Chapter 153 The little beast is powerful

The rotten corpse old man is like an outsider, leisurely watching Zhao Haoran struggling in the infernal purgatory. His domain is not very strong, but it is by no means a three-month soul man who can fight against it.

Zhao Haoran is determined that he can't shake it in one word. He didn't expect to be forced to a desperate situation so quickly, which he didn't expect.

The rotten old man didn't play cards at all, which was beyond Zhao Haoran's imagination. It seemed that things were not as perfect as he thought.

"Purple Fire"

The soul power of the meridians immediately changed through the soul beads. Zhao Haoran couldn't be more familiar with this situation, but what was wrong with it?

The rotten corpse old man sneered. It seems that Zhao Haoran is exhausted. Li Tianzhen's fire is powerful. Even the divine corpse is a little unbearable, but it still can't help him break through. What can a weak purple fire do!

"broken

A shout full of soul power, the whole purgatory space trembled, and the purple light integrated into the corpses in an instant.

This group of dead bodies have no idea and only know how to eliminate all aliens, and Zhao Haoran is the aliens in their eyes, constantly pouring in from all directions.

The cold and silent purgatory space ignited purple flames, and the divine corpse stepped into it one after another, but never stood up again.

"Destroy my corpse, okay, okay," there was anger in the calm words of the rotten old man, "Zhao Haoran, just March has the strength to fight with me. No wonder my disciples and grandchildren were slaughtered by you."

The world has returned to Qingming, and everything bloody has disappeared.

"Look at your good cultivation, if you turn into my strength, it will definitely increase your strength." The rotting old man licked his lips, and his words and behavior filled the neighborhood with the smell of blood.

Zhao Haoran's scalp was numb. Although he thought he had some strength, he was still not sure in the face of such a powerful old monster and suppressed the fear in his heart.

The rotten old man's body shook and his posture was extremely strange. Zhao Haoran tried to avoid it far away. The light on the white cocoon became better. Maybe the little beast should break the cocoon and be reborn, and he didn't know what it would look like.

"The Ancient Devil's Body"

Zhao Haoran called out in surprise. There are some memories of the ancient demon corpse in Dayan Zhenjun's experience. Although his power has not been carefully described, it can be guessed from the words praised by Dayan Zhenjun that this soul art is absolutely comparable to human.

"You have some insight. Come and get close to me." After turning into a demon corpse, the cracked big mouth spoke vaguely, and the horrible breath all over the body made the beasts of the whole Broken Soul Mountain tremble.

Has not yet been cultivated into a complete body. Zhao Haoran's heart is slightly relaxed. After the ancient demon corpse was cultivated to the highest level, its breath was restrained, and its appearance was more terrible. What he exhaled between his breaths was corpse gas, which was more powerful than any toxin in the world. It directly hurt people's martial souls, and it was difficult to get rid of after attaching it.

A hole more than ten feet in size appeared when he raised his feet. The body of the ancient demon corpse was completely disproportionate. The two arms were extremely small, but the legs and feet were extremely large.

Surrounded by thick blood, Zhao Haoran raised his hand to form a round colorful protection.

The soul power of the whole series makes up for each other, and the defense ability is not comparable to any single soul skill, but the breath brought by the ancient demon corpse itself is not as easy to deal with as the soul power.

Sticking to the colorful aperture, Zhao Haoran was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. It turned out that the strongest rotten old man was not his domain at all. This ancient demon corpse was not worse than any domain. This corpse alone was not so easy to deal with.

"Hahaha, if you destroy the old man's corpse, you will also suffer a little. It's not so easy to die happily."

The blood gas broke through the gap and came in. Zhao Haoran found that his whole body had turned blood red, and the sticky energy seemed to want to devour his body.

Even after the quenching of Li Tianhuo, Zhao Haoran can still feel the sharp pain. I don't know how many people's bloodiness is condensed by the essence after death.

"Get out of here."

Zhao Haoran's body trembled, and his soul power rushed out of his body. Bloody seemed to have met natural enemies and retreated one after another.

The breath of innocence and fire! Is it possible that you are a fire spirit? The rotten old man was puzzled.

The rotten old man grabbed his hands in the void, and Zhao Haoran was fixed in place and could not move.

The gap in strength is too big. It turns out that the rotten old man has been teasing him. Zhao Haoran is quite helpless. It seems that he is going to kill him this time.

is still bloody, but this time Zhao Haoran is unable to resist.

As soon as he breathed, Zhao Haoran looked at the white cocoon with soft eyes. Unexpectedly, he could not escape the pursuit of the rotten old man, but he did not regret that the little beast was his relative, and obviously the little beast also regarded Zhao Haoran as his only relative to protect it, even if he died.

The familiar cry of "Wow" was a little urgent and angry.

Zhao Haoran's eyes lit up, and the little guy finally completed his transformation.

