Destined Martial God Chapter 1570: The butcher (continued one)

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In the Qinling Mountains, in the Leng family mansion!

Looking at the **** fog scattered on the square, the faces of more than 7,000 members of the Leng family became pale, and some of the clansmen with poor psychological quality directly rose into the air and planned to escape from the Leng family mansion.

But just as they rushed to the edge of the mansion in the air, a series of fierce sword auras containing a destructive aura directly strangled those Leng family members who wanted to escape into powder.

"The trapped formation with lore power!"

Looking at the hundreds of people who were killed by countless fierce sword auras, the white-haired old man with a gloomy expression instantly raised his head and asked Yu Haoran with a trace of horror.

"The surname is Yu, are you planning to destroy my Leng family today?"

"Just five minutes ago, Mengyao and I had our wedding on a peak tower deep in the Qinling Mountains."

After sorting out Lin Mengyao behind, Yu Haoran said murderously as he stepped into the Leng family's mansion.

"Although Mengyao left one step ahead of time, as her husband, Yu Haoran also swore an oath to replace her with the lives of the 73,537 members of the Leng family. Funeral, so that she can leave safely."

"Yu Haoran, except for the more than 7,000 martial sage realm powerhouses in front of you, most of the remaining clansmen in the Leng family are old, weak, sick, orphans and widows. Do you really have the heart to deal with them?"

An old man whose cultivation base is only at the pinnacle of the seventh rank of Martial Saint, with loose white hair, and his life has reached the age of the rod, asked with a trembling body.

"Yes!"

Yu Haoran nodded and admitted without changing his expression.

"Regardless of men, women, young or old, regardless of the disability, sickness or weakness, all who do not stay will be killed."

"Yu Haoran, you are not a human being, you are an executioner from a dynasty, a devil from the Northern Territory, a demon from hell."

After getting Yu Haoran's indifferent and ruthless affirmative reply, the white-haired old man in the year of Zhang Chao yelled and cursed in grief.

"You will die sooner or later without a place to bury!"

"Old guy, now you see that your relatives and friends are about to be killed, you feel heartache!"

Faced with the reprimands and curses of the elder Zhang Chao, Yu Haoran forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and asked.

"So, as Lin Mengyao, who is also a member of your Leng clan, have you ever thought about my feelings about Yu Haoran when he was suffering from the pain of soul refining and blood drawing?"

"Yu Haoran, Lin Mengyao's death has nothing to do with our Leng family. Why do you let more than 70,000 people from the Leng family be buried with her?" The old man of Zhang Chao asked with a very sad expression on his face. .

"Old guy, how did you know that this matter has nothing to do with your Leng family!" Yu Haoran asked with a sneer.

"Yu Haoran, as long as Leng Yun and the others use the means of burning their own phoenix blood to wake up the three sleeping martial masters, then under the influence of my secret method, the three martial arts realm will die. The blood of the ancestors is burning." Just after Haoran had just drank the old man who asked Zhang Chao, he quickly returned to the sea of ​​consciousness to remind Ta Ling.

Taling's timely return and reminders not only made Yu Haoran full of endless confidence in killing the Leng family, but also had enough means to expose what Leng Yun had done to Mengyao.

"Evidence!"

Faced with Haoran's yelling, the old man who was the year of the rod towards the rod, tremblingly stretched out his hand and said.

"Yu Haoran, take out the evidence that Mengyao was killed and my Leng family, and the old man believes you."

"Old guy, if I can produce evidence, what can you do for me?" Yu Haoran, who didn't immediately take out the evidence, continued to ask with a sneer.

"Yu Haoran, as long as you can come up with hard evidence, then no matter who killed Miss Mengyao, the old man will order the elders of the punishment hall to pay Miss Mengyao his life." The old man assuredly patted his chest lightly.

"Just rely on you, an old man whose cultivation level is only at the peak of the seventh rank of Martial Saint, and is about to enter the earth!" After looking up and down, Yu Haoran said with doubt in a tone of disbelief.

"The three elders of the Leng family who hold real power are my sons, the two Taishang elders of the Three Tribulations Zhunwu Emperor realm are my younger brothers, and the seven hall masters who control one third of the family's strength are my grandsons."

Faced with Haoran's suspicion, the old man in the age of Zhang Chao asked himself after introducing himself very proudly.

"Yu Haoran, do you think I am qualified to decide the fate of the Leng family."

"Ah, ah, ah...!"

Just as the voice of the old man who asked in the middle of the stick came down, in the depths of the Leng family mansion, there were three very miserable howls.

After hearing the familiar screams, the white-haired old man at Emperor Wu's realm couldn't help his face change. When he immediately jumped into the sky and planned to enter the depths of the mansion, the panic-faced Leng Yun eight quickly rushed out.

"Patriarch, what happened? What happened to the three ancestors?" Flashing appeared in front of Leng Yun, and the white-haired old man asked with a gloomy look.

"唳,唳,唳...!"

Just as Leng Yun opened his mouth to explain, the miserable howling in the depths of the mansion ceased, and three phoenix chirps resounding through the sky followed.

With the sound of the phoenix resounding through the sky, three giant phoenixes over a kilometer in length rose into the air from the deepest part of the mansion.

"Burning souls and refining blood!" The white-haired old man shouted in horror as he watched the white flames burning through the three giant phoenixes.

"Tarling, thank you!"

Seeing that Ta Ling used the same method to let the three strongest ancestors of the Leng family bear exactly the same encounter with Mengyao, Yu Haoran thanked the Ta Ling in the sea of ​​knowledge.

"Yu Haoran, I have left the imprint of divine consciousness in the bodies of those three guys."

Ignoring Yu Haoran's thanks, Ta Ling reminded him excitedly.

"At that time, they will not only endure exactly the same pain as Mengyao, but they will also use their painful death to bring you the hope of Divine Soul and Yuanli to advance to the realm of Emperor Wu."

"The essence and blood of the beast Phoenix!"

There is no need to guess too much at all, and Yu Haoran also knows what the hope of supporting Yuan Li and Soul Power is to advance to the Martial Emperor Realm.

"Yes!"

While nodding to confirm, Taring explained further excitedly.

"Yu Haoran, those three guys are not only powerful experts in the high-level realm of Emperor Wu, but also nearly 70% of the blood of Shenfeng in his body."

"The essence and blood of the **** and phoenix refined by burning soul and refining blood is enough to assist your vitality and soul power to reach the peak of the fourth rank of Emperor Wu, and may even reach the early stage of the fifth rank of Emperor Wu."

The benefits brought by the blood of Shenfeng made Yu Haoran's sad mood a little relieved.

Afterwards, he looked up at Leng Yun who was desperately explaining to the white-haired old man, thinking of the revenge that Ta Ling had prepared in advance, a terrifying cold light flashed in his eyes.