Chapter 212 Wind and Moon Hall

"Why, are you also interested in becoming like him?" Zhao Haoran's lightly words came to the ears of Kong Meng and others, but it was like a bolt from the blue.

Now that there is no ancient demon in hand, Zhao Haoran can't turn the four people into corpse puppets at all, but Confucius Meng obviously doesn't know the mystery in it and smiles, "I'd better continue to practice here. It's really no blessing. I hope you don't blame the seniors."

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and said, "It doesn't matter. I'll leave after a short break. If nothing happens, don't disturb me."

Hearing Zhao Haoran's eviction order, Kong Meng and others couldn't hate to have two feet, arched their hands, and didn't say anything. They were eager to leave. The strong man with profound cultivation had an unpredictable temper. In case the other party changed his mind, they really had no chance at all. There was no doubt about the power of the magic fire, shocking the world and crying, even if Together, Kong Meng and others can't resist it.

Zhao Haoran's status suddenly rose to a higher level.

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Haoran remembered something. With one mouth, the four people's bodies trembled, but they still stopped obediently.

Zhao Haoran smiled secretly in his heart. This is all the pressure of strong strength. If there is any truth in the soul, the respect of the strong is the only one that will never change.

"I don't know what else the seniors have to tell me. I have been waiting for a few people to practice in the wilderness for a long time, and there are quite a few people." Kong Meng turned around and flew back. The other three were still looking in mid-air and did not move.

As soon as Zhao Haoran raised his hand, several bright lights appeared in front of Kong Meng's eyes. These were all the trophies obtained by Zhao Haoran after killing the sun soul. They did not have much effect in his storage bag, but they were not a lot of attraction to these souls who had been potential.

"This is..."

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "You can choose one, just take it as a reward for asking you for the news."

Kong Meng rubbed his hands and said, "How can I be embarrassed? If you have any instructions, just say it."

"Don't talk too much. Tell you to take it." Zhao Haoran's face darkened and a little angry. Kong Meng was shocked. If it aroused the dissatisfaction of the other party, I'm afraid that several people would die.

Kong Meng chose one randomly in the chaos of his mind. These magic weapons are so powerful that they will not fall into the eyes of the sun soul.

Zhao Haoran waved his hand, and the rest of the light flew back to the storage bag. The three people who fell in the distance regretted a little. It seemed that this unknown senior was not as terrible as he thought.

"Do you know the Wind and Moon Valley?"

Confucius nodded, "In a canyon less than ten feet ahead, there are all kinds of spirit beast corpses."

As a person who has just entered the buried wilderness, it is naturally necessary to hear some news from their mouths.

"But..." Kong Meng obviously has some scruples.

"But what?" Zhao Haoran smiled. Sure enough, the magic weapon sent was not in vain. Enwei is the best way. If Confucius and Meng only resent him, some news will definitely not tell the whole truth.

"There is the territory of the Wind and Moon Hall. Did the senior hear the news of the blood coagulation fruit?"

Why did another wind and moon hall emerge? Zhao Haoran frowned. The scholar in white did not mean to be in the blood fruit of Fengyue Valley. With his strength, he really won't know too much news. It seems that the blood fruit is not a secret. Even if it is far away, there are still people who think about it.

"Since you all know this news, why don't you rob it? Predestined people like this should be a little sure with your strength."

Kong Meng's bitter face, "Senior really lifted me up. Things are not as simple as you said. The Wind and Moon Hall occupies the most abundant part of the aura centered on the Wind and Moon Valley. We only dare to practice on the periphery. If we accidentally step into it, we will kill people in an instant."

Zhao Haoran became a little curious, "What kind of school is this Fengyue Hall?"

"Speaking of which, the Wind Moon Hall is not a sect, but it is much more powerful than any sect. The whole Wind Moon Hall is a sun soul. Most of the soul people with profound cultivation in the buried wilderness have been pulled in by them. It can be said that the bone burial wilderness is the strongest power except for the green people."

Zhao Haoran listened carefully and didn't expect the green man to be so powerful, but he didn't interrupt Kong Meng.

"I heard that there are three masters in Fengyue Hall, and the worst cultivation is the peak cultivation of the three-day soul. How can we dare to provoke them easily? If we want to join, we must contribute a lot of treasures. Like four people like us, it is most common to occupy a small piece of land as a hidden place to bury bones in the wilderness." Kong Meng was obviously very dissatisfied with the Fengyue Hall and poured out a bellyful of bitter water.

The soul at the peak of three days!

Zhao Haoran couldn't help thinking of the sword saint and shook the world, as if he were the world. Such a strong man was really too powerful. Unexpectedly, there were at least three people in Fengyue Hall. With his current strength, they were powerless to resist at all.

