Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"What's going on? Isn't it supposed to open the coffin? "What are you talking about?"    

Wu Hao stood motionlessly in front of the dark red coffin, and would occasionally turn his head to look at the Ancient Devil Soul on the black dragon throne.    

Hong Lin, who was originally at odds with Wu Hao, could not help but say it out loud. In the midst of this heavy atmosphere, his voice was exceptionally loud.    

"F * ck, are you scared now?!" If you're scared, then don't open the door. Can you be like a man?    

The more Hong Lin spoke, the stronger he got, and the moment it entered Wu Hao's ears.    

He suddenly raised his head and looked over from three hundred meters away.    

The cold gaze caused the air in that direction to suddenly descend. Hong Lin could not help but shiver and subconsciously held his clothes tightly.    

"Damn it! Damn it! Why is it so cold? Is he not a human?" He drew back his neck and muttered.    

"If you don't want to find discomfort with me, then you'd better shut up. My temper can't bear the repeated provocations from you!"    

Wu Hao suddenly spoke out, his loud and cold words resonating across the several hundred zhang wide Demon Sealing Platform, causing the air to suddenly freeze.    

Everyone looked at each other, while Hong Lin curled his lips in disapproval.    

"It's this trick again. I say, you're from the countryside. Can you change it to something new? It'll only be a threat. Is it fun?" He said very casually.    

Originally, Wu Hao had already prepared to open the coffin's core, and the earlier delay was only to communicate with the Ancient Devil Soul.    

He never thought that Hong Lin would still be like this, acting like a young master all day, and with such a short temper.    

Especially the other party, who would always retaliate against him.    

Although Wu Hao had a good disposition, he still had a bottom line.    

Facing the other side's repeated provocations, he was instantly enraged.    

"Fresh?" Wu Hao's face suddenly became gloomy, the tip of his tongue licked the corner of his dry lips, his face had a look of amusement, and said: "Then today, I will give you something new to play with!"    

As he said this, everyone's body shuddered, and they immediately realized that he had disappeared from his original position.    

Just as everyone tried to sweep out a few soul consciousness s in an attempt to find traces of him, they were shocked to realize that Wu Hao's figure had suddenly appeared a few feet in front of Hong Lin.    

Hong Lin never thought that his whereabouts would be so strange and unpredictable. He was immediately shocked, revealing a terrified expression, as if he had suddenly seen an evil ghost.    

"How... How to... Available... "Could it be?"    

Bang!    

His body trembled, and the words that came out of his mouth came out intermittent. However, before he had even finished speaking, he had already been instantly sent flying by Wu Hao's Thunder Tyrant Fist.    

Good heavens!    

This Thunder Tyrant Fist was indeed very firm and hit him squarely in the chest. Accompanied by a loud sound, he was instantly smashed down from the black Demon Sealing Platform that was dozens of feet tall, and was engulfed in darkness in the blink of an eye.    

Such a violent scene immediately caused the others to look at each other in dismay. They hastily flew over.    

At this moment, they were extremely curious.    

Just now, how in the world did Wu Hao appear in front of him in an instant?    

That kind of sacred art that could shrink the earth to an inch was too shocking.    

As for Hong Lin, who had been sent flying by Wu Hao, they did not really care about him.    

These people all came from different clans. If one were to look at them from a different perspective, then there would often be battles between their clans. No one would be able to see each other.    

They would be happy to see this sort of situation.