After saving the world, I became a heartthrob

He Jiao's words filled up the hatred in an instant, not to mention anything else, at least at this moment He Chan felt that if eyes could kill, he would have died several times.

However, the originally tense atmosphere of the confrontation between the two sides tightened, and then several magical attacks that were ready to go were approaching.

The most eye-catching one was the one who opened his mouth to conquer. His body was instantly covered with a layer of pale yellow metal spiritual power. When everyone's attention was focused on him, a huge khaki palm followed his An angry howl descended from the sky, targeting He Chan who seemed to have not recovered.

The momentum is so great that no one thinks that He Chan, who is in the storm, can escape this catastrophe.

After all, this old devil is now at the end of his rope, and his strength has been exhausted as rumored, and he simply cannot withstand the peak blow from the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment.

And even if this attack is blocked, it doesn't matter, there are more than a dozen of their spells to attack and kill, even if the old devil has many magic weapons, it is difficult to resist!

Obviously, this group of people came prepared.

He Chan was not given a chance to delay at all.

No, maybe it was disturbed by He Jiao.

He Chan took a deep breath, before he had time to think about whether He Jiao was intentional or not, he forced himself to calm down.

Then buy and use the "10-minute peak strength card" without hesitation.

In an instant, familiar power poured into his body.

At this moment, the giant palm fell, and the sect monks who came to besiege subconsciously held their breath and stared ahead.

The eyes of each of them were either excited, joyful, or proud, and without exception, they were all happy that they were about to witness the fall of the great devil.

Unfortunately, they were too happy.

Accompanied by a soft "Huh", everyone's eyes froze, and the next second they stared forward, where He Chan was, as if they had seen a ghost.

Later, ten or even twenty years later, when mentioning the present, the surviving monks still had unconcealable fear in their eyes.I'm afraid that until the last moment of their lives, they will not be able to forget that heaven-shaking power and world-shaking sword.

Even if they don't know why the big devil let them go, but after this encounter, the cultivators who participated in the siege never made any progress.

When the wind rises, the waves calm down.

He Jiao looked at the monk who was blocked by the "Sword of Grass", and then turned his head to look at He Chan with a peaceful face, as if nothing had happened, and remained silent for a while.It's just the unconsciously clenched fist hanging by his side, and the violently beating chest, all of which showed his inner unrest.

No doubt he was wrong, no, they were wrong!

He Chan has not lost his cultivation, on the contrary, the current He Chan's strength is unfathomable, and it seems to be even better than when he was in full victory.

This realization caused He Jiao to fall into silence.

"Using Qi to control the sword, everything in sight can become a sword."

To avoid long nights and dreams, He Chan directly activated his big move when he was fully charged with strength, using the "Wanwu Sword Formation" with one hand, which not only broke the enemy's offensive, but also deterred the surrounding orioles by the way.

So that when He Chan picked up He Jiao and left, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

After the two of them turned on the teleportation array and left, some people gradually came back to their senses.

It's just that they never said the words "encircle and suppress the big devil".

A few who were not reconciled, also lowered their heads to see the mustard leaves at their feet that went deep into the ground, exuding sharp sword energy, and silently extinguished.

"Tsk - trash is trash."

At this moment, the monks retreated in their hearts, and the monks who were about to leave suddenly heard a strange man's voice.

The man's voice was lazy and weak, as if disappointed in them.

Shocked by this turn of events, the monks who hadn't left yet immediately raised their vigilance.

Just before they could find out the man who spoke, a sudden change occurred.

In an instant, there was only blood raining all over the sky and the person who was frightened by the accident and could only tremble and stare at the person who came, not daring to move the person who was kneeling and begging for mercy.

"You, who are you?" Someone seemed unwilling, wanting an answer before dying.

It's just that there is only an instant upside-down world waiting for him.

"I have no grievances with you, why did you kill me?"

"You, you are... poof..."

Hou Mingming held his breath, buried himself under the ground in horror, and put layers of breath restraining techniques on himself by the way.At this time, the monks who came to encircle and suppress the old devil He Chan, except for those who saw that the situation was wrong at first, chose to run away immediately.

The other monks who were one step behind and had no means of saving their lives were spared from being intercepted and killed by the man in front of them on the spot.

The man looked very ordinary, holding an ordinary dagger with a short handle, and wearing familiar gray-blue Zongmen costumes that were stained black with blood, and blood dripped from time to time, which made people feel horrified.

Hou Mingming suddenly remembered that this person was the first person to speak out after the old devil made a move.

He was also the immobile second person who suppressed them with his realm without any effort.

For a while, Hou Mingming felt a little desperate.

