Chapter: 4565
After Han Fei Yuanzun saw the sarcasm in the eyes of Slaughtering Immortal Yuanzun and Moshi Yuanzun, he finally realized belatedly that the Third Prince Ming was different from what he had imagined...
"Who am I?"
The Third Prince Ming sneered, and slapped Han Fei Yuanzun on the face with his backhand. With this slap, Han Fei Yuanzun flew into the air, and at the same time spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with dozens of broken teeth! Seeing this scene, the monks around were stunned and unbelievable.
In their eyes, Han Fei Yuanzun is already the top existence, and people who are stronger than him in the Central Continent can be counted on one hand, but right now, Han Fei Yuanzun is in the hands of the third prince of the underworld, as if he has no As vulnerable as a child without resistance...
Before Han Fei Yuanzun landed, he was grabbed by the neck again by the Third Prince Ming, and then...
"Who am I?"
Snapped!
"Who am I?"
Snapped!
"I am……"
Snapped!
"I……"
Snapped!
"You fucking tell me who I am!"
Snapped!
The Third Prince Ming stared at Han Fei Yuan Zun viciously, and kept slapping his face. After a cup of tea, Han Fei Yuan Zun's head was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and he was almost open. Not open.
Gudong.
Demon Lord Jiuyou swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The Nine Tribulation Creator around him was similar to him. Tens of millions of monks watched this scene quietly, but they didn't know what to do in their hearts. They subconsciously put their breath into the air. At the slowest point, it seemed that he was afraid that because he was breathing too loudly, he would end up with Han Fei Yuanzun.
"Tell me, who am I?"
The Third Prince Ming slapped Han Fei Yuanzun's face with a palm. This time, Han Fei Yuanzun's neck was broken. The Third Prince Ming was slightly startled, glanced at his hands, and sighed in his heart. Sure enough, he was right. My own strength can't reach the point where I can control it freely. If Han Fei Yuanzun's strength is only at the level of Fengyun Wudao, I guess he would have died by the first palm...
"I, I don't know who you are..."
Han Fei Yuanzun raised his hands with difficulty and straightened his neck. His heart was filled with unprecedented fear. Even when he faced Ning Qi, he had never been so afraid. This feeling seemed to have changed from his breakthrough to Since the day of the Creator, it has been forgotten, and now it has risen again, making Han Fei Yuanzun strange and flustered...
"You don't even know who I am, how dare you run away just now?"
Third Prince Ming became more and more furious.
He suffocated in Ning Qi's hands. He didn't expect that even the ants in front of him would not give him face so much. He didn't kill Han Fei Yuanzun because he didn't want Han Fei Yuanzun to die too easily!
"I……"
Han Fei Yuanzun stared blankly at the third prince Ming, feeling bitter in his heart, if he had known the strength of the other party was so terrifying, how dare he run away? This guy is even scarier than the original Ning Qi. At that time, Ning Qi took a lot of effort to kill Cangji Yuanzun, but he, who was almost the same as Cangji Yuanzun, didn't even have the ability to fight back!
Seeing that Han Fei Yuanzun had nothing to say, Third Prince Ming stepped forward and broke his limbs, then threw it to Wang Zhong, "Hang him up."
Wang Zhong broke through the air, caught Han Fei Yuanzun, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He is worthy of being the ancestor of Beixuan. The strength of a follower has reached this level. It seems that the Wang family is really going to rise this time. Han Fei Yuanzun, who was once regarded as a god by monks, is now held in the hands of Wang Zhong, a guy who is not even the creator, and hangs Shi Shiran on a log in the center.
Seeing this scene, the children of the Wang family were filled with emotion. Dongfang Haojie and the others from the God of War Temple, and Snake Le Python Venerable from the Blood Clan could hardly hide the shock on their faces.