Chapter 211 The Power of Magic

Japanese soul people can communicate directly by relying on their divine consciousness, which is generally very safe, unless the other party's divine consciousness can more than double that of him.

I'm afraid he can't estimate how strong Zhao Haoran's consciousness is, but all the conversations between these Japanese souls spread to his ears without omission. It turned out that this person was called Sai Banxian.

The name is so proud that it can be seen that there is still some strength. Zhao Haoran looks indifferent, as if the opposite is not an enemy worth taking action, but a cat and dog next door, which does not require much effort to solve the opponent.

Sai Banxian was a little uneasy. He opened his bow and did not look back. Moreover, he has a strong confidence in his soul art. In the wilderness for so many years, he has not seen this character. It should have just arrived. It is best to use it for Liwei. Originally, he only thought he was a soul man who had no intention to break in, but now it seems to be over. That's not the case at all.

"Open!"

The sky is covered with a layer of dark clouds, and when the Japanese soul person uses soul art, it will cause some visions of heaven and earth. Obviously, the semi-immortal race is by no means an ordinary soul person. Generally speaking, these soul art is the inheritance soul art of various sects. It is difficult to obtain without a great opportunity. Relying on landslides and cracks, he can bury bones in this strong man. The wilderness occupies a place.

The land under his feet suddenly trembled. Zhao Haoran narrowed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking about. The Japanese souls nearby dodged a distance. Although the divine consciousness was virtual, it would still be traumatized under the strong aura fluctuation. There was no need to hurt the consciousness for a little curiosity.

A solid mountain appeared in mid-air, which is completely different from the tentative soul art of the semi-immortal competition just now. It covers the sky and the sun, and there seems to be tens of thousands of pounds of heavy pressure within a hundred feet. The trees under his feet all bent down, as if they were surrendering. Only Zhao Haoran still stood upright and was incompatible with the environment around him.

"Get down on your knees!" Sai Banxian gave a break and floated in mid-air. Endless majesty permeated from his side, and the wind around him stopped.

"joke." Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, and there was no doubt that the anger in his eyes was obvious. Since he entered the Blue Sea Sect at the age of more than ten, it has been almost a hundred years. Whether he is proud or depressed, he always adheres to a firm belief in his heart. How can the pressure of the semi-immortal race be shaken?

Sai Banxian's face changed and knew that it could not be delayed any longer. This was already his most powerful moment. After staying for a few more breaths, the pressure will gradually weaken. His fingers changed unprehensively, forming a strange yellow rune, which hit the air. The earth trembled more fiercely, and the unstable trees were uprooted. The mountains in the sky also began to fall crazily.

Zhao Haoran carried his hands on his back and had a trace of understanding. Fortunately, he has not relied on external objects to forcibly improve his realm over the past few years. Just like this high and low forest, only a solid tree can survive safely in such an environment.

The world of soul people is more cruel than nature. It requires not only tallness and uprightness, but also a solid foundation. Without that, it is not enough.

"It's settled!"

This sound has no characteristics. It seems to be just an ordinary conversation, but it makes everyone's hearts tremble.

The space of thousands of feet froze, the earth shaking under his feet stopped, and the peaks above his head also stagnated, but it took a breath, but anyone could see the power of it.

Zhao Haoran nodded with satisfaction. It seems that this soul art is not completely useless. Even if it can only fix the other party's moment, it is enough to do a lot of things. What's more, it is easy to reverse the war situation.

"Whether you win or lose this battle, this middle-aged man must not be provoked. Who can resist this soul skill?"

Several breaths were silent and silent. Obviously, they agreed with the other party's opinion. There are too many soul practitioners in the wilderness, and most of the strong Japanese soul people are also concentrated here, so the closer Japanese souls naturally formed an offensive and defensive alliance, and the semi-immortal itself is strong and does not allow it. Anyone who approaches his place of practice is a little different from the rest.

Sai Banxian's eyebrows were condensed together. He never expected that the cultivation of the ugly man who had no intention to break into his sphere of influence was so good. As soon as he took action, he was extraordinary and could not be left behind. Otherwise, he would have no face to stay in this buried wilderness in the future.

The martial soul slowly emerged. It was a yellow and black martial soul, hanging on the shoulder, emitting a faint light, like a small lantern, very delicate and dexterous.

Zhao Haoran is still the first time to observe the martial soul of Huang Moxing soul at close range, and he is a little surprised. It seems that many theories he knew before are going to be overturned. The world is so big that nothing can be generalized.

"Incarnate tens of millions!"

The faint light from the martial soul of Saibanxian turned to the huge peak in mid-air. It was not himself who incarnated tens of millions, but the unattainable mountain.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "If it's just such a means, I advise you to take advantage of this early and leave your whole body."

