Whoosh!

Tang Haoyu stepped on it and avoided the attack.

And the old ghost Taoist, holding the pot of Ten Thousand Ghosts, kept wailing, as if he was losing his parents.

Those ghosts were all cultivated after he spent countless efforts and were his greatest reliance, but now they were all gone and they were swallowed by that kid.

He heard the sound so delicious, he really wanted to spurt out his old blood.

Then, he felt a chill.

The boy's soul was so strange that he could transform and exuded a mighty aura, completely suppressing his ghost. This boy was clearly his nemesis!

"Old ghost, are there any?"

Tang Hao shouted jokingly.

The old ghost man shook his body, but was so angry that he almost fainted.

This brat is so hateful!

"Boy, I ****!" He cursed angrily, but then he retreated in shame.

There were still some ghosts inside the pot, but he decided not to summon it again.

If this kid is eaten by him again, he will really cry.

All the old monsters stopped, their faces were gloomy and solemn.

Without those ghosts, the old ghosts will be considered half-waste.

So many of them besieged this kid, and in just a short while, one person died and one person was ruined. The kid's strength and means were completely beyond their expectations.

"You little brat, don't hide if you have the will, fight me!"

An old man from the eighth continent shouted sternly, but he was extremely embarrassed and annoyed. This kid didn't know what kind of body skills he had learned, and he was extremely slippery and could not catch him at all.

Tang Hao's eyes swept away coldly, "Your name is Ji Ling Taoist, right?"

"That's right! In the next road, Ji Ling, do you dare to fight me!"

The old man shouted.

"OK!"

The old man was stunned and then was overjoyed, "Boy, what's your name? Come and sign up!"

"My surname is Tang and my name is Hao!"

Tang Hao said lightly.

"Tang Hao? I've recorded it!"

The old man's body shook, his aura burst out, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his pupils. In front of him, a golden sword buzzed and trembled, and a shocking sword energy burst out.

This is a sword cultivator!

"I have another name, my surname is Qin, my name is Wuming!" Tang Hao smiled slightly, calm and calm.

"Qin Wuming?"

Taoist Ji Ling was stunned immediately, but he felt that the name sounded a little familiar.

"Some people also call me the King of Qin! I don't know if you have heard of it!"

Tang Hao stretched out his hand lightly, and a golden light flashed, and the Eight Desolate Salutes flew out. With a heavy grip, he heard a roar of a dragon that shook the sky. The soul of the dragon demon rose into the sky and coiled behind him.

He stood up with his halberd, his pupils bloomed with divine light, his ink hair was flying, and there was a dragon coiling behind him. His divine power was as strong as an ancient war god.

Taoist Ji Ling was stunned again. When his eyes touched the divine halberd, his eyes suddenly widened, showing extreme shock and horror.

"You... are you the ninth king? That peerless monster? Are you not dead?"

Ji Ling Dao Ren shouted in horror.

The rest of the eighth continent were also extremely shocked. They naturally heard of the name of the King of Qin, but did they say that he was dead, why are he still doing well now?

"It's right down!"

Tang Hao shouted coldly, rushed out, grabbed the halberd with both hands, and slashed it hard.

clang!

There was a shocking sound.

The golden sword was shaken and was immediately shaken away, while the Ji Ling Taoist was shocked all over his body, and was blown back by the energy. Then, with a puff, it spurted out blood.

When he stopped his body, he was already showing signs of horror.

This kid is so terrible!

His cultivation is only in the middle stage, but his Dao Yuan is so strong that his physical strength is simply incredible. In addition, he is not even an opponent of that supreme treasure.

He was immediately frightened and did not dare to fight again. With a divine thought, he wanted to call back his flying sword.

But at this time, Tang Hao reached out his hand, flew out with the star-picking hand, grabbed the sword, snatched it, quickly erased the mark, and took it for himself.

"What are you doing...my sword!"

Taoist Ji Ling exclaimed first, then screamed.

"What your sword, this is obviously mine!"

Tang Hao rolled his eyes at him, "If you don't believe me, look!"

As he said that, he even sent the sword to fly around.

Ji Ling Taoist trembled all over and finally couldn't help it, and a mouthful of old blood was spurted out.

"Oh my god! That's so shameless!"

A group of old monsters were shocked.

They have never seen the baby robbery, but they have to show off their baby when they robbed them.

"Fellow Taoists, we must work together and cooperate sincerely, otherwise we will not be able to kill him."

"Yes! We have to work together."

All the old monsters agreed.

After shouting a few times, they became angry.

After all, they are old seniors who have lived for thousands of years. It is so embarrassing that a group of people can't do anything to a young boy in their decades!

They regained their momentum and prepared to work closely together to siege and kill the kid in one fell swoop.

But at this moment, Tang Hao took the lead and rushed out and rushed towards the group of old monsters. A few star lights suddenly appeared in his pupils, all of which were six, arranged in the shape of a Nandou.

"This kid is crazy! You dare to rush over!"

"What a chance! Hurry up, kill him!"

A group of people shouted excitedly and took action.

At this moment, Tang Hao suddenly murmured, "See!"

The next moment, he raised his right hand and raised the golden sword in his hand, slashing with vain.

Without any energy or sword light, it was like a random sword.

A group of old monsters were stunned, all of them were stunned.

They looked left, right, and then laughed.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

"This kid is crazy!"

They laughed and looked mocking.

But the next moment, the laughter came to an abrupt end, and a group of old monsters froze. They realized that there was a strange force that penetrated their bodies.

For a moment, they were inexplicably palpitations and sweating heavily, as if something extremely important was stripped out of their bodies.

"Life-life, why is my life-life less than one year?"

"So too! How could this happen?"

A moment later, a terrifying scream rang out.

When the others heard this, they were a little unbelievable. Could it be that the boy just now had his life span and cut off his life span?

How is this possible!

How could there be such a terrifying sword in this world?

But when they sensed it themselves, their faces changed drastically, and they were almost scattered.

My life span is really one year missing!

Life is constant. At any level of cultivation, there will be a lot of life. As a cultivator, you can also sense it in the dark.

After a year of absence, they can sense it.
Chapter completed!