Chapter 323 The Power of Faith

He kicked the wine pot into the distance, and Lei Teng looked quite frustrated. He was already a useless person. If it hadn't been for these years for drinking to drown his sorrows, I'm afraid he would have lost his desire to live.

Looking up at Zhao Haoran, he knew that this person's height could not be reached in his life.

Without any words, Zhao Haoran and the man in green robe reached a consensus. No matter what the previous right and wrong were, the most important thing now is the Qushan River. The threat of the dark soul is too strong.

The man in green robe is a master of swordsmanship of the Wudang School. No one will doubt the power of his magic power, but it is still unknown whether the two can overcome the unimaginable Qushan River.

It's just that Hai Fengtao's face is strange. I don't know why he hasn't spoken for a long time. These two souls who originally looked down on have become the benefactors of the Blue Sea Sect, and his heart has never been unacceptable.

In fact, Hai Fengtao has long thought about the fact that Zhao Haoran is not a secret soul spy. At that time, under the pressure of the situation, he pushed Zhao Haoran out, and then he could only make mistakes again and again to continue the already ridiculous decision to maintain the majesty of the Blue Sea patriarch.

Zhao Haoran's white hair floated, and his eyes did not linger on Hai Fengtao's face at all. However, his mood fluctuated a little when he looked at Ou Tu, Rusi and Song Wei. He seemed to be still looking for something, like a heavy slap in the face, which made Hai Fengtao unable to raise his head.

He stared at Zhao Haoran viciously and couldn't wait to swallow him alive. Even if it was really the destruction of the Blue Sea Sect, he did not want to see Zhao Haoran save all the souls, and even hoped that Qu Shanhe could kill Zhao Haoran. Evil ideas kept appearing, making Hai Fengtao uncontrollable.

"Zhao Haoran, you and I are destined to have a war, but you dare to take me with a magic power."

Zhao Haoran looked indifferent, and his words showed unimaginable confidence, "Why don't you dare?"

"Good." Qu Shanhe's fingers changed rapidly, and at an unimaginable speed, he completed a complex formula in an instant, "Forbid!"

There is no amazing momentum, and you can't even see a change, but Zhao Haoran's face suddenly changed, a teleportation, forcibly leaving the original standing place. This method of teleportation is quite dangerous, and he will accidentally fall into a space crack and will never come out.

However, Zhao Haoran has great confidence that with the induction of divine consciousness, he can easily avoid space turbulence and aura fluctuations.

Qu Shanhe couldn't stop sneering. It's too naive to avoid my magic power.

"Our souls are one. Dark souls, don't be presumptuous today." I don't know where a huge sword appeared. It directly slapped Zhao Haoran's original place, making a loud noise and a few stars around it, cutting the space.

The magic power of the man in green robe once again broke the magic power of Qushanhe.

Zhao Haoran nodded slightly to the man in green robes and expressed his gratitude. If he resisted it, I'm afraid it would not be so easy. He is not a pedantic person. With Zhao Haoran's strength alone, he is too far from Qushan River. There is no chance of winning, so there is no need to show off.

"Brother Zhao, let's take action together and quickly kill this dark soul to avoid great trouble. This person is still the star of the three messengers of the dark soul. Be careful of his magical power." The man in green robe suddenly pointed out the origin of Qushanhe, and at the same time, Brother Zhao put Zhao Haoran in the same position as him, without any disrespect and unwillingness.

Since the man in green robes did not mention it, Zhao Haoran naturally would not raise matters about the Wudang faction boringly, but he was still quite guilty, because of the momentary impulse, perhaps there should not have so many souls killed in his hands.

Today's Wudang School is no longer a feng shui treasure, but a terrible cemetery full of all kinds of resentment. There are both soul people and spirit beasts affected by Zhao Haoran's killing formula. In short, it has become a forbidden place. Few people dare to go to such a terrible place, which is thanks to Zhao Haoran.

It is extremely rare for a man in a green robe to have such a broad mind.

Without hiding, Zhao Haoran took out the unique ink of the cuttlefish family that had been treasured for a long time and took out most of it. Once it dispersed, he wrapped the Qushan River firmly. Neither the dark soul nor the soul could adapt to this trapped environment, as if a normal person suddenly lost his eyes and took action. It becomes extremely inconvenient.

The green-robed man's eyes lit up and soon understood Zhao Haoran's intention. He meditated on the magic formula. The vast sword spirit came from the sky, cut through the void and went straight to the mountains and rivers.

"Destroy!"

"Kill!"

After continuously casting the two words of killing spells, Zhao Haoran felt the spread of the evil spirit more and more, but it was soon suppressed, but he knew that this was never a way. If there was no harm, he would grow to an uncontrollable point one day.

When the black word extinction came down, Outu's heart palpitations. Fortunately, the target of the word extinction formula was not him, but he could still feel the destructive power.

It seemed that only the rest of the world was destroyed. Song Wei's fingers gently patted his shoulder to make him more comfortable.

"Thank you very much, uncle." Otu was so scared that he dared not look at it again and had a further understanding of Zhao Haoran's strength.

In a place, even Song Wei, such a strong man, couldn't help but pale his face, stimulating the murderous intention in the bottom of his heart. In addition to his eyes, Zhao Haoran learned such a domineering magic power from somewhere. It seems that he has indeed suffered a lot over the years, and that white hair made Song Wei tremble.

What kind of pain should it be? It makes a powerful teenager turn his head white.

This only apprentice is Song Wei's eternal concern. Although they have not been together for a long time, their feelings for each other are hundreds of times stronger than that of ordinary teachers and apprentices. An inexplicable feeling has always existed in the depths of Song Wei's heart.

But at this moment, Song Wei completely broke out. She was restrained and did not make any earth-shaking moves, but a pair of affectionate eyes stared at Zhao Haoran, the once stupid teenager.

Qushanhe can't find out everything around him with divine knowledge. Similarly, Zhao Haoran and the man in green robes can't find out Qushanhe's behavior. The demon cultivation of the cuttlefish clan is inherently unique and can run unimped in ink, but the human souls are greatly reduced and can only be used to cover the divine consciousness, regardless of the enemy. It's a friend, but that's enough.

An angry roar came from the black ink, and it could be heard that it was a Qushan River, like a star in the dark, with two red flowers blooming in the ink.

Zhao Haoran had a bad premonition. The more profound his cultivation, the more he could detect some signs related to him. The man in green robe obviously made the same prediction as Zhao Haoran.

The sword became more and more victorious, people couldn't open their eyes. The word extinction smashed down fiercely, and the power of destruction disappeared in an instant.