Chapter 542 Killing Night. As black as ink, you can't see your fingers, the whole world is plunged into darkness, and in the ancient city of Langxi, the lights are still bright, the figures are moving, and there is no peace at night.

In the room, Feng Hao sat on the bed, and there was a faint glow on his body, rippling with inexplicable meaning, and the halos were very peculiar.

On the side, Xiao Qiuqiu was entrenched there, pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, as if in its world realm, he could only sleep and eat meat, and he didn't need to cultivate at all.

The little black dragon, the small dragon claw is holding the black dragon horn at the auction, closing its eyes, it seems to be sensing the meaning contained in the dragon horn, and on its body, there are also some strange meanings, and it has always been in a state of disappearing, appearing, disappearing, appearing, and constantly circulating.

"Buzz!"

Feng Hao's entire mind is indulged in this array constructed by essence in his body, carefully sensing the meaning it exudes, and is also pursuing the reason for its composition, the formation, the traction, affecting the trend of the heaven and earth vitality, and using the situation of the 'array' for his own use.

Creating a formation, this is not something that ordinary people can do, but Wu Jiasheng, this freak in the phase stone world, he has done it, creating a domineering spirit array, which can absorb the aura of heaven and earth at ten times the speed.

Ten times, in fact, is already a number against the sky, a year can be ten years, ten years can be a hundred years, a hundred years can be compared to a saint's skills, it can be seen, what a year is against the sky?

However, Feng Hao is still not satisfied with the status quo, he wants to penetrate this Tyranny Spirit Array, transform it, and use it to quickly condense the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force, so that it can be attached to the Heaven Turning Handprint, as for increasing the increase multiple, this is a matter for the future, and now Feng Hao is trying to transform it.

At this time, Feng Hao's mind followed an essence in the Tyrant Spirit Array, carefully sensing its changes from moment to moment, and then recorded it carefully.

On the side of this Tyrant Spirit Array, there is a small array, and the lines inside are probably the same, but there are differences, and the lines are also slowly taking shape.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, this incomplete small array disappeared without a trace in a burst of light, completely turning into nothingness.

And then it's a new start

Failed again and again, Feng Hao was not discouraged, after the previous six days, now, this transformed small array is almost complete.

This continued until midnight, and finally, with a hum, Feng Hao opened his eyes.

"It worked!"

Feng Hao's eyes were full of excitement and excitement, and when he stretched out his hand, a formation constructed of essence was revealed, rippling with inexplicable meaning, affecting the operation of the vitality between heaven and earth, and quickly condensed.

"Sure enough, I was able to condense Yuan Li!"

Feng Hao has already penetrated this Tyrant Spirit Array, the formation that could only condense spiritual energy was originally transformed, and now it is finally able to condense Yuan Force!

This means that when using the Heaven Turning Mudra, he can condense the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force at a speed of ten times!

This is gratifying!

Moreover, the current Feng Hao is not the Feng Hao of the Regret Jin Dynasty!

At this time, the heteronuclear in his body has been fused, ice, fire, metal, water, earth, and five attributes, that is to say, when using the Heaven Turning Handprint, he can pull the five Yuan forces between heaven and earth to condense the Heaven Turning Handprint!

The fusion of the five attributes, the power it erupted, it can be imagined, it can be said that the earth-turning handprint at this time is even a world-level martial art in Feng Hao's hands!

"Huh?"

Before he had time to rejoice, an extremely strong coercion, with a thick evil aura rushed down to the sky, so that the wind and cold hair stood upside down, and he didn't have time to think too much, and with a slap of his hands, the person retreated rapidly.

And the little ball ball and the little black dragon were just slightly stunned, and then quickly dodged away.

"Boom!"

In the dark night, an explosion sounded throughout the sky, resounding, causing a sensation in half of the ancient city, hearing the reputation, the people in the city could see that the room of an inn exploded directly in the firelight, sawdust and stones, splashed everywhere, the whole room directly became a ruin, leaving a small pit on the ground.

Someone actually did it in the Langxie Ancient City!

"Is it because of the relics?"

The first thought of everyone was to think of the two holy relics that appeared in the Tianwu Auction House today, and only the holy relics could make people so desperate.

You have to know that if you do it in the ancient city, it is equivalent to slapping the face of the Lang Evil Holy Land, who has so much guts?

Between their thoughts, one by one the old antiques that heard the wind rushed to the sky, with a majestic momentum like the Hanhai, all of them came to this piece of sky, but the scene in front of them made them look stunned.

A young man in a silver-white shirt, and a man in ordinary clothes, stood on either side of the sky, as if they were playing against each other.

One is the peak of the three realms of Wuzun, and the other is even lower, but it is just the peak of the martial sect, and this kind of realm can't enter the eyes of these old antiques at all.

Thinking about it, there will be no holy relics, which makes these old antiques a little interested, but because they are curious that these two people dare to do it in the Langxi Ancient City, they stopped with interest and watched the development of things on the side.

"Who the hell is this?!"

Looking at the white-clothed young man in front of him, Feng Hao narrowed his eyes, among all the people who knew it, he had never seen this person, why, this unfathomable young man had murderous intent towards himself?

He didn't understand this.

Soon, this area was brightly lit, and it was a few, and there were thousands of people around.

"It's Xue Yu, the Holy Son of Lang Evil!"

"It's Master Snow Feather!"

Someone in the crowd recognized the identities of these two people, and immediately shouted, which also made Feng Hao know the identity of the young man in white.

This white-clothed young man who dared to do something in the Lang Evil Ancient City was none other than the Holy Son of the Lang Evil Holy Land, Xue Yu!

Needless to say, at the age of eighteen, reaching the peak of the three realms of Wuzun already speaks for itself, and indeed, on the surface, his talent seems to be one point higher than that of the Holy Maiden Liu Ruxian.

After learning that one of them was the Holy Son of Lang Evil, these old antiques were even more interested.

It's just a person at the peak of the Martial Sect, why does he have to do it himself?

Only Feng Hao, as if he thought of something, had a wry smile on his face.

How could this holy son be more jealous than himself? Could it be that he would kill anyone who had contact with Liu Ruxian?