Chapter 174 Peng Daoren died!

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Peng Dao's heart scolded secretly. Yang Chen and Yang Bo brothers are really not a thing. When they helped each other, they seemed to be positive but did not use all their strength. Now they have to go to the front when they escape.

However, this is not the time to care about these. He took a painful look at the demon doll, hid it in his arms, and accelerated his speed.

"bang" "bang"

Two consecutive explosions forced everyone back.

"There is also a ban!" Peng Daoren's face turned pale, and the two people walking in the front exploded and died in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

Mr. Han put his hands behind his back and pretended to sigh helplessly, "I have already said that you are quite predestined with my golden corpse. Why leave in such a hurry? It's worthless to hurt others and yourself."

"Hum," Yang Chen stopped. If it weren't for other people in front of him, I'm afraid that the two brothers would have suffered a great loss. This prohibition setting is extremely secretive. If you don't pay attention, you can't find it at all. "Mr. Han, don't go too far. This golden corpse has devoured a lot of three-month souls. Could it be you? Want to turn us all into its food? I'm afraid it doesn't have as much appetite as you.

Mr. Han didn't care about Yang Chen's sarcasm at all, "Can you know the power of my baby's ancient corpse? Or leave them all for me."

The golden rune ancient corpse doesn't care about this. For it, these souls are the most delicious food. They can increase their strength by devouring them. Except for the threat of the soul not far behind them, the rest are not their own opponents.

The ancient corpse attack method is simple, relying on the advantages of speed and power, which is unmatched. Coupled with the highly poisonous corpse gas, it has become the nemesis of all souls.

Zhao Haoran has already given a helping hand, and now he is overwhelmed. There is no doubt that the soul of Wang has become the first victim.

The martial soul trembled and fell into the mouth of the ancient corpse. The golden corpse beat his chest with both hands and showed fierce light. The strength of the soul of Wang was much higher than that of the rest of the March soul, and the breath of the ancient corpse had obviously changed.

The messy hair began to fall off, and long golden hairs grew inside, and the originally looming golden charm became extremely clear.

The ancient corpse has evolved. This is not good news. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and seemed to find a way to find the spiral ladder to the six floors. It was obviously impossible to go down.

Yang Chen and Yang Bo brothers looked at each other and found the panic in each other's eyes.

The conditions for this ancient corpse to evolve must be very harsh. It can be seen by the March soul who has given dozens of lives. Zhao Haoran secretly guessed that he was afraid that the soul of this ancient corpse must be killed by himself to absorb power. Otherwise, Mr. Han must have taken action long ago. Why do he need to go around such a big circle?

The prohibition that was just broken is the flaw deliberately left by Mr. Han. At this time, the soul power of the Peng Taoist and Yang Chen brothers was exhausted, and the most likely power to fight against the ancient corpse was gone.

The calculation is really too accurate. The more Zhao Haoran thinks about it, the more afraid he is. No, he must not let him continue to control the situation, otherwise he will become the womb of the ancient corpse.

The whole fifth layer has been searched more than once, and there is no trace of any formation, as if it has become the last layer of the Linglong Pagoda.

No, there is another place that has not been. Zhao Haoran stared straight at the bluestone coffin, and the broken coffin cover fell aside. Will there be anything else in it besides the ancient corpse?

There is an ancient corpse in the sarcophagus, which everyone knows, so naturally ignores it.

"Puff" Peng Daoren spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned into dead gray, and the dull doll was once again magical.

This blood is not ordinary blood. The blood of the soul is also different from ordinary people. There will be some blood in the body that has become a gathering place of soul power, and this blood is the blood, which contains a lot of vitality and strength. It seems that Mr. Han is ready to work hard.

The huge demon appeared in front of him again and absorbed the blood of Peng Daoren. The black gas that originally appeared around the demon's body turned into black fog like clouds, flying around the devil's body as if it were alive.

The roar shocked the world, as if he wanted to get rid of the control of Peng Daoren.

"Evil beast, help me escape from here and set you free!" Peng Daoren's words were full of unwillingness and helplessness.

The devil shook his head and was silent for a long time, then nodded gently, his wings shook, and the black fog formed a bat shape one by one, and squeaked to Mr. Han.

Peng Daoren suffered a burst of meat pain. This time, he really fell. Unexpectedly, he was forced to this extent. The devil inadvertently got it, and it was difficult to tame. If it hadn't been forced by the situation, he would not have taken action.

Now that he sees his embarrassment, the devil does not obey the order and wants to eat the master. Peng Daoren has no choice but to agree to go out and let the devil away and no longer drive him.

"My demon's full action is still the cultivation of the beginning of three days. Mr. Han, it's better to let me go, so as not to hurt the harmony."

