After a long period of bombing, Li Hao naturally saw that Xiao Wuyou regarded him as a humanoid sandbag, a kind of humanoid sandbag that was irresistible. How could Li Hao, who was so arrogant in his heart, endure such humiliation?

He took a big sip and suddenly burst out with 12% of his soul power. Sheng Sheng forced Xiao Wuyou and Night Fox to leave. Then he shouted at Xiao Wuyou: "Little Wuyou, Li Hao, you are in a dilemma!"

"There's so much nonsense, Li Hao. Today, you must die!" Little Wuyou's eyes were still cold. He was not interested in talking to Li Hao. He just wants to deal with the other with his fists.

"Do you have to die? Who would have thought that a bereaved dog like you would shake a tree? Li Hao said with a smile and angrily.

At the same time, the black air on Li Hao's body continued to rise. Compared to the previous one, the black air was darker, deeper, and more terrifying. A terrifying power slowly awakened in Li Hao's body, and this power made Xiao Wu feel a palpitation.

The black gas gradually gathered, and the last small black statue appeared on Li Hao's head. The appearance of the statue is indistinguishable, but the action is lifelike. It was a statue with two knives in his hands. There was a knife held high as if it hadn't fallen.

It seems that it was the black knife that fell, making little Wuyou feel an unprecedented deadly threat, which was completely unbearable in his kingdom.

Although Xiao Wuyou's expression was still calm, Li Hao knew that the secret card in his hand was not something that a small warrior could resist. He was a little problematic, but he still said proudly: "Little carefree, who can represent tens of thousands of years of this southern wasteland, not your little traitor can shake hands, and secret information is not what you can imagine, now, let me show you my strength 13 nights alliance - respectable world!"

When Li Hao's voice lowered, the black statue hanging over his head broke, a black whirlwind rolled up, and a huge shadow appeared. This posture is exactly the same as the statue in Li Hao's hand. It's just that the black knife got lost and became even more terrifying.

"I didn't expect that in this person's hand, there would be such a card for the birth of His Holiness. This time, it's really a bit of a hassle. Xiao Wuyou said with a solemn face.

The so-called incarnation of the Venerable is Wu Zun's ten methods in one blow, condensed into a small statue. When a disciple inside the door is in danger, they can stimulate the blow inside the door. It feels like an incarnation of themselves. It's a powerful card to protect their lives.

It's just that the trump card of the elderly, although powerful, cannot be possessed by everyone. If you want to gather a powerful blow into a statuette, you probably won't succeed at once. Moreover, the stronger the power, the more difficult it is to recruit people of high moral standing into the world. For example, Venerable was at least a master in Li Hao's hands, which was rare even in a dark place like the night of the Thirteen Alliances.

Xiao Wuyou didn't expect Li Hao to have such a powerful card, not to mention that he was willing to take it out against himself. Li Hao seems determined to get everything he has. He wanted to seize the opportunity of Xiao Wu's tour to meet the respected people. For Xiao Wuyou, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

His strength was insignificant in front of Wu Zun. What's more, the power of the Venerable summoned by Li Hao was at least higher than that of the second Venerable. It's not that he can shake off every penny. In such a small space, it is impossible to escape in the face of the full attack of the palm branch.

"Strong" Xiao Wuyou slowly pulled out the Yanhuang Holy Sword. At this time, only the Yanhuang Holy Sword can deal with the hole cards of the second attack. He just wanted to use the divine power left behind in the Yanhuang Holy Sword. He didn't know what the outcome would be. Maybe in the end, Xiao Wu will burn everything again.

But he couldn't sit still.

"While sacred tools are bad, they can also have the same power as inferior divine tools. Little Wuyou, you are indeed a baby, but all this belongs to Li Hao. Li Hao looked at Xiao Wuyou's holy sword and said happily.

He was full of confidence. In front of his hole cards, Xiao Wuyou can't win at all. Or for him, the only thing to worry about now is the all-out attack of the second one, which will knock Xiao Wuyou to pieces.

Thinking of this, his hand twitched slightly. In order to avoid Xiao Wuyou's death, he may even save Xiao Wuyou's life at a critical moment.

Sacred beasts, sacred weapons, Trinity bodies, moon-level bodies, and mysterious martial arts and skills all belonged to Li Hao after resting.

This is a big secret, there is a great sage in Nirvana Bodhi Cave. According to the situation of Nirvana, not to go to the city and the 13 nights alliance, Nirvana Bodhi Cave should leave some legacy by some Taoist saints, but I did not expect that not only the inheritance of Taoist saints, but also the existence of Taoist saints.

The shock and feeling of the two are not the same. There is a little bit of Dao Sheng's inheritance in the Seven Masters, but the image of Dao Sheng has never been heard of or seen in the nearly 10,000 years of history of the Southern Plains.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't tell whether the 18 Buddha statues were puppets or real Taoists. On his level, he simply couldn't spy on the existence of this level. But these eighteen stone statues have the power of Taoist saints, that's for sure.

After a long time, the pressure gradually dissipated, and Xiao Wuyou lay flat on the ground, panting for breath. The pressure brought by the power of Dao Sheng is too great. At that moment, he really felt like a little ant, not even a mole.

A bitter smile crossed his lips. He didn't know if he was happy or sad. Eighteen suspected Taoists left, leaving behind only a tattered Bodhi world. When they left, they didn't seem to find anyone alive like Xiao Wuyou.

Think about it. In front of Dao Sheng, a warrior like him can't even count ants. Just like ordinary people, when they are walking on the road, how can they notice what is under their feet? If they are going to trample to death, they are going to be trampled to death. If they don't get trampled to death, they won't have any concerns. It is precisely because these skeptical Dao Sheng people did not notice the tiny existence of Xiao Wuyou, they did not have the life to compete with Li Hao, and we could save our own power.

After being injured, Xiao Wuyou supported Li Hao's side, looked at Li Hao, and took a deep breath. The anger in his heart also disappeared a lot. He summoned the reincarnated ancestor and repeated his original actions to Duan Ling. However, at the beginning, the tragic and terrible scene did not happen to Li Hao, because the other party was so injured that he couldn't even react to the pain.

Later, after plundering Li Hao's body, Xiao Wuyou looked at the starry night sky with a condensed face.

"Pingting, I will definitely arrive at the Shula Sword District, definitely!" Xiao Wuyou said in a deep voice.

He didn't know, but he wouldn't wait to die. He'll find a way out. He will reach the Shura Sword Field on a dark day, no matter how difficult it may be.

The flickering candlelight gave Yusudo a faint glow, but this light did not warm Yusudo, but reflected its eerie and terrifying.

A man in black slowly walked into the hall and stopped under the main seat, his eyes slightly lowered.

"Back" is the voice from the main seat.

"Well, it's back. The man in black said.

"How" sounded too.