Chapter 152 Desperate

Turning around, what appeared in front of Sima Feng was a childish face. If it hadn't been for the strong breath on his body, Sima Feng would not have been sure that this ten-year-old man was a powerful two-day soul.

"Why, are you surprised by my appearance?" Mohr's face was cold, and Sima Feng could feel the rapid rolling of the soul power of the wind beside him. If he didn't answer properly, I'm afraid he would be torn directly.

"The senior misunderstood that the soul ring is in the hands of a Lanhai sect disciple named Zhao Haoran." Sima Feng knew that most of these strong people were eccentric people and quickly changed the topic.

"Blue Sea Sect?" Moore frowned, and the way a ten-year-old child frowned was really awkward.

Sima Feng smiled and said, "Zhao Haoran is just an abandoned disciple of Lanhaizong. He seems to be a spy of the dark soul. Only I know the news that he has a soul ring on him. Please come forward."

Moore snorted coldly, "Say, what do you want? It's not just to report the news."

Sima Feng knew in his heart that Moore had believed what he said. "I just want you to take me with you. What you can get depends on your luck."

"Where is this person now? What is his cultivation? If it is really a relic of an empty door, I will respond to your request. I haven't been out for hundreds of years. I don't know if those old guys are alive."

Sima Feng lowered his eyebrows and looked good. I don't know how many years he has lived. His cultivation is even more unfathomable. I'm afraid it is equivalent to the core strength of the seven sects. "I've been following him. Zhao Haoran is now breaking the soul mountain. It seems that he has a little conflicted with the rotten old man of the Hehuan Sect. He only has three months of cultivation, but The soul art of cultivation is extremely strange. Soul people of the same level are not opponents at all, but they have been cultivated from an ordinary person to the realm of March for decades.

"So fast?" Moore thought, "I'm quite curious. Let's go. What is the rotten old man? Even if his master sees me, he will be respected as a senior."

"Yes, yes, the senior is highly cultivated, and naturally he is not a rotten old man." Sima Feng flattered a flatter, which made Moore very useful.

"Let's go." Moore deliberately showed his hand, waved his sleeves, and the two appeared at the bottom of the valley of the wind valley.

Sima Feng praised, but he was a little disdainful. No matter how strong you are, you have been fooled by me to applaud. Isn't the rotten corpse old man a good match? I'm afraid his cultivation is no worse than this Moore.

The white cocoon is getting brighter and brighter. Zhao Haoran sits cross-legged on the ground and can see every move clearly. The worries in his heart are getting stronger with the passage of time. Although it has been calm these days, the biggest enemy has not yet arrived.

Major finally woke up. This is the only good news. Zhao Haoran gave him a lot of soul stones and let him practice at ease in the Broken Soul Hall. He only hoped that the rotten old man would come later. If the little beast could transform as soon as possible and hide in the hall, there might be a great chance. After all, Zhao Haoran's defense ability of the Broken Soul Hall is with his own eyes. I have seen it.

Even if it can't completely stop the footsteps of the rotten old man, it's good to delay for a while. Now Zhao Haoran can only squat outside the hall because of the little beast.

Zhao Haoran has strong recovery ability, but the injury is too serious. Two serious wounds require long-term rest, both physically and divine consciousness. Now he has only recovered three or 40%, and it is far from enough to fight against the rotten old man.

Looking at the white cocoon, Zhao Haoran smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth. I didn't know what the little guy was like now. After such a long time, he was quite leisurely, but he suffered himself.

Tu Jiang's ghost can't be released again in a short period of time. Several holes on his body are slowly healing, but the first Japanese soul soul, the ghost soul of Tenglong, seems to be a hundred times more energetic, even a little stronger than when it was just sacrificed. It is also the ghost of the Japanese soul. Why does it cause this difference?

"Here it comes." Zhao Haoran's eyes flashed, and the smell of the rotten old man was strong, and he did not hide it. It seemed that he had found Zhao Haoran's place.

Sure enough, the rotten old man was secretly happy. Zhao Haoran's speed was extremely fast. If he escaped, it would be very difficult to kill him. He was already so close. He must have found himself. Since he is still in place, the white cocoon is likely to be a powerful magic weapon, but he has to live to enjoy it.

Zhao Haoran sat cross-legged in the distance, and what should be avoided. It's better to think about how to fight against the rotten old man.

There are no unsolved problems in the world. There is a big gap in their cultivation, but most Japanese soul people have their own arrogance.

Whether it is the Jiaye you met before or the Tenglong you killed, you have never seen the use of the domain. In the general idea, there may be a glimmer of life, but it cannot be completely dependent on luck, and the power of the purple demon fire cannot be underestimated.

"Hahaha, boy, you are so good that you actually destroyed more than 20 moon souls of Hehuan Sect."

