Chapter 338 Waiting for Death

He looked again and saw that the big print of Kwai Shui had been touched. Looking at the direction of the starting emperor, he knew that he must have met the unlucky man of the starting emperor.

He couldn't help laughing secretly. Fortunately, Emperor Qidian met him. Otherwise, if he changed, I'm afraid he would have to fall on the big seal of the sunflower water.

Qidian Emperor, Yan Hao was the last one, so he was not in a hurry, so he turned his eyes to several other immortal masters.

Now that he has reached the Xianyuan period, his thoughts and eyes have become more restrained. In this way, it will not be easy for him to attract others to notice.

When I looked at the starting emperor just now, it was the best proof. Because it did not attract the attention of the starting emperor.

The other five people should be said to be more suitable for the other five groups, because there are two pairs of people, both of which are two people, and the other three are single.

In the combination of the two, Yan Hao also wanted to put it back and looked at the three single masters. Only then did I find that the three people, each with profound cultivation, had five immortals, and the other two had six immortals and seven immortals. One is better than the other.

Yan Hao smiled secretly, and his body flashed. Then he took the horizontal knife and sword to the five-fold place of Xianyuan.

In the Wanchao Guixian array, there are three arrays that gather, illusion, sleepy and kill, which are both true and illusion, making people unable to distinguish between true and false. This is the best array.

The five-fold master of Xianyuan is a red-haired old man with neatly combed hair. He is also wearing a fiery red robe, his face is like a heavy date, and his eyes are like a sharp knife. His whole body is red. Coupled with the faint blood light from his body, he can see that he is a fierce character at a glance.

These masters are definitely not unknown. They must be ranked in 3,000 worlds, but Yan Hao has not paid attention to these, but he can't recognize them.

Yan Hao has put good and evil aside. Because these are all people who are threatening his life. Since the fairyland has ordered to kill him, these people are all his enemies.

If Yan Hao now shows his identity in front of the red-haired old man, he doesn't have to think about it, and he knows that the red-haired old man will definitely show no mercy.

Not only the red-haired old people will not show mercy, but everyone here will not show mercy. In the eyes of these people, Yan Hao is much more valuable than this treasure.

It's just that Yan Hao was haunted, and no one could find him, so they all had to gather here.

But if Yan Hao suddenly shows his identity now, it goes without saying that everyone will abandon his treasure and come to him.

Yan Hao touched the red-haired old man with a horizontal knife and sword. Although it was face to face, the red-haired old man was disturbed by the array, so he could not see Yan Hao at all.

just vaguely felt that someone was looking at him. This feeling was so subtle that he didn't know whether it was true or not.

Yan Hao sneered, changed his hand, and shouted softly, "Wan Chao Guixian, change."

With Yan Hao's soft shout, the whole array suddenly changed, and the scene in front of everyone changed. The sea and mulberry fields, time passed, as if they had gone from ancient times to the future in an instant.

"Wanchao returns to immortals, kill."

Yan Hao's magic formula was shot out, and suddenly the killing machine was shrouded in the large array. In an instant, three major killing machines started and killed the three parties.

Yan Hao focused on taking care of the red-haired old man in front of him. The ice thorns falling from the sky stabbed him, and the roots were unpredictable.

These ice thorns are all ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing refined by Yan Hao's five-eun arts and sunflower elites, which are more powerful than the sharpest flying sword and harder than the strongest Xuanmu titanium steel.

If you add a little ten thousand years of black ice when building a flying sword, the quality of the flying sword will be improved by several levels.

Now, Yan Hao uses these pure ten thousand years of black ice to condense into huge ice thorns to fight against the enemy.

If this is seen by an ordinary alchemist, he will be so angry that he will spit blood and die.

But there was no reluctance in Yan Hao's eyes. The speed of the ten thousand years of Xuanbing flew quickly, and hundreds of them fell in an instant, all of which fell towards the red-haired old man.

The red-haired old man's face condensed slightly, and he quickly turned his hand over. A force of time wrapped the ice thorns, and the speed of the ice thorns fell suddenly slowed down.

But so many ten-thousand-year-old black ice thorns have fallen with great power. How powerful it is. Although the red-haired old man used his power to slow down the ice thorns down, the impact is imaginable.

The red-haired old man's face became more red in an instant, just like drinking dozens of pounds of liquor, redder than the fiery red robe on his body.

"It's not enough. I'll give you more strength."

Yan Hao hid in the dark and also used the power of time to wrap hundreds of black ice thorns.

Just when the two forces of time collided with each other, with a bang, hundreds of black ice thorns fell down together, and the momentum was a few minutes faster than the beginning.

