Han Shuo's face sank slightly, his arm crackled, and he directly turned into a black dragon, and the dragon soared into the air, swept the heavens and the earth, and pounced on Zhang Hao. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On each of the black dragon's scales, a painful human face appeared, they made a cursing sound, they cursed the injustice of fate, they struggled to climb out, they wanted to bite the person in front of them fiercely.

Everyone gasped, the ghost cultivator Han Shuo really did the harm, and even the legendary Prison Dragon Breaker had cultivated the Law Phase, if one day he completely turned into a real dragon, then he would really be invincible.

And if you really get to that point, most of them will really be able to peek into the realm of immortality and achieve longevity.

Zhang Hao also moved, and when he started with a strong person in the Law Realm, there was no hope of winning at all, so it was better to give it a go.

"Light, swift, brave, strong, swift, fierce and swift, protector of the law!"

A cold and fierce aura permeated from between Zhang Hao's hands, he recited the Yaksha scriptures, pinched the Yaksha seal in his hands, and his body put on a strange posture.

It was as if the strength of the whole body was not in the hands, but in the feet, and with a snort, the body pounced forward at the same time, like a cheetah slammed down from a tree, with an indescribable fierceness.

This blow was really a blow to the sand, the black shadow was filled, and everyone was stunned, and a vague Yaksha had already killed the black dragon.

"Okay." There were excited roars from those who supported Zhang Hao, and this blow was really incomparably majestic.

Even Huang Bai was secretly surprised, and his body appeared directly in mid-air, looking at Zhang Hao in the field.

"Law Phase Realm?"

"No, it should be that the Yaksha Sutra has reached an advanced level, attracting a wisp of Yaksha's breath and making a vision."

"I also practice the Yaksha Sutra, but there is no such strange posture on the scriptures, how can the Yaksha Sutra have such great power."

"This is the Nakshatra, this is the real Nakshatra."

Some people are surprised, some people don't believe it, and some people confirm each other with what they have learned, and they have a faint understanding.

Bang!

Zhang Hao's body flew out sideways, and Yaksha's body was killed by the black dragon into black mist, but at the same time, the black dragon was not comfortable, and the knots that were beaten by the Yaksha were broken, and even the shape could not be maintained, leaving only a black line of arm thickness.

Han Shuo's body shook violently, obviously not very comfortable, Zhang Hao's Yaksha came from the Yaksha Temple built by the First Emperor, it was really fierce and violent, the only thing that was rare was that Zhang Hao's realm was really too low, and he couldn't play it in case.

There were many suspicious voices in the dark, and two figures had already walked out and stood beside Zhang Hao.

They value Zhang Hao, at such an age and with such strength, if anyone dares to say that his talent is inferior, he will definitely be spat in the face.

If it weren't for Han Shuo being a ghost cultivator, in fact, Zhang Hao's Yaksha Sutra would not have had such an effect, and the Yaksha Sutra was completely the nemesis of the Yin Soul System.

Is Zhang Hao the one who suffers a loss and doesn't fight back, and his unstingy temperament immediately got up.

As soon as his body hit the ground, the whole person immediately bounced up, like a carp falling on the shore, and with a shake of the spear, he killed him directly.

The spear is scattered,

The pine wind chases the moon and accompanies me.

The world without a double room is like a dream,

Wonder forever and forever.

There is only one gun, but with a kind of sadness, a country will be broken, and the mountains and rivers will be broken, but with a gun in his hand, he is still fearless to move forward.

The breath of his whole body was roaring, and his blood was like wolf smoke on the battlefield, and there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in front of him.

Han Shuo is tragic, even if the ghosts and gods are strong, it is impossible to be bigger than the mountains and rivers, not to mention that the person who wrote this poem is a general himself.

Before the black dragon disappeared, it was chased by Zhang Hao and smashed it.

"And this effect?"

Zhang Hao suddenly felt a slight chill in his heart, and those shattered black vitality were actually absorbed.

"Not bad!" With a hint of uncertainty in his cold voice, Han Shuo slapped it with another palm.

"Stop." Huang Bai strode from the sky, first looked at Zhang Hao, his eyes flashed with admiration, this kid surprised himself too much, he could see at a glance where the Yaksha Sutra came from, and secretly said that this little guy has a great opportunity.

Han Shuo bowed and retreated, the gap between Fa Xiang and Tong Xuan was huge, just like the bottom of the mountain and the peak, even if he wanted to kill Zhang Hao, he couldn't help but think about the consequences.

"Han Shuo, you've passed, dare to do it in the Heavenly Punishment Forest." There was a sneer on the corner of Huang Bai's mouth.

Han Shuo clasped his hands into fists and bowed down, "Han Shuo has seen Senior Uncle Huang Bai, it was the disciple who was reckless, fortunately there were no irreparable consequences, I am willing to compensate." He turned around, his expression was flat, he looked very sincere, and said to Zhang Hao: "Deacon Zhang, I didn't believe in your strength before, and I wanted to test it.