The white light ball flashed in front of Zhao Haoran, and this strange attack method warmed Zhao Haoran's heart.

The blood was pushed to the bushes on one side, and the big tree immediately dried up, and the ground was black, as if it had passed a fire.

"Aw"

Zhao Haoran only felt that his body was relaxed and appeared in front of the little beast in an instant.

Its appearance has not changed much, and it is still the same size. The eyes staring at the rotten old man showed a breath of anger.

The cry is still immature, but a little more majestic.

The rotting old man was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that there was such a spirit beast in the white cocoon. He thought it would be a powerful magic weapon, but it was really surprising.

"Aw"

The white photosphere instantly appeared in front of the rotten old man. He was still meditating and never thought that he would encounter a sudden attack.

Compared with the past, the light ball was a little bigger. The breath revealed on it told Zhao Haoran that the combat effectiveness of the little beast was much stronger than before. Sure enough, the light ball hit his leg, and a few inches of crack appeared, and the thick black and smelly blood flowed out.

"You two are a perfect match, one is weirder than the other, just to enhance my cultivation." The rotten old man is very happy. This is really an unexpected harvest. The powerful spirit beast is also his favorite target, and it doesn't necessarily have to be a soul.

seemed to be a little scared. The little beast jumped into Zhao Haoran's shoulder and just shouted a few demonstrations.

The little beast can actually help others teleport. What a powerful power it is. It seems that its power has also been used, otherwise it will continue to attack the rotten old man according to its temper.

The Broken Soul Hall is not far from here, only a dozen feet away, but Zhao Haoran knows that it is difficult to move in front of the rotten old man. If there is no extraordinary means, it is a dream to escape from here.

"After playing with you for so long, I should have died without regret."

The right arm of the rotting old man slowly extended and became the meat hook of the day. Zhao Haoran's face suddenly changed. I'm afraid that as long as he touches himself, there is no possibility of escape.

I can't wait any longer. Now that the little beast has transformed safely, it's time to think about how to escape.

Zhou Da practiced in the Broken Soul Hall, and there is no danger for the time being. The soul stone left is enough for him to practice for decades.

Zhao Haoran made up his mind.

"Fire Dragon Binding"

The peak strength of March broke out, and there was a turbulence in the whole Broken Soul Mountain. The disciples guarded by the Hehuan Sect outside the mountain did not know the changes of the Hehuan Sect. They still stayed outside the Broken Soul Mountain. The aura outside the mountain was crazy. Many souls who were practicing were unlucky. They went crazy and lost their lives. The aura riot is simply a disaster.

The rotten old man's face is not good-looking. He understands Zhao Haoran's idea that even if he dies, he will have to pull his back. Due to the strange restrictions of Broken Soul Mountain, the more serious the aura riot caused by stronger the strength will be. For example, the crazyness of the peak soul in March is still unprecedented, and few people will be forced to death in Broken Soul Mountain. chu.

"Meat hook"

Zhao Haoran's face remained unchanged and pinched the magic formula. Countless fiery red apertures flew in the air, which was very beautiful, but no one had the intention to watch it at this time.

Thousands of apertures dragged down the forward speed of the meat hook. The distance of less than ten feet is like a mud, and it is difficult to come out after sinking in.

"Good boy, you are cruel enough."

The rotten corpse old man gritted his teeth, and the rage of aura had made him a little unsisturb. The sudden space cracks around him could only be carefully avoided. If he really entered the extraterritorial turbulence, he was not sure.

Space cracks!

Zhao Haoran's eyes flashed and jumped in with the little beast in his arms. The rotten old man was stunned and did not recover for a long time.

The soul method he practiced was special, and his thinking problems were very different from ordinary people's, but today he met Zhao Haoran. He was willing to bow down and knew that he could not escape and decisively jumped into the crack in space, so he had to admire him from the bottom of his heart.

It's more anger. After a lot of effort, I didn't get anything and was injured. Here is the whirlpool of the Reiki riot. This aura doesn't know anyone. No matter who is, he will be attacked indiscriminately. I think Zhao Haoran's injury must be heavier. No matter what means he has, there is no turbulence outside the region. The possibility of survival.

The rotten corpse old man could only admit his bad luck and regained his ordinary appearance. His soul power was greatly damaged and his face was very ugly. The aura riot continued and he did not dare to move. For fear of any mistakes, the rotten corpse had to meditate in place.

"Is that it?" Mohr looked at Sima Feng suspiciously, and the sudden aura riot was really surprising.

"Yes, I guess it may be that the rotten old man wanted to kill Zhao Haoran, so he resisted with all his strength that caused the scene just now."

Moore snorted and stood in the distance waiting for the aura to calm down. It was too risky to enter the Broken Soul Mountain again. Even if his cultivation was profound, he was not 100% sure.

Not far away, a man with three long swords on his back stood quietly, as if what had happened around him had nothing to do with him.