Dada——

At the foot of Ling Mountain, a cyan luster shone brightly, and then Wang Hao's figure appeared on the ground, which was less than three hundred zhang away from the area where the white-robed man was.

Standing in place, Wang Hao could clearly see the movement of the white-robed man at the moment.

I saw that the white-robed man was covered with a look of brilliance, his face was looked down on under the white robe, and his body was only about six feet tall, but the scepter in his hand had a volume of nearly two meters, which looked very huge.

Beside the white-robed man, two Seraphim were guarding, and there were many four-winged angels beside him, which were obviously more powerful than the two-winged angels who were now fighting against the Demon Sect monks in the field.

The most important thing is that as the white-robed man kept shaking his staff, he could vaguely see that in the phantom of the pool, four-winged, six-winged, and even eight-winged angels were gradually forming, but I was afraid that with the passage of time, more and more angels would emerge from it, and even one was stronger than the other.

As Wang Hao arrived here, the two seraphims who were in charge of protecting the white-robed man immediately opened their mouths and shouted, "Protect the Holy Priest!"

In the next second, the two of them rushed out with the sword of light, and the wings of the four-winged angels who were also instigators behind them followed, and in a moment, a dense team of hundreds of people surrounded Wang Hao, and the sword of light flashed with a dazzling cold light, and a killing force quietly permeated the field at this moment.

In this regard, Wang Hao did not think so, these angels were at most the cultivation of the early stage of the quasi-saint, and they were really not taken into his eyes.

At this moment, all of Wang Hao's eyes were fixed on the white-robed man's body, and for the resurrection technique mastered by the latter, his inner possessiveness became stronger and stronger with the passage of time.

At this moment, the two Seraphim glanced at each other, and then shook the bright sword of light in their hands, staring at Wang Hao with dead eyes: "Low barbarian, surrender quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hearing this, Wang Hao immediately withdrew his gaze from the white-robed man, looked at the two seraphim angels who spoke, and frowned.

Regarding the superiority of the Eighth Flood Angel, Wang Hao was extremely disgusted in his heart.

If the other party is strong, then Wang Hao will endure it, after all, the strong have their own personalities.

But it was clear that these angels in front of him now were not strong, at least not in his eyes.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao immediately spoke: "You are really not ordinary arrogance, since this is the case, then Emperor Ben will send you to hell!"

As he spoke, Wang Hao didn't make any movements, but the power of his divine soul began to spread, and then he saw the brilliant cyan lotus flowers in mid-air begin to fall.

These lotus flowers soon enveloped this area, and under the incomprehensible gaze of those angels, Wang Hao waved his hand, and suddenly a powerful space-time barrier appeared around him, and then said slowly: "Explosion!"

Boom Boom –

In the next second, a deafening roar resounded, and countless lotus flowers exploded at this moment, surging mana and divine soul power surged out.

Almost instantly, the bodies of those angels were destroyed, and the fire of the divine soul dissipated in the aftermath of the explosion.

A quarter of an hour later, the explosion subsided, and as far as the eye could see, the angels who had been densely surrounding Wang Hao before had completely turned into ashes under the Qinglian Sword Song at this moment.

When the aftermath of the explosion of Qinglian Sword Song dissipated, Wang Hao's eyes suddenly shrank, the eyes of the Blue Emperor opened, and he said in surprise: "Hey, this is?"

Under the eyes of the Blue Emperor, although those angels had completely died, there was still white powder floating in the wind from mid-air, and these powders were all flying towards the phantom of the pool.

Even standing here, Wang Hao could clearly see that in the entire battlefield, countless white powders were converging and constantly pouring into the phantom of the pool, and at the same time, a steady stream of angels flew out of it, as if the white powder was a catalyst, allowing them to be resurrected and reborn!

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao's face was ugly.

Before, he had always thought that this white-robed man had mastered the resurrection technique, so he hurriedly came here, and even wanted to capture him and obtain the resurrection technique mastery on his body.

But now it seems, that's not the case at all.

This so-called resurrection technique actually does not exist at all, and the purpose of the white-robed man here is actually to collect the white powder, and then send it into the pool of phantoms, and cast one angel after another through the way of energy circulation.

Knowing what happened and what happened, Wang Hao's eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of disappointment, and he couldn't help but clench his fists and scolded: "Bastard, wasting the emperor's expression, I thought it was a resurrection technique, and the co-authoring was just a guidance technique!"

After speaking, Wang Hao didn't hesitate anything, and walked towards the white-robed man.

Although the latter did not master the resurrection technique, he was able to control the phantom of the pool, and even guide the energy of those angels into it, and continuously derived the angelic combat power, which was not a good thing.

It can be said that as long as this white-robed man is killed, then this seemingly protracted battle will soon be over, and he can leave.

The most important thing is that the seraphim just called the white-robed man a holy priest, and it is obvious that the latter is the same as the necromancer, holding the existence of entering and exiting the eighth flood desolation entrance, as long as he is captured, it is equivalent to mastering the key to enter the eighth desolate heaven, and it is even more trouble-free than the necromancer that the Qingdi Palace and the Demon Sect are cultivating now.

After thinking about it, Wang Hao soon came to the white-robed man, a few zhang away, Wang Hao let out a sigh, shook the seven-star sword in his hand, and said: "Stop, in front of this emperor, you have no possibility of continuing." ”

Hearing this, the movement in the white-robed man's hand was paused, and then his figure with his back to Wang Hao slowly turned around.

I saw that inside the cloak of the white-robed man, the long golden hair could be faintly seen, but the latter seemed to be hunched, so he couldn't see any face.

Wang Hao couldn't help but think to himself in his heart: "This holy priest won't be a skull like that necromancer!"

Thinking of this, the seven-star sword in Wang Hao's hand shook.

In the next second, a sword qi slashed out, directly slashing at the feet of the white-robed man, and at the same time, Wang Hao's voice sounded again: "Take off the cloak and let the emperor take a look!"

(End of chapter)