Mr. Han smiled gently and said, "The strength is good. Jinfu ancient corpse likes to devour the powerful soul. Of course, the devil can also do it."

The cooperation of the ancient corpse of Jinfu exudes a strong fishy smell, which makes people dare not underestimate it. Although he does not understand what Mr. Han's purpose is, he can judge that this person's current behavior is to help himself, and the rune issued by Mr. Han when he just got out of the sarcophagus gives it a sense of danger.

The brain is not very smart. It can't think of a reason, but if it strengthens its strength, the instinct of the soul devouring person will not change because of anything.

The appearance of the devil made the ancient corpse very dissatisfied. The provocative sound just now still remembers clearly and waved his sharp palm to cut at the devil.

The golden rune on his body is gorgeous, and the body of this golden rune ancient corpse is comparable to a magic weapon. Zhao Haoran saw with his own eyes that its palm is like tofu, which is effortless.

There is a faint disdain in the devil's bright eyes. His target is Mr. Han, not this ancient corpse that has been dead for many years.

Mr. Han clicked gently, and the creak turned into ashes and fell to the ground, like boiling water, sizzling.

The palm of the ancient corpse scratched on the devil's body and passed through, but the black fog flying outside the body flew by, and the round hole was directly flattened.

The devil's wings waved, forming a hurricane, sweeping the body of the golden rune ancient corpse.

fell heavily to the ground, and the golden corpse was strong. This method could not hurt it at all, but it was regarded as a great shame.

jumped up, like a meteor, and hit the devil quickly.

A wound appeared on the devil's huge body again, and the black fog surged wildly, as if nothing had happened. Only then did the ancient corpse know the power of the devil, and the light of thought leaked in his eyes, but he no longer dared to attack.

Mr. Han pointed to Peng Daoren, who was shocked and wanted to find a space to hide.

"Death!"

In a word, as usual, Peng Daoren fell to the ground with no breath and no wound on his body.

Wy soul art!

Zhao Haoran has been closely observing Mr. Han this time and found that a strange force floated to Peng Daoren when he spoke. If he hadn't looked carefully, he would not find it at all. It seems that Mr. Han is not puzzled, but his strength is much higher than that of others. At this time, most of the souls have lost half of them. There is no ability to resist.

Mr. Han's eyes stayed on Zhao Haoran's face for a few hours, as if he had guessed his idea, but then turned to the devil.

Without the soul power of Peng Daoren, the demon's body shrank rapidly, and finally he was unwilling to become a puppet. If placed at another time, the demon puppet would certainly cause some competition, but at this time, even survival has become a luxury, and no one will have much interest in this doll.

Peng Daoren's body lay on the ground, which was the only normal corpse. Everything else came to the abdomen of the golden corpse. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. As he guessed, the ancient corpse could only devour the soul killed by it.

"It's your turn next." Mr. Han smiled and seemed to have done something that had nothing to do with him.

I have seen murder, but I have never seen such a calm person as Mr. Han. How many souls have been killed to have this mentality. Zhao Haoran's eyes drifted elsewhere, wary of Mr. Han's action against him, but thinking about how to get close to the sarcophagus.

Mr. Han stood not far from the sarcophagus and had not moved since the ancient corpse was rescued. This calmness was not disguised at all.

A dozen souls are usually arrogant people. Who doesn't respect them like gods outside, but they didn't expect to be led by the nose because of the extinguishing lamp after coming to the barren land, and they were regarded as food for the ancient corpse by Mr. Han. How could they sit down and wait for death?

"The stars have changed!"

There was a young soul in the crowd who threw a magic weapon like a compass and instantly turned into stars all over the sky, each of which was shining.

"If you don't kill this person, I'm afraid no one will leave." Zhao Haoran looked at it. This person's name is Wangchi. He acted low-key and didn't talk much. He didn't expect to have such a powerful magic weapon.

"ji"

The stars are overwhelming, with tens of thousands of people. The target is Mr. Han. Although this power is different from the real world, it is not far from each other. This is an extremely powerful magic weapon. Zhao Haoran has a judgment in his heart, but Mr. Han is not so easy to deal with.

"Let's do it together!" Yang Chen shouted and suddenly burst out a powerful force, no worse than in his heyday.

All kinds of magic weapons and domains appeared at the same time. A look of fear flashed in the eyes of the ancient corpse and hid in the corner of the wall. At this time, everyone knew that the target was Mr. Han, and naturally no one paid attention to the ancient corpse.

Zhao Haoran sighed. His savings are still too little, which can't be compared with those old monsters that have been practicing for hundreds of years. The previous soul art has become very small after the cultivation of Japanese soul people, and only the fire dragon binding is barely useful.