Chapter 415 The Beginning of Chaos

Ye Wen advised, "If you don't take advantage of the situation to kill, you will become a disaster. White swordsman, don't stop me from waiting."

"Is it a disaster?" The white-dressed knifeman laughed and said, "I'm afraid the blood of the phoenix on his body is the disaster."

Ye Wen is speechless. Indeed, without the blood of the phoenix and the feathers of the phoenix, who is willing to provoke a descendant of ancient gods and demons? That race is extremely domineering and protects its shortcomings. Although it is a ban on the Yellow Desert Star Domain, it is rare. Even if it is encountered, it does not dare to do it at will.

Deacon Wang is not a good-tempered person. Knowing the strength of the white swordsman, he is easy to persuade him. According to his temperament, he has already rushed to the past. How can he talk nonsense here?

"Brother Hui..." The woman in white stopped talking, looked at the bright eyes, sighed, stood with him and lowered her head.

The swordsman in white smiled gently. If there is a wife like this, what does the husband want?

The peaceful atmosphere did not last, and was destroyed by a huge Buddha statue.

Long-armed Buddha!

I don't know if it was used by the soul man. His long arm seems to be across the world. Its goal is very clear, that is, Zhao Haoran behind the white knife.

At this moment, he is drowsy, as if he is half asleep and half awake. No one wants to think about the reason. All he knows is that this is a rare opportunity to kill him, and the trip will not be in vain.

Once the greed of human nature is stimulated, nothing can stop it. Even if it is nine deaths, there will be a desire to fight.

Especially for those souls whose life expectancy is fast to the limit, refining the soul into beads is not the limit. The reason for Brahma soul art, even the soul refining into beads does not have an endless life span, which is very different from the five series of souls. If you don't take advantage of the big limit, you will never have a chance.

Get the blood of the phoenix, even if there is no opportunity to break through, it will inevitably greatly increase the life span, and no one is willing to let it go.

Among them, there are several souls who are about to reach the limit. Ordinary people can't see anything, but soul people with profound cultivation can find that they are already dead and gradually corroding their bodies.

Knowing that dust returns to dust, the road returns to the road, and everything turns into an initial state.

The swordsman in white became cautious. The soul man with the same cultivation was definitely not his opponent, and then many of them united, and with a desperate posture, no one could stop him.

Their eyes are limited to a small phoenix lair. In the outside world, they can't see, and their eyes have been blinded. Killing Zhao Haoran is bound to get it!

The long-armed Buddha's arm stretched out and could not see its trajectory. The Brahma soul is not very proficient in the rules, but the visual Buddha is enough to make up for this part, which is even more powerful than the soul master of the rules.

Because these Buddhas are originally extremely strong and have the power of rules.

"The relith is empty, and the color is empty."

A golden relic flew up, the size of a goose egg, and the souls around him almost looked at it in shock. Such a terrible relic did not know what kind of cultivation the strong man was in front of him. It was really unexpected that there were such a terrible figure hidden in the crowd.

The white swordsman's eyes flashed, staring at the man and said in surprise, "It's you!"

"It's me."

A smiling Buddha appeared in front of everyone. This is a smiling Buddha, always a happy expression, as if there is nothing unhappy in the world. With a relith, the image of the Buddha displayed is more than twice as the ordinary one.

No one knows this person except the white swordsman, because his life expectancy is so long that it is almost forgotten.

Eight Dragons - Mohu Rajia!

Mohuroga, this is a python god, also a dragon, a god with no belly, that is, the temple god of the world, who is drunk and meat into the belly of the python. Destroy evil slander, be more and less crazy, and be greedy for wine and meat.

Van Solomon's most powerful visual Buddha is the Eight Dragons, but not all can be visualized.

It is rumored that the eight dragons are Brahman saints who appeared with heaven and earth. They have different ideas, so it is difficult to get together. With the passage of time, they realized that cooperation can gain the strongest power. Then this day's disaster came. I don't know why they died strangely, and the only one who survived was Mohu. Raga is also a seriously injured body, and it is almost impossible to survive.

Most of the Mercury souls do not know the secret. They only think that the visual power of the eight dragons is in the hands of Van Solomon. In fact, it is not true. Mohuraga still lives in this world.

He himself knows best that the eight dragons are not old at all, and they are not the strength gained out of thin air. They are all cultivated, but they did encounter great changes. Mohuraga's cultivation was the weakest of the eight people at that time.

However, his followers were so many that he was immune to extraordinary disasters. Then he couldn't even figure out who the enemy was. Later, he found that the injury could not recover at all, and his cultivation was still declining, even if he had tried his best.

