Chapter 305 Killing Feast

The gate of the city slowly closed, and I don't know where the faint voice came from, "There is no race to send messengers, extermination."

Everyone felt a cold chill at the same time. It seems that the speaker should be the strongest person in the southern sea, who often destroys the clan. No wonder the white crocodiles come to participate in the comparison. The comparison of all ethnic groups in the southern sea depends on their strength.

I don't know when ten golden arrows floated out of the sky, and the whole city became a sealed environment. Zhao Haoran frowned. These souls who came to participate in the test seemed to be free-range animals, and their lives were worthless at all.

"Those who get the arrow can enter the demon temple." Only these two sentences, and no third sentence came out.

Zhao Haoran could vaguely feel that a pair of eyes were looking at all the demons unscrupulously, and he did not miss any of them.

Tens of thousands of souls, what a terrible force. The city is silent. Ten golden arrows spin and fall slowly, affecting everyone's hearts.

Ten thousand, that is to say, the vast majority of demons will die here. No matter who they are, they are unwilling to die easily.

Every demon monk was alert. The golden arrow seemed to be joking with everyone, and the speed of decline was getting slower and slower. Zhao Haoran could hear a heavy gasp. The big man with a beard covering his face rubbed his feet hard, but no one paid attention to the smoky question.

A figure suddenly flew away, and countless soul magic power suddenly smashed away. There was not even a chance to scream, and it turned into ashes.

The horror of tens of thousands of demon cultivation is unimaginable. What about the three-day soul, but it just disappears in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. It was better not to take risks at such a dangerous moment. The head of the soul man who had the same intention was poured with a basin of cold water. He woke up and could only look at the golden arrow eagerly.

When it was more than ten feet away from the ground, someone finally acted again. It was a demon cultivation in the middle of three days, but his arm was so terrible that he pulled away one of the golden arrows. At the same time, countless figures flew up at the same time, most of which were demon cultivation in three days, and they were self-deep.

The bearded man finally stopped touching his feet, laughed, and his body rose in the wind and turned into a golden-winged roc, suppressing the light of the golden arrow.

With a flap of wings, the dust flew all over the sky, and the few remaining buildings in the city were dispersed in an instant.

One more roll, two golden arrows were forcibly robbed, which was unmatched by others.

Even Zhao Haoran is a little more impressed. The body of the bearded man should be the golden-winged roc. Compared with the human body, the golden-winged roc itself is extremely terrible.

Golden-winged Dapeng is born with wisdom and can practice. It can be said to be a talented race, and its body is hard. Its wings are the strongest weapon, and it is difficult to meet its opponents.

I didn't expect that this golden-winged roc also belongs to a race in the southern sea. No wonder no one provoked it.

At the same time, the whole city became murderous.

Maybe some demons want to hide their strength, but there is no such opportunity at all.

Many one-day soul people spontaneously formed teams, just to get a glimmer of life. One or two people are not afraid, but three or five hundred soul people unite, and the three-day soul people are unwilling to compete head-on.

Suddenly feeling the murder next to him, Zhao Haoran snorted coldly and bullied me on my head. I can only blame you for your bad luck.

The power of semi-divine power gushed out and smashed the demon who wanted to sneak up in an instant. His face showed a unwilling look, and he never figured out how Zhao Haoran found him.

Local small battles will not attract too many people's attention at all, but it also let many demons know that Zhao Haoran is not a good stubble. Smart people choose to take a detour, while those who are smart make Zhao Haoran's corpses beside him more.

This threat is much more effective than any verbal power.

There was a drizzle in the sky, which fell on his body with a slight chill. Zhao Haoran looked up and found that there were demons everywhere with red eyes. The ground was full of corpses, more bones, and there was no way for the ghost to survive in this city.

Those living demons and murderous spirits overlap, and the ghosts will collapse in an instant.

"Hahaha, you idiots have found your grandfather." The golden-winged roc turned into a human figure, but its power did not diminish at all.

"Gun over the golden arrow." One of the leaders among the hundreds of soul people in one day saw with his own eyes that the golden-winged roc had grabbed two golden arrows. Without golden arrows, no matter how many he killed, it would not help. Only with the golden arrow in his hand can he settle down.

