In the self-contained small world of magic cave, with the blessing of magic, Zhang Hao's aura gradually increased, and he reached the early stage of the eleventh level of true immortal.
But Suning is still missing, no trace to be found.
This made Zhang Hao feel proud and even doubled his confidence.
So what about the demon disciple? Wasn’t he beaten so hard that he couldn’t fight back?
Thinking like this, he even vaguely imagined the scene of killing Suning and becoming famous in the Eight Hundred Immortals World.
The stars are holding the moon, clustering in front and behind.
What kind of scenery is that, how dazzling it is?
Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth raised, and the murderous intention in his heart became stronger.
Suning deserves to die and must die.
Not only because he is a traitor to the fairy world and a traitor to the demon world.
It's also because he was the former Lord of Dragon and Phoenix, and the heir chosen by Jiang Lin'an before his soul dissipated.
With such a great reputation, even if his appearance is swallowed up, he is still an unparalleled genius that everyone in the immortal world wants to challenge.
Defeating Suning or directly killing Suning is the best opportunity to prove oneself to the outside world. It is a symbol of personal strength and an act that is famous in the three worlds.
It’s not that good luck is better than good fortune. If you get the attention of some big shots, it’s not impossible that you will soar into the sky.
"call."
With a long breath, Zhang Hao continued to squeeze the "narrow space" that was only a hundred meters away.
Ninety meters, eighty meters, seventy meters...
The Dharma is majestic and golden.
Covered by his mind, he was confident and looked like he was sure of victory.
"come out."
He tapped his right foot lightly, and white smoke rolled like a tide.
The next moment, a harsh corrosive sound sounded, and fire burned the void, everywhere.
At the same time, the golden dharma object that was a hundred feet high behind Zhang Hao moved. He raised it up to the sky with one hand, then flipped over and fell violently.
Yes, fall.
Invisibly, it is like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, pulling the cracked void to emit the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, which is so engrossing that it makes it difficult for people to rest in peace for a long time.
"Crack, click, click."
The boiling seawater surging above the sea was almost crushed into solid land by this sudden weight, exploding inch by inch, and collapsing piece by piece.
In this way, Suning, who had nowhere to hide and could no longer delay showing weakness, could only show up passively.
"Uh-huh."
The figures were moving around, looking slightly embarrassed.
Zhang Hao's eyes sparkled, he approached and said, "It turns out that this is the demon disciple who is inferior to one person and outnumbers ten thousand people in the demon world. He is really terrifying."
"Boom."
Drawing his palms together and condensing his fists, he struck out with the Bronze Ghost Technique in the air.
The crowd watching below saw the dazzling electric light as thin as a bucket penetrated layer by layer, and appeared behind Suning in an instant.
"Okay, Junior Brother Zhang fought well."
Guo Changyou, a disciple of Xueqing Immortal Realm, had his pupils dilated and said excitedly: "Three moves, if this continues, Suning will definitely not be able to defeat the three moves in your hands."
A thousand meters away, Han Shibai stopped, his eyes half-squinted, with a look of doubt.
"Can't beat Zhang Hao?"
"No, you are showing weakness on purpose."
"Oh, are you trying to trick me into being fooled?"
"Suning, Suning, you underestimate me too much."
"It's just a cover-up. If you can't get through this, what qualifications do I, Han, have to be ranked as the seventh immortal general in the Fire Xuan Immortal Realm?"
He sneered coldly, his face full of disdain and pride.
"Snapped."
In the magic world, Suning's figure was pierced by the Bronze Ghost Dharma Prime's punch, and a thin blood mist immediately spattered out.
Zhang Hao was overjoyed and pressed forward step by step.
"roll."
He seems to be angry from shame and has no way out.
Suning, who was running away quickly, suddenly turned around and clapped his hands in grief and anger.
Zhang Hao's expression remained unchanged and he raised his hand to welcome him.
The two palms clashed, the immortal power and the demonic power were entangled, refusing to give in to each other.
One is at the early stage of the tenth level of a true immortal, and the other is at the early stage of the eleventh level of a true immortal.
With the blessing of Dharma, the white energy representing Zhang Hao became more and more courageous as it fought, becoming unstoppable.
In this way, after just three breaths, the black energy dissipated and Suning staggered backwards.
"Hahaha, Suning, you are nothing more than that."
Zhang Hao, who had the upper hand, looked up to the sky and roared with high spirits.