Chapter 297 Who Dare to Fight 7

After searching for the divine consciousness of the sea and riding the wind, Zhao Haoran's face changed. He is not dead yet. At this moment, there is only a small part of the divine consciousness left, and most of them have escaped. It seems that the strong man who is one of Huayuan is not so easy to kill.

However, there is no way to take away the storage ring. The water-shaped magic weapon is among it. The heavenly magic weapon, this breath can never be wrong. In addition, there is another thing that aroused Zhao Haoran's interest. A dark mass, like a solid, is constantly flowing, which contains not aura, but The power of magic power.

Zhao Haoran put it away for the time being. At present, the most important thing is to wake up Haiya.

There are a lot of jade slips in Hai Chengfeng's storage ring, which should be the experience of daily cultivation. Zhao Haoran just glanced a little and found what he wanted.

This seal is called the magic spell. I don't know where it came from. It is extremely domineering. It is easy for the three souls and seven souls to be firmly locked together. No matter how strong the cultivation is, there is no way to untie it. The only result of forcibly untie it is the destruction of people.

"How could this happen?" Zhao Haoran did not expect this result. According to the record of this spell, once the seal is forcibly lifted, although the three souls and seven souls will not dissipate, they have been integrated into the seal and cannot escape.

The opportunity slowly dissipated with the passage of time, and finally died completely. Zhao Haoran's fingers trembled slightly. What was said above should be true, because Haiya's vitality subsided was seen with his own eyes and borrowed the vitality of the disaster and forcibly poured into Haiya's body, so that she could continue to support it.

He clenched his fist hard, and the space turned into fragments in Zhao Haoran's hand and floated down. He hated why he was so impulsive, but the situation at that time could not be thought about.

If the seal is not lifted, Haiya's three souls and seven souls will be swallowed up by the seal, because her self-consciousness has woken up and wants to break through the sealing spell.

The spell is too vicious to allow the person to get out of trouble.

Suddenly, they looked up and saw that there were only six people left in the three-day soul led by Hai Fengtao. The eyes of Zhao Haoran were full of fear. The high sea wind died at Zhao Haoran's hands. They were worried, but they did not dare to escape.

The murderous intention suddenly appeared, and the current situation of Haiya is that these people have an inescapable way.

Zhao Haoran's hands condensed, "Exit!"

All kinds of negative emotions surged up, and the moment of separation from life and death surged into my heart. This has become a dead place. Whether it is a beast or a soul, most of them have become a wisp of resentment, and even the soul can't survive.

This resentment has become the best basis for the word destruction. Love and separation, can't ask for it, resentment, and all kinds of pains turn into invisible breaths and fly around.

The radius turned into a purgatory, and the sinking resentment suddenly gathered and dispersed, just to destroy all visible living things.

Three of them were not strong enough to even have time to respond. Their bodies burst, and the ghosts that had just escaped were swallowed up by the resentment.

The ghost is more** than the flesh, and the resentment is entangled, tearing the ghost inch by inch. The screams of pain are endless. Zhao Haoran has no sympathy. These people deserve it. All of them stay in this purgatory.

"Fight, you can't just die here." A white-haired old man drank a lot. He had seen Zhao Haoran's murder and there was no possibility of letting them go.

Zhaoran sneered, moved his right hand, directly cut through the space, and appeared directly in front of the white-haired old man. He gently pinched it, and even the ghosts disappeared without leaving a trace.

And the other person was so scared that his liver and gallbladder were cracked, and his body was occupied by resentment. He rolled in pain. It seemed that he could not survive. Only Haifengtao was left to support him bitterly!

All the three-day strong men who appeared at the wedding banquet of Haiya and Zhang Fengnian died.

"Wait a minute, Haoran, let him go."

A blue ribbon stood in front of Zhao Haoran, but with his strength, the ribbon would collapse in an instant, but he did not do so.

Yuyue has not changed much from hundreds of years ago, but her face is much haggard. Being able to survive in such an environment is more or less related to Zhao Haoran's intentional attention, otherwise the appetite of the golden corpse alone can directly devour Yuyue.

Haiya's mother, Zhao Haoran is still quite respectful from the bottom of her heart, but after knowing the practice of Haifeng, her previous ideas have been completely overturned. Naturally, there is no good look. "Please spare your life. Go, Hai Fengtao, you must die today!"

Yuyue looked dark and sighed, "I know how much you hate him, but after all, he is Yaer's father."

Zhao Haoran was stunned, turned around and waved his hand, "Let's all go. Don't let me see you again."

Yuyue nodded slightly, dragged the seriously injured sea breeze, and hurried away, leaving only the bright golden light in the corner. All the resentment was blocked, and there was no way to penetrate.