With hundreds of people, grab two golden arrows, and then take the opportunity to grab the rest of the golden arrows. At that time, they will all be soul warriors for a day. No matter how uneven everyone's strength is, it won't be much worse. If you compete again, the probability of life will be much greater.

"Fools, the golden arrow is here with Grandpa. You have the guts to get it."

"Kill him."

One-day souls belong to the lowest level in the city, but because of this, they can unswervingly unite.

Before and after all kinds of soul arts, they jumped up in a mess, aiming at the golden-winged Dapeng.

The golden-winged Dapeng shook his body and turned into a body again. With a wave of the big wings, the soul skills flew back, and hundreds of people made a mess.

The golden-winged roc was chased, and the two giant wings flapped hard, and hundreds of people instantly turned into nothingness.

At the same moment, there is also an ordinary-like demon monk with a golden arrow in his hand. This golden arrow seems to have some strange restrictions. It can't be put into the storage bag at all. It can only be placed on his body, pulling the eyes of all the demons.

More than 100 souls seemed to think that he was the best to deal with and rushed up without hesitation.

The demon monk only stamped his feet, and more than 100 people's bodies began to explode. The loud noise lasted for half a column of incense before stopping.

Sure enough, it is not good-looking. Every demon who can hold a golden arrow is not an ordinary person. Zhao Haoran observes carefully and has to choose a suitable opponent. Without a golden arrow, everything is useless.

However, after only one incense, there are only one-tenth of the number of people in the city, and all the demons in one day have died, and there is no one left.

Zhao Haoran covered up his breath. Others seemed to be just a powerful soul man in the late two days, but even so, no one was willing to come and provoke him.

Without the golden arrow, who is full to do such a thankless thing.

A total of nine people got the golden arrow, and the breath could not be covered at all. All the demons can clearly see who holds the golden arrow in their hands.

This should also be the intentional act of the strong man, so as to prevent those demons who want to fish in troubled waters. The smell of golden arrows cannot be eliminated, just like seductive baits, waiting for unbearable fish to be hooked at any time.

"Taoist friend, I think you're alone. It's better to be a companion. The two of us work together have a much better chance of survival."

"No need." Zhao Haoran did not hesitate to reject the seemingly kind demon in front of him. Who knew what he paid attention to? Speaking of it, it was a joint effort, and it was difficult to guarantee that the other party would play the black hand somewhere.

These demons have innate magical powers, but Zhao Haoran doesn't understand it at all. It's much safer to walk alone.

"The next name is Jingwendong, and the body is a shark. I don't know if Taoist friends are interested in cooperation?" Jing Wendong seemed to have guessed Zhao Haoran's idea. Instead of being angry because of his indifferent refusal, he patiently explained it.

The more Zhao Haoran is, the more suspicious he is. There is no such a good thing in the world. The other party directly threw out an olive branch without asking his body. This kind of courage is not what ordinary people can have. Whether it is true or false, there is no need to entangled with the other party. "I like to act alone."

Jing Wendong turned around and smiled, "Taoist friends should consider it later."

In a long time, Jing Wendong found another demon practitioner and united smoothly to kill several demon practitioners who had been cultivated for two days. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. Did he really misunderstand him?

Looking at the soul of the cuttlefish family, relying on his strange magical power, there is no disadvantage, and few people dare to provoke him.

There is a lot of relaxation in the city, and there are only more than a thousand demon cultivation left. There are local fights in twos, and the souls who can survive are quite powerful. They are in the stage of wait-and-see, and no one is willing to take the initiative.

For a long time, the city regained its composure. Naturally, the nine people who mastered the golden arrows were naturally not in a hurry, while the rest of the souls either had no strength or hid their backhands and stopped with extraordinary tacit understanding.

There was enough time for half a column of incense, and no one died in the city, and there was no fight.

It's like a pool of stagnant water, and it is difficult to have any vitality.

"A time of incense, demon cultivation without golden arrows, erase!"

Zhao Haoran frowned with a deep chill. The strongest man in the southern sea is much stronger than expected. What is the purpose of letting so many demons die?

Everyone's face changed color in an instant, and they can't wait any longer. The time of incense is long or short. Without golden arrows, it means death.