Chapter 414 At the beginning of chaos

"Kill!" A roar similar to a beast came from Zhao Haoran's mouth, and he was really unaware of it.

The bright red clouds formed by the killing spell echoed.

"Kill!" Kill!" Kill!" ...

This sound was left in the whole fire phoenix lair. At the moment when the white swordsman looked in a trance, he saw the surging magic power pouring crazily.

He suddenly woke up. This is definitely not the previous Zhao Haoran, but a completely different person.

The bright silver knife appeared in the palm of his hand, and the white knifeman looked directly at the knife, as if it was the closest lover. Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He turned around and flew away towards Zhao Haoran.

A crack appeared in the chest of the Supreme Buddha and the stewman Buddha at the same time. As the movement became bigger and bigger, the blood-colored body finally became cracks and burst on the way.

That exquisite knife seems to have long eyes, and the angle of choice is tricky and strange, which is unpreventable.

The two splits were also penetrated into the body in an instant and fell to the ground and died.

Losing his split, his strength should have declined, and then Zhao Haoran was not ordinary at this moment. Several killing spells were superimposed together, which overwhelmed his mind in an instant.

Those breaths did not dissipate, but flew into the air.

The silver knife exhausted its last strength and fell to the ground.

The remaining split and body breath have become more powerful, but this powerful source is really not clear. The white-clothed swordsman is well-informed, but they still have not heard of this strange phenomenon.

The magical power is connected, forming a half-air sea of blood, which is sticky and very uncomfortable.

However, the soul man who exerted his magical powers seemed to have lost his mind, but his cultivation soared, and his cultivation of returning to the originality made him unable to counter his hand. The situation seemed to be a little bad.

He suffered a loss in the hands of the white swordsman. Zhao Haoran seemed to hesitate and did not continue, but turned around to find the next target.

"Escape!" Master Wuhua was extremely depressed. Why did Zhao Haoran take a fancy to him?

Master Wuhua couldn't understand this strange state, but he guessed that it should not last for a long time, and then Zhao Haoran did not give him a chance to wait.

Ye Wen, who stood with him, took a step and didn't know how far he had soared. At this time, he was afraid that Zhao Haoran was too late and could not provoke this evil star for Master Wuhua.

In fact, everyone is still in doubt. A small transformation has inexplicably has a terrible power. If you master this magic power, it will be exciting to think about it in the future.

No one wants to leave like this, and watching from afar is the best choice.

Zhao Haoran has too many secrets, and these souls who refine their souls into beads are very curious.

The attitude of the white skirt girl is the most elusive. She just floated quietly in the air, her face was flat, and the rest of the people almost ignored her existence.

The blood light splashed, and the flowerless master did not have any power to return his hand. The scattered soul cultivation belonging to the Brahish sect became bloody in an instant.

The dark clouds above the head are thicker.

Zhaoran has not noticed the existence of the body. It seems to be a ten-thousand-year-old tree. It has countless branches and leaves, and he is only one of them, but the number is too large. No one can count it.

Zhao Haoran was confused about which one belonged to him.

What the hell happened? No one could tell him, but Zhao Haoran vaguely knew that it should have a lot to do with the killing spell.

The divine consciousness was trapped, and it was in his own body. Zhao Haoran frowned and meditated, not knowing what to do.

The blood light kept rolling. Poor Master Wuhua had already felt that Zhao Haoran was overestimated, but in fact it was much more terrible than in his phenomenon. In one round, he became a dead soul, and the ghost dodged, and there was no way to escape.

The bloody clouds spread suction, and the ghost was powerless to stop it at all. It was rolled in in an instant, as if it were a digestive stomach. It squirmed for a moment and stopped again.

"You have to escape from here!" Such an idea flashed in Ye Wen's mind.

Master Wuhua's cultivation naturally understands that the two are not far apart, but they are still killed so easily.

When did the soul who refined the soul into beads become a mud that can be flat, still kneaded.

All the rules have lost their function, and the power of magic has no effect. Zhao Haoran has become invincible.

"Oh, my God, who can tell me what happened? Is it a dream?"

With an exclamation, he shouted out the thoughts of everyone's heart.

"Guys, we should work together to escape from this place. This person seems to have gone crazy and his cultivation has soared. If we fight alone, I'm afraid no one is his opponent."

Ye Wen's words are obviously very convincing.

Go crazy? I'm afraid this is the only explanation.

When encountering such a crisis, they don't need any commanders. They consciously stand together. This is human beings.

