Seven figures rushed towards him like lightning. The gust of wind had cut out white marks from Chen Haomo's blue body, and his clothes were broken, revealing his well-proportioned muscles. He slowly raised his head and took a deep breath, as if he had smelled a faint smell of death.

The breath coming from different directions was extremely real, and the smell of blood emitting from the long black dagger became stronger and stronger. I don’t know which ruthless man’s blood was soaked, so that the strong evil aura released was about to turn into reality and condense into a sea of ​​evil.

The cage in front of him became denser and denser. Sharp light appeared on the tentacles, shrinking and cutting towards Chen Hao, and trying to twist the latter into pieces.

"Is this the Phantom Seven Kills?" Chen Hao murmured to himself, but his face was Wubo of Gujing, and he did not feel any fear.

"Hmph, just want to kill me with this? It's not enough!"

"The Spiritual Sword Kills the Eight Desolations!"

Just as these evil tentacles came, Chen Hao shouted softly, he raised his right hand high, opened his tiger's mouth slightly, and the countless small swords swimming in the sky condensed together, turning into a golden ancient sword and holding it tightly in the palm of his hand.

"The Eight Desolate Spirit Sword Slashes, and one slashes the ghosts and gods are shocked!"

Chen Hao looked solemn, and the golden ancient sword was as bright as a tomorrow. Even the gods who traveled around the sun would be shocked by this light. He felt the power flowing on the sword at this moment, and suddenly felt a thousand pride in his heart. At this time, even the monks who had just entered the Yuanshen realm dared to fight, but of course the outcome was indecisive. His intuition told him that the initial fur of mastering this technique was not enough to make him stand out for the heroes and have the capital to face the Yuanshen ancestor.

After cultivating the primordial spirit, even if the body dies, he can leave his body and be reborn easily. Therefore, in a sense, the primordial spirit monk is also called the "Immortal True Cultivation". As long as there is still a Dharma body that has not died, this primordial spirit monk cannot be called death, as long as he loses the consciousness of that soul.

The golden sword hit the increasingly smaller cage. Before they could touch each other, it had already stirred up the whistling wind. A shallow layer of water on the ground suddenly exploded, and countless mists surround the air. The sound of Buddha's Singing came from the sword body, greatly increasing his momentum.

The cage composed of evil tentacles collapsed at once, making a squeaking sound, and large areas melted like white snow placed in the scorching heat.

The golden sword cut through the vast void, and just flashed, and it came into contact with several black daggers at the same time. The entire secret room trembled violently, and the resurgence of power was like a void hand that was desperately tearing the cracks on the stone wall.

The gravel splashed, and as soon as it soared into the air, it was crushed into pieces by endless pressure, mixed in thick mist, and fell into pieces of mud. After a while, the ground was covered with a thin layer, as if it was in a swamp.

The seven figures were torn to pieces like paper, but Chen Hao's face did not show any joy. The golden sword touched the long black dagger, and the expected collision of gold and iron did not sound.

At least that weapon has the power of a top-grade magic weapon, and it cannot be so fragile that it will be destroyed into empty space under one blow. The only explanation is that none of these seven gray shadows are true, and they are all illusory things.

Where was the other party hiding? Chen Hao was surprised and did not expect that the other party's hidden art was so magical. Although the Eight Desolate Spirit Sword Slash was powerful, it had to hit the target.

"Hehe" strange laughter echoed in the secret room, making people unable to tell where the source is. These laughters are everywhere, stirring people's minds and causing people to feel extremely bored for no reason.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Chen Hao shouted angrily, and he quickly formed a magic seal with one hand and wiped it on his eyes. The true energy in his body surged, and two huge mirrors hung high in the sky. The waves raised by the true energy hit it, causing it to shake up a series of clear and mysterious lights.

The "Eyes of Breaking Delusion" were activated again, and the entire secret room was divided into countless spaces by chains of laws. The thick mist seemed to disappear, and all hidden things were gone.

"Finally found!"

Chen Hao shouted in his heart. Without hesitation, the golden sword in his hand immediately hit him out.

"The spirit sword cuts the eight wildernesses, and ghosts and gods can destroy them!"

There is no such technique in Buddhist techniques. This technique was obtained by the Buddha's master after he killed the enemy. He could be taken by him and placed in the inheritance. The power of this technique can be seen. Although Chen Hao can only use one move at present, this move is no less than the full-strength attack at the peak of the Divine Transformation. If it can be hit, Xiao Qiongtian will be severely injured even if he has a killing armor.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sky shook and the earth moved. This time, several large stones burst out from the crack. The flowing water from outside rushed in, causing the water surface to rise for several minutes in an instant.

A figure rushed out in a mess, fell into the water, splashing waves, and several bright reds quickly spread out in it, with a slight fishy smell spreading in the air.

"Ahem!"

The sudden appearance was Xiao Qiongtian, who was hiding. He stood up from the water tremblingly, his face was pale and bloodless, and his body was covered with deep bone-sighted wounds.

The killing armor that was draped on his body was covered with cracks, flashing with a crystal-like luster. The crack was filled with whimpering wind, as if a head of resentful spirits were hiding inside.

Xiao Qiongtian's chest was fluctuating violently, and his face was full of incredible expressions. The attack did not hit him head-on. Just a little wiped his body, it caused such serious injuries. It is hard to imagine what serious injuries would be suffered if he had to withstand all his power.

Perhaps, you might die in this fierce attack.

"call……"

Xiao Qiongtian was gasping heavily, and the heart-wrenching pain came from the wound, even though he had undergone countless training, he frowned. He raised his head and said with a hint of self-deprecation.

"There is indeed a technique of counter-traveling and defeating the sky in this world. I heard that I was sneering and disbelieving it, but now I have to use this life to prove it!"

A trace of determination flashed across his face, and he raised his palm and slapped at his Tianling, actually trying to kill him.

Chen Hao shrank his eyes, and several green rainbows were emitted from his hands, and the back shot hit the man's chest first. The light movement of his feet even made a fool of himself. He bent his fingers into claws and swept the latter's shoulder hard.

"Click."

Xiao Qiongtian's arm hung unnaturally, and his joints had just left their original position, and he had no chance of committing suicide.

"I said, it's not so easy to die!"

"Click." Chen Hao took action again to remove the other party's chin, and then said coldly.

A hint of panic flashed in Xiao Qiongtian's eyes, but then he forced himself to suppress it. He slowly closed his eyes, as if he could handle it.

"When I can't do anything?"

Chen Hao snorted coldly, and his consciousness formed a sharp ray of wisdom, piercing into the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, turning into a faint purple villain, holding a green lotus in his hand, releasing endless pressure.
Chapter completed!