Chapter 329 If there is kindness, revenge must be returned.

Escape, Qushanhe came up with such an idea. If he put it a few breaths before, he would still think that it was just a joke. With the cultivation of refining the soul into beads, there is no problem in sweeping the whole soul martial arts continent.

But this seemingly absurd idea has become a choice he must make. Zhao Haoran is not only the growth of cultivation, but also trapped in the illusion of the beginning of the world. Not only did he fail to kill smoothly, but there was an unexpected change, which he really couldn't figure out.

The spirit of the golden-winged roc was greatly refreshed. His master, Zhao Haoran, was indeed not a simple person. From his unwillingness at the beginning to his willingness later, he has now become a kind of admiration. With his almost the same cultivation, he fought against an unimaginable powerful enemy.

"Zhao Haoran, I will not let you go. As long as you are in the soul martial arts mainland for a day, you will not be at peace." Eight mountains and rivers are combined, and his split has reached the limit.

The body flashed, and I don't know how many thousands of feet it has crossed. The breath disappeared, and the golden-winged roc spread its wings. This is really a good time to perform.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and said, "Don't chase it."

The golden-winged Dapeng is a little puzzled. Qushanhe is already the end of the crossbow. Why not take advantage of the situation to kill it?

Only Zhao Haoran knows best that he is an empty shelf at this moment. If Qu Shanhe hadn't retreated timidly, it would be difficult to predict who would win or lose.

The pure white power of faith is much better than the healing effect of soul power. It constantly repairs wounds and always gives people an unfathomable image.

Where does the power of these beliefs come from?

Just now, Zhao Haoran had no time to take care of it, but at this time, it should be traced back to its origin. Even if it is a good thing, it is impossible to come inexplicably.

Zhao Haoran never believes in such a good thing as pie falling from the sky. All the gains come from hard work, and the divine spirit follows the power of faith.

seemed to have entered a huge whirlpool. Zhao Haoran secretly shouted that he wanted to break free, but it was too late. The strong tearing force dragged his consciousness into a colorful world.

Zhao Haoran did not panic, but closely guarded his divine consciousness to avoid any harm and curiosity to kill people. He didn't expect that the source of faith was so strange. Where would he take him?

In the time of half-pillar incense, Zhao Haoran found himself as if he was in a wonderful object. The endless power of faith kept appearing and being absorbed by himself. Below, countless people worshipped him.

Zhao Haoran was not in a hurry and looked at it carefully. It doesn't matter. How can he be a green man?

The long-bearded elder knelt in the front and finally meditate on something. He floated with the pure white power of faith and flew to Zhao Haoran's place.

Observing himself again, Zhao Haoran found that it was a statue, which was vividly carved. It was him who had a confident and arrogant look in his eyes. His hands naturally drooped, and there was no special movement, but it gave rise to a feeling of greatness.

"Long-bearded elder?" Zhao Haoran tried to call him with his divine consciousness, and the situation at this moment was really wonderful.

The elder's obvious body shook, with a suspicious look on his face, and his eyes swept around, as if he were looking for something.

Zhao Haoran smiled. He knew that the divine consciousness was effective and was not restricted.

"Ear Elder, I'm right in front of you. I'm Zhao Haoran."

The long-bearded elder is sure that he is not wrong this time. Everyone's breath is different. He can easily judge from his divine consciousness that this is Zhao Haoran. How can he not like it?

The green people were surprised to find that the statue emitted a purer divine light than before, and the long-bearded elder looked happy. "Welcome the Lord quickly. He has come!"

"Welcome to the Lord!"

The reverence of tens of thousands of green people from the bottom of their hearts makes the power of faith stronger.

Zhao Haoran was quite helpless. Originally, he didn't want to disturb these green people, but he didn't expect that the elders said it all as soon as he was excited and couldn't hide.

"I'm back!"

One sentence made the whole green people boil and competed to jump and celebrate. The previous efforts were not in vain. The Holy Lord was out of danger and came back!

"Long-bearded elder, what happened? Why did you all gather here?"

The elder did not dare to hide it and described the matter in detail. Zhao Haoran listened carefully, coupled with some conjectures, and understood a lot in a trance.

No wonder there will be many powerful help. It turns out that they are all green people, but I don't understand why this statue is inextricably linked to him. Obviously, nothing was left before he left, but this statue shows his powerlessness in the face of powerful enemies. Could it be the worship of the green people. Already psychic?

I couldn't figure it out, so I just didn't think about it. After looking at the statue before and after, there was nothing strange at all. Maybe it was because of the green people.

Zhao Haoran found that the three souls and seven souls of the green people who sacrificed did not disappear, but surrounded the statue in a strange way, which seemed to have great attachment, but over time, these three souls and seven souls will eventually die.

"The lives of the green people cannot be sacrificed in vain." Zhao Haoran sighed.

The green people looked excited. Although sacrificing is a voluntary act, they will more or less feel a little uncomfortable. After all, it is never a good thing to watch the people die. Hearing Zhao Haoran's affirmation, the elders with long beard felt that they had died in their place.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Haoran pinched the formula, and a strange space appeared on the statue, just in the position of his shoulder.

Slowly grasped for fear of damaging the three souls and seven souls of those dead. Zhao Haoran's breath was very familiar with the green people. These three souls and seven souls did not lose their will, but quietly observed what happened. It was a little strange for Zhao Haoran's behavior, but very obedient.

Sacrifice is too tragic. Even if the ordinary Japanese soul is dead, he can find a suitable body to be reborn again with three souls and seven souls. It can't be compared with the previous body, but it is much better than death.

The sacrifice burns not only the power of the soul power in the body, but also the three souls and seven souls. It can only be attached to the body of the object of the sacrifice and wait for the smoke to dissipate.

Zhao Haoran has felt the passage of power and sighed. He has created such a vicious method just to increase his strength for a short time, and the power of sacrifice will last for a few sticks of incense.

And those sacrificers have paid the price of their lives and can never be regenerated. If it were not for the emergency, I'm afraid they would not have used this technique.