"Is there any Lord going to the blood clotting fruit this time?"

Kong Meng heard that Zhao Haoran's strength did not reach the peak of three days. He was not the opponent of the three temple masters, but he seemed to be very interested in blood cling fruit. "It is rumored that it took the three temple owners thousands of years to get this blood clotted fruit this time, but only the strong men under the temple masters guarded it, but I haven't heard that there is The Lord went there in person.

Zhao Haoran nodded, "In this case, you can go with me. Without the Lord, I will have nothing to do with you."

Confucius Meng had no choice but to agree. Zhao Haoran could not fully believe in a stranger he had just met. It was the most reliable to tie them to his warship.

The other three were unwilling, but there was no other choice. Zhao Haoran stared at them with cold eyes and killed them without a word. There was no room for negotiation.

Kong Meng has the intention to cause the contradiction between Zhao Haoran and Fengyue Hall, but the news said has not been adulterated. Fengyue Valley is full of aura, more than a hundred times more than the buried wilderness, and the spirits in it are not as blood clotting fruit, but they have no ability to get involved. They can only hope that one day the Wind and Moon Hall will be destroyed.

The five people were divided into two groups. Zhao Haoran walked in front of him, not in a hurry. The five people behind him did not dare to fall, but they did not want to get too close.

I don't know why he stepped into the range of the Fengyue Hall and did not encounter any obstruction. Zhao Haoran walked leisurely, as if he were in his own back garden.

Zhao Haoran simply dispersed his divine consciousness. His cultivation at the beginning of the second day was undoubtedly obvious. Originally, it was such a cultivation, and there was no need to fake it. Even if the soul had a higher cultivation, it was impossible to see any abnormality.

A huge divine consciousness swept by, only paused for a moment, and then disappeared. Zhao Haoran was shocked. This should be one of the masters of the Fengyue Hall. The divine consciousness is so vast and really terrible. Even if it can get the blood cling fruit, it may take a lot of effort to leave safely.

"Huh, did you find me? Forget it, it's just a soul person in the early two days. Let them in as a test. Ten thousand miles away from the Wind and Moon Valley, there is a small island with a radius of 100 feet, with three large halls with a strange structure. Among them, there is a short child sitting in the central hall, and the fierce light in his eyes flashes away.

The four Confucius and Men were still the same, bowing their heads and flying rapidly, without finding any abnormality.

Zhao Haoran took a deep breath. It seems that as Kong Meng said, there should be no participation of the temple master, but it is even more careless. The soul at the peak of three days, if he finds an abnormality, he can quickly come over.

I don't know how the news of blood clots spread. Maybe it came from the Wind and Moon Hall itself. There are dense souls gathered near Fengyue Valley, and their cultivation is uneven, and even nine-star souls. They should follow the elders to join in the fun. I'm afraid that as soon as they step into the buried wilderness, there will be no bones.

Fengyue Valley is surrounded by high cliffs, but it does not seem to be formed naturally. The remains of the spirit beast emit fluorescence. The blood has been solidified on the surface and slowly flowed to the center. An ordinary grass is enjoying the admiration of thousands of people.

It seems that something is wrong. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and acted domineeringly according to Kong Meng's mouth. Such a genius treasure as blood coagulation fruit should be forbidden. No one can get close to it, but now it is a completely different scene.

Zhao Haoran's five-person group did not appear dazzling in the crowd. Many Japanese souls gathered together in twos and threes and watched the situation around them vigilantly.

Not far away, there was a soul man in the early three days. His breath was unconcealed. No one dared to approach him and only dared to watch secretly.

Three-day soul people are all characters who can dominate one side. Even in the buried wilderness where Japanese souls gather, it is an extremely rare existence. Such a strong man is rare to see it. Today, they actually came forward for the blood clotting fruit. It seems that this thing is definitely not so easy to get.

"Elder Zhao, those people are the disciples responsible for guarding the blood condensation fruit in the Fengyue Hall."

Kong Meng quietly pointed with his hand, and Zhao Haoran turned his head and looked over. There were three people in total, almost standing on the periphery. He could barely see what happened in the valley. I don't know when the blood cling fruit would mature. All the people were a little confused. The expression on their faces was anxious or helpless, but they were not as calm as these three people.

"It's almost time."

"Wait a minute, don't worry. Those who want to take advantage of the souls are the most urgent, and don't think that the spiritual objects cultivated by our temple lord can be easily handed over to others."

"Okay, don't talk. It must be safe to spread the sound."

A cold light flashed in Zhao Haoran's eyes. Although the three were cautious, they still exposed some important information. It seems that the news was spread by Fengyue Hall itself, and it is unknown what unspeakable purpose there is.