Chapter 43 Angry Hongming

Hongming's face remained motionless, but his evaluation of Zhao Haoran was even higher. At this time, if he rushed up rashly, with these condensed fire auras alone, he could directly turn Zhao Haoran into flying ash. Unexpectedly, he actually adopted the safest method, which showed that this young man was unusual.

Although the time of cultivation is not long, Zhao Haoran has also experienced several life-and-death battles. Powerful souls often have different things. It is better to be cautious. One mistake is the end of burying his life.

"Go"

Hongming shouted, and a whirlpool composed of completely fire aura swept in the direction of Zhao Haoran and Haiya, like a snowball. This powerful whirlpool continued to absorb the aura of heaven and earth in the process of marching, and it was like a layer of seven-color rainbow, which was very beautiful.

The surroundings were quiet, and there was no sound. Zhao Haoran frowned. Hongming's soul art was really too domineering, but in the face of the locking of consciousness, he could not avoid it.

"Sister Hai, retreat quickly."

Zhao Haoran stopped the whirlpool on the way and rushed straight up. Haiya hesitated for a moment. It was futile for her to go up. She just used the galactic hairpin to perform soul magic, hoping to weaken the power of the whirlpool a little.

"Fire Dragon Explosion"

With the same fire soul power, Zhao Haoran's fire dragon still seemed to be thinner. A big mouth formed in the center of the whirlpool, as if he wanted to swallow everything. Facing the whirlpool several feet in a circle, Zhao Haoran felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. The fire dragon explosion did not pose much threat at all and dissipated in the air. The fire aura added some power to the whirlpool.

"Use it quickly to determine the world." Hearing Gong Yangchen's shout, Zhao Haoran woke up. The strength of the other party is not terrible. The terrible thing is that he has conceded defeat before the competition. I'm afraid that he will always fall into that strange whirlpool in his life and will never get out again.

Zhao Haoran has always believed that the world is used to seal people, but he has never thought that the same is true for soul art. As long as the soul art is performed fast enough, he can absorb the other party's soul art into the space of the jade lion and slowly melt. There is such a strange soul method of burning fire. Zhao Haoran casts magic The speed is absolutely rare and fast.

Under Hongming's surprised look, the jade lion in Zhao Haoran's hand turned into a silver-haired beast. This is the effect caused by the use of the moon soul power. The whirlpool only struggled a few times and obediently entered the space of the jade lion. Zhao Haoran can see clearly that he is the absolute master in the space of the jade lion. Under one idea, the whirlpool turned into a scattered aura and disappeared everywhere.

"Good baby." Hongming's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect that these two disciples of Lanhai Sect had such a magical magic weapon.

Haiya's cultivation of the death of the Blue Sea is too famous. It is not surprising that such a strong man as Hongming can have this insight. Generally speaking, the souls who practice this soul method have a great relationship with the Blue Sea Sect, and it is absolutely impossible to safely give it to an unfamiliar disciple.

Among the existing water soul method, there are few heavenly levels. Among them, the most widely circulated is the blue sea silence of the Blue Sea Sect. Looking at Haiya's appearance, you can also guess that she must be a relative of a second-generation disciple in the general, otherwise it is unlikely to learn this magical soul method at a young age.

However, Hongming is not worried. Even if he kills the two people here and is known by Hai Fengtao, he does not have the courage to rush to find him. The well water between the two factions has never violated the river. If Hai Fengtao provoked the fight first, the strength accumulation of the Lishan faction over the past hundred years is not inferior. Color.

I think he must have no courage.

Zhao Haoran took a deep breath before relaxing his unstable breathing. If it hadn't been for the Jade Lion's power, his life might have been confessed by now.

Hongming took out a fiery red gourd, which was similar to the one hanging on San'er's waist just now, but the color was a little redder.

pointed the mouth of the gourd at Zhao Haoran, lifted the lid, and the fiery red ** with bubbles tilted out from inside, forming a winding ribbon, which continued to extend, and the distance of more than ten feet reached in an instant.

