"You should have made a special trip to wait for me today, right?" Ling Hao responded lightly.
"I'm here now. If you have any trump cards, use them as soon as possible, otherwise you will have no chance!"
He knew very well that the main target of Death's attack on Shengtian City must be him. The other party did not dare to go to Yuhong City to cause trouble, so luring him to Shengtian City was the best plan.
If the other party dares to come to Shengtian City to cause trouble, he must have known about the destruction of Shengtianmen before.
At that time, Mo Tian, although his cultivation level had declined, he could still mobilize the combat power of the fourth-level Taoist realm. If the God of Death had no trump card, he would definitely not come to Holy Sky City like this.
"You're not stupid!" Death replied coldly.
After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked to the left: "You two, come out, let's find the treasure together!"
As his voice fell, ripples appeared in the void not far away, and then two figures appeared, one man and one woman.
It can be seen from the auras of the two people that one of them is in the fourth-level Taoist realm, and the other is in the late third-level Taoist realm.
"Send your name!" Ling Hao looked at the two of them and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You're an unknown person, so don't mention it!" the old man in gray robes replied calmly.
"The purpose of our visit today is just to see the true face of the treasure in your body. As long as you hand it over, we won't make it difficult for you!"
"I'm afraid I will disappoint you two!" Ling Hao responded.
"What do you mean? Not willing? An external thing is more important than your own life?" the old man in gray robe continued.
"It's not that you don't want to, it's that you are not qualified to see that treasure!" Ling Hao replied lightly.
"Haha, is that so?" The old man in gray robe narrowed his eyes: "I wonder if that treasure will automatically come out to find other hosts if you die?"
"If you want my life, you are not qualified either!" Ling Hao glanced at the other party.
Goo!
While he was speaking, Bai Ling flapped her wings and came to his side.
The remaining deputy sect leader of the Yin Yang Sect was already lying on the ground, motionless, and had long since lost his breath.
The God of Death subconsciously looked at the ground below, his face so gloomy that he almost shed tears.
His right-hand men and two deputy sect leaders all went to see the Lord of Hell in just a few minutes.
"Do you think a bird can protect you?" The old woman glanced at Bai Ling and then looked at Ling Hao and said in a deep voice.
"You can try it!" Ling Hao responded.
"You two, stop talking nonsense with this kid, kill him, and the treasure will naturally be ours!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the God of Death.
"Since you don't have to drink fine wine for the toast, then let it be as you wish!" The old man in gray robe said solemnly, and his aura quickly increased.
"Zi Ling, I'll leave him to you!" Ling Hao said.
call!
As he finished speaking, a purple figure quickly rushed towards the gray-robed old man.
"Huh?" The old man in gray robe was slightly stunned, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the old man in gray robe shot backwards two to three hundred meters away before stopping.
"The origin of spiritual veins?"
After seeing Zi Ling clearly, the gray-robed old man's pupils shrank slightly.
After a short pause, he looked at Ling Hao and said, "You can actually make the source of your spiritual veins recognize you as your master. It really makes me..."
"Old man, you talk too much, pick me up again!" As Zi Ling spoke, he dodged over.
"Seeking death!" The old man in gray robe frowned and raised his hand to greet him.
