Volume 1, Chapter 189: Hua Zhilu’s identity.

The wrath of a saint is comparable to that of a god, and even the people around him are terrified.

Chao Yu had a sinister and smug look on his face. You, Ye Tingmu, are not worthy enough to fight with me.

At this time, Hua Zhilu bit her white lips lightly and saw Ye Tingmu being controlled by the King of Beimang.

She didn't hesitate any longer and tore up the blood-red paper in her hand.

The white-haired person on the treetop in the distance had a slight smile on his feminine face.

Right now.

His figure disappeared in a flash.

Dahei, who was about to take action, lay down again after seeing this scene, and looked at the disappearing figure in surprise.

That’s interesting. It seems there’s no need for me to take any action.

At this time, Ye Tingmu was controlled by Situ Feng's saintly power.

He couldn't move, and his body was in pain from the shock of landing.

It turns out that a saint is a saint.

Invincible.

Even though I have broken through to the True Yuan Realm, I am still unshakable.

Situ Feng's eyes were filled with anger.

He really couldn't tolerate Ye Tingmu provoking him like this today.

He really didn't dare let Feng He die in this city, but you, Ye Tingmu, are dead if you die.

Just when Ye Tingmu was about to crush the true energy in his hand.

Suddenly, I felt a cold wind blowing across the lake.

This wind is extremely cold.

Touching it can make people feel scared.

And with this wind comes.

There is also a terrifying pressure.

The space seemed to fluctuate, first like ripples on water, and then the air currents around it vibrated violently.

Wu Yanwang and others secretly thought that something was wrong and hurriedly mobilized their spiritual power to resist this evil wind.

At this moment, a white figure appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

The aura was so strong that even Situ Feng changed color.

When the strong wind stopped, the figure appeared.

This is a man holding a folding fan, dressed in pure white, with flowing silver hair and a feminine and handsome face.

Someone exclaimed.

"saint?"

The man smiled and waved his folding fan.

Spit it out gently from your mouth.

"The King of the Northern Rogues is so angry that he can even kill a junior."

Before he finished speaking.

The moment the folding fan was swung, a murderous aura swept over Situ Feng.

As a fellow saint, how could Situ Feng dare to be careless?

He grabbed with his five fingers, and then a green light flashed, and a stream of energy gathered in his hands.

Then there was a shock and his palms spread out.

"go."

The blue energy ball transformed into a big sword.

The sword flashed with cold light and moved forward in an instant.

Then it collided with the scarlet evil wind in mid-air.

Boom boom...

There was an explosion.

The turbulent air currents swept around.

The wind blew the white-haired man's long hair rustling, and his clothes fluttered.

The entire lakeside cottage was shaking violently.

At this time, Ye Tingmu also broke free from Situ Feng's restraints and fell to the ground.

He lowered his eyes.

In a clash between saints, could even a light swing of the sword have such power?

It's really terrifying.

The people around were already frightened.

Two saints, this means that both sides have not exerted their full strength.

Otherwise, they would have already sunk into the pond by now.

"What do you mean, do you want to... run?"

"My legs seem to be out of control, woo woo."

“I am also…”

Situ Feng sat upright in his royal seat, his eyes slightly narrowed with a cold look.

"Who are you to this kid? Why did you save him?"

The white-haired man sneered and said, "I don't know this scholar, I just can't stand you bullying others."

"Heh...Thirty-six Saints of Jiuzhou, I have never seen you before?"

The white-haired man said, "The world is so vast, how can it be limited to just the Nine Provinces? As the dignified Northern Rogue King, your perspective is a bit too narrow. No wonder you would compete with a junior."

The Northern Maniac King sneered.

"Your Excellency, are you going to be my enemy today?"

The white-haired man disagreed.

"I have no say in this matter."

The King of Beimang was surprised and didn't understand what the other party's intention was. Could it be that he really couldn't stand it?

Obviously impossible.

As a saint, he has to kill people along the way, so such things are commonplace to him.

There is no possibility of intervention.

Moreover, the person in front of him, although handsome and speaking softly, always has a smile on his face.

But he could feel that this person had killed more people than himself.

Without waiting for Situ Feng to answer.

The white-haired man fell to the ground.

Then the tide of people left.

As he passed by Ye Tingmu, he did not forget to give him a smile.

Then he went straight to Hua Zhilu and the others.

Lin An, Wan Jin and others subconsciously stood in front of them.

There was fear and panic in his eyes.

As the Adam's apple moved, one could see the body shaking constantly.

He is a saint, who wouldn't be afraid of him?

Zhou Heisan even asked: "What do you want to do?"

His tone was quite firm, but his legs were fanning frantically.

It can be seen that he was actually very panicked inside.

The white-haired man stopped and put away his fan.

He lifted up the hem of his trousers with one hand, then knelt on one knee with his hands clasped together in front of everyone's surprised gaze.

Qingfeng and the others were stunned, their eyes filled with confusion.

Jinghong even muttered softly.

"Kneel down in front of me now?"

Little did she know that the person kneeling was not her, but Hua Zhilu who was biting her red lips at that moment.

The voice of the white-haired man also sounded.

"The Right Protector of the Blood God Cult, the White-haired Immortal, pays homage to the Saint."

When these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked.

Blood God Cult?

That was once the number one cult in Jiuzhou.

Once upon a time, with the strength of one sect, we were able to challenge the six major sects.

But hasn’t the rumor been dispelled?

How come he appears among these northern gangsters again?

Ye Tingmu's face was also full of shock at this moment.

He was not shocked by the appearance of the Blood God Cult, nor was he shocked by the man in front of him who called himself the White-haired Immortal.

He was shocked as to why the person kneeling with white hair was Hua Zhilu.

At this moment, he just felt his head buzzing.

"Saintess... Xiaolu is actually a saintess, how is this possible?"

It was difficult for him to accept this for a while.

Of course, he was not the only one who was shocked.

There is also the Northern Gangster King Situ Feng.

The White-haired Immortal was one of the Ten Saints of the Blood God Cult.

He is also the most powerful right protector, known as the White-haired Blood Demon.

He was cruel and bloodthirsty. It was rumored that he once massacred an entire city by himself.

Moreover, his strength had already reached the eighth level of Sainthood. Now that hundreds of years had passed, his strength must have reached a higher level.

And I am only at the fourth level of saint.

If he really wanted to fight, he would definitely not be able to win.

But the Saint...

He looked in the direction where the white-haired fairy was kneeling.

The image of Hua Zhilu came into view.

The peach blossom between the eyebrows is particularly eye-catching.

I didn't even notice it just now.

Rumor has it that the Blood God Cult was founded by a peach blossom demon.

This woman is honored as the Saint by the Blood God Cult.

It was just during the battle with the six major sects that year.

Unfortunately fell.

But people say that this peach blossom demon is immortal, although it has not yet become an immortal.

But you can also enter the cycle of reincarnation.

It seems that the woman in front of me is the reincarnation of the peach blossom demon.

In the surprised eyes of everyone.

Hua Zhilu said softly, "Get up."

"Thank you Saint."