Borrow sothing from ?
Martial Dao Hong was taken aback: "What does fellow Daoist want to borrow?"
Although the demon with the Six-Colored Golden Body only seed to have a cultivation of First Forge, he didn’t look down on him at all. If he could befriend such a demon, he wouldn’t mind lending anything he had on him.
"Your head!" Wei Fan’s expression was indifferent.
Martial Dao Hong’s face changed, and he frowned: "You must be joking, fellow Daoist. I am Martial Dao Hong, and I don’t think there’s any enmity between us. Did you perhaps mistake for soone else?"
He didn’t associate Wei Fan with anything.
Because even those who understood Wei Fan wouldn’t believe he could forge a Golden Body in such a short ti.
Blood Venerable had been breaking through to Martial Venerable for nearly a century, and until Wei Fan killed him, he hadn’t finished his first forging of the Golden Body.
This was partly due to his poor talent, but it also demonstrated the difficulty of forging the Golden Body.
A Martial Venerable’s lifespan is over a thousand years, but many never complete the nine forgings of the Golden Body before they die. It often takes nearly a hundred years to complete the first forging for many.
For those with even poorer talent, it might take several hundred years to complete the first forging.
Wei Fan shook his head: "You didn’t mistake the person; it’s your head I want. You turned Su City upside down to force out, and you say there’s no enmity?"
Hearing this, Martial Dao Hong felt as if his scalp was about to explode: "You are Wei Fan? How is that possible..."
His voice trembled.
The person he had been talking to for so long turned out to be Wei Fan, who killed his son Wu Shiping and his grandsons Wu Yinglong and Wuying Gao.
How could he have condensed his Primordial Spirit and beco a Martial Venerable in such a short ti, and this demon had even forged a Golden Body in this little ti.
Boom!
No matter if he was Wei Fan or not, Martial Dao Hong’s True Essence exploded instantly, and his figure retreated explosively, distancing himself from the person before him.
No one knows how terrifying the Six-Colored Golden Body is, even if he has reached Third Forge, Wei Fan is only a First Forge, yet he has no confidence in facing him.
"Even the Cangshan Wolf Venerable could only await death before , and you think you can escape in front of ?"
Wei Fan snorted coldly!
Martial Dao Hong was fast, but Wei Fan was even faster, like a golden lightning streaking through the void, his cold gaze fixed on Martial Dao Hong.
"The Cangshan Wolf Venerable was actually killed by him!"
Martial Dao Hong was utterly terrified. He knew what a formidable being the Cangshan Wolf Venerable was, a terrifying Demon Venerable with cultivation above his own.
"Weren’t you all madly searching for ? Burning and killing everywhere to draw out, and now that I’m here, you want to run?"
Wei Fan’s indifferent voice echoed, always observing Martial Dao Hong from three ters away.
Martial Dao Hong knew that Wei Fan was toying with him like a cat with a mouse because no matter how much he sped up, Wei Fan matched his pace, sticking close to him the entire ti.
The purpose of ntioning the killing of Cangshan Wolf Venerable was to instill fear and then kill him.
In the past, he enjoyed scaring his enemies to death before killing them outright, but it wasn’t satisfying, so he preferred to break his enemies’ courage before dispatching them.
"Are they fighting to kill Martial Dao Hong?"
Above the Demon Suppression Bureau, Long Jianying looked surprised.
The distance and the change in True Power colors along with the obstruction of golden light ant that no one recognized Wei Fan.
Without understanding the situation, they didn’t dare to use Heart Spirit to investigate, fearing unnecessary trouble.
"Should we go and take a look? These beasts from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold might have provoked soone too tough for them!"
Huo Tianzheng swallowed hard.
He was also very wary of this strange expert with the Six-Colored Golden Body.
Long Jianying shook his head: "Better not go. The enemy of our enemy is not necessarily a friend, and it would be bad if they thought we were going to save Martial Dao Hong!"
Huo Tianzheng nodded, agreeing with Long Jianying’s reasoning.
Outside Su City, Wei Fan and Martial Dao Hong chased and fled like two suns darting across the sky, drawing a crowd to watch.
"Spare , and I promise the enmity with Prisoner Dragon Stronghold will be wiped clean. In the future, the stronghold will beco Wei Fan’s best friend!"
After a struggle, Martial Dao Hong yielded and lowered his head.
Even without fighting, he knew he was no match for Wei Fan. Wei Fan hadn’t even acted, showing that he hadn’t been taken seriously at all.
Wei Fan’s expression remained indifferent: "Prisoner Dragon Stronghold? I’ll eventually wipe it out. To be friends with , Wei Fan, the stronghold doesn’t qualify!"
Hearing this, Martial Dao Hong understood that no matter what he said, Wei Fan wouldn’t let him go.
If he didn’t fight desperately, Wei Fan would scare away all his courage.
"Demon-Suppressing Indestructible Golden Body!"
With a loud roar, Martial Dao Hong’s body rapidly transford into a gigantic figure a yard tall.
Then, with a flip of his wrist, he brandished a huge staff radiating the aura of Top Divine Soldiers.
The Prisoner Dragon Stronghold lineage mostly wielded staffs as their divine weapons.
"Trying to break ntally? When I, Martial Dao Hong, was playing this trick, you weren’t even born. Even if I die, I’ll splash you with blood!"
Martial Dao Hong’s expression grew fierce. To say he wasn’t scared would be a lie.
But for such a ruthless person, the more fearful he was, the more his ferocity was magnified.
He swept his large staff, and with the Power of Heaven and Earth guiding him, nurous great trees below were uprooted, and huge stones flew.
"Splash with blood?"
Wei Fan didn’t dodge. The golden light on his body shone even brighter, eting the large staff with a punch.
Clang!
It was as if refined iron clashed, sending a shower of sparks and scorching several big pits into the ground below.
"This is the might of the Six-Colored Golden Body?"
Martial Dao Hong’s tiger mouth was torn, essence blood sprayed, and he let out a muffled groan.
His entire body trembled violently as if his staff had struck a mighty, rushing mountain, the matchless crushing power nearly scattering his Golden Body apart.
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