Yin Xuuge smiled as he looked at Hao Tu, half of his body sunk into the ruins, roaring like a mad bull.●⌒
Wang Ling's scolding was very clear, and half of the people on the street heard his angry scolding. Yin Xuuge looked at Hao Tu with a smile, and waved the giant ram's horn ax in his hand, which was equally clear and loud to Hao Tu.
Added: "You are really a waste, you can't even bear my kick?"
Hao Tu hissed and roared. He transformed into a ray of yellow light and rushed up to the sky, and then dived down from the air desperately. A burst of light flashed on his bloody palm, and 30% of the blood essence in his body was suddenly exhausted. His fingers were shattered by Shifang Chaodu.
The rebirth has been completed, and the fingers are as tough and strong as the original ones.
He dropped his heavy shield, clenched his hands into fists, and pulled the spiritual energy of the world from all directions. On his fists, he compressed layers of runes one after another. Two khaki-colored hills with a radius of about ten feet were formed on his fists.
With the terrifying aura of Mount Tai, heavy winds whipped up and shot down from the sky.
The entire Xiaoyao Mountain was shaken. Xiaoyao Mountain is tens of thousands of miles high, and there are at least thousands of wealthy families. Among these wealthy families, there are many powerful people at the Golden Immortal level. Hao Tu desperately took action with all his strength, and the aura of heaven and earth he aroused was immediately alarmed.
Everyone.
Countless spiritual consciousnesses converged towards this side, and the spiritual consciousnesses collided with each other, even causing ripples visible to the naked eye.
There is even a golden immortal level expert who is protecting his junior, flying far into the sky, pointing and looking here. Hao Tu is also a relatively famous master in Xiaoyao Mountain, and he can anger him and force him to
They went all out inside Xiaoyao Mountain, and the excitement was worthy of their participation.
On the streets thousands of miles higher than the block where Zhentian Holy King's Mansion is located, several loud shouts turned into rolling thunder waves and crashed down.
"Hey, Hao Tu, you bully such a little kid. You really make your master look good!"
"Try harder and smash that whole mountain to pieces. Hahaha, you King Zhentian Palace is rich and can afford to pay compensation for destroying many things!"
"I'm betting on a low-grade spiritual stone. Hao Tu can't win against this doll. If Hao Tu wins, everyone can just take this low-grade spiritual stone!"
The malicious ridicule turned into billowing shock waves, spreading almost throughout Xiaoyao Mountain. Countless spiritual consciousnesses locked onto Haotu's body, observing the movement of Haotu's mana after striking with all his strength. There were even powerful and abnormal gods.
The consciousness maliciously invaded Hao Tu's body, wanting to peep into the core secrets of the magical powers that Hao Tu practiced with all his strength.
Yin Xuege raised his head. He looked at Hao Tu who roared down from the sky. His consciousness swept over him, and he knew that if Hao Tu hit the ground with this blow, at least there would be a neighborhood in a radius and several streets above and below.
They will all turn into powder.
The Zhentian Holy Prince's Mansion and the mansions of other wealthy families, which are protected by heavy restrictions, will be fine, but the houses of ordinary civilians and casual cultivators, as well as those civilians and casual cultivators, will be beaten to pieces by Hao Tu's blow, and their souls will be scattered.
"Haha, come on." The fighting spirit surged in his heart, and the essence and blood of the great avenue in his body continued to release hot currents all over his body. The saint who condensed the essence and blood of the great avenue, his understanding of the way of heaven, constantly integrated into Yin Xuege's soul, and he
In the Purple Mansion's sea of consciousness, that seed soul has sprouted a new bud. The hazy green bud is verdant, emitting strange fluctuations in the avenue.
The golden immortal weapon in his hand was taken back, and Yin Xuege took out a top-grade golden immortal weapon with a green wood attribute, the 'Qinglong Stake', obtained from Wanbing Tower. It was three feet high and six inches thick, and was covered with greenery and thin trees.
As soon as the blue dragon stake with veins was taken out, it had a strange resonance and vibration with the Dao essence and blood in Yin Xuege's body.
Every drop of Dao Essence and Blood is the product of the perfect fusion of the natal essence of a strong Taoist Realm and the laws of heaven. It contains infinite mysteries and possesses extremely powerful power. The drop of Dao Essence and Blood in Yin Xuege’s body is the attribute of Qingmu.
The insignificant ray of heat he disperses is equivalent to the entire immortal power of a powerful golden immortal man.
Moreover, this power is purer than the Golden Immortal Power and its quality is a thousand times higher.
The green wooden stake emitted bright light like a piece of top-grade jade. A clear dragon roar came out from the green dragon stake, which became transparent. The three-foot-long wooden stake squirmed violently, and its body expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye,
It turned into a thousand-foot-long blue dragon and soared into the sky.
The so-called Qinglong Stake, his weapon spirit is a real Qinglong Dragon Soul. After being killed by the strong men of Wanbing Sect, the dragon soul has been sealed in the Qinglong Stake for thousands of years. Nourished by the essence and blood of the Great Dao, this dragon soul
Suddenly came to life.
The green dragon soars into the sky, and all the flowers, plants and trees in Xiaoyao Mountain, as long as they are plants, simultaneously release the purest green wood spiritual energy in the body. Even the weakest grass, he happily releases the energy in his body that is stronger than fireflies.
A little bit of Aoki essence that is thousands of times weaker.
Countless green wood auras turned into strands of green light and were continuously injected into the blue dragon's body. The green dragon's hazy body quickly became condensed and like a substance, and each dragon scale emitted a bright light, as beautiful as if it were carved from emeralds.