"I don't know how thick the sky is." Sai Banxian's face was slightly embarrassed, but he quickly suppressed it. At his level, there were few times when he couldn't control his mood.

Zhao Haoran shook his head and waved his hand, "Fire."

In an instant, two fire dragons appeared and sang up to the sky, tens of millions of mountains collapsed, the sky and the earth returned to Qingming, and the fireballs hit the semi-immortal.

It was like the sun in the sky. In an instant, the green mountains and forests were all turned into wilderness. Sai Banxian could not dodge. He was gently touched and wanted to fly away in a hurry.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. The soul mastering the magic power is much more powerful than the ordinary soul. Nowadays, even if there are more two-day soul people, he can easily deal with it, not to mention a semi-immortal.

This semi-immortal should also fall today. Zhao Haoran thought for a moment, and the semi-immortal has almost been forced into a desperate situation. Once the magic power comes out, who will compete with him?

Zhao Haoran waved his hand gently, and the offensive of the two fire dragons slowed down. Gu Mo appeared in the palm of his hand. Even in the face of the master who had already manipulated him, he still looked fierce.

pinched the magic formula, and the ancient demon's sharp cry seemed to carry some kind of magic, making Sai Banxian's martial soul temporarily dull, which can be seen from his panicked face.

The strength of this semi-immortal competition is also quite good. Zhao Haoran thought about it and decided to make him his first corpse puppet. After the ancient demon formed, the time to survive is limited. If it continues, I'm afraid that he will die directly because there is no host, which will be a bit of a loss.

"Please don't kill me. I'm willing to offer such a treasure for so many years and just ask for a chance to live."

Zhao Haoran didn't pay attention to him at all. These old guys who have lived for thousands of years are cunning to death. Since they want to slap them to death, they must not give them a chance to breathe.

Under the offensive of the two fire dragons, Sai Banxian was unable to stop the devouring of ancient demons, but the time of half a column of incense completely became a puppet and manipulated in Zhao Haoran's hands.

So, Zhao Haoran finally understood why the corpse puppet could practice and master the soul skill. His three souls and seven souls were not dispersed, but were trapped by the ancient demon in a special way. He could only serve the ancient demon. The soul memory in front of him was still there, and naturally he could perform the soul skill.

Sai Banxian's plain and calm face has now completely changed, ferocious and ruthless, and the cold light in his eyes seems to have no end, which is very terrible.

He is already a corpse puppet controlled by ancient demons. Zhao Haoran nodded with satisfaction. It seems that he still needs to find a way to refine more ancient demons in the future. No matter how strong a person's strength is, it is still limited. If he can have a group of powerful corpse puppets as assistants, it will be much more convenient no matter what he does.

After a lot of time, Zhao Haoran was not in a hurry. He stopped and adjusted his breath for half an hour. The breath of those Japanese souls did not go far, and he didn't know what he was hesitating about.

Zhaoran ignored them, but tried to manipulate the corpse puppet. With the soul skill of the scholar in white, he completely controlled the ancient demon, which was somewhat similar to the split. It seemed that he had a pair of eyes and could observe the world from different angles. The ancient demon had his own mind. Even if there was no control, he could be very relaxed. Choose the means against the enemy.

However, if the mind is too high, there are also many disadvantages. If the strength of this corpse puppet really surpasses Zhao Haoran, it is likely to devour its master.

"Senior, I don't know your name, and I can't welcome you from afar. I hope you can forgive me."

Zhao Haoran glanced at him. There were four people who came. The breath emanating from his body was the cultivation of the Japanese soul, and it should be those who had just been secretly observed. It would not be wrong to judge from the breath.

"Dir Zhao Haoran, what can you do for your advice?"

"I dare not," the leader was a middle-aged man, with a fat face, but a little like a businessman in the secular world. "The junior Kong Meng, these people next to him are all latent souls nearby. They want to see when they know that the seniors are coming."

Confucius Meng's eyes intentionally or unintentionally looked at the corpse behind Zhao Haoran, and the awe in his eyes flashed away.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "What? Is it possible to find revenge on me?

Kong Meng smiled and said, "The senior laughed. I and the younger generation admired your cultivation. The semi-immortal self-cultivation is good and unreasonable. Now he has become the subordinate of the predecessor, which is his blessing."

Zhao Haoran didn't know that the Kong Meng and others were really scared. The flying fire dragon was completely different from the soul skills used by ordinary people. They couldn't see the mystery, but they knew that this seemingly ordinary Japanese soul method was really incredible.

Sai Banxian doesn't have much contact with them, but after all, he is a neighbor, and the rabbit is sad. Moreover, Zhao Haoran has been stationed for a long time. It is really unpredictable what he plans to do.

(The power supply is unstable, and it's even later. I will try my best to ensure that it will be updated. As for the missing, I can't say when it can be made up.)