Chapter 1140: Things Worse than Pigs and Dogs

Chapter 1140: Things Worse than Pigs and Dogs

"Sikong Yu!"

Xiao Fan's eyes trembled slightly, a middle-aged man in a white robe was standing on the top of a mountain outside Lihuodidu.

The last time he fought with Sikong Yu, if Tu Tianshang hadn't made a move, Xiao Fan would probably have died.

Even now that he has awakened the dragon blood, Xiao Fan also knows that he is far from Sikong Yu's opponent. The gap between the three small realms of the early stage of the war saint and the peak of the war saint is not something that ordinary people can bridge.

Even if the blood of Shura can allow him to fight across a small realm, and the blood of Shenlong can also allow him to fight across a small realm, it is still only equivalent to the late stage of the War Saint.

And the further to the back, the bigger the gap. Although Shura's divine power can give him the upper hand in fighting with monks of the same level, it is not enough for him to cross the gap between the late stage of the Battle Saint Realm and the peak.

Of course, there are places where Xiao Fan is not inferior to Sikong Yu, and that is speed and soul. You must know that Xiao Fan's current soul strength is equivalent to the peak of the War Saint.

"Uncle, Zi Wuming is also there!" Bei Chenfeng suddenly pointed at the sky and shouted.

Looking in the direction Bei Chenfeng pointed, Xiao Fan saw an old man in a white robe, standing alone in the blood-colored mask hall, staring down indifferently, muttering words, as if he was talking to someone, but he didn't Know what he's talking about.

"This old bastard is indeed a mother if he has a milk. He was invited by the Yan Luo Mansion before, but now the Temple of God of War has also invited him." Bei Chenfeng scolded angrily.

Xiao Fan raised his brows slightly, he didn't see anything great about Zi Wuming's strength, but his attainment in the soul pattern was average, as can be seen from the speed at which he broke the boundary of time and space before.

Although Bei Lao is also a master soul carving master, Xiao Fan is not too sure now, after all, Zi Wuming almost killed Bei Lao back then.

With Bei Lao's strength, can ordinary people harm him?

Obviously not!

This can also reflect from the side that Zi Wuming is not easy. If they rush forward rashly now, they will be in great trouble.

Xiao Fan's mind turned quickly, and he muttered to himself: "Zhan Baiyang doesn't have Zi Wuming in his memory, it seems that this matter was carried out by Sikong Yu secretly, why is there no movement from the teacher, it shouldn't be. "

Just as Xiao Fan was meditating, in the old bamboo garden in the north of the outer city of Lihuo Emperor's Capital.

Bei Lao sat calmly in the courtyard, staring at the sky lightly, his expression was calm, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a killing intent flickering.

Apparently, Old Bei's calmness exceeded Xiao Fan's expectations, and it was Old Xi sitting opposite him, his brows were slightly raised, and his expression was very calm.

Around the bamboo garden, there were countless monks standing, Fire Emperor, Sword Emperor, Nangong Yu, Ling Feng, Guan Xiaoqi, Nangong Xiaoxiao, etc., all gathered here.

Ling Feng, Guan Xiaoqi and Fatty have been healed by Xi Lao, and under the training of Bei Lao in the past six months, the three of them have also broken through to the level of war saints.

Facing the attack on the Temple of War, the three of them were ready to die together again.

All over the capital of Lihuo, the soldiers of the Dali Dynasty are also standing by, ready for a big battle at any time.

Of course, not everyone is working together, and many people are flying towards the outside world with expressions of fear.

"Beichen Tiannan, you really can sit still. I'm your enemy, and I ruined your family. Don't you want to kill me?"

"If you don't make a move now, it will be too late for you to make a move later, and everyone in this city will be buried with you."

"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. I thought you were dead. Aren't you the heir to the high-ranking family? Don't you even have the courage to resist now? I really look down on you!"

"Zuzu, I'm not afraid to tell you that I killed your son and daughter-in-law too, but it's a pity that your grandson was saved. Thinking about it, I regret it a little. I should have acted harder then."

... A series of provocative voices echoed in the sky, these words obviously came from Zi Wuming, he looked at Old Bei with a sneer, and only wanted to make Old Bei angry.

Although Old Bei maintained a calm face, his body was shaking violently, and he was on the verge of going berserk.

The others also looked at Zi Wuming angrily, murderous intentions surfaced, but none of them made a move. Everyone's eyes were all on Bei Lao, as if at this moment, Bei Lao became the backbone of everyone.

"You really killed Yun Qing and his wife?" Old Bei's voice was very hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, and the Yun Qing he was talking about was his only son, Bei Chenfeng's father.

Bei Lao's full name is Bei Chen Tian Nan, but few people in this world know his real name, drunken man is one of them.

Just as Xiao Fan guessed, Old Bei is indeed a member of the Beichen family of the ancient clan, but he has been living in seclusion in Lihuo Emperor Capital, so he changed a word for Bei Chenfeng. It stands to reason that Bei Chenfeng's real name should be Beichenfeng .

He always felt strange about the death of Beichen Yunqing, the old son of Bei. He had been investigating secretly for these years, but there was no clue.

Originally, Old Bei had given up on avenging his son, but now he heard Zi Wuming say that if he killed his son, the enemy was right in front of him. How could Old Bei not be angry?

As the saying goes, the revenge of killing one's father is not shared, and the revenge of killing one's son is not shared.

Thinking of the death of his son Beichen Yunqing at that time, Old Bei was heartbroken. If he was killed directly, he would not be so angry, but Beichen Yunqing was cut off by someone with a knife, alive It hurts.

Because of Beichen Yunqing's death, Bei Lao devoted all his love and care to his grandson Bei Chenfeng. No matter how big a mistake he made, Bei Lao couldn't bear to beat him deep down in his heart.

"Could it be fake? I still remember how he wailed when his flesh was cut off one by one." Zi Wuming laughed wildly, licking his scarlet lips, revealing an evil smile.

boom!

When Old Bei heard this, a terrifying aura erupted from him, and the surrounding space shook violently. With him as the center, the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth began to riot.

One can faintly see dense cracks appearing in the void. Obviously, this is only possible for those who have comprehended the majesty of the heavens and the earth or possessed the spirit of battle.

His body trembled violently, and he smashed the stone table next to him with a slap, and said sharply: "You bastard, Yun Qing is your nephew, you actually killed him? Tortured him to death!?"

Anyone who knows Bei Lao knows that Bei Lao has a good temper and is very kind. At least no one has ever seen him so angry.

Hearing this, the crowd showed astonishment. They looked at Bei Lao and Zi Wuming in amazement. Bei Lao's son was Zi Wuming's nephew, so Bei Lao and Zi Wuming were... brothers?

The fists of the crowd were clenched, this Zi Wuming really deserved to be killed, he deserved to be hacked into pieces, even his own nephew, is this still human?

"Things that are not as good as pigs and dogs!" Suddenly, an angry voice sounded, and there was a flash of light in the bamboo garden, and a hunched figure came out from inside.