Puff!

The sword light passed by, and an ancient clan king was split in half, then strangled into powder by the sword energy, and his body and spirit were destroyed.

The person who took action was an elder of the Qitian Dean. Tang Hao recognized him and was one of the elders who presided over the trial with Elder Wang Yun.

His hair and beard were all open, his expression was crazy, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming. He used an ancient sword to kill all directions. He didn't know how many blood of the Heavenly Lord was stained on his sword.

But he was also covered in blood, and a treasure garment was already in tatters.

He killed one, and three or four more pounced on him, constantly flowing.

Finally, he was blown away by vomiting blood and falling down.

He was not the first or the last. Elder Qi Tian in the square fell down one after another, tragic and tragic.

Many people struggled to get up, swallowed a handful of pills, and continued to fight.

As more and more enemies, they began to shrink and surrounded Tang Hao in the middle.

"Good disciple, don't be afraid! You can still hold on with your teacher!"

"Good disciple, I will definitely help you grab the bones back!"

The masters were also seriously injured and were shaking.

But they gritted their teeth and held on, and they still had a shocking fighting spirit on their bodies.

"Hmph! Still want to grab the keel back? Old guy, you guys dream!"

The Yuchi clan's heavenly king sneered.

Under his leadership, the Yuchi Clan Heavenly King continued to charge.

"Puff!"

After a while, the injuries became worse. Several people bleed blood in their mouths and fell down.

"Master!"

Tang Hao's eyes instantly turned red, and he roared, rushed over frantically, helped them up, took out the medicine bottle in tremblingly, poured out the pill, and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Ahem! Master is fine... It's really good! Help me up and I can fight again!"

"It's okay, no need! These pills...you keep them..."

They struggled hard, trying to get up, but they had clearly reached their limit. They stumbled for a few steps and fell down again, their faces dead, as if they were about to run out of oil.

“Master…”

Tang Hao clenched his fists tightly, feeling sad and angry.

At the same time, there was a deep sense of powerlessness that surged up.

The opponent is too strong, there are so many saints, the Heavenly Lords, and he is just a killer and has no choice but to do anything.

This was the first time he felt so powerless.

He looked around and saw a tragic scene. The people from the Qitianyuan were falling down continuously, and above the sky, the battle between the saints was not optimistic.

puff!

Another master fell down, his abdomen was pierced by the sword light, and blood surged.

"Don't get out of here yet! Hand over that kid!"

The Yuchi Clan Heavenly King yelled loudly.

"You Qitianyuan is in trouble, and you won't surrender quickly!"

The other ancient clans, immortal sects, and even the elders of the War God Mountain and Hunyuan Taoist temple shouted.

"Master!"

Tang Hao rushed over and helped his master up.

"It's okay! I can't die!"

The master waved his hand and smiled at Tang Hao.

Looking at his weak look, Tang Hao's heart twitched violently. He clenched his fists tightly, and endless anger and resentment surged in his heart.

He shivered slightly, his expression gradually became a little crazy.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a light flashed in his palm, and there was something else.

It was a scroll, old and mottled.

When the eyes of the heavenly kings fell on this scroll, they all stagnated. The next moment, their eyes turned red and their breathing became rapid.

The movements in their hands also stopped.

Feeling this strange situation, the other heavenly kings also had their eyes stagnated.

The square in front of the hall became quiet, and everyone stopped and stared at the scroll with a greedy expression and crazy look.

That is one of their goals, a divine decree, the supreme divine object!

"Boy, give me the decree!"

"Give me!"

They all reached out and shouted at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao held the scroll, raised his head, revealed a ferocious face, and said word by word: "You... are all going to die!"

The heavenly kings were stunned and then laughed.

"Boy, what are you? Don't think you are a monster. You are amazing. There are too many geniuses in this world. As long as you can't grow up, geniuses are nothing!"

"Just because of you, you, want to kill me? Haha! In another few decades, you may still have a chance! It's a pity that you can't wait for that day!"

The lords laughed and looked disdainful.

In their eyes, geniuses who have not grown up do not even count.

Now that the Qitianyuan is about to collapse, this kid is destined to not survive. What are they going to be afraid of?

"You guy, you're about to die, and you're still stubborn! In the trial of Qingdi Mountain, you've washed my God of War Mountain with blood. In the land where the gods came to the world, you've made me lose face in the War Mountain with shame... I'll calculate these accounts with you today!"

An elder of the War God Mountain shouted.

He is tall, has a brilliant golden body, and has a deep and terrifying aura.

Tang Hao grabbed the scroll and stood up slowly, standing up straight, his body standing like a sword, standing there, with an amazing sharp edge on his body.

His clothes began to roll, and his ink hair began to dance wildly.

"What does this kid want to do?"

Everyone was a little confused.

"Do you want to use the order?"

"Tsk! How is that possible! That is the decree of the gods. With his mere cultivation of the Dao, how can he activate it? Even if it really activates it, his life will be gone."

All the heavenly kings shook their heads and sneered.

That is a treasure of the gods. What a powerful treasure. If you want to activate it, you need strong cultivation. Just relying on the little cultivation level of the Taoist slaying is not enough. If you force it, you will inevitably be drained by the treasure and die.

"Good disciple, what do you want to do? Let it go!"

"don't want!"

Master Wang Liang and his friends changed their faces and shouted loudly.

"My masters, I have received your care during this period! I will always remember your kindness!"

Tang Hao looked around and swept over the masters, his tone was a little choked.

But when he withdrew his gaze, he turned back to his cold and fierce look.

His eyes were extremely firm and had a resolute look.

He took out the knife and slashed heavily in front of his chest. The wound that had just healed cracked again and blood surged out.

After losing Yinglong's bone, the golden color in his blood faded a little, became even lighter, and a hint of blood appeared.

The blood rolled out and rushed towards the scroll.

After the scroll absorbed blood, a ray of light gradually bloomed.

At the same time, a part of the blood surged upwards and spread out above Tang Hao's head, gradually condensed into mysterious ancient seal scripts and strange graphics.

These ancient seal and graphics gradually pieced together into a pattern.

The heavenly kings in Sifang were all stunned, but they didn't expect that this kid really dared to do this.

"He's crazy!"

"This kid is committing suicide!"

They couldn't help but exclaim.

With this kid's cultivation, even if he burns all his essence and blood, he will never be able to activate that decree. This is completely a waste of death, which is extremely stupid.

"Okay! When this kid dies, we will steal the treasure!"

They laughed and said, "It was all about to start preparing, and when the boy died, he took action to snatch the treasure."

Blood continued to gush out, and Tang Hao's body gradually became thinner and his breath became weak...
Chapter completed!