His whole body was enveloped in Evil God's aura, except for a vague humanoid figure. As soon as he stopped, Rakshasa God's urgent voice sounded in his mind.
"Idiot, you are exposed, you know!"
"Huh?"
"Impossible, I just glanced at Tang San from a distance!"
The inheritor subconsciously retorted.
"Stop talking nonsense, someone is catching up!"
Rakshasa God was just about to continue scolding this idiot inheritor when she sensed a disgusting aura approaching at the speed of light behind her, and immediately urged the inheritor to leave.
Rakshasa God Just by smelling it, she knew that the person chasing after her was the one she hated most Angel God's Lineage.
Her inheritors are now simply unable to withstand the holy light of the angel lineage.
If she had known earlier, she would not have chosen this trash, and it would have been a waste of her time.
Just as the inheritor was about to retort, he suddenly looked behind him thoughtfully. A light came from the jungle behind and was approaching him quickly.
He did not dare to delay, and used the power of inheritance to turn into a black shadow and lurk in the shadows, spanning a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
Having locked onto the successor of Rakshasa God, Qian Mochen sped up a little. After catching up with the black shadow, he flicked his finger, and a ray of holy light instantly penetrated the black shadow.
The black shadow let out a scream and fell out of the shadows. A fist-sized wound appeared on his chest, penetrating directly from front to back.
The black ominous aura surrounding the inheritor crazily poured into his chest, repairing the wound, and a sledgehammer appeared in the palm of his hand.
The originally red hammer body was now covered with black lines, and the majestic Clear Sky Hammer became extremely weird.
Qian Mochen saw clearly the face of the inheritor under the cover, and it turned out to be Tang Hao. No wonder he would disappear from time to time like the original.
It seems that he is going to complete the inheritance of Rakshasa God.
"It's you!"
"Qian Family people! It was you who killed my A Lan!"
The moment the holy light around Qian Mochen disappeared, light flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and endless murderous intent locked onto Qian Mochen. In the black mist on his body, it seemed as if countless human souls were roaring and wailing.
"Go to hell!"
"Idiot, you can't fight him, run away!"
Rakshasa God's Divine Thought noticed something was wrong with Qian Mochen and yelled angrily. This Qian Mochen has clearly become a god.
At this moment, she didn't dare to show her face for fear of being caught.
Tang Hao was completely controlled by anger and murderous intent at this moment, and he didn't pay attention to Rakshasa God's words. He turned over Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and directly used Martial Soul Avatar, and at the same time the ninth channel Soul Ring lit up.
"A Lan, let us kill this Qian Family person together!"
Clear Sky Hammer changed to hundreds of meters, and the terrifying pressure caused by the falling hammer caused the trees to collapse and the earth to sink.
Facing Tang Hao's shocking blow, Qian Mochen did not dodge or evade, but slowly stretched out his right hand and punched Clear Sky Hammer who fell from the sky.
Tang Hao's eyes flashed with a sharp look.
How dare you despise me so much, just turn into blood mist!
Clear Sky Hammer fell a little faster.
A thud.
Clear Sky Hammer and Qian Mochen fist bumped together.
Tang Hao The image of Qian Mochen being smashed into blood mist did not appear. That ordinary fist resisted his ninth Soul Ring, and even the ground under Qian Mochen's feet did not sink at all.
"Impossible!"
"This must be an illusion!"
Tang Hao's voice was full of disbelief. If Qian Mochen is so strong, what does the torture he endured when he accepted the inheritance of Rakshasa God count?
Tang Hao couldn't believe that he had been tortured and returned from a hellish inheritance, but he couldn't even beat a Qian Family person. He waved Clear Sky Hammer wildly, venting the anger in his heart without any rules, and Sisi hiding a deep fear.
Qian Mochen moved easily on the ground, avoiding the falling Clear Sky Hammer by a hair's breadth every time. This scene further stimulated Tang Hao's mentality, making him even more crazy.
Soon, Qian Mochen discovered something. He suddenly stood still and condensed a flaming holy sword in his hand.
The long sword slashed out from bottom to top and collided with Clear Sky Hammer above the head.
At this moment, the sky seemed to be quiet.
A few seconds later, Tang Hao lowered his head as if aware of it, and saw his extremely hard Clear Sky Hammer, and the cracks on the hammer began to spread.
With a bang, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand exploded and turned into countless pieces scattered on the ground. Martial Soul was damaged. Tang Hao instantly felt like being struck by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Soul Power inside his body was in chaos, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.
"You... who are you?"
The pride in Tang Hao's heart supported him to get up from the ground, kneel on one knee and question Qian Mochen.
Qian Mochen ignored him, fixed his eyes on the position of Tang Hao's dantian, and spoke with a half-smile.
"Rakshasa God, I'm already here, why, do you think you can hide away?"
Tang Hao's question suddenly got stuck.
A woman with a stunning figure stood in front of Qian Mochen. The Evil God aura exuding from the woman added a bit of mystery to her, making people want to get close to her.
"Stop using these little tricks, they are of no use to me."
"Haha, handsome boy, can you tell me how you practice?"
Rakshasa God was not embarrassed at all. He walked up to Qian Mochen with a graceful smile and stretched out his fingers.
The moment he was about to touch Qian Mochen's body, Qian Mochen grabbed Rakshasa God's arm like lightning and punched out with a burst of force, instantly shattering her body built with divine power.
"You!"
Rakshasa God's Divine Thought As soon as she uttered a word, golden flames suddenly ignited around her. She felt a burning pain just by touching it.
These flames can really kill her.
Rakshasa God's Divine Thought took a deep look at Qian Mochen and shut his mouth honestly.
She only has this divine thought left. If she is killed, Rakshasa's divine name will disappear directly.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
Rakshasa God didn't have any dignity as a god. After being quiet for a few minutes, he immediately looked at Qian Mochen fawningly.
She knew very well that since this Qian Family god did not kill him immediately, it proved that she was valuable.
She Rakshasa has no intention of working for Asura. The reason why she obeys Asura's orders is because her life is in the hands of Asura.
Compared to Asura God's anger in the future after knowing his betrayal, Rakshasa cares more about his life now.
Qian Mochen's deep and majestic voice sounded.
"Why did you choose Tang Hao to be the inheritor?"
"That's not to please Asura God. I didn't expect that the inheritor father chosen by the God King would be such a waste!"
"After so many years, my cultivation is still stuck at Level 98!"
"You!"
Tang Hao heard these humiliating words, his face turned white and red, he couldn't help but vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.
"I almost forgot that the place hasn't been cleared yet."
Rakshasa smiled and hooked his fingers at Tang Hao. Tang Hao screamed, and his body dissipated, turning into a black shadow and sinking into Rakshasa's body.