Wang Ling's eyes widened. He quickly judged the terrifying power contained in this green dragon. This was not the power that Yin Xuuge, a 'mere true immortal', should possess. The power of this green dragon was as powerful as that of a saint.
Taking action, the terrifying aura brought by the green dragon really has the momentum to crush everything and shatter the void.
He opened his mouth, trying to remind Hao Tu to dodge.
After all, Hao Tu was one of the captains of the inner guard of the Holy King's Palace, his confidant, and his most effective thug. The earth-attribute magical power cultivated by Hao Tu was impossible to block the attack of the Azure Dragon, which had an absolute restraint effect.
He even leaned forward, trying to help Hao Tu block the blow.
But just as he moved, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. A middle-aged man with an indescribable and mysterious smile stood in front of him. The middle-aged man exuded a fiery fighting spirit and an arrogant fighting spirit.
It was like a raging fire, burning the surrounding void and distorting it.
"Wang Zhankuang, what do you want to do?" Wang Ling roared angrily.
The burly man blocking him was none other than Wang Zhan Kuang, the contemporary Saint King of Dou Zhan Saint Palace who was also a descendant of sinners exiled from the Wang Saint Clan in Xiaoyao Mountain. His cultivation level was slightly lower than that of Wang Ling Chi, but Dou Zhan Kuang was
The people in the War Saint Palace are as warlike as ever. If they really start to take action, Wang Lingchi may not be able to suppress the opponent.
"You don't want to do anything, since it's a fight, it must be fair!" Wang Zhankuang looked at Wang Lingqi with gloating, his body was trembling slightly, and he gritted his teeth and smiled lowly: "Just a thug, if he dies, he will die.
.What your Zhentian Holy King’s Palace urgently needs now is alchemists, not warriors, what do you think?”
"Holy shit!" Wang Ling was so angry that his eyes were twitching. As expected, Wang Zhankuang also knew that his mission to return to the clan was to refine the damn Baoyan Cave Xuan Guiyuan Pill.
His words were really annoying to the extreme.
Zhentian Shengwang's Palace is indeed in urgent need of alchemists, but can a master like Hao Tu be lost in vain?
Cursing angrily, Wang Lingqi suddenly put his hands together, and a dark thunder light flickered in his palms. He didn't have time to waste time with Wang Zhankuang, so he simply used his strongest attack spell to drive Wang Zhankuang away and rescue Hao Tu.
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An erratic white figure in the slanting thorn approached silently. A very beautiful young woman was holding a soft sword that was more than ten feet long and as wide as a thumb, as gently winding and twisted as a spiritual snake, with an expressionless face.
He locked his consciousness on Wang Lingchi.
"Two against one, you will definitely lose." The young woman looked at Wang Ling's condition indifferently, with the corners of her mouth drooping as if she was about to cry and said, "If you don't move, I won't move. If you move, I will take action."
Wang Ling's chapped face twitched, and he roared angrily at the young woman: "Wang Qiangwei, sooner or later, I will cut your thorn clean."
This time, Wuding was one of the three major branches competing for the right to return to the clan. Wang Qiangwei, the current head of the family, had a droopy face and said gloomily: "Then get me to you."
Go to bed? Aren't you afraid that I'll cut off half of your soft flesh and feed it to the dog?"
Wang Zhan laughed strangely. He pointed at Wang Ling and laughed loudly: "Half a tael of soft meat? Ah ha, half a tael? Sister Qiangwei, are you sure that this guy's words add up to only
Half Liangzhong? Hey, he has so many children, are they not his biological children?"
Wang Ling was so angry that he was shaking all over, but in the next moment, he calmed down.
He looked up at Hao Tu, who had jumped down from high altitude, and shouted in a cold voice: "Hao Tu, burn your essence and blood, Yuanshen, kill with all your strength!"
From Wang Lingxi's attempt to save people, to Wang Zhan Kuang and Wang Qiangwei's intervention, all this is a long story, but in fact it only took two snaps of time. Wang Lingxi was sure that he could not break through the two masters of the same level.
If they want to prevent Hao Tu from being rescued, then let Hao Tu die. Even if he dies, he must kill Yin Xuuge. The little girl who makes Wang Ling's heart flutter is destined to be his collection!
Hao Tu heard the absolute meaning in Wang Ling's words, and the Qinglong rushing up from below put even greater pressure on him.
The power of green wood naturally restrains the power of thick earth. Hao Tu leaped hundreds of miles high and dived down from high altitude. Yin Xuege had just taken out the green wooden stake. At this time, he just felt a little uncomfortable. But the green dragon suddenly appeared and rushed straight towards him.
The coming Qinglong gave him a great sense of crisis.
When the green wood spiritual energy released by the surrounding flowers and trees was continuously injected into the Qinglong's body, the Qinglong gradually turned virtual into reality, and Hao Tu felt the disaster of annihilation.
A mere true immortal, even if he was using a golden immortal weapon, could actually give him such a terrifying feeling as a golden immortal? Hao Tu was so angry that two of his big teeth shattered. He gritted his teeth without even needing Wang Lingchi's order.
, he has begun to burn essence and blood.
When Wang Lingqi's order came, Hao Tu roared wildly, his eyebrows emitted a dazzling light, and his soul began to burn. His body was wrapped in a ball of earthy yellow light, and the two fists on his fists
The small mountains began to merge, and soon merged into a large mountain with a height of a hundred feet. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!