Chapter 146 Blocked

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Like a big bird flying in the air, Yichen suddenly stopped and said, "No, I'm fooled!"

"Brother, what do you say?" Fei Yang stopped his footsteps and asked urgently.

Yichen was so annoyed that he paused in the air and said, "I thought that man was really a master. It was not until he ran so far that he didn't catch up that he suddenly realized that guy was a fake!"

Feiyang heard what his brother meant and opened his mouth and said, "Brother, do you mean... He is not an invincible master of the realm of refining gods? It's impossible. Anything else can be faked, but the spiritual power can't be faked!"

"This is exactly what I don't understand! That guy is really strange. Either he has a heavy treasure or his practice is extremely magical. No matter what, it is immeasurable. Let's chase it! Be sure to catch that man!" Yichen shouted in a low voice and turned to fly back.

As early as when Yichen and Feiyang had just escaped, Wang Hao immediately withdrew his spiritual strength, the purple light shrank, and the Haoran sword had returned to the sheath. He took a few steps into the dense forest.

The split stood on the head of the dead snake and said, "I, why didn't you kill those two humans just now? Especially the human who has awakened his soul, I need a lot of awakened souls to improve my strength!"

Some information came from his own place, and Wang Hao knew some mysteries of the split practice.

This strange split that named itself Nether has a cultivation equivalent to the realm of refining gods, and its strength is unfathomable. His soul has a mysterious mark, which relies entirely on negative energy such as death to cultivate. However, as he wants to continue to evolve as he becomes stronger, he needs more advanced death energy.

The energy generated by ordinary people's death has little effect on the underworld. If he wants to break through again, it is best to hunt a large number of practitioners or monsters in the realm of refining gods, so as to obtain extremely advanced death energy to help it continue to evolve.

And he can also get a large number of awakened souls. Every time he gets an awakened soul, the underworld can use mysterious 'dead transformation' spells to transform the awakened soul into a fire and create monsters such as death snakes.

The dead giant snake retains some of its habits, abilities and thinking when it is alive, and can still be cultivated and strengthened. If the underworld creates thousands of such monsters and forms a large army to sweep them in, no matter how powerful the character is, they will have to hate.

Through the information transmitted, Wang Hao knows that the underworld has several magical power: curse, life harvest, summoning, undead transformation, death canopy, etc. After thinking about it, Wang Hao found that he had seen the first four, and each spell magic power was really very good, but the underworld was muddle-headed and could not play these spells at all.

For example, the curse seems simple, but a slight change can form a completely different effect, such as making people weak, frightened, weak, weak, etc. If it takes mental thinking, it can definitely evolve some terrible and even horrible effects, hurting people invisible and making people worse than death.

However, among these spells, only the death canopy is the most anticipated. This is a non-aggressive spell, but it is extremely magical. Once refined, the underworld will undergo an extremely magical transformation and infinitely improve its strength.

If you want to refine the canopy of death, you need a large number of awakened souls and even infinite death vitality and other strange things. Just now, you suddenly saw Yichen, a master of practice in the realm of refining gods. The ghost can't wait to rush out immediately and harvest the soul, just because of Wang Hao's appointment. I don't dare to mess with you.

Wang Hao quickly warned Netherworld not to hurt others indiscriminately. One person and two monsters left and went in the opposite direction of Yichen. Not long after, two winds sounded, and Yichen and Feiyang appeared here. At the sight of the empty ground, they shouted at the same time, "It's really a fake, chasing!"

The two carefully searched for the traces of the ground and flew all the way, but more than ten miles, they had already sensed the faint fluctuation of vitality in front of them, and suddenly accelerated their speed.

At this time, Wang Hao also felt the movement behind him and shouted in his heart: "Come so fast! The body of the dead snake is too big, and it is very difficult to leave a trace. It seems that we have to do it!" He pulled his body upside down, shot into the air, stood in the air, and waited for the enemy to come.

As soon as he saw Yichen's flying face, Wang Hao suddenly shouted angrily, "Okay, what does your Hengshan faction mean? Uncle, I'm too lazy to argue with you. How dare you pester? Do you really want to die?