Zhao Haoran snorted coldly and did not answer. The colorful aperture protected his whole body. The world of the soul is respected by power. No matter how much he said, it has no practical effect.

What the powerful soul man says is the truth, and even the secular emperor can't do it for you.

The thick blood made Zhao Haoran frown. I don't know how many people the rotten old man killed, and he could feel the blood on his body a hundred feet away.

Compared with Lian Zhu's murderous spirit, the blood on the rotten old man seems to be more terrible.

"Ky, take your life."

A group of fishy things were thrown over, and there were waves of ripples on the colorful aperture, and the three smelly things disappeared.

"Oh." The rotten old man stepped in front of Zhao Haoran. "There are still some means. This colorful defense is still condensed by the soul power of the whole department. What magic weapon is it? Take it out and show it to me."

"If you want to take it, come and get it yourself." Zhao Haoran replied coldly.

The rotten old man laughed and said, "Good boy, you have backbone. If you hadn't thrown yourself into the door of Lanhai Sect and become an abandoned disciple, I would have accepted you as an apprentice."

"Thank you for your praise." Zhao Haoran's response is neither humble nor arrogant.

The rotten old man was not in a hurry to do it, and Zhao Haoran naturally would not take the initiative to attack. It was his ultimate goal to delay the rotten old man's footsteps.

looked at it for a long time, "What is this white cocoon? My consciousness has been bounced out. Is it a space crack? How can I feel the change of space?

Zhao Haoran's facial expression set off waves in his heart. The rotten old man can actually approach the little beast with divine knowledge. The subtle changes are really hard to say.

If he wants to attack forcibly, Zhao Haoran is not sure to stop him.

"I like that thing. Get out of here."

The rotten old man cracked his mouth, revealing his white teeth, and the characters that jumped out turned into a huge impact, and Zhao Haoran's body went backwards.

The strength of the Japanese soul is really too strong, just like infants and adults, which are not comparable at all.

raised his hand and waved a blood-red light flashed by.

"Fire Dragon Binding"

Zhao Haoran shouted, and dozens of red apertures covered the blood-colored light.

But the blood light is like a cunning water snake, and its body shakes through the defense circle laid by Zhao Haoran.

His teeth clucked, and Zhao Haoran was unable to stop the attack of the rotten old man. He could only watch the blood light go straight to the white cocoon.

The breath on his body suddenly broke out, and there was a violent shaking nearby.

The rotten old man's face changed and retreated dozens of feet. "Kid, you are tired of living, causing aura turbulence and no one can run away."

Zhao Haoran sneered and said, "It turns out that you are also afraid sometimes."

A layer of light flashed outside the white cocoon, hitting the light of blood, and the two dissipated in the air at the same time.

Zhao Haoran breathed a sigh of relief. He had long guessed that the white cocoon of the little beast may have a strong defensive effect, and it is unlikely that no one will be responsible for guarding it when the general spirit beasts transform. Years of evolution have made most spirit beasts have unique registration skills.

But Zhao Haoran does not dare to gamble, which is related to the life of the beast and must not be careless.

The rotten old man smiled, and obviously he also guessed the result. "Since there is this protection, I will solve you, a troubled boy first."

"Infernal Purgatory"

When the formula was pinched, Zhao Haoran found that his feet were full of dead bodies. Compared with the dungeon of Hehuanzong, this place was more terrible. It seemed that this was the domain of the rotten corpse old man, and it was also in line with his breath.

"Rebirth"

I don't know where the cold voice came from, and there was a rattling sound. All the bodies in front of them slowly stood up, and some of them didn't even have hands or feet. They crawled directly towards Zhao Haoran, as if they had become a cemetery.

With a fireball, the body that had just climbed up fell down again.

Zhao Haoran was stunned for a moment. What kind of role can such a weak dead body play? No matter how much it is, it is just a target.

As soon as I finished thinking about it, I saw the dead body still lying on the ground getting up again.

Tens of thousands of dead bodies are spectacular, but Zhao Haoran can fall down with a fireball, and then stand up again, endless.

The domain of the Japanese soul cannot be thought with common sense. Zhao Haoran changed his face and could not absorb aura here at all. If it hadn't been for the support of the thousand-year soul power of Dayan Zhenjun, he would have fallen down by this time.

When the soul power is also exhausted, it is no wonder that the rotten corpse old man is not anxious and can't break his domain. No matter how strong his cultivation is, he will be trapped alive.

"Van God Fire"

After pinching the magic formula, Zhao Haoran found that his consciousness could not communicate with the outside world at all. Is it true that he was in a desperate situation?

By the way, there is also Li Tiananhuo. Although it is refined by the body, it still has some power of Li Tianenhuo. When you raise your hand, there is a sea of fire. The dead body lies in it and falls in an instant, but immediately stands up and then falls down again.

"Hahaha, don't struggle. My corpses are all sacrificed corpses. No matter how strong you are, you will be consumed alive."