Chapter 175 Level 6

The faces of Yang Chen and Yang Bo's two brothers are rapidly aging, transitioning from a middle-aged man to a wrinkled face, but the fierceness in their eyes has not changed at all.

It took Shouyuan to convert into a powerful force. These two have experienced many sinisters. Naturally, there are many ways to save their lives, but in the face of Mr. Han, most of them still lose their role. In the face of absolute strength, what they want to do is simply humiliate themselves. Only strong strength is the final reliance.

"The universe is infinite, and the yin and yang are reversed!"

The black and white colors covered with heaven and earth began to change rapidly, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Mr. Han couldn't help but be moved. He didn't expect that the two brothers still had such powerful soul skills.

"The beginning of heaven and earth"

The mixed yin and yang fish turned into a chaotic state, with white in black and black in white, and finally turned into the size of a thumb.

The speed is very slow, and everyone's eyes are involuntarily attracted by it, as if it has some kind of magic.

"explosion"

There is a bright light in front of me, the perception ability is completely lost, the eyes can't see, the ears can't hear, and the consciousness is compressed near the body.

It took half a column of incense to return to normal. This exquisite pagoda is indeed a treasure. Such a powerful soul skill can't hurt it at all. There is not even a trace of damage to the tower. The ancient corpse of the golden charm has been affected, and the clear golden charm on the body has become illusory at this time. It seems that this golden charm is its strongest strength.

"Where is Mr. Han?" Suddenly, someone asked. Zhao Haoran swept around and found that there was no trace of him at all.

Yang Chen and Yang Bo helped each other, "Well, he has turned into ashes. The world is beginning to open, and chaos is at the beginning. How can he resist it?"

Many people nodded obediently. Indeed, as Yang Chen said, Mr. Han has no possibility of survival.

"Hahaha, my fate with you is not over. How can I leave early?"

Yang Chen's face has changed greatly. Is it possible that Mr. Han has reached the peak of three days? The two brothers worked together to reverse yin and yang and have killed many three-day souls. Even the soul at the peak of three days will be seriously injured. Listening to Mr. Han's tone, it seems that he has not been affected much. How can he not be afraid?

The clothes on his body are a little damaged, but they are still energetic, but the eyes looking at Yang Chen's brothers are full of murderous intent, and no one will be happy with such a situation.

"Jinfu ancient corpse, go ahead, these people are all your food."

The ancient corpse of Jinfu hesitated for a long time, and then Yang Chen's soul art left a profound impact on it. This time, he was really afraid and almost killed it.

"What are you afraid of? If there is an old man to support you, whoever dares to resist me to help you." His face has been torn, and there is no need for Mr. Han to hide it any more.

"I want to run, leave it for me."

Zhao Haoran has been in the crowd, motionless, but for some reason, Mr. Han always has an inexplicable sense of crisis. Everyone can see through, including the Yang Chen brothers, who have good soul skills, but in his expectation, the more these souls resist, the more powerful they will be to the ancient corpse, and their soul power will be exhausted. The soul is still the opponent of the ancient corpse.

At this time, how could Zhao Haoran agree under the teleportation?

Mr. Han shouted in the air, Zhao Haoran only felt a stuffy chest, as if a strange force dragged him down.

It seems that Mr. Han is injured, otherwise it can't be so easy to deal with. I'm afraid he will have a life crisis for himself with a casual blow!

Zhao Haoran guessed correctly. Yang Chen and Yang Bo's two brothers are not easy people. Although there seems to be no change, Mr. Han knows in his heart that he was still seriously injured, otherwise he could kill him by raising his hand.

"Spentment"

Three identical Zhao Haoran appeared in front of him and ran to the sarcophagus at the same time.

Mr. Han was stunned. All three are real, not any illusion.

At this moment, three Zhao Haoran came to the sarcophagus at the same time and jumped in, blocking a light curtain in front of them.

Zhao Haoran was not worried but happy, indicating that he guessed correctly. The entrance of the sixth floor is in the sarcophagus.

It's terrible. Zhao Haoran's face is dark, the light curtain is as solid as a rock, and he can't get in at all.

"Sima Xiaoyou, I said that you are not married to the ancient corpse, so there is no need to worry." Mr. Han stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and a huge force gushed out behind him. I'm afraid that he would be smashed to pieces when he touched it.

"Explosion!"

Zhao Haoran calmly commanded two sentences of self-destruct. The strong impact slowed Mr. Han's offensive, but only a few breaths were not a long-term solution.

He pulled out the ice sword, and Mr. Han was shocked by the vast breath. This is definitely a rare ancient treasure, and the breath emitted from it can be felt.

Although the ice sword is powerful, Zhao Haoran generally dares not take it out. His strength is still relatively poor. Such a magic weapon is simply to seduce others to grab it, and he can't care so much in the face of life-and-death crisis.

The golden corpse seemed to feel something, roared angrily, and the golden light flashed on its body, and the next moment appeared next to the sarcophagus.

