"ah....."
Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Liang Hai became completely furious.
Waves of terrifying auras, like a storm, continued to erupt.
Liang Hai burst out with all his strength, giving even Wujizi a headache.
However, since I have chosen to take action.
He certainly wouldn't stop there.
For a moment, the fight between the two escalated again.
Boom, boom, boom!
The earth is cracking.
The void is trembling.
The power of the deity was fully displayed at this moment.
On the ground.
Ye Han's expression was also very solemn.
The state of transformation.
It is the pinnacle of Dongzhou Continent’s combat power.
And the current Qingyun Sect...is far from being comparable.
.........
Time passes by little by little.
Finally, half an hour later.
Following the collapse of the void.
Wujizi and Liang Hai finally separated.
At this time, both of them looked very pale and weak, and both had suffered serious injuries.
"Hahaha, Liang Hai, this time, your Cangyun Palace will definitely be destroyed. Don't be meaningless and just accept your death obediently." Wujizi said with a laugh.
As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain.
In the same Cangyu realm.
Cang Yun Palace and Ling Cang Sect can be said to be old enemies.
There have been many battles over the years.
In fact, the reason why he agreed to Ye Han.
There is definitely a reason for this.
"You, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!" Liang Hai was completely furious, especially when he saw his son's body, his eyes turned blood red,
The overwhelming anger seemed to be about to collapse the heaven and earth.
"Wujizi, Ye Han, do you really think you are sure to win?"
"Um?"
As soon as these words came out, Wujizi's face became solemn.
A bad premonition arose in his heart.
"I wanted to let you live a little longer, but since you want to die, don't blame me."
Snap!
As Liang Hai's voice fell.
Next second.
A strange formation plate appeared from his hand.
With a wave of his hand.
The formation plate grew in the wind and soon formed a huge formation.
Then a powerful energy burst out from the formation, and then a huge void passage appeared above him.
"Welcome the Holy Son to come!"
“Boom!”
A deafening sound of footsteps was heard, and a young man wearing a dragon crown and a dragon robe slowly walked out.
Behind him.
Likewise, several majestic figures appeared.
"Holy Son of the Prideful Sun, teleportation array!"
Wujizi's face turned pale.
The Holy Son of Prideful Sun is the third-ranked Holy Son in the Tianyuan Holy Land.
Only below the Saint Son of Tianya and the Saint Son of Xuetian.
I didn't expect him to come in person.
"Holy Son of the Prideful Sun!"
Ye Han also frowned slightly.
He had heard of this person.
He is ranked fourth on the Dongzhou Prodigy List, and is born with a Holy Sun Body and extraordinary combat power.
"Lord Saint, you must make the decision for me!" Liang Hai hurried to the side of Saint Jiaoyang and looked at Ye Han and others with an angry expression.
However.
Next second.
Something happened that he could not have imagined.
The Holy Son of the Prideful Sun grabbed with his big hand.
His head was actually caught in the hand of the Son of Prideful Sun. The severe pain made him wail in agony.
"Sir, you..."
"Humph, trash!"
The Son of Prideful Sun squeezed Liang Hai's head so hard that it exploded. Blood splattered everywhere and everyone else looked extremely pale.
“So cruel!”
Ye Han couldn't help but sigh.
How could this Holy Son Jiaoyang be so cruel?
But if he thought about it, he could understand it.
No matter whether they are saints or saintesses, they are all high and mighty.
And the other people in Dongzhou Continent.
In their eyes, they are nothing but ants.
They may be nice to you when they are needed, but when they are no longer needed, they will just wipe you out. It’s nothing at all.
In fact, it's not just him.
Aren’t the other great saints and saintesses the same?
Even if it is Yao Yue.
Ye Han didn’t think that she really believed in him, she just thought that he was still useful.
"Are you Wujizi?"
At this time, the Holy Son of Jiaoyang looked at Wujizi.
The terrifying pressure made even a strong man like Wujizi feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Greetings, Your Majesty the Holy Son!" Wujizi bowed helplessly.
"snort!"
The Proud Sun Saint smiled contemptuously, and then said coldly: "Now that Liang Hai is dead, you should kneel down and submit. From now on, Cangyu will be yours."
His voice was extremely overbearing.
It's like giving orders.
Wujizi's face turned as pale as paper.
However, Wujizi did not answer, but turned around and looked at Ye Han.
Ye Han didn't say anything, just nodded at him.
This made Wujizi's eyes narrow and his teeth clenched.
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint the Saint Son. I'm already Saint Yaoyue's man!"
"boom!"
In an instant.
An aura like a landslide erupted from the body of the Son of the Prideful Sun.
This moment.
Wujizi felt as if his body was suppressed by the ancient sacred mountain. He could not bear it at all and fell directly to the ground.
"What are you saying? I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?"
cold!
Extremely cold.
The feeling of his soul being frozen made Wujizi's face pale, but after seeing Ye Han's indifferent expression, he still clenched his teeth.
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