Chapter 3270

"No!"

"Senior, spare your life!"

The fairy palace was surrounded by frightened shouts.

The real immortals fled around, pale and desperate.

And some golden immortals are united to resist those half step big Luo and Tianzun level old monsters.

"Tut!"

Tang Hao looked around and couldn't bear it.

Although he is used to killing, he never kills innocent people indiscriminately.

"Is that guy...?"

His eyes swept around and suddenly fell on one of the figures. He was a fat man with a gray Taoist robe and a fat belly. His eyes were so fat that they narrowed into a gap. It was the Tianzun old monster who asked Heaven's great religion.

"Come on! Come on in!"

"Don't run! It's your honor to be liked by me!"

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

WOW!

The cloth bag opened, covered it forward, and took in a group of real immortals.

He took the cloth bag, patted it, grinned and went to the refining pool.

"Let me come first!"

He also shouted, smiling.

"This guy!"

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed and a cold awn appeared.

Of course he remembered this guy. He asked Tianjiao to deal with him twice. There was this person.

This man, whose Taoist name is Xumi, is one of the three heavenly lords of the Great Church of heaven.

"This... Is too cruel!"

The fairy palace was shrouded in a golden light. Feng Qingyan looked at the side of the refining fairy pool and couldn't bear to tunnel.

"There's nothing cruel about this. It's just natural selection. The weak should be eliminated. Even if we don't kill them, they will also be killed by others, so let's come." The man in white shook his head and said coldly.

"Yes! Instead of letting them be killed by other murderers and old demons, let's ask Tianjiao."

"They are lucky to fall into our hands!"

Many disciples agree with Tao.

They looked around with some excitement.

Those people in the four directions are all great tonics for walking, which is a supreme opportunity.

"Elder martial brother, let's do it too!"

Soon, they couldn't help it.

"OK! Let's fight together, catch people and teach the master to practice." The man in white nodded and was excited.

"Over there!"

He swept around, found the target, took a group of disciples of Tianjiao and hurried away.

At the corner of the fairy palace, Tang Hao still stood there.

He looked around with indifference.

Although he couldn't bear to see it, he didn't plan to do it.

It's too chaotic. There are too many people. He can't save everyone.

"Taoist friend, help me!"

Someone fled in his direction, covered with golden immortal blood and looked embarrassed. When he saw him, he immediately shouted.

In his opinion, this person is alone and independent of this. His posture is so calm and calm. He must be an expert and a generation of great powers. He is not afraid of those fierce demons. If he takes shelter, he will be saved.

"Hum! Still want to run!"

Behind him, a figure rushed after him, whoosh!

A dark sword light flashed through the real immortal's head.

Then there was a puff and a sword. The head flew up and was caught by the man who came after him and pinched in the palm of his hand.

"Ho! I still want to run in front of this seat! What an idiot!"

The man sneered.

Then he took back the body. He looked up at Tang Hao.

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

He wanted to take advantage of the situation, but when he looked carefully, he hesitated, because he found that he could not see through this person's realm at all. Moreover, this person was independent and looked calm, as if he had some strength.

"Forget it!"

He muttered and turned away.

Seeing him leave, Tang Hao snorted.

This man is the golden immortal peak. If he dares to fight, he doesn't mind killing him and then refining him to death.

Then, many people passed by him, but when they looked carefully, they all left.

"Elder, spare your life!"

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

Another group of people were chased and killed to a nearby hall.

He is an old man with several young people.

The old man is just a fairyland, and those young people, who have just been promoted to be real immortals, and who look like a 12-year-old child. At the moment, they all look frightened and desperate.

The old man opened his arms, stopped in front of them and begged for help from one of them.

The immortal robe on his body was broken and stained with immortal blood. He looked a little miserable.

"Spare your life? Ha ha! It's time for you to beg for your life. Is it useful?"

"Old man, this is your bad life. You can't blame anyone. Who says your strength is too weak!"

The man who came after him immediately laughed and laughed.

"If you are so weak, you should die. Besides, you are lucky to die in my hands! You should be satisfied!"

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

As soon as I brushed my sleeve, a sword light burst out.

Poof!

The old man's shoulder was pierced and splashed with immortal blood.

His figure shook and his face twitched, but he stopped, tried to stabilize his figure and still stood there.

"Master..."

Behind him, a group of young people cried sadly with red eyes.

"Disciples, it's the bad master who hurt you!" The old man swallowed a mouthful of immortal blood in his throat, and his voice was astringent, with a sad look on his face.

Then, as soon as he clenched his teeth, a look of determination appeared on his face.

On him, a violent breath broke out.

"Hum, I'll hurt myself even if it's too bad!"

Leng hum, the disciple of Wentian cult, disdained to say.

He is a golden immortal. He still asks the Tianjiao, realm and magical powers of Tianjiao, which are not comparable to this small medium-term Tianxian.

The old man's breath became more and more violent.

He walked forward step by step.

"Master..."

Behind him, the group of young disciples wept bitterly and became tearful.

Seeing this scene, Tang Hao, not far away, gave a slight tut.

He was finally moved.

Just now, he didn't have the intention to make a move, because these people are people in the fairy world, not Pangu people. He has no special feelings for people in the fairy world.

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

"That's all!"

With a slight sigh, he took a step and swept out.

"Hum! Old man, I'll stop you first and see how you explode!"

The disciple of Wentian cult sneered and brushed his sleeve. A golden pagoda flew out, expanded in an instant and headed for the old town below.

However, the pagoda just fell for a distance and suddenly stopped. It stopped ten feet above the old man and couldn't fall any more.

"What's going on?"

He was stunned.

The old man below was also stunned.

"Go away!"

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

Turning around, I saw a figure walking, dressed in white as snow, shrouded in bright Fairy Light, looking dreamy and dusty.