"Break it!" Zhao Haoran pointed to the ice sword, and the soul power came out through his body. The light curtain rippled and easily stepped in.

What's going on? Zhao Haoran was also a little confused and thought about it. Maybe it had something to do with Gong Yangchen's martial soul, but anyway, he finally escaped the disaster.

The spiral ladder was close in front of him, and Zhao Haoran stepped up, as if he could still hear the roar of five layers of ancient corpses.

With Zhao Haoran's guidance, everyone's hearts moved and flew to the sarcophagus.

How can the golden corpse agree? Zhao Haoran's disappearance has made him feel very unhappy. This sarcophagus is the reverse scale of the ancient corpse, which must be killed. Neither the Yang Chen brothers nor the rest of the souls can escape the pursuit of the ancient corpse.

The powerful power brought by more than a dozen one-day souls has changed the ancient corpse again, and the hair on the body began to transform, forming a smooth skin. ** The body, if it were not for the dead, it would definitely be mistaken for a normal person.

Mr. Han nodded with satisfaction. The efforts of this trip have not been in vain. This golden rune ancient corpse has turned into an ordinary human appearance. His strength should have been in the early three days. With his magic weapon-like body, I'm afraid that three-day soul people can rarely kill it.

"Ancient corpse, I helped you devour so many souls. When I go up to catch Sima Feng, everything will be complete." Mr. Han smiled and wanted to step into the sarcophagus.

"Roar" the ancient corpse instantly flashed in front of Mr. Han and blocked his footsteps.

"You beast, I will help you get out of trouble. The owner of this exquisite pagoda has already died, and your task has disappeared. There is no need to guard it anymore. I want to see what magic power my good master has left behind." Mr. Han spoke with a sense of hatred.

The ancient corpse did not move, still standing in front of Mr. Han, roaring with threats. It felt that it was not the opponent of the person in front of it, but its instinct still did not forget that it was his responsibility to guard the entrance.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Han's pupils shrank slightly, "It seems that you are still loyal to him. In this case, I might as well accept you earlier. The boy named Sima Feng has only been cultivated for a day, and he can't do anything."

As soon as he opened his mouth and spit, the dark green corpse came. Mr. Han seemed to be very afraid and dodged in a moment. Knowing Mr. Han's intention, how could the ancient corpse make him happy? The offensive was like the wind, and Mr. Han, who was injured, also fell into a passive for a moment.

This is the sixth floor of the Linglong Pagoda. After half a column of incense, no one chased him. Zhao Haoran relaxed a little, but it was better to find a way out earlier. I don't know why Mr. Han was blocked, but he will catch up sooner or later.

Unlike other places, this sixth floor is extremely luxurious. The small place is full of all kinds of precious jewelry. The night pearls are decorated the whole room, and there are screens made of a few jade in the middle. Such a spectacular screen may only be treasured in the palace of mortals.

Behind is a bed carved from the skeleton of an unknown alien beast. Although I don't know what kind of beast it is, it can be felt from the breath that it has not dissipated for countless years.

The bed board was actually connected with soul crystals, which was too luxurious. Zhao Haoran accepted it rudely.

The pendant in front of the bed is a deep-sea pearl, which is the size of a fist, but it is not very practical.

It seems that the owner of the fairy mansion is still a strong man who enjoys it. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, but he is still dead. Even if he is as strong as the true king of Dayan, he can't escape the fate of death. Zhao Haoran is suddenly confused about how long the road of the soul.

At the beginning of practice, it was for revenge, but now it still failed to destroy the Lishan faction. Instead, it was chased to Huang Moxing and had been in a confused state for Haiya. It was not until she blocked the fatal blow for Zhao Haoran that she suddenly understood a lot.

patted his head, and Zhao Haoran laughed at himself. He didn't know when he would go back. He'd better find a way to get out of trouble.

The strength of the one-day soul is also a figure who can dominate one side, but it is far worse than that of Mr. Han.

Taking out the doll, Zhao Haoran picked it up when no one was paying attention, but he didn't know how to use it. This was a big trouble.

Unfortunately, those dead souls can't escape, and all of them have gone to the abdomen of the golden corpse. Otherwise, Peng Daoren's memory can be extracted. It seems that this demon doll can only be a waste in a short time.

His powerful Zhao Haoran witnessed it with his own eyes that if Peng Daoren hadn't died at the hands of Mr. Han soon, I'm afraid the devil could continue to be powerful.

is ordinary. Zhao Haoran really can't think of anything that can describe the sixth floor of the exquisite pagoda, and even the entrance is not hidden. He has no choice but to go up and always has to find a way out of the pagoda.

It's still a light curtain. Zhao Haoran was curious. He didn't know what means Mr. Han used to make the first few layers of light curtains lose their effect. Maybe the latter layers of light curtains could not stop him. Thinking of this, Zhao Haoran did not dare to delay.