Although it is just a clone, after isolating the connection between it and the body, it is completely possible to exert the strength of the magical power realm within a quarter of an hour without regard for consequences.

At such a close distance, it would be easier to kill a human monarch.

Zhao Hao was angry and laughed: "Did you monks' shit come out of your head and through your mouth? How dare you be a diplomat? If that guy Mi Lan saw it, you wouldn't be so angry that you resigned on the spot?"

"court death!"

The yellow eyebrows' face became increasingly ugly. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude.

"Sneak attack!"

The yellow eyebrows roared inwardly, and the clear air condensed yellow sand in the sky out of thin air.

Immediately, a demon-subduing pestle was used and hit Zhao Hao's head.

He was confident in this blow.

However.

"boom!"

A green seal was sacrificed out of thin air, and the surrounding space was twisted, and the demon-subduing pestle actually changed its direction out of thin air and attacked the yellow eyebrows.

Huangmei's face changed drastically, and she almost caught the demon-subduing pestle.

But at the same time, the suffocating national destiny came towards him like a tide.

Zhao Hao's face was a little pale, and he forced the blood from his mouth to swallow, and his voice resounded loudly throughout the city: "See, there are these dogs in Buddhism. If they are allowed to rule the human race, it will be a huge disaster.

But since this bald donkey dares to come, I will kill a bald guy and make a lot of energy for everyone!”

Huang Mei was shocked.

Because he felt a monstrous murderous intent in Zhao Hao.

He expected that the imperial seal could help Zhao Hao block the attack, but didn’t he say... Zhao Hao was just an ordinary person who had just entered the path of cultivation for less than four years?

No matter how many resources you have, it will be as high as the master, right?

Why is even the monk uneasy with his aura?

now.

Zhao Hao was wearing golden armor, and his national fortune was wrapped in the literary spirit he had accumulated for more than three years, and he crazily activated his sword gall to Wenxing.

Countless sword energy condensed out of thin air.
Chapter completed!