Chapter 1182: Great Power

The voice was slow, but it sounded like thunder in the minds of Du Teng and Zhou Shao!

This voice is so familiar!

Could it be

Du Teng and Zhou Shao, who had closed their eyes tightly and prepared to wait for death, suddenly opened their eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw the void not far away, and then a young man wearing tight black clothes emerged.

Judging from the appearance, the man is not very old, only in his early twenties. He was wearing an ordinary black suit, his long black hair was tied casually into a high ponytail, his face was a bit ordinary, and he had a delicate look.

After seeing the young man's face, Du Teng and Zhou Shao became excited instantly.

Du Teng was so excited that his whole body shivered, and his usually calm old face turned red. This was the result of being too excited and causing his blood to surge up.

Zhou Shaoze lost his voice in excitement, "Luo Zhen? Is this you, Fellow Daoist Luo?"

"It's me," Luo Zhen nodded and chuckled, "Two fellow Taoists, we haven't seen you for a long time."

"Long time no see, long time no see," Zhou Shao replied subconsciously, his hands trembling so much that he didn't know where to put them.

Du Teng took a step forward and asked, "Friend Luo, why are you here? What a coincidence, we"

"Hey! Don't you think so little of me!" Du Teng was interrupted by the strong man from the Little Saint Realm before he could finish his words.

As soon as these words came out, Du Teng and Zhou Shao suddenly calmed down a lot.

Now is not the time to reminisce about old times, the enemy is still in front of us!

"Are you here to save them?" The strong man from the Little Saint Realm turned around, looked at Luo Zhen up and down, and then smiled, "I thought he was some powerful guy, but it turned out to be just a little Saint. Seat level junior.

"With such weak strength, I can destroy it with one hand!"

Luo Zhen's demon soul was injured and suddenly fell to a great level, from the seventh level of the minor saint to the current seventh level of the holy throne.

If you only look at it from a realm perspective, Luo Zhen is indeed ordinary.

"Boy, you look like a bear and you are not from the Holy Land of Killing. Go away. I don't want to deal with a rat like you." The little saint-level strongman waved his hand casually. His attitude was extremely arrogant and completely unreasonable. Take Luo Zhen seriously.

"Oh? Am I a rat?" Luo Zhen became interested and sneered, "These two are my friends. What if I insist on saving them?"

As soon as these words came out, the little saint-level powerhouse was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

In addition to this little saint-level person, there were seven or eight Holy See-level experts who surrounded Du Teng and Zhou Shao. When they heard this, they also laughed from ear to ear, as if they were listening to What a big joke.

"Did I hear you correctly? This kid actually wants to go against Mr. Yang? Mr. Yang is a strong man of the third level of the Little Saint level. This kid is only the seventh level of the Holy See. Did he take the wrong medicine?"

"No matter how crazy he is, Master Yang can crush him to death with one hand!"

"That's right."

"Actually, there is no need for Mr. Yang to take action. We are all at the Holy See level. We can blast this kid into ashes with just one move."

The others were laughing and discussing passionately, with great contempt for Luo Zhen in their words.

Even Du Teng and Zhou Shao became nervous.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, we have already heard of your reputation. After all, there are so many True Dragon Talent Lists that they are almost everywhere. Now the entire spiritual world knows that you are a super evil genius," Du Teng said sincerely,

"However, this only represents your cultivation talent. You are still relatively weak now, and you are far from being a match for the powerful Little Saint level."

"If you really want to save us, leave here quickly and report to the Holy Land of Slaughter 30,000 miles away. If you can call a strong person, you might be able to save us."

"That's right," Zhou Shao said quickly, "your future achievements are limitless, there is really no need to involve yourself in saving us."

Luo Zhen smiled and shook his head.

Although his realm has fallen, he has many methods and can still easily defeat a small saint-level third-level expert.

As for the remaining Holy See-level cultivators, Luo Zhen didn't take them seriously at all!

Speaking of which, the True Dragon Talent List can only display the ranking, and then use the ranking to infer the strength of the people on the list. However, the True Dragon Talent List did not show the fact that Luo Zhen had practiced to the Little Saint level.

In addition, Du Teng and Zhou Shao naturally did not know Luo Zhen's specific combat power.

"You guys stand back and leave this place to me." Luo Zhen flashed and came to Du Teng Zhou Shao and said softly.

Du Teng and Zhou Shao suddenly became anxious when they saw that Luo Zhen didn't hide and was ready to fight the little saint-level powerhouse.

That is a powerful man of the Little Saint level!

Moreover, in addition to this little saint-level powerhouse, there are several saint-level cultivators around, and each of them is not an easy person. Could it be that Luo Zhen's attitude is to defeat all the opponents with one enemy and repel them all? Can’t?

How can this be!

Although Luo Zhen's cultivation talent is surprisingly high and his methods are powerful, it is impossible for one person to defeat so many opponents!

Du Teng and Zhou Shao were rushing around anxiously, and when they were about to continue admonishing Luo Zhen, the people on the opposite side became angry.

"This little bastard actually seeks death. Haha, I really don't know who gave him the courage." The little saint-level strong man sneered, then turned to his men and said,

"This kid is at the level of the Holy See. He is not worthy of my help. You all come together and kill this kid right where he is."

"yes!"

"okay!"

"Master Yang, just wait and see!"

The remaining group of Saint-level practitioners all stood up, ready to fight, and drew out swords and other weapons one by one, and began to perform martial arts.

Seeing this, Du Teng and Zhou Shao suddenly became nervous.

With so many Saint-level practitioners attacking together, can Luo Zhen block them?

Will he be blasted into slag in an instant?

Under the nervous eyes of Du Teng and Zhou Shao, Luo Zhen, who is also Saint-level, made a move.

Opening his mouth, Luo Zhen sprayed out a stream of divine water emitting three-color spiritual light. This is one of his innate magical powers, the Three Lights Divine Water!

The Three Lights Divine Water is a healing holy medicine when combined, but if it is dispersed, each one is a horrifying killer!

Sure enough.

After the Three Lights Divine Water gushed out of Luo Zhen's mouth, it immediately turned into three kinds of divine water: gold, silver, and purple. The number of the three kinds of divine water is extremely large, and they do not interfere with each other, and they roll towards those Saint-level practitioners.

The next moment.

"Ahhhh!"

"What is this weird thing?"

"My soul is melting, Lord Yang, save me, save me"

Under the cover of the three kinds of holy water, all kinds of screams suddenly sounded on the opposite side, and these sounds lasted for a very short time, almost as soon as they sounded, there was no movement.

Three seconds later.

The group of Saint-level powerhouses on the opposite side all lost their breath, some of their souls were melted clean and turned into the shell of a corpse.

Some of their spiritual consciousness was wiped out and turned into a walking corpse.

Some simply disappeared without a trace.

Du Teng and Zhou Shao were stunned, and the two of them widened their eyes, completely unable to believe what they saw.

The little Saint-level powerhouse was also full of horror, and there was a strong doubt in his horror.

At this time, a big question mark appeared in their hearts, that is, is this the end?

In such a short time, the battle is over?

Seven or eight Saint-level masters, just a few screams, all died so tragically?

Is it so unbelievable!

Luo Zhen ignored their shock, opened his mouth and sucked back all three kinds of divine water, swallowing them into his stomach.

Smacking his lips with a hint of satisfaction, Luo Zhen looked at the little Saint-level strongman with a smile on his face, and chuckled, "All your men are dead, now, it's your turn."