Chapter 3279 Tang Hao Takes Action

"No!"

"Senior, spare your life!"

There were screams of terror everywhere in the fairy palace.

The real immortals fled in all directions, their faces pale and desperate.

And some golden immortals all united to resist those half-step Daluo and Tianzun-level old monsters.

"Tsk!"

Tang Hao looked around, feeling a little unbearable.

Although he was used to killing, he never killed innocent people indiscriminately.

"That guy is...?"

He glanced around and suddenly fell on one of the figures. He was a fat man, wearing a gray robe, with a bulging belly. His eyes were so fat that they were narrowed into slits. It was Wentian. The old monster of the great sect.

"Come on, come on! Come in, everyone!"

"Don't run away! It's your honor to be favored by Master Dao!"

He muttered, holding a cloth bag in his hand and chasing a group of true immortals.

Wow!

The cloth bag opened, and when it was moved forward, a group of true immortals were taken in.

He collected the cloth bag, patted it, grinned, and headed towards the Immortal Refining Pond.

"Let me go first!"

He also yelled and smiled brightly.

"This guy!"

Tang Hao narrowed his pupils, and a cold light emerged.

Of course he remembered this guy. He had this person twice when Wentianjiao dealt with him.

This person's name is Xumi, and he is one of the three great deities of the Wentian Sect.

"This... is too cruel!"

The side of the Immortal Palace was shrouded in a ball of golden light. Feng Qingyan looked at the side of the Immortal Refining Pond and couldn't bear to say.

"What's so cruel about this? It's just natural selection. The weak should be eliminated. Even if we don't kill them, they will be killed by others, so we might as well let us do it." The man in white shook his head and said coldly .

"Yes! Instead of letting them be killed by other big killers,

If the old demon is to be killed, it would be better for us to ask the Heavenly Sect to come. "

"They are lucky to have fallen into our hands!"

Many disciples echoed.

They looked around, looking a little excited.

Those people in the four directions are all walking great tonics and supreme opportunities.

"Senior brother, let's take action too!"

Soon, they couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay! Then let's take action together, arrest the person, and then teach the master to practice." The man in white nodded and said excitedly.

"there!"

He scanned around, found the target, and rushed away with a group of Wentian Sect disciples.

In a corner of the Immortal Palace, Tang Hao was still standing there.

He looked around with an expression of indifference.

Although he couldn't bear to see it, he had no intention of taking action.

It was too chaotic and there were so many people taking action that he couldn't save everyone.

"Fellow Taoist, save me!"

Someone was running in his direction, covered in golden fairy blood and looking miserable. When they saw him, they immediately shouted out.

In his opinion, this person is alone, independent, and has such a calm and calm posture. He must be a master, a person with great supernatural powers, who is not afraid of those evil demons. If he protects him, he will be saved.

"Hmph! I still want to run!"

Behind him, a figure chased after him, whoosh!

A jet-black sword light flashed through, piercing the head of the true immortal.

There was another pop, and a sword passed by. The head flew up, and was caught by the person chasing behind him, holding it in his palm.

"Oh! You still want to run away in front of me! What an idiot!"

The man sneered.

Putting that body away again, he raised his head and looked towards Tang Hao.

"This guy... seems a little weird!"

He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation, but after taking a closer look, he hesitated because he found that he could not see through this person's state at all. Moreover, this person was independent with his hands behind his back, and his expression was calm, as if he had some strength.

"never mind!"

He muttered and turned away.

Seeing him leaving, Tang Hao snorted lightly.

This person is at the pinnacle of the Golden Immortal. If he dares to take action, he doesn't mind suppressing him and then refining him to death.

Then, many people passed by him, but upon closer inspection, they were all gone.

"Senior, please spare my life!"

"Senior, they are still children, less than a hundred years old! Please show mercy and spare them!"

Another group of people were being chased and arrived at a nearby hall.

It was an old man with a few young people.

The old man was only in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and the young people were just promoted to True Immortals, and some of them looked like children of twelve or thirteen years old. At this moment, they all had panic and despair on their faces.

The old man opened his arms, stopped in front of them, and begged to the person chasing him.

The immortal robe on his body was torn, stained with immortal blood, and he looked a little miserable.

"Spare your life? Haha! It's already here, and you still beg for your life. Is it useful?"

"Old man, this is your bad fate. You can't blame anyone. Who told you that you are too weak!"

The man who was chasing him immediately laughed out loud, his face full of mockery.

"Weak people like you deserve to die. Besides, you are lucky to die in the hands of me, the Wentian Sect! You should be content!"

He sneered again, with a ferocious look on his face.

With a flick of his sleeves, a sword light blasted out.

puff!

The old man's shoulder was pierced, splattering with immortal blood.

His body swayed, and his face even twitched, but he still stood still, trying his best to steady his body and still block it.

"Master..."

Behind him, a group of young people screamed sadly, their eyes red.

"Disciples, it was Master's fault that caused you harm!" The old man swallowed a mouthful of immortal blood in his throat and said in a solemn voice, with a look of sadness on his face.

Then, he gritted his teeth and showed a look of determination on his face.

A violent aura burst out from him.

"Want to self-destruct? Humph! You're still a little behind, but in the middle stage of the Immortal Stage, even if you self-destruct, you won't be able to hurt me!"

The Wentian Sect disciple snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

He is a golden immortal, and he is a genius of the Wentian Sect. His realm and magical powers are not comparable to that of this little mid-term immortal.

The aura on the old man became more and more violent.

He walked forward step by step.

"Master..."

Behind him, the group of young disciples were mourning and crying. They were already in tears.

Seeing this scene, Tang Hao, who was not far away, let out a light tut.

He finally felt a little moved.

He had no intention of taking action just now, because these people were all from the Immortal Realm, not from Pangu. He had no special feelings for the people from the Immortal Realm.

However, after seeing this scene, he couldn't help it anymore.

"That's it!"

He sighed softly, took a step, and rushed out.

"Hmph! Old man, I'll suppress you first, let's see how you explode!"

The Wentian Sect disciple sneered, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden pagoda flew out, instantly swelled and headed towards the old man below.

However, the pagoda only fell a certain distance, and suddenly stopped, stopping about ten feet above the old man, and could no longer fall.

"what happened?"

He was stunned immediately.

The old man below was also startled.

"get out!"

At this time, a cold shout came from the side.

Turning around and looking around, he saw a figure walking towards him. He was dressed in snowy white clothes, shrouded in a bright fairy light, making him look dreamy and out of the dust.