"I didn't expect that you grew up so quickly. It seems that I still underestimate you." Fan Tian's smile is very sincere, without any hypocrisy. It is much better than Galo's cultivation. What the two should practice is the same soul skill. They will not be angry easily, have a peaceful mind, and have no feelings at all. Zhao Haoran can roughly see it.

"Can the Vatican Patriarch give advice?" Zhao Haoran didn't want to pay attention to him, but he also knew that Brahma had been staying here, and he certainly didn't just want to praise him.

Brahma put his hands together, "Amitabha, I, Brahma has always taken it as my responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the way. You, a dark soul sage, have slaughtered so many souls today. I can't ignore it."

Zhao Haoran looked gloomy. He didn't know what was about the magic of the empty door treasure, which made the Brahish suzerain do not hesitate to embarras him many times. He was afraid that no one could deceive him. If it was really the exorcist, there was no need to delay it until now.

"I'm curious about the magic of the treasure in the empty door. I'm not interested in it, but I won't give it to you at this time."

"It's not up to you!" Brahma raised the corners of his mouth and said, "The right arm of ancient gods and demons, you are easy to make, but you are still not my opponent."

Zhao Haoran's pupils shrank slightly. This Brahma is only the peak of three days of cultivation. I really don't understand where his confidence comes from. Is it the Galo beside him?

"Zhao Haoran, the battle between you and me is far from over. Sooner or later, I will defeat you." Jialuo looked solemn. Naturally, he could see that Zhao Haoran's cultivation far exceeded him, but he did not give up. His nature was like this. Once he identified a goal, he would never give up, which was a little similar to Zhao Haoran.

If you are not a sworn enemy, you may be able to make good friends.

As soon as Brahma stepped into the void, the distance between him and Zhao Haoran was half closer.

Suddenly, the bracelet on his arm emitted a light, making Brahma's face white and his body repelled. It seemed that there was something extremely terrible in the light, but it only disappeared after a few breaths.

Zhao Haoran's eyes widened, "It's you!"

"It's me." Brahma's voice trembled a little, but he forcibly calmed down.

This bracelet was given to Zhao Haoran by Dayan Zhenjun. Just to recognize the enemy who had killed him, Zhao Haoran never thought that it would be Brahma.

Shouldn't he be called Lunfa? How could he become Brahma, the suzerain of Brahma? This matter is too strange.

"No wonder, no wonder you are his descendant. It's a pity."

Zhaoran doesn't talk nonsense. Brahma is too mysterious. So far, Zhao Haoran can't guess what kind of soul art he is practicing. Just in case, he is a semi-divine power.

With his thunder and lightning body, the speed of Reiki absorption is amazing, but in a few hours, it has recovered 40% or 50%. You know, on the ordinary three-day soul, the power in the body is exhausted, and it will take at least several years to fully recover.

This has something to do with Zhao Haoran's impure magical power. Even so, few people can compare with this terrible speed.

However, he saw that Brahma incarnated tens of millions and fled in different directions. No matter how strong Zhao Haoran's consciousness was, he could not find the real Brahma in an instant.

The countless virtual shadows were annihilated in an instant. Zhao Haoran frowned and let him dodge, but with his three days of cultivation, he was not Zhao Haoran's current opponent at all.

Brahma appeared again and was a little embarrassed, not with a stronger smile. "It seems that Dayan Zhenjun is really dead, otherwise he will not have handed over this bracelet to you. In the future, the whole soul martial arts continent will be the world of my turn."

"Fire"

As soon as the fire dragon appeared, countless flames fell from the sky. Those resentments naturally retreated, and the huge body swept away. Zhao Haoran's consciousness was firmly locked, and he didn't know what Brahma would do.

"Amitabha!" This is the Buddha name of Brahma, but it is read from the mouth of Brahma, which gives people a completely different feeling and is full of evil breath.

"Master..." Galo seemed to want to say something, but the next moment, the corners of his mouth curved in the same arc as Brahma, and their smiles were surprisingly similar.

What kind of soul art is this? Zhao Haoran frowned slightly and had never seen such a strange phenomenon.

"Amitabha!" Galo pronounced the same Buddha name in his mouth. The faster he read it, the faster he read it. His face slowly became similar to Brahma, as if he was resisting violently, and his smile loomed.

The fire dragon seemed to sense the danger, and the fireballs in his mouth spit out repeatedly, but they didn't even touch the corners of Brahma's clothes.

The positions of Brahma and Galo seem to be opposite each other. The original Brahma has become the appearance of Galo, but Zhao Haoran knows that the two have never moved.

The breath becomes chaotic, and it seems that something needs to come out of the body.