In 100,000 years, his cultivation has fallen to a low point. If it continues, I'm afraid he will die. Mohu Rajia has not found the enemy, so he is unwilling to take the opportunity to find a breakthrough in the Fire Phoenix.

There was no time to delay, and Mohuraga looked at the swordsman in white indifferently.

The two had a relationship before. The white-clothed swordsman was very impressed and recognized it at a glance that he was also a cultivation of refining his soul into beads, but he did not know how strong the white-clothed swordsman was before, but he could detect that a dangerous breath was coming.

Mohuraga did not display his body, but a smiling Buddha.

The brighter the smile, the more dangerous it will be.

The white-clad swordsman couldn't help stepping back two steps and stabilized his mind. Wang Deacon could not recognize the origin of Mohuraga, but he could also notice the extraordinaryness of this person.

He is naturally interested in Phoenix's Blood, but if he can successfully kill Zhao Haoran, as long as he brings back the body, the reward will certainly not be less than Phoenix's Blood. The Huangfu family has always been generous to treat deacons.

I'm afraid it's very difficult to take away the blood of the fire phoenix in full view of the public. If it's just a corpse, no one will be interested.

The appearance of Mohu Rajia doubled the confidence of Ye Wen and others.

"Stop the white swordsman and kill Zhao Haoran. Everything is all ours." Ye Wen spared no effort to encourage him, and Ping Bai had a little more strength.

The smiling face of Buddha's smile became more and more brilliant, forming a beautiful arc.

Mohuroga's cold voice is very incompetent with the smiling Buddha's expression, "Are you sure you want to stop me?"

The white swordsman smiled and said, "When did what I said change?"

Mohu Rajia said no more, and suddenly there were countless phantoms of smiling Buddhas, rushing towards the white swordsman crazily.

This must be true or false, and then the speed is too fast to give the white swordsman time to react at all.

The smile in the sky drowned almost everything. Everyone was dizzy and could not distinguish between east, west, north and south. The divine consciousness began to turbrate in this space and was bounced back after leaving the body.

The swordsman in white is calmly thinking about countermeasures while resisting the enemy.

Deacon Wang's one-eyed light is twinkling. He is waiting for an opportunity. This Zhao Haoran will have an accident every time and can't kill him in time. He can't let it go.

The woman in white frowned, and she could see her husband's plight.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he quickly pinched the decision, and the crazy magic power began to emerge. It was too late when the white swordsman found the abnormality.

The brilliant flowers touched the smiling Buddha and bloomed the last beauty. With a loud noise, the huge Buddha turned into fragments, and the crystal light fell to the ground.

The white swordsman panicked and hugged his beloved wife, "Are you all right?"

The woman in white barely shook her head, and the swordsman in white sighed, "Why do that? It's not good to know your physical condition and still hold on."

The woman in white smiled: "I don't want to see you get into trouble."

The white knifeman smiled gently, "Have a good rest. When I'm done, I'll use the blood of the phoenix to help you prolong your life."

The woman in white nodded obediently and did not speak. She took out a few fragrant elixir from the storage bag and swallowed it. Her physical condition was indeed not optimistic.

Mohuranga was angry. He was an arrogant eight heavenly dragons. He didn't expect to lose at the hands of a soul man, which was a great shame.

With a sad cry, his old body began to transform, and a python that covered the sky and the sun appeared in everyone's eyes.

This is the essence of Mohuraga. He is unwilling to use it, but he is afraid of being recognized. The previous disaster has not found an enemy so far. He is panicked and afraid and dares not show it to others head-on.

Then today, the ** of Phoenix Blood forced him to do his best.

The fierce appearance can't hide its mystery. The body is not an ordinary snake scale, but a dense charm, which is a secret skill cultivated by Mohuraga, which makes its body extremely strong, which is also one of the reasons why it can survive.

The white-clad swordsman sighed and looked at Zhao Haoran, who was confused behind him, and could only smile bitterly. Such a Mohuroga, even the soul saint is not his enemy, let alone a soul master who refines his soul into beads.

However, the promises made must be fulfilled. Whatever the reason, the white swordsman will not give up.

The empty blood cloud seemed to have two more eyes, forming a huge crimson cloud. Quietly paying attention to everything below, Zhao Haoran's consciousness was still struggling in his body.

I didn't expect Fit's means to be so horrible. He was completely out of control, and the remaining ideas were resisting the invasion, but he couldn't hold on for a long time.

Demon Fit, this unknown demon, has been in a narrow and closed space for many years. He is full of resentment and has nowhere to vent.