The protagonist worships the heavens, with boundless mana

Hao Ren didn't know that his bed was being occupied by another person.

At this time, Hao Ren had already started cleaning.

"Holy, Holy Son."

Yin Chuan, a small deacon in Cangxiong Holy Land, is one of the monks who are unwilling to leave the Heavenly Power Dao Domain.

After leaving, Yin Chuan couldn't find a holy place for practice as rich as Cangxiong Holy Land.

Therefore, Yin Chuan became one of the monks who disobeyed Hao Ren's order.

"You're fine, it's you." Hao Ren nodded in satisfaction.

Yin Chuan was taken aback, not understanding what Hao Ren meant.

The next moment, Hao Ren suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Yin Chuan's neck.

"Holy Son, forgive me."

A touch of regret rose in Yin Chuan's heart, regretting why he stayed with the intention of being lucky.

If he left by himself, he would not be choked by this devil like he is now when he leaves Tianquan Daoyu.

However, there is no regret medicine in the world, but there is a supernatural power to turn back time, but it is obvious that Yin Chuan will not have such a great supernatural power.

"Cross the catastrophe."

Hao Ren said.

"Forehead."

Yin Chuan's head was a little dazed, and he didn't understand Hao Ren's meaning for a while.

"Think about it! You're going to die soon, so you don't have any thoughts of revenge on the world, such as pulling a few monks to back you up. You're not alone on the road to the Underworld, right?"

Hao Ren laughed.

"you."

Yin Chuan's eyes widened. He already understood what Hao Ren meant.

His realm has reached the realm of crossing the catastrophe, and he can attract the catastrophe at any time and attack the realm of ascension.

It's just that he has been suppressing his cultivation and polishing his foundation to increase the success rate of crossing the catastrophe, so he didn't invite the catastrophe.

And this lunatic still wants to use yesterday's method, intending to use the Heavenly Tribulation mechanism to destroy himself and his enemies.

"Crazy, you are crazy."

"Hehe, haven't I always been a lunatic? Did you bring on the catastrophe by yourself, or did I come to help you?"

Hao Ren asked with a smile.

"Holy Son, no, Holy Master, I was wrong, let me go, I am willing to surrender to you, recognize you as my master and be driven by you, as long as you let me go this time."

Yin Chuan was scared, scared, this is a complete lunatic!
"Surrender now, don't you think it's too late? Since you don't want to, let me help you!"

Hao Ren forcefully opened Yin Chuan's mouth, and poured a bottle of cultivation-improving elixir into Yin Chuan's mouth.

"Woo, no."

Yin Chuan struggled with distance.

And the movement here also attracted other monks who were still staying in Cangxiong Holy Land.

A series of figures flashed in Yin Chuan's residence, and then saw Hao Ren stuffing something into Yin Chuan's mouth.

"Holy Son, what are you doing?"

A strong man of the Seven Tribulations Loose Immortal asked angrily.

This is the only surviving Sanxian of the Seven Tribulations in Cangxiong Holy Land. He is also the number two figure in Cangxiong Holy Land, the Great Elder of Cangxiong Holy Land, Qu Tianchi.

According to normal logic, Dai Mutian is dead, and the Cangxiong Holy Land belongs to Qu Tianchi.

It's just that a freak like Hao Ren was killed on the way.

"Oh, they're all here, so I'll find them one by one."

Hao Ren hit Yin Chuan's stomach with his fist, and the force of the punch shattered the medicine in Yin Chuan's stomach, turning it into pure and powerful medicine, and a wave of physical refinement came.

"Boom."

Thunder exploded in the sky.

Everyone's expressions changed at the same time, and they suddenly remembered the shocking punishment from yesterday.

Their spiritual sense reached out to the sky, and everyone's faces turned pale with fright.

Still come, this will not let the monk live.

"Holy Son, I surrender, I am willing to surrender."

Some with brighter minds knelt down in front of Hao Ren with their knees limp.

Then, more and more monks fell at Hao Ren's feet, begging for Hao Ren's mercy.

There are many powerful Sanxian experts among them.

At this moment, no dignity, no pretense, is not important in front of life.

At this moment, the only person standing in the arena was Qu Tianchi.

Qu Tianchi's eyes were struggling, and his primordial spirit was beating wildly. He also wanted to kneel down and beg Hao Ren, but his dignity as an immortal of the Seven Tribulations prevented him from wagging his tail and begging for mercy from an ant.

But the next moment, Qu Tianchi felt that the dignity of being a Sanxian of the Seven Tribulations was no longer very important.

With a "plop", Qu Tianchi knelt down in front of Hao Ren.

"Holy Son, this old man is willing to surrender."

Because Hao Ren has already put on the Shura armor that can teleport.

Hao Ren twisted his stiff neck, grabbed Yin Chuan with one hand and walked towards Qu Tianchi, looking down at the Sanxian who was kneeling on the ground begging to live.

"Grand Elder, why are you doing this? You don't choose if you are given a chance, and you have to wait for me to do it before you come to pray for survival."

Hearing this, Qu Tianchi lowered his head in embarrassment, with endless anger burning in his heart.

"I beg the Holy Son, please forgive the old man this time, the old man will be the only holy son in the future."

"No need, you have no future."

Hao Ren pinched Qu Tianchi's neck directly.

"Holy Son, you."

Qu Tianchi's prayer suddenly turned into hatred, and powerful magical powers came out one by one, bombarding Hao Ren for free.

And Hao Ren's body was like an unshakable boundary wall. Any supernatural powers that fell on his body turned into a breeze blowing on his face, which was unshakable.

"You will die badly, you devil, you will die..."

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Qu Tianchi cursed in despair.

Maybe it's personal self-cultivation, maybe it's because I've never scolded others before, and I just kill anyone who gets upset, so why bother cursing.

Qu Tianchi's cursing vocabulary is just a few words that don't hurt or itch.

"The Great Elder is right. I will definitely die in the future, but it will all be a matter of the future."

Hao Ren showed eight neat teeth, and gradually tightened his palms.

A ray of white light shot out from Qu Yueming's body, trying to escape into the distance.

Hao Ren stretched out his hand, and the white light strangely returned to Hao Ren's hand.

"Ah! Don't, don't kill me. It's not easy for me to practice so far, and I don't want to die. As long as the Holy Son lets me go this time..."

Hao Ren smiled when he heard this, and then ran towards the sky with all his strength.

Qu Tianchi's primordial spirit passed through the roof of the hall, and smashed into the robbery cloud in the sky amidst screams.

A bolt of lightning flashed across and landed on Yuanshen, and Qu Tianchi completely disappeared into the world.

With the addition of a Sanxian of the Seven Tribulations, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation suddenly rose to a big level.

Hao Ren felt that killing people was a little troublesome, so with a thought, he raised the Dragon Capturing Hand to the perfect level.

"Ding, congratulations to the host Dragon Capturing Hand for upgrading to the Consummation level."

Hao Ren shook his palms, and felt that there was a magical artistic conception in the size of his palms.

Hao Ren had an illusion that nothing could escape from the space of his palm.

Hao Ren stretched out his hand to a monk kneeling on the ground, and shook it.

Suddenly, a powerful hand appeared, pinching the monk into nothingness.

"Run away, this devil has no intention of letting me go."

Some monks yelled in horror.

However, it seems too late to run away now, the whole hall has been wrapped in strangeness, and they have no escape.