Let me say, did you kill me?

When they heard Huang Hao's words, the whole place was silent. Everyone stared at Huang Hao with wide eyes. Because they were surprised, their mouths were big, and even a whole apple could be stuffed directly into it.

What kind of lecture is domineering, Huang Hao is this!

Who is that? That is a real middle-level scattered immortal. He can destroy the world with just raising his hand. A pressure can prevent tens of millions of people present from moving. But even such a person, Huang Hao dares to say such words to him! Is this domineering and what is it?

For a moment, whether it is a human cultivator or a demon cultivator, the eyes of Huang Hao were full of admiration. No matter whether you were talking big or not, I admire you just by being able to say such words to the mid-level scattered immortal!

The old man Sanxian's face froze suddenly, and his eyes were filled with angry flames.

"Kill me together? Boy, you are crazy!" The next moment, the old man Sanxian laughed in anger: "Okay, I want to see how you kill me!"

While speaking, the old immortal scattered his sword and launched a stern move. In an instant, he crossed hundreds of meters away and came to Huang Hao's sky. The true energy of his body was filled with it, giving people a feeling of ruining the world.

"Let's spare your life for the time being!" Huang Hao sighed lightly, then threw the huge roc in his hand towards the distance.

When the big penis finally broke free from Huang Hao's control, he couldn't help but feel happy and flapped his wings and was about to escape. However, the next moment, he found a powerful true energy that was surging towards him, and in an instant, it completely suppressed his huge body.

"This is..." The big roc turned into Gu Zhao looked in the direction where the true energy was attacking, but he saw a poetic and picturesque girl in white locking her body with her true energy. She couldn't help but be shocked. He recognized this woman, which was Huang Hao's sister Huang Ling'er. But he couldn't figure out that Huang Ling'er's strength was so powerful. With his transformation, even if he could fight in the Mahayana period, he actually had no resistance in front of this woman.

Without the suppression of the old man Sanxian, Huang Ling'er was able to exert her strength in her heyday.

"Don't move, otherwise I will kill you directly!" Huang Ling'er's cold voice sounded, but Gu Zhao was shocked, and he really didn't dare to move. At this moment, he had already felt the bone-cold murderous intent on Huang Ling'er's body. He understood that if he really had to struggle, Huang Ling'er would never hold back at him.

Seeing that the big roc stopped moving, Huang Ling'er looked at Huang Hao.

At this moment, facing the old man Sanxian who exuded a vigorous murderous intent, Huang Hao's face was not panicked at all. On the contrary, he was extremely calm, as if he was not facing a mid-level Sanxian, but the most ordinary cultivator.

However, those who are familiar with Huang Hao can clearly see the strong murderous intent in Huang Hao's eyes.

"I said, if you say something else, I will kill you!" Huang Hao's cold voice sounded.

"Hmph, looking for death!" The old man from Sanxian said angrily: "You seemed very strong to deal with this big roc just now, but in fact it revealed that you no longer have the power to fight. At this moment, I want to see how you escaped from my hands!"

As he spoke, a shocking attack had swept down, but the old man from Sanxian took action.

Huang Hao looked at the terrifying attack that was oppressing him, and a surprise appeared in his eyes: "The full-strength attack of the middle-level scattered immortal is indeed extraordinary! Compared with the old man, the young scattered immortal was simply apart from the old man. With my strength, there was no power to resist in front of this person."

Although he thought so in his heart, there was no surrender in Huang Hao's eyes.

"The dead person is not me, but you!" Huang Hao suddenly said. The next moment, his palm slapped his Qiankun Bag, and suddenly a roll of rice paper appeared in front of Huang Hao. The rice paper rolled into a scroll with ink marks on it, which was obviously a painting of calligraphy and painting.

In the distance, Kong Siyuan saw the roll of rice paper, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes. The next moment, the nervous expression on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a smile. The origin of this calligraphy and painting came from Huang Hao himself, and no one knew better than him.

The few people around them immediately felt the change in Kong Siyuan's expression and were very puzzled. When was this time, Kong Siyuan could still laugh. But at this moment, they were no longer allowed to question Kong Siyuan. Their eyes were staring at Huang Hao, with indescribable worries.

"It's ridiculous! Do you think that a pair of calligraphy and paintings can stop the anger of the mid-level immortal?" The old man of the immortal said mockingly. The next moment, his attack had already landed fiercely on the roll of rice paper.

According to his idea, as long as he takes action, this roll of rice paper will inevitably be broken even if it is a spiritual weapon.

However, when his attack hit the rice paper, his eyes suddenly frowned and his brows frowned. The rice paper suffered his blow, but there was no sign of any breakage, and it was still quietly floating in front of Huang Hao.

