I am a giant with golden horns

Chapter 134: Retreat from the Valley of the Spirits to confront Wang Teng
Hearing the words of the Taoist Slayer from the Valley of the Gods, the eight generals and several kings suddenly became extremely cold-eyed.

"Are you really going to violate the decree of the Son of God?" The leader of the Dacheng King looked at the people in the Valley of the Spirits as if they were looking at a dead person.

As a descendant of the Eight Divine Generals, the Immortal Emperor is their belief, and as a descendant of the Immortal Emperor, Yang Hao also has the supreme status for them.

In the absence of the Emperor, the words of the Son of God are now the supreme decree!

"So what about the Son of God? He is not the ancient emperor. Why should I, the Valley of the Spirits, obey his orders?" the king of the Valley of the Spirits gritted his teeth.

"Anyone who dares to disobey the orders of the Son of God is an enemy of our Ancient Imperial Mountain and an enemy of my descendants of the Eight Divine Generals!" the king of the Eight Divine Generals sneered.

"Hmph, it's not the ancient times anymore. The Immortal Emperor has passed away long ago, and even your ancestors are gone. Why does the Ancient Emperor Mountain command all races?" the king of the Valley of the Spirits shot back.

"So, you Spiritual Valley are determined to be enemies of our Ancient Emperor Mountain?" On the side of the Eight Divine Generals, the four kings all looked dangerous, and the rest of the people even started to have auras surging in their bodies, and they seemed to be angry if they disagreed with each other. It means to take action.

"Aren't you afraid that I, the ancestor of the Valley of the Spirits, will be punished by your persecution like this?" the king of the Valley of the Spirits shouted coldly.

"You have an ancestral king in the Valley of the Gods, so don't we have an ancestral king in the Ancient Emperor Mountain?" The king of the Ancient Emperor Mountain sneered, "I'm not afraid to tell you, even the Great Sage of Kunzhou has expressed his full support for the Son of God, your ancestral king of the Valley of the Spirits. Could it be that he wants to go against the Great Sage of Kunzhou?"

"The Great Sage of Kunzhou?"

Upon hearing this name, everyone in the Valley of the Spirits changed their colors and turned pale.

The Great Sage of Kunzhou is a giant from the end of ancient times. His power is boundless and he can wipe out their entire Valley of the Gods with one hand!

Even the Great Sage of Kunzhou supports the Son of God, so they really have no way to compete.

"Okay, for the sake of the Great Sage Kunzhou, I will leave here." In the end, everyone in the Valley of the Spirits left in despair. The reputation of the Great Sage Kunzhou was enough to intimidate the ancient ancestor king behind them.

"We are here to supervise the battle under the orders of the Son of God. Except for the human Wang Teng, no one is allowed to take action against the human holy body, otherwise he will be killed without mercy!" The next moment, the descendants of the eight gods dispersed and guarded the four sides of the Hualong Pond. .

This scene immediately made all the human cultivators in the Holy City look at each other.

"What a ghost, the ancient race actually came to protect my human race's holy body..."

"Incredible..."

"Then what does the so-called Son of God mean? Is it that you are certain that the Holy Body will not lose this battle and will defeat it with your own hands in the future?"

For a time, everyone was talking about it, and the surrounding area of ​​Hualong Pond was filled with excitement.

In the void, Yang Hao was sitting cross-legged. His aura was extremely weak. He had just used the Divine Phoenix Blood Burning Technique to unleash the most powerful combat power, which had depleted most of his life source.

If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would never be able to recover in this lifetime, and they would be doomed to die young if their origins were damaged.

But Yang Hao is different. He has the ability to clone himself. Not to mention that the source of the Holy Body clone is exhausted, even if it is directly destroyed, he can quickly extract the endless fine gold energy from the world inside his body to restore it.

However, it is impossible for him to do this now, otherwise, it would be too shocking.

The next moment, there was a flash of light in Yang Hao's hand, and he directly took out a medicine king that was tens of thousands of years old from the medicine garden in the inner world!

Without hesitation, he threw it directly into his mouth and started chewing it.

"This is...."

"It has such strong medicinal properties, you can feel the aura from such a distance!"

"This is definitely a magical elixir that lasts for more than ten thousand years!"

"It can be called the spiritual strain second only to the elixir!"

When they saw Yang Hao take out a Ten Thousand Years Medicine King and throw it directly into his mouth, everyone was shocked and showed extremely envious and jealous expressions.

Especially some of the old Holy Lords who have only a short lifespan, their faces are turning green with jealousy, and they want to rush forward and grab the elixir!