"earth escape"

Zhao Haoran lost to the ground with the soul power of the earth system.

A surprised look appeared on Hongming's face. There were too many surprises brought to him by this Lanhai sect disciple. First, he was a strange magic weapon, and now he can still use the earth-based soul art. I really don't know what he is.

The red ribbon only stopped for a moment, and soon determined Zhao Haoran's direction here. Hongming urged it with soul force, and the ribbon formed by ** plunged into the ground.

After all, the flexibility of underground people is greatly limited. They hide from east and west, and finally they are still entangled by ribbons. These fiery red ** are much tougher than the silk mesh that Zhao Haoran used before, and their soul power has no response.

Hongming smiled. After all, it was just a cultivation in early February. He was a master who was about to step into the Japanese soul, and dozens of Zhao Haoran could not be his opponents.

"Receive"

Hongming read the magic formula, and the red ribbon entangled Zhao Haoran and flew to the gourd very quickly.

In a hurry, Haiya threw out the galactic hairpin in her hand, a silver bright glow, which made Hongming's eyes blind for a moment.

However, this moment was enough to do a lot of things. The galactic hairpin cut on the fiery red ** and slowly formed a small gap. Zhao Haoran seized the opportunity and struggled to get rid of this strange ** entanglement.

Zhao Haoran did not retreat. Hongming's strength is too much stronger than the two of them. If he doesn't fight, there must be no chance.

There is an egg-sized purple demon fire in the palm of his hand. Hongming is not panicked, but a February soul man. He wants to fight hard, but he has to have a chance to fight hard.

"Ning"

Hongming's two hands hold the magic formula at the same time, have a thorough understanding of the aura of heaven and earth, and the speed of casting soul art is also extremely fast.

The wall of fire stood in front of Zhao Haoran's eyes, and there was nothing he could do if he wanted to rush. Zhao Haoran was a little frustrated and wanted to rely on the strong force of his body to fight with Hongming. Maybe there was still a little chance, but obviously Hongming didn't give him a little chance at all.

In desperation, Zhao Haoran could only control the purple fire with his divine consciousness, hoping to achieve some results.

Dilin looked curiously at the fierce purple demon fire and did not panic. It was a young beast. Its divine consciousness had not yet been fully enlightened, but it instinctively told it that it could become stronger by constantly devouring the fire aura, so he had been following Hongming. The breath on his body made Dilin very much.

Open your mouth and want to swallow the purple fire.

Hongming also doesn't care that Dilin is the body of the fire spirit, and most of the flames in the world will not cause damage to it, unless some fire Japanese souls have a unique extraterresperity fire that can be effective. Zhao Haoran is just a moon soul, and he does not put it in his heart.

Dilin felt a little uncomfortable after swallowing the purple demon fire. Although it is the body of the fire spirit, its internal organs cannot be compared with the body. The purple fire is not particularly fierce, but slowly swallowing its body in a strange way.

"Wow" Dilin moaned in pain, and eight hoofs could not support his body and fell to the ground.

"Di Lin, what's wrong?" Hongming jumped down nervously from Dilin's body and looked at it nervously. He began to cultivate Dilin from the time he was born and used countless elixirs. When his soul power was sufficient, he would wash the meridians for it. After decades of feelings, Hongming's care for it was meticulous.

There has never been a partner. Dilin is much more kissed than ordinary people's son. "Bastard, what did you eat for Dilin? Give me the antidote quickly, or I'll let you die."

It's not poison. What's the antidote? Zhao Haoran didn't expect that the purple demon fire would cause so much damage to Dilin. Looking at Hongming's angry look, Zhao Haoran's heart was extremely happy. He was just a beast. It was not so easy to want my life.

Looking at Zhao Haoran's unresponsiveness, Hongming turned around and kept injecting the soul power into Dilin's body, trying to prolong his life.