Chapter 1288
Chapter 1288 Suffering
The people on the altar are all panicked and panicked, especially when they have to wait for the full moon. This is for them , Is simply an unbearable suffering.
Sometimes death may not be terrifying. Death ends all one's troubles. What is terrifying is that, knowing that you will die, you have to wait for the experience of the moment of death.
As a result, the people on the altar are all irritable, and they don't know who they are, they fixed their eyes on the Great Imperial Teacher, Third Prince and Blood Sword.
"These bastards killed them." He shouted fiercely and rushed forward, but was directly flew out by the imperial imperial teacher strikes.
However, after he flew upside down, everyone else went up.
These people all hate the Imperial Teacher and they are so eager to chop them into mashed meat. Anyway, the left and right are dead, what else is terrifying?
Everyone came up collectively, aggressive, completely desperate posture, and even the elders of the Ye family all rushed out at this time.
They were also persuaded by the Imperial Teacher to make today's decision, and they have a deep hatred for him.
"Wind heavenly thunder, you tyrannically abused power in the outside world, and now you still cheat us, die without regret." Those people joined the battlefield and immediately made the imperial teacher frantic.
Those young cultivators, he is not afraid, and he can't help him, but these Old Guys are all Ye's masters, and the cultivation base is extremely powerful.
Several people arrived at the same time, and the pressure on him completely exceeded the limit.
"Help me." He roared, looking towards Blood Sword and Third Prince.
It's just that the two of them were stared at by a pair of cold pupils at this time, and they didn't dare to make a move.
The owner of those eyes is naturally Su Hao.
With him, Blood Sword can't help at all. After all, he is not Su Hao's opponent. If the opponent shoots, you can directly suppress and kill him.
As for the Third Prince, it is nothing.
At the end, the Great Imperial Teacher was surrounded by more than 20 people struck, drenched with blood, the flesh and blood exploded, and the shards of flesh and blood spilled over the altar.
In his first life, he can be said to be above ten thousand people in the outside world. The fake Emperor Zhengde must obey his arrangements.
At this moment, it was like an old dog in a panic, falling to the ground and wailing, surrounded by more than 20 people and beaten up, and finally turned into a pool of fleshy mud.
The Primordial Spirit was split by people with lightning, it was really scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.
However, even if he died, his energy was still in the range of the altar, and finally became a nourishment to the Flood Dragon, helping him to wake up and erect a dragon bridge.
As he died, although everyone's anger weakened, but it did not fade, instead they stared at Blood Sword and Third Prince.
Immediately, the two of them were cold, and Blood Sword looked towards Su Hao. He didn't dare to make a move because of Su Hao's eyes.
This means that he has already acknowledged allegiance. Shouldn't Su Hao give him a way to survive at this time?
"I won't kill you." Su Hao said.
Blood Sword relaxed, but suddenly realized that it was wrong, won't you kill me?
"He doesn't kill you, we kill you." Those cultivators who are already crazy, rush forward, still collective strikes, Blood Sword is not as big as the Imperial Teacher, they are suppressed faster and miserable The degree is even better.
"No, don't kill me, I don't want to die." He wailed, hoping to live, and even looked towards his disciple Fan Zhan with pleading gaze.
Now, Fan Zhan already knows everything, with a deep hatred in his heart, coldly said: "All this, you reap what you have sown."
"bang!"
The blood exploded, the Blood Sword died tragically, and the Primordial Spirit was burned to death.
Third Prince is a joke. He was madly pumped, but he didn't dare to put a fart, just like a slave.
In the past, he regarded himself as the heir to the Emperor, and all these people in front of him had to give him three points of face.
Even, kneel and kowtow in front of him, and at this time, with his cultivation base, these people came out two of them at random, crushing him like a dog.
He didn’t have any spine, and finally fell directly on his knees, kowtow to those people: "I am a dog, please don’t kill me."
It’s a pity, The cold pupils of those people didn't feel any relief at all.
"Imperial Father, save me, save me." Third Prince burst into tears, fearing to the extreme, looking at Emperor Zhengde outside the altar, shouting.
The man closed his eyes cross-legged and didn't seem to hear it at all. He didn't even move his eyelids. A tiger will not devour its own cubs, but Ye Zhengde is more poisonous than a tiger.
For his own great cause, for the glorious future, an heir is nothing in his eyes.
As long as he succeeds in obtaining the inheritance of the immortal, how many good heirs does he want?
Third Prince was crushed to pieces by everyone in despair. Before he died, he had endured life worse than death, endured humiliation like a dog, and endured despair that he had never imagined in his life. And sorrow.
In front of his own Imperial Father, he was crushed to pieces.
The three of them all died. On the altar, they became silent. Then, they suffered, waiting for the moment of death.
Even, someone cried loudly and burst into tears. He really didn't want to end his life like this. There are too many regrets that have not been filled.
Ye Lingxian was also a little lost, turned his head and looked towards Su Hao, intending to have a good chat with him before he died to ease the tormented waiting.
It's just that after she looked over, she found that Su Hao's sit cross-legged casually did not have the panic before death.
Even holding the magic crystal and medicine pill in his hand, he quickly eats it like a snack.
"Are you still in the mood to eat?" Ye Lingxian sighed, this kid's heart is too big, and he has eaten so much in the outside world, is he still not full?
"Such a good thing, wouldn't it be spoiled if you don't eat your stomach?" Su Hao said casually, swallowing faster, and even took out two bottle gourd wines and drank them elated.
People around are looking sideways, with irritation and disgust. Some people curse: "Did your head kick the donkey? We are about to die. Are you still in the mood to shout?"
"The ending is the same, so is sorrow, so is laughter, which one do you think is better." Su Hao ignored the others and continued to enjoy.
A silhouette came up, sat in front of him, and said: "Wine, lend me a bottle gourd."
It is Fan Zhan, who is sitting opposite Su Hao with something in his heart desolate.
"Remember to pay it back." Su Hao threw him a bottle gourd.
Fan Zhan was stunned, still?
How to pay it back?
I'm going to die soon, how can I pay it back?
He shook his head and smiled, picked up the drink, and started to pour it wildly. He was suddenly shocked and said: "Good wine!"
This wine is not simple, it is full of great essence. Even the power of enlightenment, and, after Fan Zhan drank it, he felt that a strong force was growing in his body again.
It feels like when you open that door.
"Your physique is not simple. It is not the so-called Vajra Divine Body. It has the potential to exceed your imagination. It will be a matter of time before you become an emperor!"
Su Hao said with a smile.
Fan Zhan already believed Su Hao's words. After all, he really made himself feel extraordinary, but what use is this?
They are going to die soon.