Chapter 325 Under the Power of Faith
"You will pay for their death." Zhao Haoran is not a murderous person, let alone a group of insignificant little people, but at an extraordinary moment, he must take extraordinary action.
The green-robed man of the Wudang School did not say anything, but a sharp blade straight into the red eyes of the mountains and rivers. He could sense that the power of the curved mountains and rivers seemed to be gathered on the two eyes, and this strange phenomenon only appeared in the dark soul.
Qushanhe smiled evilly at the man in green robes, and suddenly countless people in black robes, with strong breath, instantly drowning the man in green robes.
"Xiao Bai, save people."
The two now belong to an alliance, which is far from the opponent of Qushanhe. A large part of the reason for achieving such great results is the containment of the green-robed man. If he was brutally poisoned, Zhao Haoran dared not think about it.
Xiaobai is a spirit beast and a spiritual beast with the same cultivation. The means of attack is still very simple, but the effect is amazing.
A white bubble directly opened a way out, and the fierce sword spirit of the green-robed man came out. The white light shone on the whole sky, and the black-robed people who were strong and dry disappeared.
In this short period of time, the breath of Qushan River climbed again, as if it had completely digested the devoured soul of the sun, and the eight Qushan Rivers became powerful regardless of each other.
Zhao Haoran can't guess how long the split can last, but according to his cultivation, it can support an hour, and the split of Qushanhe can exist for less than an hour, and it is not feasible to delay the time.
That's the only way left. Kill him. Without a split, his strength will be weak.
Zhao Haoran has always believed that Qushanhe is the cultivation of refining souls into beads, but now it doesn't seem to be the case. His cultivation is strong and weak, which can defeat Lanhaizong's soul refining into pearls, but he has struggled to support it in the face of the green-robed man and Zhao Haoran.
This strange phenomenon is puzzled. Perhaps only by killing him can he know the mystery.
"Everything should be over, and then it will become my food." Eight Qushanhe opened their mouths at the same time, and there was no gap in the sound. This is the strength of the dark soul splitter. All eight of them are real and fake at the same time.
"Not necessarily." Zhao Haoran pinched the formula.
Kill the spirit!
The magic power of the strongest from the southern sea reappeared, and the murder contained in the drizzle made the eight Qushan Rivers tighten their eyebrows. This fantasy-like situation made the souls below stared in a daze.
This magic power may not be useful for those dark souls in black robes without intelligence, but it is a fatal threat to Qushan River with profound cultivation.
The body of the soul can't be compared with the dark soul, but everything in the world can't be perfect. Their spiritual strength is still worse than that of the soul. The magic power is to directly kill the three souls and seven souls. For the dark soul with weak consciousness, it can be called fatal damage.
"Forbid!"
"Forbid!"
“...”
The eight mountains and rivers seem to use some strange rhythm, and each sound seems to hit his heart. Xiaobai is in front of Zhao Haoran, and he can feel the power that is unparalleled.
The soul refining and pearl cultivation of Qushan River is back!
The man in green robe leaned recently, his face turned pale in an instant, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he slowly landed on the ground.
Zhao Haoran felt that the terrible power could not be countered by his current strength at all. This is no longer what the strength of his will can resist.
Complete suppression can kill him with only one blow. Under this life-and-death crisis, Zhao Haoran broke out all his potential.
Because his cultivation is too weak, he is only a demigot power, and he can't fully exert the power of killing magic power.
In the distant Huangmoxing, the long-bearded elder looked at the statue of the Holy Lord in the residence of the Green people and sighed very much. Now that the whole Huangmo Star has lost its separation layer, countless lives have been extinguished. Listening to Zhao Haoran's green people living in a simple life, he has indeed got the hope of continuing to live in Huangmoxing.
Every day, the compulsory course of the green people is to worship the statue. Now the statue seems to be spiritual and emits a slight white light, which makes the green people even more convinced. The legend of the Holy Lord is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Suddenly, the statue began to be uneasy and turbulent. It seemed that something big was going to happen. The long-bearded elder turned pale with fear. This is the spiritual pillar of the whole green clan. Whatever the reason, Zhao Haoran's accident was definitely not what they wanted to see.
"Go and gather the people and pray for the Lord." Without the restrictions of the divine operator, the strength of the long-bearded elder advanced by leaps and bounds, and the shout resounded through half of the green camp.