It's a ten thousand year elixir. Just one of it can keep those cultivators on the second level of Immortal Stage alive for hundreds or even thousands of years!
"No wonder the Holy Body burns its origin so unscrupulously!"

"With such a treasure in hand, what kind of life source consumption can't be replenished?" Everyone's expressions were complicated, and everyone was envious and jealous. At the same time, they also understood why Yang Hao dared to consume the life source so unscrupulously.

There are not many medicine kings in the entire Beidou that are more than ten thousand years old. This is a priceless treasure second only to the immortal medicine. It can prolong the life of a saint. Each one is enough to cause a bloody storm.

Even the loss of life source can be compensated. Unless you are really about to die, then only the elixir of death will be effective.

After taking a ten-thousand-year medicine king, Yang Hao's life source was quickly repaired, and he soon reached his peak state.

Everyone looked at him and shouted in their hearts that he was really a loser. Such a medicine king would be used by others to refine medicine to extend their lives. Who would eat it alive to repair injuries like this?

All the old Holy Masters, looking at Yang Hao now, had the intention to kill.

For the King of Medicines who has been around for tens of thousands of years, he is really using one plant and one plant less!

"Wang Teng, I know you are here. Now that my injuries are gone, you and I can fight to our heart's content." The next moment, Yang Hao suddenly spoke and shouted into the void.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was surprised.

Northern Emperor Wang Teng has arrived?

"brush!"

Above the Hualong Pond, the void suddenly shook, and then a figure emerged. It was Wang Teng holding the Heavenly Emperor Sword!
"Since you want to die, how can I refuse?" Wang Teng appeared and then spoke, his eyes were extremely deep and he looked at Yang Hao coldly.

"There's no need to talk unnecessary nonsense. Who wins and who loses, who dies and who lives, we will naturally find out after the first battle." Yang Hao shook his head.

"Not bad." Wang Teng nodded, and the murderous intent on his face suddenly became fierce.

"Buzz!"

Two invisible auras emerged in the void, and then they violently confronted each other, forming a terrifying murderous field.

"What a powerful junior!"

Not far away, several kings of the Eight Divine Generals looked surprised. Yang Hao and Wang Teng had not taken action yet, but the two of them had already exuded the aura of the Young Supreme, and started a fierce confrontation with each other.

"As expected of the opponent favored by the Son of God, the Human Sacred Body is not simple, and the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm can perform like this."

"It's a pity, no matter how defiant it is, compared with the Son of God, it is just a stepping stone after all."

The descendants of the Eight Divine Generals were surprised by Yang Hao's strength. No wonder the Son of God thought he was a good opponent, but they did not think Yang Hao could threaten the Son of God.

Yang Hao's immortal phoenix clone is even better than the holy body clone in terms of aura, especially the five-color divine light, which can be said to break all laws. The descendants of the eight gods have been determined. There is absolutely no living being of the same level in the world. After defeating the Son of God, the glory of the immortal god will be restored in this life!
"boom!!"

There was an explosion in the void, and both Yang Hao and Wang Teng moved. The two figures turned into fairy light and directly impacted each other, starting to fight like crazy!
"Boom boom boom!!"

The terrible impact echoed fiercely in the sky, the void exploded in pieces, and the sun, moon and stars were shaking!
Everyone around Hualong Pond was horrified. These two people were too terrifying. They had only been practicing for a long time, and they almost had the fighting power to compete with the older Saint Lord-level figures. It was simply unbelievable!
"To fight with me, you must burn your source. You are doomed to defeat!"

During the fierce battle, Wang Teng sneered, swung the Heavenly Emperor Sword, and slashed out terrifying rays of light that made the Holy Lord change his color.

As soon as the two sides fought, golden flames broke out from Yang Hao's body, directly burning the source. After all, his cultivation level was only to transform into a dragon, and Wang Teng was already on the second level of the Immortal Platform. Otherwise, he would not be able to fight against it.

"I have dozens of breaths, I'll kill you enough." Yang Hao was extremely calm, rotating his fists and directly confronting Wang Teng's Heavenly Emperor Sword.

After arriving at the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and burning the origin, his holy body has reached a terrifying level in terms of strength. Holy Lord-level weapons can be easily shattered, and even the King's Divine Weapon can fight against it, even Wang Teng's The Emperor's Sword could not hurt him at all.

"Boom boom boom!!"

The terrifying sword light continued to shatter under his fists, and the arc light erupted under his feet, quickly approaching Wang Teng, blasting out a series of terrifying fist marks!

Even Wang Teng couldn't help but change his expression. Every fist mark made him feel the pressure of facing the heaven and earth, and the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand was constantly shaking.

(End of this chapter)