Back on the island, Yang Hao immediately began to lay out a concealment formation around him.

He had just laid it out when the shade tree began to tremble again.

The golden glow outside the shade tree was rapidly weakening.

Yang Hao hurriedly ran to the side of the Sheng Yin Tree and put the Sheng Yin Tree in the center of the formation.

Then he sat down next to the Shengyin Tree, pressed his hands on the Shengyin Tree, and constantly released his vitality to help the Shengyin Tree suppress the Ghost King.

…………

The moon is hidden in the sunlight, and the sun slowly rises in the east.

The night passed quickly, and the trees of the entire island were burned by the raging fire of the previous night.

At this time, there were only sporadic flames and billowing smoke, and this small island became a forbidden area for life.

In the middle of the island, there are two peaks under the mountain, and there is a place that seems out of place with the surroundings.

Because within a radius of 50 meters, it looks verdant.

This green is in stark contrast to the desolate scene around it, but unfortunately no one sees it.

Between the green, there was a standing tree trunk, and next to the trunk, there was a man with tattered clothes and covered in black ash.

"Huang'er, how long will it take for this ghost king to be absorbed?" Yang Hao felt that the struggle inside the Sheng Yin Tree was much smaller.

"I don't know, there is no specific time for this matter, it depends on the level of the Sheng Yin Tree and the strength of the Ghost King. You, the Sheng Yin Tree, obviously can't suppress this ghost king by yourself, so it should take a lot of time. ”

"Okay. ”

Yang Hao stopped talking, and wholeheartedly maintained the restraint arrays around the Sheng Yin Tree, and time passed slowly.

On the other hand, the operation against Huaxia is slowly brewing.

It's just that none of this has anything to do with Yang Hao, because Yang Hao is about to protect himself at this time.

There have been no ships passing around the island, and no one knows what has happened on the island.

The clear sky here is always so blue.

It's just that the weather isn't sunny all the time.

Sometimes the sun's rays can't squeeze through the thick clouds that have piled up overhead, and the white clouds seem to release the anger suppressed by the sun these days, and their faces turn from white to black.

They began to agitate, and snaking razors flashed between them.

It was a sign of their fury, and they seemed to want to tear the world apart.

It's just that the end result was surprising.

They may have thought of the suffering they endured when they were deceived by the sun these days, and they could no longer hold back their grievances and cried together.

Their tears poured down, moistening the vegetation that had been humiliated by the sun.

Wash away all the dust and nourish the life that cannot hold on to the earth.

The island where Yang Hao was staying was washed away by those tears, and small shoots emerged from the ground again.

In this way, time passed unswervingly.

Six days have passed, during which Yang Hao has been constantly replenishing his vitality through knocking pills, but the consumption of vitality is very large.

The vitality replenished by the pill could only barely maintain his restraint array, and the injuries in his body had no extra vitality to help repair them.

Fortunately, his physique is really extraordinary, and he is slowly recovering on his own.

Those broken meridians are being restored one by one.

Under such conditions of barely maintaining balance, Yang Hao persevered for another week.

At this time, I don't know if the ghost king felt that he was about to die, so he made a last stand.

It was still two weeks, and the ghost king had accumulated some energy through his own methods, and he began to fight again.

Although the resistance at this time is much less than the resistance at the beginning, Yang Hao's state is also different from the past.

Under the high degree of pressure, Yang Hao persevered for another day, and began to clearly perceive that his pole was coming.

"Yang Hao, if you continue like this, you won't be able to suppress this ghost king at all. ”

When Huang'er spoke, she was always weak, and it seemed that she would faint in the next second.

"I know, but there is no other way at this time, but to hope that this is the end of his crossbow, the last time to fight back. ”

"Will you be able to hold on?"

"If you can't stand it, you have to stand it. ”

Yang Hao's face was already a little unnaturally distorted because of the pressure he was undergoing.

Huang'er didn't know what to say, so she could only silently support Yang Hao in her heart.

Two weeks ago, in order to help Yang Hao, she had exhausted her energy.

And she signed an equal contract with Yang Hao, and Yang Hao didn't have time to cultivate in the past two weeks.

The vitality absorbed by taking the pill was absorbed by the binding array, and she was not replenished at all.

In this way, another day passed in the torment, and Yang Hao did not feel that the strength of the ghost king had become weaker, but had become stronger!

"No, if it goes on like this, it won't take two days for him to break out of the tree. ”

Yang Hao gritted his teeth, and his voice began to carry a hint of anxiety.

"There is no way, in nature, the Sheng Yin Tree traps ghosts and things after a long time, and they are naturally digested. ”

"Am I really going to finish playing this time?!"

Yang Hao's tone was helpless, but he was constantly thinking about how to deal with it.

Huang'er didn't know what to say, only silence.

Another day passed, and the golden stripes on the outer perimeter of the shade tree began to darken, and the cracks on the shade tree became more and more.

Yang Hao's body didn't move at all, but his entire meridians were vibrating.

That's because the vitality he stored in the Qi Pill has been depleted, and the vitality consumed at this time is the vitality that remains in the meridians to nourish the meridians.

Those vital energies are like a cushion of air for the body's fragile meridians.

If a person's body is attacked, those energies will protect the meridians on their own.

No one will use those energies lightly, unless they are in a desperate situation.

"I couldn't hold on. ”

Finally, after Yang Hao spit out a mouthful of blood fiercely, all the meridians on his body were broken.

The cracks in the shade tree widened rapidly, and the golden streaks that coiled around it flickered and faded.

boom

The shavings of the Sheng Yin Tree flew, and Yang Hao's whole person seemed to be attacked by a martial artist realm cultivator with his chest.

Yang Hao fell heavily to the ground, and the meridians all over his body broke into sections.

"Yang Hao, are you okay?" Huang'er's anxious voice sounded.

"Huang'er, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. ”

Yang Hao had just taken that attack, and he had already felt the remaining strength of the Ghost King.

"Alas~~~"

After the explosion of the Sheng Yin Tree, it was dyed with a black fog in the sky.

The black mist fluttered wildly across the sky, and then quickly condensed together.

A tattered black skeleton appeared in Yang Hao's eyes.

"Damn ant, you actually made me lose a thousand years of cultivation! Letting you die so easily is simply cheap for you, so you will be my puppet in the future. ”

After the black skeleton finished speaking, a drop of inky black liquid flew out of his hand.

The drop of liquid fell into Yang Hao's mouth, flowed down his mouth into his throat, and finally into his dantian.