Chapter 214 Thunder

Zhao Haoran couldn't help retreating about a hundred feet again, not for fear of the devouring of blood clading fruit, but thinking about preserving soul power. After the end of this storm, there will definitely be a bigger battle between dragons and tigers.

Inadvertently found that there was a head looking about dozens of feet away from him. Zhao Haoran felt a little familiar, but for a while, he couldn't figure out where he had seen him.

"Drink!"

The roar was earth-shaking and broke away from the shackles of the blood condensation fruit. The cliff on the side of the Wind and Moon Valley completely collapsed, and the gravel rolled down. The big mouth on the blood fruit did not refuse. Even the gravel was completely swallowed. Zhao Haoran snorted coldly. These three-day souls still seemed to know some of the mysteries.

Zhao Haoran consciously relies on his strength to easily break the prohibition formed by blood clots, not to mention these unpredictable three-day souls.

The maturity of the blood clotting fruit is doomed to be sacrificed, and those souls under the three-day cultivation have all become sacrifices. The eight of them did not stop them, but played a role in adding fuel to the flames. The weak and strong are understandable.

The eight three-day souls used their own means. The original canyon completely became a plain, and the blood cling fruit seemed to have swallowed enough soul power. The huge mouth above the head slowly landed and finally disappeared.

This is just the beginning. Zhao Haoran hesitated for a moment and decided to take a look at the situation. There are also many souls who have this idea, and there are hundreds of shadows of dozens of people.

All souls are looking forward to improving their strength, and the blood coagulation fruit can be said to be a shortcut. No one can not be crazy about it. These peripheral souls either come late or have good luck. Anyway, they have escaped a disaster and their cultivation is mediocre. There is nothing worth paying attention to, but Zhao Haoran is still careful. After exploring, I was careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years.

"Guys, one last time, this blood clading fruit is still specially cultivated by the Lord of the Fengyue Hall. It is not a masterless thing. If he does not leave, he will be the enemy of my Fengyue Hall. At that time, even if he gets the blood clading fruit, he will have a life to enjoy it?" Thor's expression was calm, as if everything was under control.

Zhao Haoran saw that the expressions of the eight people had changed slightly, and the power of the Lord of Fengyue Hall was obviously well known to everyone.

"I can't see it. The temple owner of Fengyue Hall should be practicing in isolation, otherwise you don't have to come to bully me. Please come out of the temple. We will immediately retreat and stay soon."

"The fat master said it, please come out of the temple. In your own words, how can you prove that this blood coagulation fruit is a master." Bibo Fairy's voice is very soft, but with an irresistible majesty.

Zhao Haoran took a closer look. These three-day souls are indeed old and slippery. If the lord of Fengyue Hall really comes forward, there is no need to prove it. I'm afraid that what they are thinking about at this moment is how to escape. They are sure that no temple owners will appear, so they are so bold.

The fat venerable man was one of the people found by Zhao Haoran when he explored. He was strong and his strength was even more unpredictable. There was a smile on his face while talking, and it never dissipated, so that people could not see his inner thoughts.

"Well, that's all. Think about it yourself." Thor opened his eyes angrily, but unfortunately no one was afraid of him.

While talking, the green grass changed. The scarlet eyes closed tightly and penetrated into the ground, but in a moment, it appeared again, but it completely turned into another look.

A red fruit less than the size of a glass bead appeared in front of everyone. This is the blood clading fruit!

The fat venerable man wore a loose robe and waved it gently. A hurricane appeared in his sleeve, which flashed near the blood clotting fruit. He rolled up in an instant and waited to fly away.

There is only one blood clotting fruit, but the number of people who want to get it far exceeds this number.

"The fat venerable is a little too anxious." Bibo Fairy giggled, and a blue ribbon appeared in her hand, which was completely condensed by soul power, much harder than the magic weapon.

The hurricane was entangled by the ribbon, and the Bibo Fairy's cultivation was even better. The direction of the blood clotting fruit flight immediately changed, but it was very slow. The competition between the two was very anxious. Zhao Haoran did not move, and the rest of the souls were calm.

The buried wilderness is full of aura, and there are certainly not a few spirits of heaven and earth that appear. If you see more, you will naturally grow your mind.

The scene in front of us seems to be lively, but these three-day souls did not do their best. After all, there are eight people, and everyone needs to be prepared. Inadvertently, what is lost is not just the blood clotting fruit.

"The blood fruit is still a spiritual thing. Why don't you sit down and discuss it? Maybe it can find the most suitable owner by itself." He is talking about the three-day soul man he met when he first came. In Zhao Haoran's view, he should be the weakest of the eight people.

