Chapter 1197 The Power of Heaven

"It's no wonder little brother is so miraculous. It turns out that his background is so terrifying that even the Dao of Heaven doesn't dare to act presumptuously in front of him! So, in this world, can little brother walk sideways?"

While Shen Hongye was shocked, he couldn't help but secretly elated.

Ye Meng is awesome, so he, Ye Meng's number one licking dog, can also be awesome?

Although this is more or less pretentious, Shen Hongye doesn't care!

It's so cool not to hug this thigh!

"My old Shen's vision is still very sharp. Before the little brother showed his sharpness, he made a big investment. Maybe thousands of years later, the descendants of the Shen family will be grateful for my wisdom and martial arts!"

The more Shen Hongye thought about it, the happier he became, his expression filled with complacency.

The only ones present were Shanhu Jing and other demon kings, their faces still calm.

What kind of world is the king in? No matter how awesome he is, it has nothing to do with their fairy world.

However, the great king came from an extraordinary background, so it was somewhat a blessing for grass-headed demon kings like them.

Just when everyone's expressions were complicated and they were thinking about each other, the mask suddenly disappeared.

The figures of Ye Meng and Sikong Qi appeared in front of everyone again.

The next moment, Chen Zhongmou groaned and collapsed to the ground.

He knew that he was finished.

Thousands of calculations have been made, but they have not counted, the Emperor Feiqi and Ye Meng have an old relationship.

If he knew this earlier, why would he use this patriarchal talisman?

Sikong Qi's eyes fell on Chen Zhongmou.

His voice suddenly sounded.

"Who are you that you dare to conspire against the little Holy Son?"

As early as when Ye Xuan left Ten Thousand Realms, he had decided on the candidate for the Holy Son of Zhenwu Holy Land, and that was Ye Meng.

Now, even though it has been a hundred thousand years, the Canglan Star's True Martial Holy Land does not know how many saint sons have been born.

But Ye Meng is unique, because he is Ye Xuan's own holy son, so no one else can compare with him.

Therefore, Sikong Qi called Ye Meng the little saint.

"This baby has become a holy son?"

Ye Meng narrowed her eyes when she heard this.

"Emperor Feiqi, please forgive me, the villain is confused, please forgive me!"

When Chen Zhongmou heard the words, he was so terrified that he kowtowed repeatedly.

But Sikong Qi is a person who has experienced real slaughter, so how could he be soft-hearted.

With a cold snort, Chen Zhongmou's body instantly turned into nothingness.

As the Dao of Heaven, he doesn't even need to use his hands to destroy a Martial Cultivator of the Yukong Realm, he can completely wipe out the opponent with just one thought.

"hiss!"

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help taking a breath.

It's too scary, the majestic sky-defending powerhouse, who can claim land as king and rule the roost, was wiped out in such a silent way!

Moreover, even the soul is completely destroyed, and the chance of reincarnation is gone!

"It really is the way of heaven. Any strong person in front of the way of heaven is probably an ant!"

Everyone was startled and horrified, thinking secretly.

"Who are you? But you also try to harm the little saint?"

Sikong Qi's eyes fell on Jiang Zilan again, with an extremely gloomy expression.

Ye Meng didn't tell him these things, but as the Dao of Heaven, he knew it clearly when he thought about it.

Seeing this, Jiang Zilan couldn't speak, only kowtowed repeatedly, with a miserable look on his face.

Although he has long been prepared to fall, it does not include being wiped out by the heavens!

You know, even if he committed suicide, he could at least be reincarnated and reborn, but being destroyed by the way of heaven meant that he would completely disappear from heaven and earth from then on.