Chapter 228 Holy Lord

The overlapping space did not play a role in front of the thin index finger, and it was gently clicked.

There was a crisp sound, and everything turned into nothing. It was just a moment. Zhao Haoran's expression changed greatly and he had never seen such a powerful magic power.

No wonder even the Fengyue Hall does not dare to provoke the Green clan. It has not seen the strongest rune power of the Green clan in the rumor at all. This kind of magic power has been powerful among the soul people who have cultivated for three days.

Elder Changxu has another idea in his heart. Zhao Haoran is really too strange. According to his idea, he should extract his soul and get what the owner of Fengyue Hall wants to find, which is also gone.

After living for a thousand years, I am well-informed, and I have never heard that the cultivation can be upgraded from February to the second day in the time of half a column incense. If these terrible soul art owners say that they have no other skills, I'm afraid fools will not believe that the greens are strong and domineering, but most of them are ordinary green people.

Just like the mortal world, it does not have the strength of those who resist the soul. With Zhao Haoran's strength first, if there is no way to take it quickly, it is likely to bring a huge disaster to the whole green clan.

This move is the strongest magic power of the long-bearded elder. Zhao Haoran can't help it with eight palms, so he doesn't hide his privacy at all.

Zhao Haoran's face was solemn and took a deep breath. He could see a lot of soul power with his naked eyes. The strength of the eight palms obviously had the strength of the three-day soul. There was no way to fully believe what the scholar in white said. He was just hearsay that the real strength division of the green people would not be like that. So simple.

If he really has twelve palms, it is impossible to measure how strong he is.

The Linglong Sevenqiao Tower appeared in front of the world for the first time. It was simple and unpretentious, but it seemed dignified.

The long-bearded elder's eyes showed an extremely surprised look, "Where did you get this thing?"

When the distance is far away, it still feels a little vague. In front of him, Zhao Haoran feels more and more familiar. There is also a delicate ring on it, which is similar to the ring he got in the wilderness.

This index finger does not seem to be condensed with soul power at all. The folds of the lower half of the finger can be clearly seen. It should be an elderly strong man, but this makes Zhao Haoran even more curious about what kind of person can use a strong man's fingers to display magical powers. Such a big hand can't be put in the past. Imagine.

It seems to be the breath from the endless era. Zhao Haoran can feel that the owner of this index finger should still be alive, and the magic power is elusive. Zhao Haoran feels that he just touched a fur and knows why, and he can't understand the reason for a while.

"Receed!"

Zhao Haoran pinched the formula, and there was a strong suction in the Linglong Sevenqiao Tower. The original An's fingers trembled slightly, and this change did not escape Zhao Haoran's eyeball.

The Linglong Sevenqiao Tower is a rare treasure, but Zhao Haoran has only learned the formula of receiving people. The limit is too large. If he is a soul stronger than himself, he dare not try it at all. In case of failure, the power of counterattack can seriously injure him. It has always been useless, but now it is a little different.

This index finger is not about strength, but just a part of the body of a strong man. If you can really enter the pagoda, you must find a way to study it. There must be something special about this strange magic power.

"What?" Suddenly, the sky was clear and clear. The long-bearded elder withdrew his magical power, and the eight palms withdrew behind his back, with an incomprehensible respect.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. Was he afraid that the magic power would be collected by the pagoda?

This is the only possibility.

"Where did you get this?" The elder asked a question for the second time.

Zhao Haoran looked at the exquisite seven-qiao tower in his hand and frowned, "No comment."

The palm gently tapped on the pagoda. The behavior of the long-bearded elder was really strange. Suddenly, he stopped the offensive and asked about the origin of the exquisite seven-qiao tower. It looked like he wanted to ask a question, which was really confusing.

The long-bearded elder stared straight at the two rings on Zhao Haoran's palm, without hiding the shock in his expression.

"Holy Lord!" The long-bearded elder knelt to the ground and bowed respectfully, looking excited.

Zhao Haoran did not lose his judgment because of the behavior of the long-bearded elder. What the hell is going on?

According to his strength, there is no need to use this method to win his trust. Even if it is a positive competition, I'm afraid it is difficult to say who will win or lose. Now that without the support of magical powers, Zhao Haoran still has no good soul skills to compete with the three-day soul.

What's more, a strong man with the cultivation of an elder with a long beard is more important than his dignity than many things. How can he kneel and kowtow to an enemy? There is any inside story that can't be known for a while.

"It's not wrong to break into my green clan and kill you."

Zhao Haoran looked around alertly. This man's cultivation was even better than that of the long-bearded elder. Unexpectedly, he could not judge where the other party's voice came from. His divine attainments had surpassed him.

At this time, Zhao Haoran found that he used to sit in the well and watch the sky. He thought that the strength of his divine consciousness was unmatched, but he didn't expect that he was frustrated everywhere when he entered the buried wilderness.

"Do not be rude, this is the Lord."

"Well, long beard, you are also confused. The Holy Lord has abandoned us for a long time. This man just inadvertently got the magic weapon of the Holy Lord. Naturally, he will take back what belongs to our green clan."

Zhao Haoran suddenly understood that this exquisite seven-qiao tower is the most proud magic weapon of the divine operator. These green people should have a close relationship with the divine operator.

Zhao Haoran doesn't care about the Holy Lord or something, but how can his magic weapon tolerate other people's bad intentions, "Taobao? Then it depends on whether you have this ability.

"In my green territory, you are the first soul to dare to speak nonsense." A man in a black robe appeared not far behind the long-bearded elder. He couldn't see what he looked like.

If it weren't for the exposed green palm, there would be no way to distinguish him from the soul.

Zhao Haoran's eyes closed slightly, and the man's strength could not be seen through, but the dangerous atmosphere spread, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

The long-bearded elder stood up suspiciously and obviously was also skeptical of his words.