Suddenly, Ye Xiaowu saw the snowdrift where Ye Mo was buried. She frowned, and then slowly walked towards the snowdrift. With every step she took, those around her took a step back unconsciously.
Ye Xiaowu walked up to the snowdrift, stretched out her hand, and the snow covering Ye Mo's body slowly melted immediately. Soon, Ye Mo was exposed covered in blood. His face was pale, his breath was like a gossamer, and his eyes were Close tightly.
"Grandpa!" Ye Xiaowu frowned and whispered in a questioning voice.
Then she gently touched the wounds on Ye Mo's body with her hands, and those wounds scabbed and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Look, look, this is the grace of the saint!" Someone saw that Ye Xiaowu could repair Ye Mo's wounds in an instant, and couldn't help shouting.
Ye Xiaowu turned her head and glanced at the guy, her eyes full of pity. After becoming a saint, her mentality was very balanced, just like the moon goddess, benefiting all things, neither happy nor sad.
Peng Zhan's state was exactly the opposite. He glanced at everyone with sharp eyes, like the sun, burning with hatred.
"Those who hurt Ye Mo, none of you can escape!" Peng Zhan's voice was emotionless, but gave people a chilling feeling.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, he is bluffing. Even if he becomes a saint, he who has just become a saint will not be able to control the power of pure Yang at all!"
As soon as the peak master finished speaking, Peng Zhan stepped forward and punched him straight in the face.
He hurriedly raised his arm to block, but before Peng Zhan's hand touched his arm, his arm began to burn.
Although the people next to him hurriedly helped him put out the fire, his hands were still burned to bare charcoal.
According to legend, the power of pure Yang comes from the sun, with a violent personality and hatred of evil. Peng Zhan could feel that his temper seemed to be more fiery.
"Trap him, trap him!"
The rest of the peak masters evacuated the encirclement of the Twenty-Eight Constellations. The reason why they entered the encirclement just now was because they felt that they could compete with Peng Zhan with their strength. After all, Peng Zhan was just a yellow-level rookie before entering the geothermal pool.
Twenty-eight Stars immediately narrowed the encirclement. Since Ye Xiaowu did not show any aggression, they devoted all their energy to dealing with Peng Zhan.
Peng Zhan lowered his head and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he turned into a sharp arrow and shot at Suzaku. His thoughts were exactly the same as Ye Mo's.
With Ye Mo's lessons learned, Twenty-Eight Stars faced Peng Zhan's sharp attack without any panic. The white tiger hit Peng Zhan's heart, the green dragon claw, Peng Zhan's Tianling Gai, and Xuanwu turned into shields to help Suzaku block the attack.
Peng Zhan, like Ye Mo, punched the Xuanwu shield directly, only to hear a scream. The indestructible Xuanwu shield was defeated by Peng Zhan's punch. All Xuanwu Qisu lay on the ground, vomiting blood.
They used their hands and feet to form Xuanwu again, but Peng Zhan grabbed their ankles, spun them around a few times, and threw their bodies directly into the geothermal pool.
Xuanwu Qisu's face suddenly turned ashen, and while flying in the air, he was still twisting and struggling desperately. They thought that once they fell into the geothermal pool, they would be turned into ashes by the geothermal pool.
But when they fell into the water, they found that the water was cold and the wounds were being caressed very gently and tended to heal soon.
After Peng Zhan defeated Xuanwu Qisu, he reached out and grabbed Qinglong's claws and pulled Qinglong down.
Upon seeing this, the other people in Qinglong Qisu immediately cut off their claws and ran away, and the Xingxu that served as the claw was caught in Peng Zhan's hand.
Qinglong's body fled back into the air. Without his claws, he no longer had any threat, and those two extremely sharp claws were trembling in Peng Zhan's hands.
Peng Zhan drew a Tai Chi in the air with his hands, and the bodies of the two stars were gathered into two huge balls.
Peng Zhan gently threw them up, then kicked them away with his big feet. Their bodies turned into a huge cannonball, which directly hit Suzaku who was running away in a hurry.
The white tiger got what it wanted and hit Peng Zhan's back, but it felt like it had hit an extremely hard iron plate. Stars appeared in its eyes and its head felt like it was about to explode.
After discovering that Peng Zhan was stronger than they imagined, he turned around and wanted to escape, but Peng Zhan stepped on its tail, and it immediately struggled desperately on the spot.
Baihu wanted to imitate Qinglong and cut off his tail to escape, but Xingxu refused to let go. He had no choice but to fall into Peng Zhan's hands.
