Chapter 1779: The Buddha Saint Clan, Young Master Yan, a Battle without Any Suspense

When I think about it, in the future, I may even overthrow the five superior saint clans.

Huo Feng's heart beat violently.

"Don't be anxious, don't be impulsive, I want to calm down now."

Huo Feng took a deep breath.

He felt that he should be a little more cautious.

If this Devil's Heart Sutra were accidentally spread, it would definitely bring disaster to his Huo family and even the entire Wuji City.

Because this technique is so unbelievable!

And this is all given by the God of Destiny and Creation.

"I can't be in a hurry, I have to take it step by step. When I have the opportunity, I will give this technique to someone I trust first."

"Then it spreads to the entire Huo family, and finally controls Wuji City, and then expands to the Northern Wasteland."

It can be said that Huo Feng has been mediocre and inactive for so many years.

But this also polished his calm temperament.

"And right now, the most important thing is the fight in one month."

"Futuyan, wait for me, I will let you know that the so-called genius of the saint race is nothing more than this!"

There was fire burning in Huo Feng's eyes.

He dodged and left directly.

And just a moment after Huo Feng left.

In the forest, a young man in white clothes appeared with an orange cat on his hand.

Looking at the direction Huo Feng was leaving, Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.

"Yes, he has ambitions and desires, but he is not impulsive. He is a good person who does things well."

Jun Xiaoyao is quite satisfied with the chess piece he chose.

The golden seeds obtained by Huo Feng.

Naturally, it is a sub-seed separated from Jun Xiaoyao's original demon species.

And that god-like figure is Jun Xiaoyao's divine body.

Although he has not regained his strength for the time being, his image is still quite intimidating.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao also gave one thousandth of his talent to Huo Feng.

Huo Feng said before that if he could get the one-thousandth talent of the Killer God from outside the world, he could even sacrifice his soul.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao has fulfilled his wish.

But what Huo Feng gave was not only himself and his soul.

There is also the Huo family, Wuji City, and even the entire Northern Wasteland.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The little white tiger, who was being kneaded by Jun Xiaoyao in his hands, was very puzzled.

She didn't understand what Jun Xiaoyao meant by this operation.

Of course, she didn't know how powerful and terrifying the Demonic Heart Sutra that Jun Xiaoyao had fused was.

It can be said that if the devil's wedding dress magic trick is feared by all the spirits in the world.

Then Jun Xiaoyao's Heart Sutra of Planting Demons is definitely an even more terrifying and heaven-defying existence.

If other forces in the world know about it, they will definitely be extremely afraid.

At the moment, Jun Xiaoyao is using the Northern Wasteland of the Xuanhuang Universe as a testing ground for the Demon Heart Sutra.

It was just time to test how incredible his technique was.

"Next, in a month, we can watch a good show, although there is no suspense." Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

With a ball of immortal material given by him, plus the Demonic Heart Sutra.

The most important thing is that Huo Feng also received one thousandth of Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation talent.

This is one thousandth of Jun Xiaoyao's talent after rebuilding his life.

This is much more powerful than the talent he gave to preacher Tuoba Yu before.

If you do this, you won't be able to defeat Futu Yan of the Futu Saint Clan.

That Jun Xiaoyao will directly erase this chess piece.

A month is basically a blink of an eye for a monk.

In Wuji City, there is one of the most lively and crowded squares.

Countless people have already gathered here.

Everyone is looking forward to seeing a battle.

Although it is a battle, there is not much suspense.

A young man with a resolute face was already standing on the square with a reserved expression.

Faced with looks of pity or ridicule, he remained unmoved.

However, his eyes turned to a pavilion beside the square.

On the pavilion, a woman in colorful clothes, standing tall in the wind, was looking at him with sad eyes.

It was his sister, Huo Ling, whose reputation spread far and wide in the Northern Wasteland.

At this time, in the starry sky, nine magical birds containing the blood of the Divine Phoenix came across the sky, pulling an extremely luxurious chariot.

An old man and a young man landed down.

One of them, a man in rich robes, had a pale complexion and slightly sunken eye sockets, giving him a gloomy look.

Next to the man was an old man in black.

"I've met Mr. Yan..."

The members of several big families in Wuji City all gave up.

This gloomy man is naturally Futu Yan of the Futu Saint Clan.

At this moment, Fu Tuyan's mood was not very good.

Because a cousin of his lineage, Futu Hong, was killed in two moves in the most humiliating way.

This not only damages the majesty of the Buddha Saint Clan.

This caused his clan to suffer suppression within the clan.

Futu Yan was already in a depressed mood, and Huo Feng popped up to prevent him from getting the beauty.

Fu Tuyan naturally had no good feelings towards Huo Feng.

"Haha... a declining young master from Wuji City dares to resist my orders."

"But your brother-sister relationship is quite touching."

"For this reason, I will love your sister more when the time comes."

Fu Tuyan showed a dark smile.

"Let's fight." Huo Feng looked cold and didn't say much.

"Ha..." Futuyan sneered.

How could a mediocre young master from a declining power dare to challenge him, the pride of the Saint Clan?

Although he was not a top star in the Buddha Saint Clan, he was not someone that could be provoked by such a person.

The battle was about to begin.

And on the pavilion beside the square.

Huo Ling, dressed in colorful clothes, had a sad face.

Her facial features were beautiful and her skin was crystal clear, as if she was covered with pearls. No wonder she was famous in the Northern Wilderness.

"I guess the girl must be Miss Huo."

At this moment, a gentle voice came.

Huo Ling looked around and didn't know when.

A young man in white clothes, like a banished immortal, sat leisurely by the window.

Holding a teacup in one hand and stroking a ginger cat in the other.

Huo Ling was a little absent-minded for a moment.

She had never seen a man with such outstanding demeanor in her life.

Or rather, in a place like the Northern Wilderness, it was impossible for such a person to appear at all.

"I am Huo Ling." Huo Ling said.

"It seems that you are worried about your brother." Jun Xiaoyao took a sip of tea.

When mentioning this, Huo Ling's eyes dimmed and she smiled self-deprecatingly.

"If possible, I would rather not have my appearance, so that I won't implicate my brother and the entire family."

"Do you think your brother will lose?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

For some reason, seeing the smile of the young man in white, Huo Ling's sad mood seemed to be soothed a lot.

"Although I also want my brother to win, but..."

Huo Ling shook her head.

The facts are here, it is impossible.

However, the young man in white in front of her murmured.

"Within ten moves, no, I think three moves should be enough."

"Young master, what are you talking about?" Huo Ling was puzzled for a moment.

At this moment, a shocking noise suddenly broke out on the square.

"Oh my god, am I seeing right? Three moves, just three moves, and Master Yan of the Buddha Saint Clan was defeated!"

"Has Young City Lord Huo Feng been hiding his abilities all along? His talent and strength are stronger than his sister, right?"

Seeing this scene, Huo Ling's mind went blank.

She turned her eyes to the side.

But she found that the figure of the young man in white was no longer there.

Only half a cup of tea was left, still slightly warm.

Huo Ling was a little stunned, and picked up the teacup with her jade hand.

"Who is that young man?"