Chapter 1517: Disagreement

Had it not been for relying on his power now, he would have done it himself!
Of course, from the perspective of Hao Yu, even if he was doing the sword himself, he would definitely not be an opponent. The gap between them was so big that they were crushed directly.
After venting his temper, Haotian Pavilion Master's son Hao walked out the door silently, and then flew over...He also wanted to see what the situation was like.
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Back to Jiangcheng again, Fang Fan couldn't help showing a trace of excitement on his face.
The buildings here are the same as before, without much change.
From a distance, above the tallest tall building, there is a mighty bunker on display. On the bunker, laser cannons are deployed neatly and uniformly.
Once, this war fortress preserved the entire Jiangcheng and killed countless zombies and demonized beasts for Jiangcheng.
And now... this can only be a display.
Because at this moment, the artillery fire from the laser cannon on this war fortress is almost ineffective to everyone...
Any king realm cultivator can easily catch the laser cannonball empty-handed...
The building remains the same, but the situation here has already changed dramatically!
In the entire Jiangcheng, there is not a single human race alive!
On the streets and alleys, all you feel is a strong blood!
The surviving practitioners in Jiangcheng all went to escape from the Acropolis sub-shrine, but most of them were killed and a small number were captured before they could be transferred. Then they were imprinted and sent to the battleship, waiting for their fate to become slaves!
"Human race, never be a slave!"
Fang Fan's eyes turned blood red in an instant, and the fireworks of revenge rose wildly in his mind! This idea is gradually rising...
Revenge... has become his only will at the moment!
"Who are you? Don't you know this is the territory of the Haotian Pavilion?"
Beilin, the guardian of the Haotian Pavilion in a gray robe, strode over, with a look of contempt in his eyes.
He saw Fang Fan at first sight, and then realized that he was only a low-level quasi-sacred realm, and instantly dropped his vigilance.
The low-level quasi-sage poses no threat to him!
"Haotian Pavilion?"
"Ha ha……"
"This is the territory of my human race! It is the territory of my human palace!"
"It's useless to tell you all this..."
"Because you guys are going to die soon!"
Fang Fan pulled out the four-star holy sword, placed it in his palm and wiped it gently.
Blood debt is destined to be repaid with blood!
"Are you a human?"
"Human race actually has a genius like you?"
"Yes...Yes... so the bone age can be promoted to the quasi-sacred realm... very good!"
"I give you a chance to become my war slave, and I forgive you for your life!"
The son of Haotian Pavilion pavilion master Haoyu strode forward, and after seeing Fang Fan, he nodded proudly.
"You probably don't know my identity yet, I am the patron and son of the pavilion master of Haotian Pavilion! I am Haoyu, and now I am the master of this plane!"
"It is a great honor for you to be my war slave!"
As Haoyu said, the arrogant color on his face increased.
Fang Fan was silent, because talking to the dead is meaningless.
When his sword is wiped clean, blood can be seen!
"Young Master Fallen, they killed Xiao En and tens of thousands of cultivators in the Haotian Pavilion. They must die!"
"They are not qualified to become war slaves!"
Bei Lin, the guardian of the Haotian Pavilion, glanced at Hao Yu indifferently, and then said directly.