"why?"
Mu Yong was puzzled by this, "Compared to strength, Ji Yan is stronger, why him?"
The black robed man's face hidden under the black robe had a different look in his eyes, "That kid is evil, but he is very useful, haha"
At the end, he couldn't help laughing.
"This time, the strength of the saints will be further improved, and they will return to the ancestral star, and the fulfillment of the last wishes of the ancestors is just around the corner!"
Mu Yong was shocked again, what is the origin of Lu Shaoqing and such a great role?
"What's the role of that kid?" Mu Yong stared at the man in black, revealing a murderous look.
"You want to know? Come back." The black-robed man didn't explain, but stared at Mu Yong quietly, "You have been away for too long, and you have fallen behind in many things."
"Don't even think about it!" Mu Yong stood firm and looked into the distance.
The man in black didn't force it, he just laughed, "Forget it, you will come back sooner or later, but just watch now obediently."
In the distance, Lu Shaoqing was extremely sad and indignant.
The huge fingers falling from the sky were slow, and the rumbling sound was deafening.
As it fell, the world seemed to collapse, and the strong sense of oppression made the three of them breathless.
Xiao Yi's teeth were chattering, "Master, brother"
Xiao Yi was the weakest, with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, her face was pale, and her body was trembling instinctively.
The terrifying aura coming from her fingers made her tremble uncontrollably.
This breath is too terrifying.
Ji Yan's eyes were burning, staring closely at the huge finger above the sky.
The Wuqiu sword behind him buzzed and trembled.
A strong fighting spirit erupted.
This is the Holy Master himself, Ji Yan can't wait to rush up to try the mighty strength of the Holy Master.
However, it is a pity that he is in a very bad state now, his body is empty, and he can display less than [-]% of his strength.
The battle with Jian Wu left him in a crippling condition and exhausted his strength, and it would take at least a month or two to recover.
Lu Shaoqing was cursing, holding Mo Jun's sword in his hand.
Ji Yan said to him, "It's up to you."
"Take care of your sister," Lu Shaoqing said without turning his head, "Get out of here."
Lu Shaoqing swung his sword, the third move of the Lihuo Sword Art.
away from the fire.
The sky seemed to be covered with kerosene, and when it met sparks, it instantly ignited flames all over the sky.
Blossoming white flames ignited, covering the entire sky in just an instant.
The sky and the earth seemed to be burned by flames, and the terrifying temperature permeated the air, which made the faces of the saint monks who watched the battle from afar change greatly.
"This, this guy, is he so strong?"
"Here, just kidding"
As soon as Lu Shaoqing made a move, flames enveloped the entire sky. Looking from a distance, his huge fingers were surrounded by flames, as if they were about to be melted by the overwhelming flames.
The saint monks felt the terrifying temperature, and they knew that Lu Shaoqing's strength was far beyond their imagination.
Quite a few people had ugly faces. They were still joking that Lu Shaoqing's strength was not as good as Ji Yan's, but now it seems that Lu Shaoqing's strength is no worse than Ji Yan's.
Seeing that the entire sky turned red, the raging flames seemed to burn the sky into ashes, and the huge hand had already been engulfed in the flames, making it difficult to see.
Many people became worried.
Could the Holy Master not be able to defeat that human race?
If so, it would be a big blow to them.
But soon, the saint monks breathed a sigh of relief.
The huge fingers continued to fall, and the flames clinging to them were extinguished one after another.
No trace of burning can be seen on the surface of the finger.
"Great, haha, how could he be the Holy Lord's opponent?"
"Naive, how can you think that you can get the Holy Master?"
"The Holy Lord is the most powerful."
"Holy Lord is mighty!"
Seeing this, Lu Shaoqing frowned even more.
Grandma Li, damn Holy Lord, Baihuo is so big, not talking about immorality, and unexpectedly came to attack this handsome guy.
Ma De, it must be because I see that I am handsome. Is it so narrow-minded to be a Holy Master?
"Holy Lord, you shameless cheapskate!" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Lu Shaoqing shouted to the sky again.
Then Mo Jun swung out his sword, still in the third form of the Lihuo Sword Art.
The sky filled with flames appeared again, but this time, the white flames turned black, forming a black sea of flames.
Blossoming black flames are flying all over the sky like flying crows.
Although it is a flame, it exudes a strange aura, giving people a cold and cold feeling.
The black flame was once again attached to the finger, and this time, the situation seemed to have changed.
The huge fingers made a hissing sound, and black smoke came out, as if corroded, and potholes appeared on the surface.
This scene shocked everyone.
Is this human race really that powerful?
Jian Wu, who finally woke up, also saw this scene, almost frightened him into unconsciousness again.
Is that damn human race so powerful?
If he had used this trick at that time, would he have been corroded into slag?
Lu Shaoqing just showed some joy on his face, suddenly his huge fingers accelerated suddenly, slow as a snail just now, and like lightning in the next moment.
It was as fast as teleporting, and appeared in front of Lu Shaoqing in the blink of an eye.
crush him to the ground
