It is a truly gentle and extremely soft fairy power, just like an ethereal cloud, which can be seen by the eye, but cannot be touched by the hand.

It's so real, but it's so unreal.

Rumble!

In an instant, Miao Ke appeared less than three feet away from Qin Hao's body, and the immortal power like water and clouds slammed down on Qin Hao's chest.

Instinctively operating the dantian immortal power, there was Hongmeng power in Qin Hao's body.

This Hongmeng power is one of the nine realms of power that he exposed in the Qingyun Grand Ceremony, not that Qin Hao doesn't want to operate the other nine realms, but in this great sect with the Mixed Yuan Realm Immortal Venerable, if it is exposed too much......

Now that he is facing the real powerhouse of this immortal realm, the strength of the Jindan Realm alone is not enough.

At the moment when the power of Hongmeng broke out, according to Qin Hao's estimate, under the pressure of the power of Hongmeng, it should be like an overwhelming trend. But at the moment when Hongmeng's power exploded, he actually sensed an almost unstoppable force from the immortal power in Miao Ke's palm.

Ethereal, instantly turned into a storm?

This is so weird!

Suddenly, a glimmer of light bloomed in Miao Ke's eyes, and she turned her palms into fists and shook out.

Rumble!

The terrifying huge force erupted in front of Qin Hao's chest, and the force was so huge that Qin Hao tried his best to resist it, and his body couldn't stop taking a few steps backwards.

"Do you want to transfer a thousand catties?" Qin Hao's eyes were calm, and he didn't become angry at all because of the loss.

Miao Ke took his hand, and the immortal power he suffered was lingering, still intertwined and hooked, brewing for the next attack.

"Very discerning!"

Immediately, Miao Ke moved again, this time the attack was even more brilliant, and the majestic immortal power directly turned into a cloud of green clouds, and there was a faint arc flickering in the green clouds.

This is the immortal magic power of the Qingyun Immortal Sect, and it is one of the immortal magic powers that the disciples of the Jindan Realm can master, although it is only a six-rank divine power, but its power is not inferior to the ordinary five-grade divine power.

"It's Qingyun Flash!"

Many disciples were shocked, this Qingyun Flash was not something that any disciple could cultivate.

Over the entire arena, green clouds shrouded the circle, and the cyan arc within it flickered, and the roar continued.

Suddenly, a cyan arc of lightning suddenly fell, heading towards Qin Hao's chest.

Rumble!

The cyan arc ran through Qin Hao's figure and landed directly on the immortal stone in the martial arts arena.

"Hit!" Many of the monks had a flash of brilliance in their eyes, as if the battle had been decided.

But the next moment, a trace of cold sweat broke out behind Miao Ke's back, and he felt bad in his heart, "No, that's an afterimage!"

It's an afterimage that moves too fast.

Her proud Qingyun flashed, and under one blow, she only hit his afterimage?

"The Jindan Realm Immortal Immortal Divine Power of the Six Grades can indeed exert the greatest power of the Immortal Magic Divine Power!"

A voice slowly sounded behind Miao Ke, "But the immortal magic power is just an immortal magic power, a real powerhouse, with a gesture or even a snort, can collapse thousands of miles of mountains and rivers." ”

"Are those also immortal powers?"

Rumble!

It was still the three-zhang demon purple palm that was in the air, and it slapped on Miao Ke's back like an understatement.

Immediately, the body protection immortal yuan directly exploded into a scattered shadow, and the three-zhang palm fell on Miao Ke's back with an unstoppable momentum.

shattered his clothes, his body was like rags, and he fell outside the arena.

In the martial arts arena, Qin Hao stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were calm, "I'm in a hurry, next!"

Fighting one after another, without the slightest desire to stop fighting and pranayama, the words in his mouth are the next, how arrogant is this?

This time, a bald man stomped on the ground with both feet and jumped into the arena.

"Donor, don't you know what it means that an arrogant soldier will be defeated?" The bald man's eyebrows revealed a faint righteousness, and he wore a half-armed shirt, "The poor monk is a Buddhist cultivator, and please ask the donor to cultivate the immortal way, don't be arrogant!"

Qin Hao's face was indifferent, and he glanced at the sixteenth place on the Jindan list not far away.

Banner!

However, what made Qin Hao feel a little strange was that this Qingyun Immortal Sect was not a Buddhist sect, how could it accept a Buddhist monk into the sect?

"I am a Buddha, I am compassionate!"

Banner exhaled a breath of turbidity, his palms suddenly clasped together, and the words in his mouth seemed to be incarnated as a great Buddha for all beings.

Sanskrit sounds rolling, like a long sound.

"Did the Sanskrit sound hit the soul?" Qin Hao felt the pain of being constantly impacted by the Sanskrit sound in his mind, and his brows were already slightly condensed.

I'm afraid this is the horror of Buddha cultivation, the Sanskrit sound in the mouth is just the immortal path in the cultivation attack, but when it can be in the Jindan realm, it can directly hit the divine soul.

If an ordinary monk saw this, I am afraid that he would have already lost his combat effectiveness.

But it's a pity that he is facing Qin Hao, the one who has the Nine Poles Floating Tu Pagoda in his mind, and when he is in the Divine Source Realm, his divine soul has grown to an inch in size.

"But the method of Sanskrit sound, what a way!"

Qin Hao's eyes suddenly condensed, and his palms were also closed, but in the space between his palms, a trace of Hongmeng's power had already condensed into a needle pestle that was only more than three inches long.

Swish!

The needle and pestle disappeared into the palm of his hand in an instant, like a black light piercing through the day, directly into Banner's mouth

Ahem, ahem!

In the violent coughing sound, Banner covered his throat with both hands, and his bloodshot eyes were staring at Qin Hao even more, as for the Sanskrit sound that went straight into the soul, it had long since disappeared.

After a violent cough, Banner looked at Qin Hao with red eyes, "I actually used this method to break my Sanskrit sound!"

He wanted to do it again, but he heard a solemn voice from the audience.

"Banner, you're no match for him, step aside!"

Banner's body was shocked, with his strength, he was definitely able to compete with the True Immortal Cultivator who had just entered the Yin God Realm, but now, he was actually defeated at the hands of a disciple who had just entered the Golden Pill Realm?

But when he looked at the one who had spoken, he realized how pale the argument he wanted.

Because, the person who opened his mouth was the Golden Immortal of the Great Luo Realm, the person in charge of this Xuan Pavilion - the Xuan Pavilion Elder!

"In the fifth battle, Qin Hao won!"

Elder Xuange spoke slowly, until now, there has never been a disciple in the Jindan List who has been able to let Qin Hao let go of his hands and feet, and he can do it from beginning to end, if it weren't for Qin Hao's unwillingness to move in an instant, I'm afraid these disciples on the list would not be one of them

What kind of force can cultivate such a terrifying disciple?

Even the Xuan Pavilion Elders couldn't help but be a little frightened......

"Fifteenth on the Jindan list, Zhou Zhen!"

"Fourteenth on the Jin Dan List, Han Shuo!"

"The thirteenth on the Jindan list, Wu Yan!"

"The twelfth place on the Jindan list, Shang Xuan!"

......

One after another, disciples ascended to the martial arts arena to defend their position on the Jindan list.

But it's a pity that no one has been able to support the second move in Qin Hao's hands!

This......

Slaughter the list?