My Demon Husband Is Chapter 847: Why Did You Have to Provoke Her?

Chapter 847: Chapter 847: Why Did You Have to Provoke Her?

"Yun Hao, a tender green snake that has just been reincarnated, if you cultivate for another fifty years and restore your cultivation, I might be afraid of you."

Indeed, Huang Wude’s cultivation is extrely formidable. The demonic power leaking from the Square Sky Halberd in his hand just left several wounds on Yun Hao’s pale cold face. "Chang Hao! Just a useless snake, cultivated for so many years and still hasn’t transford into a dragon, was directly hit by my disciple at seven inches."

It turns out, the Green Stone Scepter at Chang Hao’s seven inches was only thrust by Huang Wude’s disciple.

But no wonder, back then, I didn’t understand many things about the Mystic Sect.

Now, under Zhang Zidao’s tutelage, I fully understand if a cultivator hasn’t trained to the Tribulation level.

Then cultivation will not grow further, only regress year by year.

Chang Hao... currently, is probably... stuck at this bottleneck...

"Fool, who fights you head-on?" Yun Hao’s pupils were cold, speaking with a distant tone, "I beseech The Three Pure Ones Three Realms Heavenly Treasure three Heavenly Venerables, Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, Five Stars and Twenty-Eight Constellations, thousand calls thousand responses, ten thousand calls ten thousand spirits!!"

The clear sky was instantly overcast.

The oxygen in the air seed to be drained away, suffocatingly oppressive.

Under the gloomy sky, Huang Wude’s brow turned black, his eyes astonished, "This... the curse words for beseeching the Heavenly Venerable, should manifest as Earth Immortal’s sorcery, Yun Hao!! What are you trying to do, your strength simply can’t achieve this, unless... it’s your garnt??!"

"Huang Wude, you truly are a fool, you don’t even recognize the Thunder Summoning Garnt made by our Lady of the Snake Lord."

Chang Hao coldly laughed, slowly reciting curse words identical to Yun Hao, also the words beseeching the three Heavenly Venerables.

Each drew out nine robust and bright Heavenly Thunder, a total of eighteen, striking toward Huang Wude.

These were not ordinary lightning and thunder, but Heaven’s Tribulation-like purple desolate lightning, specifically stripping the cultivation of those defiant of heaven.

These eighteen strikes hit solidly, even if Old Zhao ca in full force, he would be struck half dead.

Huang Wude was so anxious he moved swiftly, running fast.

Heavenly Thunder’s speed was even faster, instantly striking Huang Wude into charcoal.

Huang Wude collapsed on the ground, his Cloud Brocade Dragon Robe woven with gold thread turned to dust, he spat out a mouthful of black smoke, "It’s over, I’m dood."

"You won’t die, my mother has said, don’t kill," Yun Hao was appropriately restrained, leaving Huang Wude a lifeline.

He was originally a person of indifferent character, yet he actively walked beside Huang Wude, smiling clear as he patted Huang Wude’s face, "You, why provoke her?"

"Kill...!! For Master Wude’s revenge!!"

"The Snake Tribe has bullied

too much!!"

The generally timid and cowardly Yellow Immortal, at this mont, suddenly had a burst of bloodlust.

In a desperate counterattack, there seed to be a trend of turning the tables!

But Yun Hao casually snapped his fingers, the remaining tiny lightning in the sky struck down precisely.

Instantly, a large area lay flat, the Yellow Immortal’s bloodlust like soap bubbles, burst at touch, once again plunged into chaos.

Screaming, fleeing for life on the battlefield.

Chang Hao and the Yellow Immortal clan have deep-seated enmity, fighting is far from graceful.

Screaming wildly, one strike wipes out a large area.

No matter how nurous they are, they’re directly BBQed.

Yu Rongling watched the two flipping the field with lightning, looking envious beyond asure, "Sister-in-law, who is truly your real little brother-in-law?? With such powerful equipnt, Divine Equipnt you give them, not ?"

"Do you want it??" I couldn’t help but laugh from anger, glancing sidelong at Yu Rongling.

Yu Rongling nodded repeatedly, completely oblivious to my helplessness, his lower body transford into a snake tail, shaking

dizzy and dazed, "Give

one, let

show off my might, wuli Little Fairy will definitely worship

to death."

"You really think the Thunder Summoning Garnt is a good thing? You’ve seen it before, haven’t I given it to you out of favoritism? Wearing this, you could be backlashed."