Chapter 383 in the Brahma Grand Event
"Kill!"
"Spell!"
After the two finals appeared at the same time, Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. Even with such a cultivation, he still had to be affected a lot every time he performed this technique. Fortunately, he could control it. Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine what would cause such consequences.
It's better to use less to kill spells.
Every time Zhao Haoran warns himself like this, but he can't help but use this technique at the critical moment, because he has mastered it since three days of cultivation.
It is easy to handle, powerful and terrible. Now that there is no middle-quality magic power, this killing spell has become the strongest!
The madman was shocked and complained. Compared with the person in front of him, he seemed to be more like a madman. If he didn't take action, he would be extremely fierce and there was no room for reversal.
The jade bottle in Buddha's hand shook violently, like boiling hot water, gurgling, and the willow branches looked more and more green.
Even if he retreats far, the feather boy can still feel the huge power.
A wave was higher than a wave, which made the feather boy's chest stuffy. Fortunately, he left in time, otherwise he would definitely be cut off by these splashing auras everywhere.
Looking at the solemn Buddha, Yu Tong smiled happily, but knew that the distance between them could not be crossed. Because of a person who had never been masked, Yu Tong could only watch from afar, and he could not say the taste in his heart and silently endured it.
The vitality is still a vitality that cannot be described in words.
There is no limit, and there is no extreme reaction. The previous vitality turned into death is just an illusion.
The limit is just the limit that a person can reach. No matter how high his cultivation is, he still can't get rid of the living environment. Even if he is a soul saint, Zhao Haoran has never heard that he can be detached from things.
No one knows where the real limit is, and no one can answer this question.
Zhao Haoran sneered, no matter how powerful you are, you are not as shocked as my magic weapon.
"shocking!"
A shout accompanied by the slightly moist air put all these murderous dead gases in the bag.
In the blink of an eye, the situation turned sharply, and Zhao Haoran's killing spell came to his face. The smelly dead and resentment were sandwiched together, bringing together the great evils of the world, and the golden light on the Buddha's body became dimmed.
In contrast to the feather madman, the magical power exerted by Buddha disappeared inexplicably.
The madman didn't have time to think about it and quickly pinched the formula.
Its speed is amazing, its cultivation is almost instantaneous, but the subtle differences can still determine a person's life and death.
The feather madman is obviously the best. Since the loss of his wife, the only hobby of the feather madman is to fight with others and practice hard.
Many details are beautifully done, including the speed of the magic formula.
Without spending one percent of breath, another Buddha statue rose.
Two Buddha statues appeared at the same time, and Zhao Haoran's heart sank. This person is really not a simple person. In this case, I will give you another journey!
The shock emitted a faint light, and the magic power used by the madman Yu appeared in Zhao Haoran's hands.
Feather's heart is about to jump out. His cultivation is insufficient, but his vision is still there. Obviously, the feather madman is at a disadvantage and clenched his fist. If he grabs the elixir, he will definitely take the strength of the feather madman to a higher level.
He regretted why he didn't do it earlier and wouldn't meet Zhao Haoran. After that, a series of things would not happen.
The feather madman doesn't know what the feather boy is thinking at this moment. Even if he knows, he will only hum coldly, and there is no second possibility.
"Power King Kong Palm!"
The Buddha's body looks extremely bloated, but the speed is not slow at all.
Under the two-way attack of the killing spell and his magic power, Yu smiled and suddenly slapped it, which seemed to form an independent world and tolerated everything in front of him.
Zhao Haoran smiled, and such strength was obviously insufficient.
The magic power contained in the shock alone is enough to break the power of the feather madman.
He was slightly stunned and didn't seem to expect to lose so quickly.
"Kill!" The cold light flashed in Zhao Haoran's eyes, and the world of the soul is so cruel. If he is released today, it is difficult to guarantee that it is not himself who will die tomorrow. Indulging the enemy is equivalent to suicide.
Death spread, and when Yu smiled and his old power was exhausted and the new power was not enough, he was caught off guard.
"Friend, stop!"
The shouts in the distance are from far to near, and the first word and the last word are even thousands of miles away.
Zhao Haoran frowned. This person is definitely a master.
A slender ribbon grabbed Yu's smile and directly let him get rid of Zhao Haoran's magical power, but only in the blink of an eye, Zhao Haoran met at such a terrible speed for the first time.
It is not a soul saint, but the cultivation of refining the soul into beads. Even on Mercury with many strong people, such cultivation is enough to be called a strong man.
"The head." Two voices shouted out.
It turned out to be the head of Hua Yanzong. Zhao Haoran looked at him, dressed as a monk and a pair of big bare feet. He was very strange and looked at this person warily.
Zhao Haoran thought at the bottom of his heart that if the madman Yu joins hands with this person, I'm afraid it will be really difficult to deal with. This person is too fast, and his cultivation surpasses him, and it is not easy to escape.
Refining the soul into beads and mastering the rules is not an empty word. No matter how he lives, Zhao Haoran is just a cultivation of transforming yuan into one. He inexplicably touched the threshold of the rules, but compared with these old monsters, he is still far worse.
They can escape from the pursuit of the one-eyed king deacon and Huang Fuxiong, which can be said to rely on their ignorance of their magical power.
If you do it again, I'm afraid it won't be so easy.
Deacon Wang tried his best. Even if he couldn't kill Zhao Haoran, he was seriously injured, and the next thing was even more difficult.
Zhao Haoran is confident, but not proud. He is well aware of his strengths and weaknesses. If it is really compared with the cultivation of refining souls into beads, it is still much worse.
"This friend is a good way." The head of Hua Yanzong was not in a hurry to take action, but paused for a moment and greeted Zhao Haoran with a smile.
It seems to be an old friend I haven't seen for many years, and the close expression is almost hallucinating.
Zhao Haoran said coldly, "The people of your family are not weak."
"You..." The madman Yu burned at one point, and he couldn't hear the irony in this sentence.
The barefoot leader raised his hand and stopped the feather madman. Throughout Hua Yanzong, I'm afraid that only this leader can control the feather madman.
"Laughing, dare to be a great name."
"Zhao Haoran."
The barefoot leader thought for a few times, "disrespectful, I should be a few years older than Zhao's younger brother. If you don't mind, just call me brother."
"I can't afford it." Zhao Haoran showed no mercy. Why does a soul man who refines his soul into beads need to give him a good face? This matter is strange everywhere. The closer he is, the more repulsive he is.
The barefoot leader laughed twice, "In Xia Yewen, the head of Hua Yanzong, these days coincided with the grand event of my Brahma. Each sect will invite some scattered strongmen to participate, during which you can exchange magic weapons, which can be said to be a grand event, and there are other benefits. If you are interested, I can help introduce them. "
Zhao Haoran's heart moved and showed a thoughtful look.
Ye Wen continued, "Zhao Xiaodi, don't get me wrong. I just like to make friends. If I'm not interested, I will never force it."
I have to say that Ye Wen is really good at observing words and colors, but when he exposed a little, he felt it.
"Brother Ye invited me affectionately, so I can't say if I refuse again."
Zhao Haoran and Ye Wen smiled at each other, which was brighter than the noon sun in the sky. As for what they thought in their hearts, only they knew.