Chapter 1812: Still want to play me?
"It has no effect, his strength should be higher than that of the saint."
Haoran Zhunsheng frowned slightly.
From the moment he was promoted to a saint, he had a deep understanding of the power of his own authority. He was confident enough that the "speaking of the law" is not weak among countless saints' authority.
However, the difference in cultivation level between the two parties is somewhat difficult to make up. As a result, his words and methods that can be resolved even by thunder robbery can't really have any effect on the other party.
"I'll give you a few more breaths, as long as you rely on me, I can't kill you."
Obota smiled.
"You are here, it will be hard to move!"
Haoran Quasi-Sage slowly spit out these words.
An invisible force enveloped Obota and seemed to restrain him.
"Your cultivation base will fall below the saint!"
Haoran Quasi-Sage spoke again.
But the next moment, he spouted a mouthful of blood, and his expression suddenly became a little bit weak.
Obota's body shook, and the authority that tried to restrain him suddenly dissipated, turning into stars and disappearing into the void.
"It seems that you don't want to take refuge in the Protoss. Do you really think that with the cultivation base of the saint you just promoted, you can deal with such a Holy Lord like me?"
Obota said with a smile.
Holy Lord?
God King of Protoss?
The eyes of the quasi-sage of Haoran suddenly protruded from his face, the look of astonishment made the hearts of Baiyuehuang and others feel cold.
"I……"
Haoran Zhunsheng almost burst out swearing.
Just a country of worshipping the moon, how could it be targeted by the God King of the Protoss?
He just happened to pass by here, and he felt a little bit in his heart, staying here for a period of time to comprehend the authority of the saint.
It just so happened that I met the **** king of the Protoss? In that legend, the terrifying existence of the first holy master of the human race?
"Why, are you surprised?"
Oberta teased slightly.
He likes to look at this expression.
Only this expression can make him feel the pleasure of revenge.
"It is indeed a little surprised. I didn't expect that the existence of the Holy Lord would also attack these innocent human races.
Some of them are not even warriors, just ordinary mortals. "
Haoran Quasi-Sage nodded slightly.
The next moment, he suddenly said:
"There is no one here!"
The few sage authority in the body surging again, spreading in all directions, every time these sage authority touched a human race, it was like an eraser, wiped out these human races.
These human races did not die, but were sent to another place. As for where they were, Haoran Quasi-Sage couldn't control it.
"Come again."
Obota smiled and shook his head, slapped gently.
Snapped!
The head of Zhunsheng Haoran suddenly raised to the rear left, and a crimson palm print appeared on his right cheek.
The power of the saint in his body was slapped in such a slap, and it was directly slapped. Only a few human races closest to him were successfully sent away. The others still stayed in the Kyoto of the Moon-Worshiping Kingdom, staring at this scene dumbfounded.
Obota did not give Haoran Quasi-Sage time to react, and slapped again.
Snapped!
Haoran Quasi-Sheng Gao flew high and fell heavily to the ground.
He smiled and stood up from the ground with difficulty. Just as he stood up, the opponent slapped him again.
Bang bang bang ——
Everyone looked as if Haoran Quasi-Sage was knocked to the ground time and time again. The strong human race who gave them a glimmer of hope was so vulnerable in the hands of the enemy.
"Senior, don't humiliate our strong people anymore."
Baiyuehuang finally couldn't stand it, and said.
"What? I humiliated him, what can you do?"
There was a strange smile on Obota's face, which made him look a little crazy. Some time ago, he quietly stared at Su Han on the way to see if he had a chance to kill him halfway. In the end, he was hit hard by the holy lord hiding in Human Kunlun, if it weren’t for the life-saving Dayan. The magic weapon exists, he doesn’t even have
Fa escaped alive.
What happened that time made him scared and angry. This feeling was very complicated, and it finally turned into resentment towards the human race.
As long as it is a human race, no matter who it is, torturing and killing can bring him the pleasure of relief.
"..."
Baiyuehuang was frightened by Obota's tyrannical eyes, and suddenly closed his mouth.
Upon seeing this, Obota smiled, and continued to enjoy the thrill of abusive quasi-sage.
I don't know how long it was before Obota finally stopped.
The quasi-sage Haoran slowly stood up, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and the authority of the saint remained on it was still causing him continuous harm, making him unable to reduce the swelling.
"You just let me take refuge in you, it doesn't count."
Quasi-Sage Haoran was silent for a few breaths before speaking.
"What? Change your mind now?"
Obota looked at Haoran Quasi-Sage’s eyes, with a hint of contempt, then smiled and nodded, "You kneel in front of me, kowtow, and I will reluctantly accept you.
Becoming a Protoss is much better than being a little saint in the Human Race. At least the Protoss has a holy lord like me, and your Human Race has only one holy lord who does not know which foreign race came from. know. "
"This strong human race wants to take refuge in him?"
"How could this be……"
"Too spineless!"
"Hey, anyway, this strong man also tried to save us. It would be unbearable to see him die in this person's hands."
Everyone looked different.
Baiyuehuang and others are a little desperate.
Under the gaze of everyone, the quasi-sage Haoran flew in front of Obota, his knees softened, and he was about to kneel, but he spoke the truth:
"Don't move!"
"Ok?"
"Snapped!"
The Haoran Quasi-Sage stood up suddenly and slapped Obota's cheek with a slap.
His power of authority suddenly failed, and the next moment, he was pinched by Obota's neck.
"Hehehe... I, Kong Haoran, can you humiliate me like this? Today I slapped a holy lord, and death is worth it, hahahahaha..."
Kong Haoran's tears of laughter were about to flow out.
Baiyuehuang and others were silent.
They looked at Kong Haoran's posture, and there was a deep look of reverence in their eyes.
Even if the other party knows that he will die, he must slap the enemy before he is dying. Such courage is hard for ordinary people to match!
"very good……"
Oberta's palm slowly applied force, Kong Haoran's neck creaked, the smile on his face had disappeared, and it was calm instead.
However, in calm, it must evaporate the anger of the sea.
"One, a cloud-piercing arrow..."
Kong Haoran grabbed Obota's palm with both hands, trying to get a few more breaths.
"Thousands, thousands of troops, ten thousand horses... come to see you!"
Oberta smiled, "Your words are easy to say, can you still be rescued?"
"I, I don't know, try it..."
Kong Haoran smiled hard, but the next moment, his eyes looked behind Obota with a little astonishment.
"Hehe, you want to fool me?" The corner of Obota's mouth rose slightly.
