Chapter 78 Xia Ruhai

"Is it that young man who has such a huge power of life? It's good to master a trace of light. The dark shadow stood proudly, and the surrounding dead air could not get close to him. The ancient breath kept emitting, and the power of years flowed on his not majestic body, setting him off as if it were an eternal Holy Spirit.

"I didn't expect that the sunset valley also began to be turbulent. Unexpectedly, there was a 'dead tide', and the sky also became disordered. It seems that the turmoil in the world will arise." The leisurely sound echoed in the valley, and the figure of the ghost beast slowly disappeared, and the valley returned to calm.

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"Brother Bing, but I know the specific location of the Nether Death Pool." The breath of the ghost beast has disappeared in the perception of the bucket master. He was relieved, and the young man looked at the ice and dust.

"This ghost dead pool is the most pure gathering of dead air. Naturally, we just need to go to the place with the strongest dead air." The ice and cold dust looked into the distance, and a blue flame flowed in his eyes. His eyes seemed to cross this fog and reach a deeper place.

The young man nodded and said nothing more. A rune rotated in his eyes, and a trace of inexplicable power flashed in it. If there is a saint again, he will be shocked. That force turned out to be the power of Taoism, which is a power that can only be controlled by the Holy Step. I didn't expect that someone has begun to understand the Holy Way in a small general, which is simply to scare people to death.

Li Yuhan's petite body trembled slightly and said in panic, "Look, what is that?"

"Hmm?" The two quickly stared, and there was a silver-white figure in front of them, emitting a faint fluorescence in the invisible darkness, which was sad and lonely.

There was a golden flame in the bucket's eyes, and the element of fire between heaven and earth was several times stronger in an instant. The young man saw a world-class figure standing proudly with a long sword. The faint fluorescence turned out to be the law of the holy order, and his body was actually densely covered by the holy order law, emitting a sacred light, which survived forever. This kind of strength can only be described as earth-shaking. The violent death around him seemed to be in awe of this world-class god who dared not approach his body.

"You should be a hero in life and a ghost hero when you die. This is the real supreme of heaven and earth." Mr. Bucket stretched out his hands from his sleeve robe and slowly bowed to the demon-like figure. It was not the awe of the strength of heaven and earth, but the supreme spirit of smiling proudly and competing with the sky.

"This person is the supreme strongman in ancient times - Xia Ruhai." The cold dust seemed to have found real gold in the desert. His whole body was trembling with excitement. A pair of eyes stared at the supreme sword in the man's hand, and the greed in his eyes could not melt. It is rumored that Xia Ruhai is the most connected existence. He broke through all the gates in the holy step and is only one step away from the supreme existence. And the divine sword in his hand is the Jiuli Sword, which is made of Liuheng Xianjin, which is the closest weapon to the supreme artifact.

"That's Xia Ruhai!" Little Lori's watery eyes were wide open, and the cherry opened her mouth into an 'O' shape. Obviously, she also recognized the identity of the peerless strongman. As an ancient disciple, their experience of each world-class strongman was a hundred times better than others. Xia Ruhai was definitely the hero who could occupy the homepage in the history of practice. Unexpectedly, she didn't expect to let They met here.

"Xia Ruhai." The young man chewed the name silently in his heart, looked at the sword that was still dazzling after years, and sighed slowly.

"Let's take that sword away quickly. This is a great opportunity, and it will even become an opportunity to step into the holy level." The cold dust was like chicken blood, and his eyes were shining. The light appearance of the wind and clouds just now has long ceased to exist. Now the cold dust has become a beggar with five million yuan. That kind of exhausting state made Li Yuhan frown repeatedly.

"This supreme is not to be humiliated. The heroic soul is immortal, Brother Bing, let's leave." The bucket master said indifferently.

"Brother Bucket, this is wrong. Naturally, this divine soldier is predestined to get it. If you abandon it here, won't it dust the treasure?" Bing Hanchen said and grabbed Jiu Lijian. Looking at the magic soldiers getting closer and closer, the smile at the corners of Bing Hanchen's mouth became bigger and bigger.

"Hear."

At the moment when Bing Hanchen was about to catch Jiuli Sword, the holy pattern on Xia Ruhai's body flashed, and a vast sea-like power freely vented on the genius of the ancient Kunlun clan. He only heard a 'kake' sound. I don't know how many bones on Bing Hanchen's body were broken, and it directly turned into a rolling sweet potato and turned on the ground continuously. Hundreds of heels.

"Bomb."

Finally, the ice dust directly hit a huge mountain wall, with a roar, which was simply shaking. The cold dust was directly nailed to the mountain wall, and the blood flowed out desperately. The clothes were ragged, and the whole person turned into a rotten cloth pocket, which was not human.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Xia Ruhai was still as towering as a mountain, like a peerless immortal king standing above the nine heavens. His majesty was not offended. The Jiuli sword in his hand flashed, and wisps of golden stars lit up half of the valley, with strong fluctuations and vigorous.

"I've told you not to move. This kind of strong man can't be humiliated at all." Master Tong sighed slightly. In fact, he didn't want to get this unrivaled magic soldier, but the hidden soul power on it made him feel a huge threat. He has already felt the unattainable strength of the ancient great saint. Just the phalanx that has been left for hundreds of thousands of years can only make him look up, not to mention the Xia Ruhai in front of him It is the highest existence of the Great Sage. His combat strength has already reached the realm of transformation. That kind of thorough means is not something that small practitioners like them can speculate at all.

"Damn." The ice and cold dust struggled to climb out of the mountain wall, staggering, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and even the fragments of internal organs were beaten out. The ice dust stared at the Jiuli sword shining with eternal glory. His greedy eyes almost suppressed his reason again, but he was still desperately suppressed. In his feeling, it seemed that there was a supreme ancient god smiling proudly looking at him coldly. That cold eyes seemed to be easy to kill. Die yourself.

"Brother bucket, don't you want to get this world-class artifact?" After a long time, Bing Hanchen reluctantly withdrew his sight and looked at the young man with a light face. The anger in Bing Hanchen's eyes soared again.

"What you can't get is useless no matter how hard you try. Some things don't belong to you. If you force it, you will just die in vain." Mr. Bucket looked at the cold dust indifferently, and then galloped to the dead place.

"Pretentious." Bing Hanchen despised the barrel man in his heart. He thought that the other party could not eat grapes and said that the grapes were sour, and he sneered, but he still moved his footsteps. This Jiuli sword could not be won by his ability at all. "In the future, please move the elders of our family to come here to get this supreme artifact, and the strength of our Kunlun ancient clan will also explode. I will make great progress and be above many ancient clans. At that time, I will be a great achievement, and it is not even impossible to become a holy son.

Li Yuhan saw that Bing Hanchen had completely lost his usual polite appearance, and her curved willow leaves also gently frowned. For the first time, he created a trace of estrangement from this gentlemanly neighbor.

I don't know how long it took, and the three of them also traveled for several days and crossed thousands of miles. Fortunately, they all carry enough elixirs, and it is simply difficult not to burn in this dead Xia Valley.

The endless dead air is dense. This is simply an ancient darkness. It is the habitat of the hell messenger and the ferocious Shura field. A blood pool about two feet wide is presented in the eyes of everyone. The water in the pool is dim, silent and deep, and there is no fluctuation of vitality.

"This is the Nether Death Pool." The three looked quietly and there was a trace of surprise in each other's eyes. Unexpectedly, the ghost blood pool was so simple that there was nothing special.

At this moment, bursts of huge death came to the face, and the majestic power swept through this ancient valley, and all the vitality was extinguished under this impact.

"This is - a dead tide..."

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