Chapter 170 Exorcism

With all his strength, he failed to kill the black monster with a sword. Wang Hao was secretly shocked: "What a powerful body, I couldn't kill it. Its body is more powerful than me. Although my body has unparalleled recovery ability, my defense can't be compared with it at all!"

When he was surprised, the four practitioners were extremely shocked: the four of them joined hands to besiege the monster for a long time. Instead of not hurting the other party at all, they gradually fell into the wind and were played by the opponent at will. Now suddenly a very young master suddenly appeared, who injured the monster with one sword.

However, these four people did not see Wang Hao's specific cultivation, nor did they find that Wang Hao's mana had reached almost 800 years. Otherwise, they would be shocked and go crazy.

Generally speaking, no matter how powerful the practitioner is, there is always a limit to their mana, and most people's mana can't break through the 500-year mark.

When he was in the physical state, his mana exceeded 500 years of mana. They are all extremely talented geniuses. Wang Hao's current realm is actually just equivalent to the early stage of refining gods, but his mana has exceeded the limit of the physical state.

And the black monster flew hundreds of meters and fell to the ground and smashed a big pit. Regardless of the tragic image of its skin and flesh, it climbed up and stared at Wang Hao with extremely hostile eyes.

This extremely hateful gaze flashed in its eyes and was hidden by it. It howled, shaking the whole island in the middle of the lake.

A very strong mana rose from its body and floated on its head to form a half-black and semi-red dark cloud, about the size of an acre. Arrays of magic sounds passed from it, as if there were countless ghosts and demons crying in the dark cloud.

Wang Hao's eyes shrank: "Good boy, this is a devil!" He suddenly became secretly alert and felt the fluctuation of the magic cloud. He knew that the cultivation of the black monster was absolutely not inferior to himself.

Originally, I thought that this monster could only fight hand-to-hand, but I didn't expect that its mana was so powerful that it had exceeded a thousand years. This magic cloud obviously cultivated a magic skill to a very high level to form something, similar to the three flowers condensed by human monks.

Pang............Pump............Pump............

After three muffled sounds, two magic clouds rushed out of the black monster's body, exactly three strands, rushing out of its sea of essence, sea of vitality and sea of knowledge. Each strand has the size of one mu, and then gradually shrinks and concentrates into three flowers with a diameter of more than ten meters.

These three flowers are like lotus, showing black, red and gold respectively. They are connected and floating on the top of its head, as if they are giving birth to something.

"Three flowers gather at the top... It turned out to be a vision of three flowers at the top! This is an invincible master who is about to conclude the yuan god, it's over!"

The four monks retreated to the distance and trembled when they saw the vision of the black monster. Even the Qiu Ye, the highest cultivation among the four, trembled and said, "Taoist friend, this monster is powerful. Let's retreat quickly! If you don't leave, you won't have a chance!"

He was confronting the black monster. Wang Hao heard the shouts of the four people, but he was helpless. He had been locked by the black monster and could not retreat at all. As soon as he retreated, he was about to be attacked by the monster.

Now you can only fight with all your strength to defeat or kill the black monster, otherwise there will be great trouble! With his eyes condensing, Wang Hao burst into a strong fighting spirit. He held the gossip mirror in his left hand and Haoran sword in his right hand, constantly improving his momentum.

I saw a burst of purple air rushing out from Wang Hao's head, turning into a wolf smoke-like thing, and finally spreading in the air and turning into a purple cloud with a diameter of 100 meters.

This purple cloud is constantly changing and interpreting: birds and beasts, mountains, rivers, earth, sun, moon and starry sky and other scenes flashed one by one, but finally turned into purple airflows, shaped like spirit snakes swimming in mid-air, and like thunder flashing, the same great power, completely resisting the pressure transmitted by the other party.

This was completely beyond the expectation of the four monks: they could feel that Wang Hao's breath was very active. Obviously, it was not an old antique, but a real young man. Therefore, although they saw the power of Wang Hao's sword just now, they only thought that Wang Hao was a master in the middle of refining.

