Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Jia Ren was the first to arrive at Wu Hao's side, and said this sentence.    

Thinking about it, that Thunder Tyrant Fist just now, Hong Lin probably did not feel good about it!    

Although Wu Hao did not kill him, he was somehow invaded by the berserk Power of Thunder Soul and felt very comfortable.    

Everyone walked to Wu Hao and looked at him in surprise. They were surprised by Wu Hao's sudden action.    

"Berserk? Didn't he want something new? "Could it be that mine is not fresh enough?" Hearing that, Wu Hao stood there with his hands behind his back, and answered with a fake smile.    

"It's quite fresh, and it's also quite good to be berserk, but it's missing a process. At least, it's better for you to crush it a few more times, and then smack it away!" Wouldn't that be even better? "    

Jia Ren's sudden words shocked everyone present.    

The two of them were singing at the same time. This was simply devilish torture methods.    

Luckily, the few of them did not offend these two demons, otherwise, they would have a share of the consequences that would befall Hong Lin.    

This was simply not human, provoking him was the same as provoking a three-headed, six-armed Ancient Devil Soul.    

"Yes, this suggestion is pretty good. Let's try again next time …"    

Wu Hao suddenly had an evil smile on his face, yet he seemed to be very serious and nodded at him.    

Black lines instantly appeared on everyone's foreheads as they felt ashamed.    

After a while, Feng Wuya walked over eagerly with a smile on his face. He asked: "About that, Brother Wu, what ability did you use just now? Why does it look so similar to the Spatial Compression Technique performed by the almighty martial cultivators s? "    

Once these words left Feng Wuya's mouth, everyone's eyes were on Wu Hao.    

In truth, Yun Linger and Li Ruohua had already witnessed Wu Hao using this technique more than once.    

However, in the past, it was not that exaggerated. He had not instantly crossed more than a hundred zhang in a single step.    

"Roar …"    

Just as everyone was feeling curious, a roar came from the darkness accompanied by a burst of Spiritual Energy fluctuations.    

The furious Hong Lin finally could not endure it any longer and directly transformed into a Fiendgod Primordial Chaos, jumping down from the Demon Sealing Platform and rushed towards Wu Hao's direction.    

BOOM!    

A huge fist that carried a terrifying explosion sound exploded towards Wu Hao, causing everyone's face to change, they all subconsciously exploded backwards.    

In the center of the Demon Sealing Platform, the Ancient Devil Soul sealed on the black dragon throne was instantly awakened by the chaos energy that Hong Lin had turned into.    

"Primal Chaos Qi, this …" This... How is that possible? "    

When it felt the chaos energy being emitted from Hong Lin's body, it immediately cried out in alarm.    

For a mere human to be able to emit the chaos energy cultivated within the bodies of the Ancient Devil Gods and Tribes …    

To it, this was more shocking than anything else.    

One must know that in this world, only the Fiendgod Primordial Chaos race could absorb this world's most primitive energy.    

Even their two mighty Fiendgod races wouldn't be able to control this vast chaos energy.    

But today, they did not expect to see a human being, a mere human, able to transform into a Fiendgod Primordial Chaos.    

Moreover, when Wu Hao saw the huge fist coming at him, his pupils shrunk. Everyone else had left except for Wu Hao and Jia Ren.