At this time, Ona no longer cares about the revenge of killing his son!
He knows very well that today, let alone avenging his son, it is still unknown whether he will survive until tomorrow!
"When you decided to send troops to Tianlong City, did you ever think about letting me go?" Murong Ziyun asked back.
"My Jihan Castle, and even the entire Demon Realm City, can surrender to you, and I can also assist you in attacking Xuantian City!" Ona did not directly answer Murong Ziyun's words.
"In addition, all the territory under the jurisdiction of our Demon City can be transferred to Tianlong City for free!"
"Haha, do you think I will believe you?" Murong Ziyun sneered.
Phew!
Ona exhaled a heavy breath.
"I know you want to kill me now, it will be easy!"
"But if you push me too hard, even if I die, I won't make it easy for you!"
"Even if I can't do anything to you, I can at least get a few of these people you brought to be buried with me. You should know that I have that ability!"
While he was speaking, a large, dark crowd came from all directions of the manor.
"Really?" Murong Ziyun glanced around and then looked at Ona again: "You overestimate yourself!"
After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and waved: "Do it, everyone who abandons their cultivation will live, otherwise, they will be killed!"
"Received!" Ling Hao and Murong Xu responded at the same time.
After the words fell, everyone rushed out in all directions at the same time.
¡°Come on all of them and kill them!¡± A white-haired old man led by the other party said angrily.
Wow!
The next moment, both sides fell into a fierce fight.
Of course, it is said to be a fight, but in fact it is a unilateral crushing.
Except for the twenty-odd people who cultivated the Supreme Saint, the other party was all Supreme Realm warriors.
People here in Tianlong City can knock down dozens of people just by raising their hands.
The two old men of the sixth level of the Holy Spirit on the other side joined forces to attack Murong Xu.
It¡¯s just that the two of them are just looking for abuse!
Murong Xu¡¯s cultivation level was already just a hair away from the Eighth Grade Saint, but after the life-and-death decisive battle a few days ago, it got even further.
Therefore, after refining the seventh-level beast core given to him by Ling Hao, his cultivation level broke through to the eighth-level Holy Saint without any doubt.
With his current strength, opponents at the sixth level are not much stronger than ants in front of him.
The result was as expected. After a few rounds, the two sixth-grade holy warriors were lifted into the air, hit hard on the ground, and their whole bodies twitched a few times and became silent.
Ling Hao¡¯s opponents were two fifth-level old men. Like Murong Xu, the two opponents could not last two minutes in Ling Hao¡¯s hands before they were chopped into two pieces, their flesh and blood blurred.
Then, the two of them rushed towards each other's other warriors in the Holy Realm again.
With the two of them joining in, more than twenty people in the early stage of the Holy Sainthood all lay down in less than ten minutes, and no one survived.
Bang!
At the same time, several kilometers away in mid-air, Ona had already exchanged a move with Murong Ziyun.
?On the surface, with one move, the two seemed to be equally matched.
"If your guess is correct, you should have just recovered your cultivation not long ago, right?" Ona suppressed the surging blood in his heart and spoke loudly.
He, who was already in despair, felt a glimmer of hope in his heart after this round.
¡°Perhaps, if you use all your trump cards, a battle is not impossible.
"Let's take action!" Murong Ziyun did not answer his words: "Looking at the fact that you are also a figure, I will give you a chance to use your trump card!"
"But you only have one chance, so you'd better give it your all!"
"Thank you very much!" Ona responded loudly.
Phew!
After finishing speaking, the aura on his body quickly rose to the extreme, and his cultivation level of half-stepping into the ninth level of the Holy Saint was fully revealed.
Immediately afterwards, I saw him opening and closing his hands to pull out countless afterimages in the void, and at the same time, there was a harsh sound of breaking wind.
After a while, a ferocious beast in the form of true energy appeared above its head, and its whole body was filled with a strong aura of death.
It looks like a vulture, is huge, with a pair of wings spread out, and is about twenty meters tall.
As the ferocious beast flapped its wings, strong winds and clouds surged in the entire void, as if a heavy rain was coming.
Not to mention anything else, this momentum alone is enough to make the warriors in the early and early stages of the Holy Sage shudder!
¡°I¡¯ll fight you!¡± Then Ona continued to shout loudly.
Phew!
The next moment, I saw the giant ferocious beast transformed from true energy, inciting its wings and swooping towards Murong Ziyun at high speed, with thunderous thunder and a rainbow-like momentum.
A powerful hurricane blew up in the void at the same time, the wind howled, and the formation was terrifying.
"You overestimate yourself!" Murong Ziyun's voice reached the other party's ears at the same time.
Facing the all-out attack from the late eighth-level warrior, Murong Ziyun stood motionless in mid-air, showing no intention of dodging.
Immediately afterwards, I didn¡¯t see how she took action. She just twisted her eyes slightly, and a huge ancient sword that became a material was suspended above her head.
¡°Obviously, this is what Lu Yue and Qin Yufei explained before, the materialization of spiritual power!
There is an essential difference between the materialization of mental power and the transformation of true energy. Just a thought can trigger a materialized attack, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
?????????????????? Its power is an order of magnitude greater than that of the true energy transformation!
"break!"
After Murong Ziyun said something solemnly again, she saw the ancient sword stabbing the opponent's ferocious beast with energy that could destroy the world.
Boom!
Immediately there was a shocking loud noise in mid-air, like a thunderbolt from the blue.
The aroused air wave not only created a huge pit below, but also leveled everything within several kilometers below. The sky was filled with dust and the clouds blocked the sun.
Poof!
At the same time, Ona looked up to the sky and spat out a large mouthful of blood, which then ejected like a cannonball.
After flying a thousand meters away, he smashed a big hole in the ground and collapsed in it, with a look of endless despair on his face.
Originally, he thought that he could more or less fight Murong Ziyun for a few rounds, and if he was lucky, he might be able to escape unscathed.
But after the official fight, he realized how naive he was!
The two of them are not on the same level at all. They can't last even one round, let alone a few rounds!
In the late period of the Holy Saint, the one-level and one-day chasm is indeed true!
Even though he has only half-stepped into the ninth-level cultivation realm, compared with the true ninth-level saint, he is not even a little bit behind.
If Murong Ziyun had gone all out just now, he would have been dead by now!
"How is it? Do you have anything else you want to say?" After a while, Murong Ziyun strolled over.
"Winner or loserthere's nothing to say" Ona spat out a mouthful of blood again and got up.
"But, I said, even if you die today, I will drag the few people below you to support you!"
After the words fell, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly rushed towards the battle circle of Ling Hao, Murong Xu and others.
At the same time as the figure flashed out, the aura on his body rose rapidly, his eyes were scarlet, veins popped out on his head, and his entire body more than doubled in size at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It¡¯s obvious that he¡¯s going to blow himself up!
The power of the self-destruction of an eighth-grade Saint Realm expert is unimaginable!
Crazy Owl No. 1 (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com