Chapter 3270: Tang Hao shot

"No!"
"Senior, spare your life!"
There were horrified shouts everywhere in the fairy palace.
The true immortals fled around, their faces pale and desperate.
And some golden immortals all unite to resist those half-step big Luo and Tianzun-class bosses.
"Tsk!"
Tang Hao looked around, a little unbearable.
Although he is used to killing, he never kills innocent people indiscriminately.
"That guy is...?"
He swept his eyes around, and suddenly fell on one of the figures. It was a fat man, wearing a gray robe, with a chubby belly, and a pair of fat eyes that were narrowed into a gap. It was that Wentian. Dajiao’s Tianzun boss.
"Come, come! Come in!"
"Don't run! It's your honor to be admired by Master Dao!"
He muttered, holding a cloth bag in his hand, chasing a group of true immortals.
Wow!
The cloth bag opened and covered it forward, and a group of true immortals were collected.
He collected the cloth bag, patted it, grinned, and rushed to Lian Xianchi.
"Let let! Let me come first!"
He also yelled and smiled openly.
"This guy!"
Tang Hao narrowed his pupils, and a cold light appeared.
Of course he remembers this guy, Wentianjiao dealt with him twice, and he had this person.
This humane name Sumi is one of the three deities of Wentian University.
"This... is too cruel!"
On the side of the fairy palace, surrounded by a cloud of golden light, Feng Qingyan looked at the side of the refining pond, and couldn't bear it.
"What's so cruel about this, it's nothing more than natural selection, the weak should be eliminated, even if we don't kill, they will be killed by others, so it is better to let us come." The white man shook his head and said coldly. .
"Yeah! Instead of letting them be killed by other big murderers, the old demon, let us ask the gods."
"It fell into our hands, they were lucky!"
Many disciples echoed the Tao.
They looked around, their expressions a little excited.
All those people in the Quartet are great tonics for walking, and they are a great opportunity.
"Brother, let's do it too!"
Soon, they couldn't help it.
"Okay! Then let's shoot together, grab someone, and then teach the master to practice." The white-clothed man nodded and said excitedly.
"there!"
He swept around, found the target, took a group of Wentianjiao disciples, and rushed away.
At the corner of the fairy palace, Tang Hao still stood there.
He looked around, his expression indifferent.
Although it was a bit unbearable, he had no plans to make a move.
It was too chaotic, and there were so many people who shot, he couldn't save everyone.
"Friends, save me!"
Someone fled in his direction, covered in golden blood and looked embarrassed. When they saw him, they immediately shouted.
In his opinion, this person is alone, independent of this, and his posture is so indifferent and calm. He must be a master, a generation of great supernatural powers, who is not afraid of those fierce demons. If he takes shelter, he will be saved.
"Huh! I want to run!"
Behind him, a figure hurriedly pursued, whoosh!
A dark sword light flashed, piercing the head of the true fairy.
There was another puff, a sword flew across, the head flew up, was caught by the man who was chasing behind, and pinched it in his palm.
"Ho! I want to run in front of this seat! What an idiot!"
The man sneered.
After closing the body again, he raised his head and looked at Tang Hao.
"This guy... seems a little weird!"
He originally wanted to take advantage of the trend, but when he took a closer look, he hesitated, because he found that he could not penetrate the realm of this person at all, and that this person was independent with his hand, and looked calm, as if he had some strength.
"Forget it!"
He murmured and turned away.
Seeing him leaving, Tang Hao snorted softly.
This person is the pinnacle of the Golden Immortal, if he dares to make a move, he doesn't mind to crush him, and then die.
Then, a lot of people passed by him, but after a closer look, they all left.
"Senior, spare your life!"
"Senior, they are still children, less than a hundred years old! You are merciful, please forgive them!"
Another group of people were chased and killed, to a nearby hall.
He is an old man with a few young people.
The old man is nothing but a fairyland, and the young people, who have just been promoted to the real fairy, also have the appearance of a twelve or thirteen-year-old child. At this moment, they are all panicked and desperate.
The old man opened his arms and stopped in front of them, begging for someone who came after him.
The immortal robe on his body was torn, stained with immortal blood, and he looked a little miserable.
"Forgiveness? Haha! It's time for you to beg for forgiveness, is it useful?"
"Old man, this is because your life is not good. You can't blame anyone. Who calls you too weak!"
The man who was chasing sneered and mocked.
"You deserve to die if you are as weak as you, besides, you are lucky to die in the hands of my Wentianjiao! You should be content!"
He sneered again, with a look of scorn on his face.
With a flash of sleeves, a sword light blasted out.
puff!
The old man's shoulder was pierced, and a lot of blood was splashed.
His figure shook, and his face twitched even more, but he still stopped, tried his best to stabilize his figure, still blocking it.
"Master..."
Behind him, a group of young people cried out sadly, their eyes flushed.
"Disciples, it's the master who is not good, and it hurt you!" The old man swallowed a bit of blood in his throat, and said with a sad expression on his face.
Then, as he gritted his teeth, a resolute color appeared on his face.
In him, a violent breath broke out.
"Want to explode? Humph! You are still a little bit too close, but in the middle stage of the immortal, even if you explode, you can't hurt me!"
That Wentianjiao disciple snorted coldly, disdainfully said.
He is the golden immortal cultivation base, and he still asks the heavenly sect's arrogant, realm, and supernatural powers, which are not comparable to this small mid-term celestial.
The old man's breath became more and more violent.
He walked forward step by step.
"Master..."
Behind him, the group of young disciples was crying in grief and tears.
Seeing this scene, Tang Hao, who was not far away, gave a soft tut.
He was finally moved.
He didn't plan to make a move just now, because these people were all from the immortal world, not from Pangu, and he had no special feelings for the people in the immortal world.
But, seeing this scene, he couldn't help it after all.
"Fine!"
He sighed lightly, took a step, and flew out.
"Huh! Old man, I will kill you first and see how you explode!"
The Wentianjiao disciple gave a sneer, and flicked his sleeves, a golden pagoda flew out, instantly swelling, towards the old town below.
However, the pagoda only fell a certain distance, and suddenly stopped, stopped ten meters above the old man, and could no longer fall.
"what happened?"
He was immediately stunned.
The old man below was also startled.
"get out!"
At this time, a cold drink came from the side.
Turning around and looking, there was a figure walking towards him, dressed in a white robe like snow, surrounded by dazzling celestial splendor, looking dreamy and dusty.