No one answered, but several completely different breaths appeared again to join the battle for blood clots.

Only the three Thors and the well-sed thin man did not move, as if they were closing their eyes to refresh their minds.

Blood clots fly around in mid-air, but no one can grasp the absolute advantage, but the trend is probably between the fat venerable and the Bibo fairy, and the strength of the rest of the Japanese soul is still slightly worse, and the situation is in a stalemate.

Zhao Haoran feels a little funny. There is no difference between these Japanese soul people and the children in those mountain villages when they grab things. After patiently observe, they are all old monsters that have been cultivated for thousands of years. No one is worse than patience, but it is not a happy thing to continue to consume soul power.

Thor's look is a little elusive and his attitude is quite tough, but there is still no action at this moment, which is one of the reasons why the blood clots have been hanging in mid-air.

The blood clotting fruit is surrounded by the aura of heaven and earth, and it is getting thicker and thicker, turning into a round ball of more than ten feet, and it is constantly growing.

"Thin man, take action quickly and take something and leave quickly. If it goes on like this, it will be troublesome to disturb the owner of Fengyue Hall." The fat man shouted out with a smile, as if he was afraid that others would not know.

"Slim vener, help me get the blood coagulation fruit. The little woman can refine the elixir, which is divided into two parts. The power of the medicine is no worse than the blood coagulation fruit." Bibo Fairy's tone showed a trace of anxiety.

The thin venerable's face was covered with wrinkles and looked extremely old. Zhao Haoran thought that he should be with the fat venerable.

"Hasn't you forgotten my Temple of Thunder?" Thor was a little helpless. The task given to him by the Lord didn't expect to cause so much trouble. Although this blood cling fruit is good, it can't play much effect on the three-day soul. I really don't know why they are so crazy to grab it.

Zhao Haoran probably understood a little from the bottom of his heart that the soul is also a human, with family, friends and even offspring. This blood clotting fruit is extremely effective and extremely rare. If you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid it will be difficult to encounter it in the future.

However, the effect of this blood fruit is unpredictable. Hundreds of Japanese souls and countless moon souls, among which the condensed soul power is amazing. As long as you are not a fool, you can see that it is simply an aura bank. In case of injury and swallowing, I'm afraid that most of the wound will be better than any elixir.

A purple shining hammer is held in his hand, only a foot long, but the power contained in it is really amazing.

The power of Thor is only heard. No one knows how he fought and what kind of magic weapon he has, because most of his enemies have lost their souls, and the rest are like homeless dogs. The power of the Wind and Moon Hall is not strong outside the buried wilderness, but it can send Japanese souls to chase and kill at any time. Only with the Temple of Thunder can you be so heroic.

"No one wants to leave. My Fengyue Hall prohibits outsiders from stepping on it. This rule can't be bad."

The purple hammer moves with the palm of Thor, and the surging breath can be clearly felt even by soul people hundreds of feet away. Such powerful magic weapons are too rare.

The thin man read words in his mouth, and his voice seemed to come from endless distance. The ball in the middle of the sky began to move in the direction of the Bibo Fairy. It seemed that he had the intention to form an alliance with the Bibo Fairy.

Thor pinched the formula, and the purple hammer instantly turned into a hundred feet long. The runes depicted on it were clearly visible, and the thin lightning flashed, which made people's scalp numb.

"Die all!"

The purple hammer smashed down, and the surrounding space was blocked. It was simply a delusion to teleport. Even if you wanted to move your fingers, it became extremely difficult. The sky lit up a series of electric lights, all of which were adsorbed on the purple hammer, adding some power.

Zhao Haoran couldn't take his eyes off this scene. Thor's cultivation is not top, but this purple hammer magic weapon is really coveted. If there is a chance, he will definitely get it.

"Is it possible that Thor wants to fight against eight!" The fat man smiled, but his eyes showed a fierce light. One hand still continued to compete for the blood clotting fruit, while the other hand drew a rune in mid-air and floated up.

The Art of Magic!

Zhao Haoran is the first time to observe the Japanese soul so leisurely to perform magical skills, which has a unique taste.

A drop of dark blue water droplets appeared outside the body of Bibo Fairy, and the air seemed to become moist, but the strange thing was that it was not affected by thunder at all, as if they were all isolated to another place.

And the thin man is still silently reciting the magic formula, and the aura seems to tremble regularly with his words. The rest of the souls are not as good as the three people. They use the same means just to stop the huge purple hammer falling from the sky.