Chatper 1430 (1/2)

"Haha, the corpse has become a god, this old man wants to see, how long can the mountain protection formation of your Kunpeng clan last?"

At the foot of Kunpeng Mountain, outside the great formation barrier, Hong Hai looked crazy and laughed wildly in the sky.

This half-immortal corpse god, born to kill, can reach the sky, but the most perfect masterpiece in his life, it is more than a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than the corpse puppets he has refined in the past.

"Peng Wanshan, you killed my son that day, did you ever think that today would be..."

Hong Hai suddenly roared again, the smile disappeared from his face, and the only thing left was monstrous anger and resentment.

His son, Hong Liang, was the most outstanding disciple in the history of Shenzong. He was supposed to have a bright future, and he was the one who made his Hong family prosper for all eternity.

"Yes, your son was indeed killed by Peng, but so what? If you want to blame him, blame him for not killing my clan."

Peng Wanshan looked down at Hong Hai and said with a sneer.

Hong Hai's eyes were terrifying, and he gritted his teeth: "Okay, after the battle is broken, I will need you to repay your debts with blood, and refine your Peng's father and son, and the rest of the clan, into corpse puppets and drive them for me."

"Why do you talk so much? You will change when you are late, so hurry up and do it."

Jia Tong frowned. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. It was just the source of this unease, but he didn't know where it came from.

It stands to reason that if they attacked the Kunpeng clan with the strength of the Heaven Smiting Sect and the Corpse Sect, they should be sure of it.

But as time passed by, Jia Tong's unease became more and more intense, as if a catastrophe would be imminent at any time, making his face gloomy and irritable.

"Don't worry, in this huge East Emperor Realm, no one dares to rescue the Kunpeng family."

Hong Hai glanced at Jia Tong coldly, but he didn't take Jia Tong's words to heart at all. The two factions joined forces, and the rest of the Eastern Emperor Realm couldn't hide in time. Who would dare to come to this muddy water?

"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, we must break through the formation as soon as possible and destroy the Kunpeng family."

Jia Tong said coldly.

"It's not us, it's me, you guys from Heaven Smiting Sect, stay here."

Hong Hai raised his eyebrows and waved his hand disdainfully, and without delay, he ordered the corpse god in front of him: "Go, break the formation with all your strength."

"Roar!"

The corpse god roared, and seemed to be struggling, but did not move.

It is made up of countless powerful corpse puppets, has a strong intelligence, has a violent and frantic temperament, and is naturally unwilling to succumb to others.

Jia Tong's face turned cold and he complained, "Old ghost Hong, can you do it?"

He didn't deliberately ridicule Hong Hai, but worried that Hong Hai's cultivation was too low to control the corpse god.

This corpse god has a terrifying aura, but it is not an ordinary corpse puppet. If it does not obey the order and riots here, it will be a huge disaster for all of them present.

The corpse god in the half fairyland is by no means comparable to the monks below the extraordinary. Hong Hai has a certain risk in getting this big guy out.

"Elder, this corpse god is too dangerous, should we avoid it first?"

At this moment, the cultivators of the Heaven Smiting Sect also gathered around Jia Tong, each of them obviously having the same concerns as Jia Tong.

They are all masters in the teaching, and they are also the main force in the attack on the Kunpeng family. It would be a joke if they were all eaten by the corpse gods here.

Even the Kunpeng clan's mountain protection formation has not been broken, but it has become the ration of the corpse god. This is naturally a joke to outsiders, but to their Heaven Smiting Sect, it is a tragedy.