It's my fault and I'll make amends to you. ”

"It's really light to say, you are a great monk in the Faxiang realm, looking at my young master, it has only been less than half a year since he joined the inner gate, and the most important thing is that you people actually fought against my young master alone, gathering spirit realm, mana realm, crystallization realm, even the Faxiang realm like you has come out, poor my young master Lianshui

I didn't even take a sip, I didn't even take a sip of breath......"

"What is my young master for, there is no benefit in winning, and losing is his own life...... It's not for the Heavenly Punishment Forest, because he regards the Heavenly Punishment Forest as his home, and the door of the house is blocked by people, so he naturally wants to fight to the death, and what about you......"

A thin old man suddenly appeared in front of Han Shuo, with an angry face, jumping and pointing at Han Shuo's nose, his big yellow teeth swaying, foaming at the mouth, and tears flowing, as if a thousand-year-old resentful woman had suffered boundless grievances.

Zhang Hao was dumbfounded, when did this old guy have such courage.

Huang Bai quietly stepped back, and finally flashed people, like seeing a cat and a mouse.

Han Shuo's face was gloomy, he had already given people the feeling of being bullied by the law phase realm, but now he even had a disgraceful reputation for fighting wheels with others.

He really wanted to slap this shameless guy to death, but this guy ...... sat on the ground, his clothes were tattered, revealing black ribs, and he looked like a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

"Well, he will talk about compensation on my behalf." Zhang Hao also flashed, shameful!

..。

Huang Bai took Zhang Hao and walked slowly towards the mountain, the ancient trees on both sides of the road were towering, the spiritual flowers and plants were exquisite, and the rich aura formed a thin white mist.

The mountain road is very long, but this road is cleaned and clean, the stone stairs are step by step, walking on it not only does not feel the slightest tiredness, but is relaxed and happy, there is a leisurely and free artistic conception.

Huang Bai didn't speak, didn't look back, just like an ordinary person, he didn't even mobilize the vitality in his body.

Zhang Hao silently followed behind Huang Bai, he thought about what the mountain of the Refining God Sect was like, and when he looked up, he could see the dark clouds shrouded in ghosts and wolves howling on the Heavenly Peak.

But now he feels that he is not in the wrong place, is this still the Purgmy Sect known as the hell of the world?

The sky is clear, the white clouds are hanging, there are fairy birds singing by, there are spirit apes holding fairy peaches on the side of the road and looking at the two curiously, and the timid squirrels are panicked, and even see some fierce beasts, they are lazily lying there, open their eyes and see the two of them turn their heads, and then fall asleep.

Then he watched as several sika deer ran straight over, and the young one actually arched his body, like a child begging for snacks.

He took out a few elixirs, which were picked in the Great Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and they were still full of aura, yo you...... Yoyo ...... These sika deer made cheerful sounds, and the big ones knew how to thank him, and rubbed their palms from their heads, very docile.

This is the God Refining Sect where you are?

Huang Bai said casually: "This is the foundation of this sect, although this sect is famous for refining corpses and raising Gu to make poison, but it is also one of the major sects in the world, how can it make a miasma like the mountain." ”

Zhang Hao also understood, no matter how powerful a monk is, he is also a human being, and the environment of his own home naturally has to be clean and beautiful, and it must really be the same as the mountain, killing people at will, there are ghosts and ghosts everywhere, and it is impossible for the God Refining Sect to inherit for thousands of years, it is estimated that without others fighting, his own people can kill their own people

It's all gone.

Then he saw a field, two old farmers were sitting together chatting, but they were wearing the clothes of the core disciples, the clothes of the core disciples were not only status symbols, but also low-level treasures, which were not invaded by cold and heat, and Han Shuo was wearing this one.

"It's ......"

"They are cultivating their minds, and if they want to advance to the Dharma Phase Realm, it is not enough to have talent and hard work, but they also need the corresponding opportunities and states of mind, this realm is too far away from you, and you will be pondering it in a few decades."

On the way, he saw someone carrying a coffin, which turned out to be an iron coffin, and made a roaring sound when he walked.

Occasionally, you can see a few built rings, most of which are empty, but they are stained with blood.

This is a martial arts platform, you can't do it in the mountains, and there are grievances to settle in the ring.

"Here we are." Huang Bai did not take him to the top of the mountain, but a valley, and in the middle of the valley there was a small courtyard against the mountain, in which were three ordinary grass huts, and some peppers were drying in the windows, apparently a farmhouse.

"Huang Bai begged to see Senior Brother Feng."

"What's the matter?"

Huang Bai's face sank slightly, and he raised his voice with some dissatisfaction at the moment: "Feng Chun, you have such a big breath, did I Huang Bai give you face." ”

Zhang Hao was helpless in his heart, his character as a mountain master was really good, and he was arrogant or this was his nature.

"Old Ghost Huang, didn't you put yourself in a coffin, why did you fail the Three Burial Secret Technique or can't practice."

The Three Burial Secret Technique is the core technique of the Alchemy God Sect, even if the contribution is high, it cannot be exchanged, according to legend, if you practice this set of exercises, you can live out the next life, even if it is known as the first sect, the Infinite Palace has no basic exercises that can be compared.