"Where did you come from? How dare you play us! Brother, give me the array and wait for me to take this boy!" Feiyang got angry from his heart and hurriedly said something, shaking his sleeves dozens of meters apart and covering Wang Hao's head.

In an instant, there are sleeve shadows on all sides, with layers of ups and downs, that is, as strong as a mountain, and a continuous river.

Yichen nodded repeatedly and sighed: "My brother's 'sleeve dance universe' is becoming more and more exquisite. It seems that he is very close to the promotion of the realm of refining gods, and our Hengshan school will have another master of the realm of refining gods. It's really gratifying!" He looked very gratified.

Wang Hao was shocked. He didn't expect that the sleeves of his flying clothes were all magic weapons, let alone that the other party would be so powerful when he waved his sleeves. With a competitive heart, Wang Hao did not show his sword, and instantly made many moves: the divine tiger roared in the sky, the evil tiger pounced on food, and the black tiger stole the heart............

After only a moment of fight, Wang Hao was forced to be embarrassed by layers of sleeve shadows. The magic tiger formula obtained from Brother Hu could not be used. After two more moves, Wang Hao was staggered by the sleeve shadow and suddenly became full of flaws.

This sleeve dance universe is a famous stunt. After decades of practicing the magic power, Wang Hao has not used several times to deal with it. Of course, he can't get any benefits. Wang Hao's flaws were just revealed, and Feiyang had seized the opportunity. He came out with his sleeves and covered them from afar. His sleeves flew out and became extremely great, and he was about to take Wang Hao in.

"It's not good!" Wrapped in the sleeves covered from all sides, Wang Hao even had some difficulty breathing. Suddenly, he patted his waist, purple electricity flashed, and Haoran's sword gently cut, tearing away layers of gas, and finally stabbed on the sleeves.

This sleeve seems ordinary, but it is a boutique in the magic weapon. It is called Qiankun sleeve. It is as heavy as a mountain with a slight wave. If the cultivation is enough, even a mountain peak will be swept out, but it is easily resisted by Wang Hao and scolded angrily: "Little bastard..."

Without waiting to finish, Wang Hao had already encouraged mana into the Haoran sword, and saw the purple light flourishing, and the vast sword spirit rushed out and split around. Don't say anything, even the sleeves of the universe were broken.

Feiyang didn't have time to regret it. A sword spirit had been stabbed in his head. He was so scared that he desperately urged mana to protect his body, but his body protection was as fragile as paper under the sword.

Seeing that Feiyang was about to be pierced by Wang Hao's sword, Yichen finally couldn't help raising his hand and unexpectedly a bolt from the blue sky. The earthquake shook. Wang Hao flew dozens of meters on the spot and fell to the ground and spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood in a row.

After a long time, Wang Hao finally came to his senses and tried to suppress the thunder that was still echoing in his mind, but he was shocked. He didn't know what method the other party had just used was so horrible.

At this time, Feiyang laughed and said, "Brother, it's good to be a 'palm thunder'. With this skill, senior brother is enough to be a hero!" Just now, he almost died in the hands of Wang Hao, but in an instant, he saw that his enemy had fallen into a more miserable appearance than himself, and he was very happy.

Don't you know that Wang Hao's body is extremely strong, and no matter how serious the injury is, he has recovered for a moment. Yichen and Feiyang were about to take Wang Hao, but they were blocked by Haoran's sword for a moment. Wang Hao had already recovered from his injury and suddenly jumped out and shouted, "The soul is killing!"

In an instant, all his essence, qi and spirit were infinitely condensed into one point, condensed on the tip of Haoran's sword, and a gorgeous and deadly purple light flashed. Haoran's sword had touched Yichen's skin, and the next moment it was about to pierce his head.

"No..." Yichen never thought that his opponent still had such a fierce means that he could not avoid it and could only close his eyes and wait to die.

The two sides fought for only a moment in total. Especially when they fought with Yichen, they only made one move and had to die separately, which was absolutely extremely dangerous.

At this time, he could kill Yichen, but Wang Hao's face changed and suddenly stabbed back and stabbed behind the empty body.