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 hasty, I have to take it step by step, and when I have the opportunity, I'll 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 incompetent 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 obtain the one-thousandth talent of the Outsider Killing God, he would 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 demon king'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 Wilderness Region of the Xuanhuang Universe as a testing ground for the Demon-Growing Heart Sutra.
It was just time to test how incredible his technique was.
"Next, a month later, 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 can't 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 descended.
One of them was a man in rich clothes. His face was pale and his eye sockets were slightly sunken, 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 the most humiliating way, with two moves.
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.
"Ha...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.
"Come and fight."
Huo Feng looked cold and didn't say much.
"Ha..." Futuyan sneered.
What kind of courage does a mediocre young master from a declining power have to challenge him, the genius of the saint clan?
Although he is not a top figure among the Buddha Saint Clan, he is not someone who can be provoked.
The battle is about to begin.
And on the pavilion next to the square.
Huo Ling, dressed in colorful clothes, looked sad.
Her facial features are stunningly beautiful, and her complexion is crystal clear, as if she is glowing with pearls. It’s no wonder that she is famous throughout the Northern Wilderness.
"I think the girl must be Miss Huo."
At this moment, a gentle voice came.
Huo Ling turned around and looked away, not knowing when.
A young master in white clothes, who looked like a banished immortal, was sitting leisurely by the window.
Holding a teacup in one hand and touching an orange cat in the other.
Huo Ling was slightly in a trance for a moment.
In her life, she had never seen such a handsome man.
In other words, in a place like the Northern Wasteland, it is impossible for such people to appear.
"I'm Huo Ling."
Huo Ling said.
"It seems you are worried about your brother."
Jun Xiaoyao took a sip of tea.
At the mention of this, Huo Ling's eyes darkened and he smiled with a self-deprecating smile.
"If possible, I would rather not have my appearance, so as not to bring down my brother and the whole 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 relieved a lot.
"Although I also want my brother to win, but..."
Huo Ling shook his head.
The facts are here, it's impossible.
However, the young man in white in front of her murmured.
"Within ten moves, no, I think three moves should be enough."
"Sir, what are you talking about?"
Huo Ling was puzzled for a moment.
At this moment, a shocking noise suddenly erupted in the square.
"Oh my god, am I reading that right? Three moves, just three moves, Young Master Yan of the Buddha Saint Clan was defeated!"
"Has Young City Master Huo Feng always been hiding his clumsiness? Is this talent stronger than his sister?"
Seeing this scene, Huo Ling's mind went blank.
Her eyes suddenly turned to the side.
But he found that 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 dazed and picked up the tea cup with her beautiful hand.
"Who is that young master?"
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