It turned out that Yan Hao's power of time was much stronger than that of the red-haired old man. In this comparison, the red-haired old man suddenly fell behind. These black ice thorns were accelerated by the power of Yan Hao's time, and the speed naturally soared.

The red-haired old man had a look of despair in his eyes, and he had no time to hide, but his body was smashed into pieces by the hundreds of ice thorns. Only one yuan god escaped from inside.

But as soon as the gend escaped, he met a black spear and penetrated his body in an instant.

"It turns out that you hide in the dark and plotted on me. It's despicable."

After seeing Yan Hao, the red-haired old man immediately scolded angrily.

Yan Hao didn't care and said with a smile, "Remember, my name is Yan Hao."

"Yan Hao? Are you Yan Hao?"

The red-haired old man shouted, but his voice could not be heard at all. His yuan god became weaker and weaker, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is the trap you set, just to trap us."

Yan Hao smiled and said, "You are not stupid, but it's too late to understand. What? Only you are allowed to kill me, but not me to kill you?"

The red-haired old man said in a weak voice: "I have long heard that you are tricky and bold. You are a genius in my 3,000 world that has not been born for millions of years. Today, I knew that this statement was really true. How dare you to make such a big array and attract so many masters? With this courage, you also deserve such an evaluation. It's not wrong for me to die in your hands.

"Death is not necessarily a good thing. After a hundred years, you will no longer suffer from the world. You don't need to look at other people's faces and be relieved."

Yan Hao's voice is magnetic, as if to comfort the injured soul of the red-haired old man.

The red-haired old man is getting weaker and weaker, but there is a trace of sarcasm on his face: "Why...do you...no...re relief?"

Yan Hao smiled domineeringly and said, "Since the fairyland is going to kill me, I will naturally return it. I can't die before slaughtering the fairyland."

In a peaceful tone, with such domineering words, the red-haired old man's eyes showed shock. At this moment, he felt that he had really lived worse than pigs and dogs before, and finally felt that death was really relieved. He spat out the last sentence with difficulty: "Well said..."

The yuan god of the red-haired old man finally disappeared into the air, and Yan Hao's cultivation broke through again and reached the double of Xianyuan.

Yan Hao's three murders just now were against the red-haired old man, and the other three people, Xianyuan sixfold and Xianyuan sevenfold.

Because of Yan Hao's special care, the red-haired old man's body was directly destroyed by the Xuanbing thorn.

The other two were much better, but they were also embarrassed and consumed a lot of Sheng Yuanli to dodge the murder. However, the combat effectiveness has also declined sharply.

Yan Hao took this opportunity to appear in front of the two and kill and devour them. Then his cultivation reached the triple of Xianyuan.

With the continuous improvement of his cultivation, Yan Hao is becoming more and more confident. Now he believes that even if he is a fairy in the lower world, he can fight.

Without Yan Hao's obstruction, more than a dozen immortal masters in the great array finally walked out. But it just came out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again.

More than a dozen immortal masters, after this period of cooperation, gradually have some tacit understanding. They have made up their minds to break through together. With their strength, even if they meet the starting emperor, they can fight.

Fully, they also regained their self-confidence, and the fear gradually dissipated, but they did not relax their exploration of the surroundings to prevent the hunter hiding in the dark from killing them unprepared.

But as soon as they returned to the immortals, they were immediately broken.

Yan Hao has been waiting for them to get up. As soon as they came in, Yan Hao ran the change of formation, separated more than a dozen people, and entered his own illusion array.

These more than a dozen people just got together, did not hold hands, and did not ride the same magic weapon, so it was easy to be separated.

As soon as they separated, everyone knew it was not good, and the fear was fascinating.

They are worthy of being masters of the Xianyuan period. They entered a state of readiness in the shortest time, with 360 degrees all over their bodies, and they will not let go of every dead corner.

Everyone's magic weapon has been taken out and protected from being attacked.

They are well aware of the power of the hunter hiding in the dark. The dozen bodies remind them that there is a person in the dark who can treat them as pigs and sheep that can be slaughtered at will. Just as they once slaughtered monks with lower cultivation than them, now such scenes have come twice, but they have now become prey.

Among these more than a dozen monks, Xianyuan one and two still account for the majority.

For such a person, it is no longer useful for Yan Hao.

So Yan Hao took advantage of the array and quietly walked to them and reduced these people to servants with the spirit of ambush.

Sight, Yan Hao had ten more servants of the Xianyuan period, and they were loyal and could die for him at any time.

The remaining few practitioners are above the third period of Xianyuan, and Yan Hao doesn't need much effort to clean up. But he was not in a hurry to kill them.

But observe their every move in the dark.