But seeing Wang Hao's current performance, they overturned this speculation. It is absolutely impossible for the monks in the middle of the refining god to have such power, and even the masters in the later stage of the refining can't have such a powerful pressure.

The male monk in the early stage of refining was shocked and couldn't close his mouth: "Is he a perfection of refining gods, and even a supreme master who condensed the three flowers? Impossible! His breath can't deceive my feelings. His real age must be less than 100 years old, or even less than 50 years old. How can he cultivate to the realm of perfection at such a young age!"

In the practice world, it is geniuses who can practice to practice gods within a hundred years, and those who can practice to practice gods within 50 years are geniuses. For example, this guy, his city is extremely deep and has infinite potential. Because he has obtained the remnants of the town of the god's mansion, he secretly picked some spirits. Medicine to improve physique, enhance potential, and eventually be promoted to the realm of refining at the age of 50.

Wang Hao's real age is actually only 256 years old. Even among ordinary people, he is very young. For the practice world, he is too young, but he has such a strong strength, which is beyond people's imagination.

Of course, Wang Hao has been practicing for less than a year. If others know his real experience, I'm afraid it will be regarded as a myth and legend! In less than a year, he has achieved such a cultivation. Although it can't be said to be a comeback, it can also be called unprecedented.

As soon as he saw the black monster showing real strength, Wang Hao was alert. Without waiting for the other party to take action, he had attacked the Haoran sword in the air. He pinched the thunderprint in his right hand and kept shaking the sword. Purple thunder and lightning came out of the void and fell to the black monster one after another.

The black monster's eyes are flashing, and the fierceness is pervasive. The slightly fragile person will be scared to break his soul by the murderous life on its body. It rotates the three-flowered demon flower above its head and actually blocks all the purple thunder and lightning.

Wang Hao repeatedly urged, and in an instant, dozens of purple electricity came out of the void, but he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, so he shouted in a low voice: "With my sword, I will attract thunder, nine days of thunder!"

He threw the gossip mirror in the air, and the treasure mirror emitted a light to protect his body. He held the Haoran sword in both hands and stabbed into the void. His arms trembled violently, as if he could not stand the great power in the dark.

You should know that Wang Hao's power today is really rare, and the power he can produce is more than 10,000 jin, but it seems very difficult at this time. It is precisely because he is attracting the real thunder, which is the result of secretly consuming a drop of faith. Otherwise, he would have been shaken away by the power of heaven and earth. Body.

In an instant, he finally raised Haoran's sword over his head. At this moment, a terrible lightning blew in all ears and hearts. A thick electric light with a thin arm came out of nowhere and suddenly fell on the black monster, penetrating its protective three flowers and directly blew him out.

"Oh... Damn Refa, I'm going to kill you!" The black monster made a human voice, and its voice was extremely angry but cold. With a shocking magic, it has been injured by Wang Hao, and it is not a skin injury. Its protective three flowers have been broken through, that is, it has been fundamentally injured.

Wang Hao was shocked: "Don't you die like this? I'll fight with you!" Just now, he consumed a drop of the power of faith, which made him unable to regret. He must have limited the power of faith, and one drop less. However, seeing that the monster was fierce, he did not hesitate to consume four drops of faith again and cooperated with the magic power to use the nine heavenly swordsmanship.

A thunderbolt and a thunderstorm, the whole island in the middle of the lake trembled violently. The magma lake fluctuated so much that it seemed that the volcano was about to erupt, and the black monster was hit by the thunder, and the whole body exploded directly and broke into thousands of pieces with a roar.

Wang Hao urged the Haoran sword to stop most of the fragments, and at the same time used the gossip mirror to shoot a light at the soul of the black monster to seal its soul, but its soul flashed and disappeared.

At this moment, there was a scream in the distance. The male monk in the early stage of the refining god was pierced by a broken bone of the black monster and immediately fell to the ground.

"Three brothers!" The other three monks shouted and rushed to his side at the same time, but saw that his breath was getting weaker and weaker.