In fact, even if the envoy of the Hell Dao King is intact and his skill state is at its peak, facing these more than ten innate sieges, he will definitely die. Now he is taking this ending forward.

Tick, tick, the arms are weak and the bright red bloodline falls to the ground like silk. Soon, a bloody pit accumulates, which hides the essence and energy of the envoy of the Hell King. If it is obtained by the ferocious beast, it can also increase the potential of the body.

At this time, the envoy of the king also knew that he had really reached the critical moment of life and death. He glanced coldly at the people from all directions and finally turned his attention to the head of the operation, Han Pu,

"Meng Family, you led people here today and two traitors helped me, which really caught me off guard.

But, do you really want to kill all of you? Are you not afraid of annoying me in Hell and being retaliated in the future?"

Han Pu sighed, a cliché, why do you never cry when you see the coffin?

There are always some idiots in the world who have a high opinion of themselves, thinking that they can give them, and others have to offer themselves, fearing that they can achieve some small achievements, so they think that they are all their abilities and contributions.

But once you encounter a strong enemy and cannot help but be involuntarily, you will intimidate with the majestic power behind you, trying to find a glimmer of life. I don’t know if there will be a scene of kneeling down and begging for mercy in addition to intimidation!

As for the revenge in Hell, Han Lu may be worried, but Han Pu doesn't care. Even if Meng Zhao's towering sacred mountain stands in front of him, is he afraid of these mere rats?

Yes, the Hell is rich in heritage, cruel and domineering, and most people dare not provoke it for fear of being retaliated against.

However, as a warrior, you must have the courage and spirit of moving forward bravely, not afraid of heaven and earth. In addition, if you have too many concerns and too many thoughts, you will lose the worst.

"Hey, you understand, but your hell path is already under my Meng family, and you have damaged two powerful masters. Even if there is one more, what's the point? My Lord Meng Zhao, who did I belong to the Meng family, have you ever been afraid of?"

Han Pu's short words completely tore off the fig leaf of the Hell Road, just pointing at the nose of the envoy of the King to scold him. Are you worthy of threatening us?

Hell Dao was first led by Meng Jizu and killed a powerful master. His vitality was greatly damaged. Then he hired the ruthless Taoist Grand Master Wu Huaien to assassinate Meng Zhao. He failed again, but he was captured alive by Meng Zhao. Not to mention that he was spread to the world, but there were all those who were close to him.

In this way, your Hell has already suffered heavy losses, so you are incompatible. Sooner or later, how can you talk about threats?

Could it be that if you let me just an envoy down, will he stop fighting and stop fighting?

The King's envoy did not expect Han Pu to be so brave. He had no awe at all for the top forces in Hell's Dao, the evil demon's power. He directly pulled off his fig leaf, so he was very angry and said coldly,

"Okay, okay, what a Meng family, you bully me too much. If you want to stop me, just come and see who died first!"

The envoy of the Hell Dao King seems to have some unknown trump card. Faced with this situation, he is still full of confidence. He must be the one who can win in the end, rather than the Meng family who has already led him into a desperate situation.

For a moment, his aura soared into the sky and his domineering attitude looked down on the spot. Zhu Kuan and Tu Liang, and even many of the innate worshippers of the Meng family, looked at each other with scruples, and were afraid of going forward and continuing to use their means.

They said they were afraid, but they were indeed afraid, because the King's envoy himself was very skilled in martial arts, and now he was at the end of his strength. He turned around and exasperated everyone, saying that there was no secret in it, and no one believed it.

Especially behind the King Envoy is one of the top major forces in the evil path, the Hell Path. If there are any earth-shaking secret means, just waiting for everyone to come, wouldn’t it be your own trap?

So, such a strange scene appeared. The Hell Road dragged an injured arm, walked calmly, and walked outward. There were obviously dozens of innate masters around him, but none of them dared to stop him.

Han Pu's eyes were so bitter that he knew that people in Hell could not be able to deal with it so simply.

But he never expected that such a half-destroyed man, relying solely on false words and threats, would make his dozens of his subordinates feel like they are facing a great enemy and let the other party leave.

However, he also knew that Zhu Kuan and Tu Liang were the new champions who defected to him, and were not trusted by Meng Zhao, and would not sell much power for the Meng family.

As for those innate worshippers, most of them were actually seeing Meng Zhao’s situation getting better and better, and they came over to gain wealth and fame. They said they were loyal and died for Meng Zhao, let alone.

It’s okay to fight the wind game, but it’s a good idea to fight the wind game, or even have a high probability of a dead game. It’s natural to keep going like this now.

However, even though this is the case, it does not mean that he can forgive. Today, he will report the performance of this crowd, and everything will be decided by Meng Zhao himself.

As for now, since others are afraid of the strange tricks of Hell and dare not take action, then he will do it himself.

Faced with such a person who had lost his arm and had no ten skills and was almost desperate, Han Pu still used ten of his true energy to pull out the Changyang Divine Sword hanging around his waist. With a clanging sound of Mars, the sky and the earth were extremely dark in an instant, only a little fire rose, swaying and trembling, and a style of burning wind slashing out!

The sword is illusory, and the sword wind is as warm as the sun, like a little hope in the darkness, and a little light, although it is a star, it is like burning the sky and burning the prairie.

Such a sword technique comes with a graceful sword, full of condensed murderous intent, burning people's muscles, bones, blood, and spiritual soul!

As the envoy of the Hell Dao King, there is no way to resist the shocking sword played by the earth-level divine weapon. He is about to die from Han Pu's sword.

Seeing this, the king's messenger had a ferocious face, his eyes wept and blood. He held his palm in front of his chest and muttered in his mouth, as if he was worshiping something.

In an instant, a thin bloody crack broke out in the center of his forehead, as if he had opened up two different dimensions of spaces. An extremely powerful and cold and evil force burst out from it, which made people shudder, fearful, and illusions.

This force soon turned into a surging blood, and the bright white bones turned into a giant hand that shot towards all directions.

The more than ten innate martial artists who were originally gathered beside the envoy of the Hell Dao King, suddenly felt that their bodies were imprisoned and their bodies were under extremely terrifying pressure. Those with shallow physical cultivation actually cracked a series of seeping scars on the surface of their skin.

This is even caused by the inadvertent qi of the giant hand of the bloody white bones, rather than deliberately targeting it.
Chapter completed!