He didn't understand why a "encirclement and suppression operation" that was firmly established turned into the purgatory on earth in the end.

Not only is the cultivation of the old devil still unfathomable, but among the cultivators of the sect who participated in the encirclement and suppression, there was unexpectedly a powerful cultivator who took people's lives with a wave of his hand.

He is also a murderer who wields a butcher knife at his own people.

Although I don't know the specific cultivation level, judging from how easily the other party suppressed them, at least they have formed alchemy.

I couldn't help whipping the corpse of the person who said "He Chan was abolished" back and forth in my heart!

Damn, if I escape this catastrophe, let's see how I deal with those who spread false news when I go back!

I also blamed myself for being greedy for the magic weapon of the old devil, thinking that there are so many people anyway, so I might be able to catch the leak, but in the end I fell into this desperate situation.

While Hou Mingming was thinking wildly, he suddenly found that the surroundings became quiet, but this not only did not make him relax, but made him even more uneasy.

I don't know how long it took, but Hou Mingming couldn't help taking a nap on the way. When he woke up, he reckoned that the man had already left, and it happened that his breathing technique had reached its limit. If he didn't go out, he would still be exposed.

So Hou Mingming carefully explored the outside world with his mental power. After finding nothing else, Hou Mingming was overjoyed and subconsciously wanted to go out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he leaned out half of his body, Hou Mingming's face froze, his eyes seemed to see something terrifying, and he didn't dare to move.

"Ah, let me just say, there is another person here, who was hiding underground."

If possible, Hou Mingming would rather suffocate himself to death in the ground than face the devil squatting in front of him with a smirk on his face.

"Six, six...forgive me, I don't know anything, and I won't tell anyone about your existence, please spare my life, I can do whatever you want." Hou Mingming swallowed his dry throat, and spoke in a difficult tone said with trepidation.

"Hey, you guessed who I am, so what do you think is the reason for me to let you go? Tell me, I am satisfied, and you will save your little life first." The man said, He slapped Hou Mingming's embarrassed face with the dagger in his hand.

"I..." Hou Mingming's expression flustered, trying to find a reason, but after half a minute passed, he "I" for a long time, but he still couldn't think of a reason. Seeing the man's face getting more and more impatient, Hou Mingming thought of the rumors about the man, and had an idea As soon as he moved, he hurriedly said: "I can give my everything to work for you."

"Oh?"

Seeing that the man was indifferent, Hou Mingming became anxious, and hurriedly added: "I am a direct disciple of Master Songzheng of the 'Tuyuanzong', and I am good at..."

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three days later.

A remote town in the northern mortal world of the eastern region of Yunze Continent - Pingyuan Town.

Sweetwater Lane.

Aunt Wang, who got up early and went out, heard the movement from the next door, her eyes lit up immediately, she turned her head and saw the expected person, and immediately greeted loudly: "He Shusheng, so early? Oh, this is your son? He looks so handsome, How is it? My aunt told you yesterday, why don't you think about it?" He said, winking.

He Chan's eyelids twitched, he suppressed He Jiao who couldn't help wanting to beat someone up, and refused in a gentle voice: "No, thank you Auntie, my mother died not long ago, even if I don't think about anything else, I will You also have to take your child's feelings into consideration."

He Jiao struggled even harder, his eyes were so angry that they could spit out fire.

Seeing this, He Chan touched his nose in a sense of guilt, and quickly found a reason to pull He Jiao away.

After dragging for a long time, without even going out of the alley, He Jiao shook off He Chan's hand vigorously, and said angrily, "What on earth do you want? If you want to tell others that I am your son, I will..."

"You?" He Chan raised his eyebrows, waiting for his next words with great interest.

"I'll go and kill them!" He Jiao bared his teeth and grinned like a raging beast, and said fiercely at He Chan.

"Oh." He Chan turned and walked out as if nothing had happened.

"You...you stop, I tell you, I'm serious, I'm going to kill that dead woman right now."

Coincidentally, a door next to him suddenly opened, and then a man with the appearance of a handsome and poor scholar walked out of it. Hearing this, he looked at He Jiu in a daze, as if he was shocked by his words.

After a long time, he looked at He Jiu who was looking at him with a fierce look on his face, and He Chan who was not far away, who was as helpless as a jade tree facing the wind, and subconsciously said to He Chan: "Your son, here, is it..."

He didn't say anything else, just the movement of his fingers, undoubtedly speaking what he hadn't finished.

He Chan felt bad, and in the next second, he stepped forward to pick up He Jiao, and before he could react, he held it under his arm and apologized to the man who came out suddenly, and then left without looking back.

Looking at the back of them leaving, the man reached out and wiped his light lips, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.