The huge ferocious beast seemed to be able to swallow the sky and the sun. It descended from the sky with a terrifying power that made people's hearts tremble. It was as big as the front legs of the Optimus Pillar and fell heavily towards Feng Hao's head.

It was only then that Feng Hao made a move. His originally pitch-black eyes slowly turned into a gray color, as if covered with a layer of mist. At the same time, he made a strange mysterious figure with his hands.

With his handprints, an aura as thick as a mountain and as vast as the sea suddenly spread out from between his hands.

"Heaven-shaking handprint!"

Cold words were spat out from Feng Hao's mouth, as if they were being judged. A large gray handprint surrounded by a hundred-color electric arc suddenly condensed into shape, and then, with a series of sonic booms, it directly hit the big handprint that was coming towards him.

beast.

"boom……"

The big beast raised its foot and kicked directly on the big handprint that hit it. Immediately, there was a dull explosion sound, which overwhelmed everything. The world was buzzing, and during the collision, an explosion broke out.

A bright and dazzling light made it impossible for people to look directly. A violent wind burst out and swept away layers. Suddenly, terrifying cracks opened on the surrounding ground, which collapsed for dozens of times.

meters deep.

As for the bystanders, they all chose to avoid it and formed a barrier invisibly to resist the strong wind. There were only a few people who could ignore it.

In an instant, many people's pupils dilated again, feeling an incredible shock. Some even had weak self-control and even took a breath of cold air.

They could clearly see that when the huge handprint collided with the big beast, the front feet of the huge beast were directly exploded by the handprint. Although the whole beast did not explode directly, its body was

But it has dimmed, and its ominous power is no longer there.

Not far away, the Holy Son of Tyrant holding the Pan Yun Divine Cauldron had a trace of red blood on the corner of his mouth. His face was pale and dripping with sweat, as if he was a dying person. There was fear in his eyes, looking at the wind.

Hao's eyes were filled with surprise and fear.

The changes were too great. He remembered that Feng Hao at that time was still weaker than him. After decades of improvement, he was confident that he could completely defeat Feng Hao at that time, but he did not expect that as he progressed,

Feng Hao is also making progress, and at this time, Feng Hao has reached a level that he needs to look up to!

With his bare hands, he was able to withstand the blow he blasted with his magic weapon, and so far, he still had a certain upper hand. He had no doubt that as long as Feng Hao blasted out a hand seal, this big beast would definitely be defeated.

Blast to pieces.

This result made the Holy Son of Tyrant somewhat unable to accept it. He shook his head wildly, his eyes full of panic, shouting that it was impossible, and losing control of his mind.

His pride, his self-control, and his belief were completely shattered by Feng Hao's handprint at this moment.

Feng Hao shook off his palms that were a little sore from the shock, raised his feet, and slowly approached the Holy Son of Tyrant.

It's obvious that he has murderous intentions. He can allow such a highly talented enemy to grow, otherwise, it will become a major hidden danger.

"Stop!"

The three elders of the Tyrant Holy Land stood on his path, spreading their momentum and trying to stop him from moving forward.

"Whoosh!"

As if he had expected it, Feng Hao stepped forward and kept pushing forward. At the same time, he condensed a huge gray handprint with an electric arc and blasted it directly towards the three of them.

And he didn't pay attention to the result at all. He moved sideways, and in almost two or three breaths, he came to the Holy Son of Tyrant who had not yet awakened.

"I accept your life!"

The cold words rang in the ears of the Holy Son of Tyrant. When he came back to his senses, the look in front of his eyes had dimmed. The last scene in his life was a blur as clear as a god.

figure.

Feng Hao quickly retracted the palm that was attached to the heart of the Holy Son of Tyrant, and his figure disappeared instantly, but he took away a life.

"Holy Son!"

The three elders of the Tyrant Holy Land screamed loudly and quickly took action to catch the body of the Tyrant Holy Son who was slowly falling. The expressions on their faces were extremely frightened.

His heart was directly shattered, and he was completely extinguished. Even if there were real immortals in this world, he could not be revived.

The pride of the Penglai world fell in front of everyone so easily, leaving everyone watching looking a little confused!

It can be said that figures such as the Son of Tyrant have almost no chance of falling or being strangled in the Penglai world. In the end, they will all become a generation of peerless overlords, with almost no exceptions.

But at this time, someone dared to take away the life of such a proud man. This made others feel scared, and they looked at Feng Hao in a different way.

Killing people without any scruples made them all show fear.

To kill the successor of a top force would require him to withstand the crazy revenge of the changing forces. Therefore, even if they had the ability, no one would dare to take action against a person at the level of the Holy Son.

It can be said that once you become the Holy Son, you can basically represent the force. Provoking the Holy Son is equivalent to provoking the authority of the force. If you don't make some drastic reactions, you will be unable to gain a foothold in the future!

At the same time, on the high ground of the basin, the Holy Lord Tyrant, who originally had a slight arc of pride, suddenly changed his face. In the blink of an eye, a bright jade pendant turned into crumbs in his hands.

.

Suddenly, his expression turned gloomy, and an unstable aura spread from his body, sending all the elders of the Tyrant Holy Land around him flying away.

The sudden change of the Tyrant Holy Lord immediately attracted the attention of others, especially the broken jade pendant in his hand, which was a bit dazzling in the eyes of many people.

"The Holy Son was killed!"

An elder of the Tyrant Holy Land exclaimed with a trembling voice and told the reason.

Suddenly, a look of surprise filled the eyes of the surrounding eyes, and some people even secretly showed a look of gloating.

It was definitely a good thing for them that the Holy Son of Tyrant was killed. After such a talented person was removed, it would not be possible for the Holy Land of Tyrant to find another Holy Son in a short time.

"No matter who it is, I will definitely destroy his entire clan!"

The angry tone of the Tyrant Holy Lord was like muffled thunder, exploding in the sky and spreading thousands of miles.
Chapter completed!