Zhou Hao was angry, this was the first time Zhou Hao was really angry today, even if the other party kept killing from beginning to end, and even more so asking for his life, but Zhou Hao had never used the killing machine, but this time, the other party would rather lose both, but also exchange his life for Zhou Hao's life, which made him change his mind instantly.

It's also a relief to think about it, the battle of life and death, since you do it, where is there any mercy, monks fight, every moment is a spell, consuming spiritual power, this kind of extreme assault fighting, not only the consumption of spiritual power, but also the verification of their own strength.

He is only a sixth-layer monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and unlike a genius monk, he can run the exercises to recover at any time, and his exercise level does not support him to complete that kind of transformation, so he blindly outputs, and in the sea of dantian qi, the spiritual power is rapidly consumed.

The monk's dantian, like a gas tank for storing spiritual power, is the earliest contact of the monk, and the most mysterious point, in which the spiritual power is not only stored and accumulated, but also the source of power along with the meridians, the realm bottleneck not only restricts the growth of cultivation, but also the foundation of the monk's spiritual power.

The more powerful the accumulation, the easier it is to perform, and the greater the consumption, the weaker the power, so after the outbreak, the endless exhaustion and lack of stamina, the Wind Spirit Root Monk is more and more unable to take Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao is not weak, the spiritual power refined by the Immortal Sutra is itself extremely high, and his own spiritual power reserves are seven times that of the normal state, coupled with the existence of the inner world, it can be said that even if Zhou Hao is wheeled into battle, there will be no lack of spiritual power.

Zhou Hao's palm was ruthless, although the Wind Spirit Root Cultivator had the intention to die together, his body speed was more than lacking, so even if he wanted to do two defeats, it was a pity that he couldn't catch up with Zhou Hao's speed.

Bang, his body was crooked, and he was slapped by Zhou Hao for more than three feet, but he was not directly slapped to death, as if he was in line with Lin Tao's prediction, Zhou Hao has a good body, but he has no ability to kill. Zhou Hao didn't care about these, four hundred years of silence, four hundred years of practice and meditation, what was improved was not only cultivation, but also the mind, violence, impulsiveness, those things were almost completely wiped into ashes, even if he was in the great array, the comprehension of the Immortal Sutra had reached a very high level, if it was not necessary, Zhou Hao would not easily kill him, and he would be contaminated with meaningless cause and effect. Even if you don't cut the way of heaven, you won't allow it, leaving this heaven and earth with any handle.

Therefore, Zhou Hao did not show mercy when he made a move, but because he only had pure spiritual power in his palm and no attributes, he seemed a little weak. But after all, it was an attack with combat power comparable to that of a Jindan monk, and how could it be so easy to deal with.

Without waiting for the Wind Spirit Root Cultivator to adjust, Zhou Hao's critical attacks in his palm followed, mercilessly, and the raindrop-like slapping completely became a sandbag, allowing his body to be like a candle in the wind.

This moment was extremely short, almost three or four breaths, one hundred and eight palms, no more, no less, just printed on the one hundred and eight big points of the Wind Spirit Root Monk, and the last palm, the dantian.

Poof! The Wind Spirit Root Monk on the sixth floor of the foundation, with a pale golden blood mist, was directly photographed by Zhou Hao outside the Zhenlong Platform, his face was like pale gold, his eyes were blank, and his breath was sluggish, almost only out of breath and no intake, just like a dead person.

"Little Five......

A cry of sorrow suddenly swept by, and a figure rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, stretched out its arms, and took the Wind Spirit Root Monk in his arms, calling anxiously.

The countless monks who returned solved their hunger and met their needs and had nothing to do, and they were immediately attracted by the news spread by the monks sent by Lin Tao, and they gathered on Zhenlongtai to watch the battle.

A simple, like an elf in the wilderness, I don't know when, also appeared in the crowd, a pair of bright eyes that seemed to be able to speak, starlight flickered, fixed looking at the Zhenlong platform, the familiar figure.

The calm heart lake is full of waves, making it almost difficult for her to hold herself, but in the end, those who have suffered since childhood, have a strong mind, and their cultivation is very deep, and they can also be said to have a firm Taoist heart, so before Zhou Hao felt something, he raised his eyes and glanced at the shuttle, but he was thrown into the arms of the peak monk of the foundation building, the monk who suffered a heavy blow but never died.

Confused mind, even if it is a monk, the cultivation is profound, when the vital person is injured, it is inevitable that he is at a loss, he does not know how to advance or retreat, and the life-saving elixir in his hand is so hard that he faints, and the unconscious Feng Linggen monk has a hard stuff in his mouth, but in fact, what he gets in exchange is just a mouthful of blood foam that keeps overflowing.

"This fellow Daoist, if you are really his relative and friend, if you do this, I am afraid that it will really kill him. ”

The monk at the peak of the foundation building was suddenly startled, his face was hideous, and he looked back at the person who spoke, "What do you say, are you looking for death? If my little five die, if he dies, if he dies, ...... if he dies."

The coercion of a monk at the peak of foundation building, but in front of a monk who was only in the early stage of foundation building, the Mai woman's action of gently lifting her hair instantly turned invisible, and then a spring breeze-like breath soothed the tyranny in her heart.

Xiao Yunxiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes were like stars, and she said: "Fellow Daoist, I don't know if I can let the little woman see that this fellow Daoist's injury may not be as serious as what Fellow Daoist has seen!"

"Okay, please, the old man was reckless for a while, and asked Taoist friends to help, and the great grace will never be forgotten. ”

Hearing that his brother might be saved, the peak monk of the foundation couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly promised, but the woman in Mai didn't say much, as if she didn't care at all, and her heart would never be hindered, and she would not be stained with the slightest dust.

Zhou Hao was on the Zhenlong platform, and he noticed the commotion under the stage, but he didn't care about it, he was covered in blood, and he looked even more terrifying and miserable than his opponent, but in fact, Zhou Hao was indeed not very comfortable, the desperate actions of the Wind Spirit Root Monk, and the extreme speed, in the case that Zhou Hao could not perform the additional attribute attack of the Seven Spirits, made him suffer a lot, and those blood marks were truly revealed.

After some squeezing, while the speed potential was stimulated, Zhou Hao also picked up a previous technique again, this technique and the spiritual root qualification were average, enough to amaze most monks. And at the last moment, Zhou Hao's long-buried wind perception suddenly reappeared.

The monk was beaten down from Zhenlongtai, in fact, Zhou Hao did not do it ruthlessly, but completely dispersed his spiritual power, this technique came from the Five Elements Forbidden Technique, and the reason why he used this method was a means of revenge for his death.

In other words, this method is an analysis of Zhou Hao's cultivation of the monk himself in the fog of the Hanhai Sea and in the great array of the Haotian God Clan for more than 400 years.

The fatal injuries of his own thirty-six key acupoints can be used as spiritual sacrifices to recover from his own dantian divine tree seeds, which makes Zhou Hao very curious about the acupuncture points all over his body.