"The space is completely blocked, and my magic weapon could have penetrated the space directly." A soul man in a Taoist robe looked a little flustered. It seemed that someone had put a game to lead everyone here in order to be killed by the horrible existence in front of him.

"Don't panic, let's cover each other." Ye Wen has already found this.

The cultivation of refining souls into beads is not very difficult for them to break through the space. If they are really forced into a desperate situation, even if they don't know where they will float, they will break through the space to have a try, and then the last road will be locked.

Deacon Wang and Blue Devil are mixed in the crowd. Deacon Wang's face is very bad. Who is this Zhao Haoran? Previously, he mistakenly thought he was the soul of Brahma Sect, but now it seems that it is not like that at all.

Then he was the descendant of the ancient gods and demons, and today's breath is even more strange, as if he is a demon who kills countless times, with murderous blood all over his body.

The person the Huangfu family is going to hunt for does not have a simple role.

Deacon Wang has lost his mind to fight at this moment. It seems that people within the Huangfu family need to take action by themselves. None of the deacons is his opponent.

"Do it!"

Ye Wen shouted, and many soul people who refined their souls into beads showed their magical powers, and the power of magic power formed a surging trend and slapped Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran just smiled evilly and stretched out his hand to grab it. The powerful force that appeared held the trend and was led to the sky, and the bloody clouds swallowed it up rudely.

The blood light was thicker, and a voice sounded in my ear, "Do you want to get the most powerful power? Obey me and give you everything!"

It's Feit's. Zhao Haoran's eyes suddenly appeared cold. No wonder it turned out that he, the demon Feit, had almost thrown into the forgotten corner and came out at this time.

The killing spell must have an inseparable and close relationship with him.

The strange power that appears every time it is used. This series of things is combined, and Zhao Haoran finally figured it out.

If Feit wants to get out of trouble, he must borrow the power of others. The soul stone given before is like a key, opening a vital door to help Feiter regain his soul power.

The cultivation is really too slow. Feit can't wait. He didn't have that patience and failed to seduce Zhao Haoran many times, which made him come to a conclusion. This person seems to have found something. I'm afraid it's impossible to get a little bit from Zhao Haoran.

The killing spell is an opportunity, which is the magic power of the demon Fit. Since Zhao Haoran first used it, he has discovered it.

Zhao Haoran felt that the power was that Devil Fit was secretly molessing. After accumulating so many years, he finally waited for a suitable opportunity. He wanted to go out and lift the damn seal.

"Obey me and have everything you want."

Zhao Haoran sneered and said, "Don't think about it."

Then his consciousness was besieged and could no longer control his body. This was a more domineering means than taking away, and Zhao Haoran was unable to stop it.

His will can no longer control his body.

A slight pause made Ye Wen see the opportunity. Zhao Haoran's eyes flashed with confusion. The white swordsman sighed and never left. He did not want to lose his trust.

"His strength has begun to fade. Everyone, you must seize the opportunity. The previous state should have exhausted all the aura in his body." Ye Wen always likes to use provocative language.

Deacon Wang was originally puzzled. Hearing Ye Wen's words, his blood suddenly surged and he rushed out without thinking.

The blue devil is slightly unhappy, which is not like the cautious style of Deacon Wang. It will not be a good thing to shoot the first bird, whether it is winning or losing.

There is only one hole left in his one eye, which looks extremely horrible, but Zhao Haoran obviously doesn't care about this.

The blood cloud above his head formed a huge whirlpool. Only the girl in white dress looked at it in surprise, and the eyes of the rest of the people gathered greedily on Zhao Haoran.

"Concreed!" Devil Fit's voice became louder and louder, as if thunder was ringing in his ear and buzzing.

The confusion in Zhao Haoran's eyes was even thicker, and his vision did not have any focal length. His breath slowly calmed down. It seemed that, as Ye Wen said, he really exhausted the soul power in his body, and now he has no longer has any ability to resist.

Deacon Wang Jie smiled and grabbed his thin palm. Such a good opportunity should not be missed.

A silver light flashed, and the crisp sound stopped in front of the palm of his hand. Deacon Wang shouted angrily, "Is it possible that you are crazy? He is no longer Zhao Haoran? Why do you still want to help? Phoenix blood, I won't want half a drop."

The white swordsman shook his head, "He can't die without leaving the Phoenix's nest. He always counts what I said."

"You..." Deacon Wang was so angry that he didn't expect this person to be so elm-headed that he didn't know how to be smart at all. Zhao Haoran had done something to him before, but he didn't expect that he seemed to forget it in a moment.