At this moment, Huang Hao's voice sounded: "I originally wanted to keep this volume of calligraphy and paintings for use when your underground army invaded in full swing, but now I want you to die, so I can only waste it on you."

Hearing Huang Hao's words, the old man Sanxian suddenly felt a burst of laughter and crying surprise. As a four-tribulation immortal, he had the ability to destroy the world in every move. Even if this roll of rice paper is an amazing acquired spiritual treasure, it would be useless. What qualifications does Huang Hao have to use the word "waste" on him!

Just when the old man Sanxian was extremely unhappy, Huang Hao leaned his fingers and a true energy shot into the roll of rice paper in an instant.

Suddenly, a great aura emanated from the rice paper. The next moment, the rice paper slowly unfolded itself, revealing a pair of words.

The handwriting of this character is like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, vigorous and powerful, and at first glance it gives people a feeling of being deeply penetrated. However, what is even more surprising is that this character is just a semi-finished product.

"Haha, a semi-finished calligraphy and painting are also suitable for confronting me?" A contemptuous voice sounded, but the old man from the fairy sneered and said.

"Don't put gold on your face. Just you are not as good as a finger of a person who wrote this word." After Huang Hao said that, he leaned a little bit again, and a true energy pointing on that word again.

"Buzz" a tremor sounded, and the words suddenly came. The next moment, the semi-finished words on the rice paper suddenly shot out a golden light. As soon as this golden light appeared, it turned into a sword energy in the shape of a golden sword, which floated in front of Huang Hao, making a "buzzing" sound.

"go!"

Huang Hao's expression was neither happy nor sad, and he directly pinched his sword and pointed at the old man Sanxian.

"call out--"

A sharp sword roar suddenly sounded, and the golden sword turned into a sword light, which instantly penetrated the body of the old man Sanxian.

"How...how is it possible..." From the beginning to the end, the old man Sanxian didn't even have time to rise to his mind. The speed of the flying sword was simply too fast. Even as a four-tribol scattered immortal, he could not catch the trajectory of the golden sword, and even had no sense of crisis in his heart. The flying sword had already penetrated him.

"I said, you can't even compare to the person who wrote this word!" Huang Hao said lightly.

"No, it's impossible!" The old immortal roared in shock and anger. He looked down and saw a big hole appeared in the place penetrated by the golden sword. In the big hole, an extremely terrifying force was destroying his body. In the blink of an eye, the sword hole in his chest had expanded more than ten times, almost completely causing his chest to disappear.

"I don't accept it, I'm unwilling to accept it!" The old immortal wanted to resist the power of his chest, but found that the power he was proud of in front of this power was simply a joke. Under the suppression of that power, his power could not be even exerted.

"You are responsible for all this." Huang Hao said coldly: "If you want to blame, you are just blamed for being too cautious."

The old man Sanxian looked at Huang Hao, his eyes full of humiliation. He never thought that his mid-level Sanxian would die at the hands of an ant like Huang Hao.

However, Huang Hao said to himself: "Previously, I shot that arrow at your nephew. Although I killed your nephew, I took all the power in my body. At that time, there was no trace of true energy in my body, and even if I took out this word from the storage bag, I didn't have the power."

"What a pity, you are too cautious. Let Guzhao, the traitor, test my bottom line."

"This is giving me a chance to turn the tables. Oh, I forgot to tell you that the flame I mastered is called the Red Gold Fire, which has the ability to plunder the power of others. Before, he burned many feathers from Guzhao and gave me a force. Although this force is not powerful, it is enough to reshape my dantian in the surroundings, thereby regaining some combat power."

Speaking of this, Huang Hao's cold eyes fell on the old man with a scattered immortal, and his tone was not happy or sad: "It is your contempt and prudence that made you defeat me. You regret it very much, but unfortunately, your regret is useless. The ending now is to live and die."

"Ah-I hate it!" The old man of Sanxian screamed, his voice full of resentment. At this moment, the terrifying power above the golden sword had completely melted his body, leaving only a head still floating there, placing all his resentment and regrets: "If you kill me, the underground palace will not let you go!"

Huang Hao sneered: "My underground palace and I have been in a state of dying. If they dare to come, I will naturally send them to the underground to see you!"

"I'm not willing-"

A resentful howl resounded throughout the Demon-Sealing Holy City. In the eyes of everyone, the head of the old man Sanxian was completely melted.

"call--"

Seeing that the old man Sanxian finally died, Huang Hao's body suddenly became soft, but he did not fall down, but gritted his teeth and turned around and walked towards the location where Gu Zhao was.

Next, it's time to deal with this traitor.
Chapter completed!