After Zhong Zihao killed the ancient beast, the space squirmed, and a golden dragon about twenty zhang long pounced out.

Facing this legendary creature, and its strength was much stronger than that of the ancient beast, Zhong Zihao had no choice but to fight again.

"Khooth!"

All kinds of strange tricks were stacked, and it was not easy to create an opportunity to rush in front of the golden dragon, and the sword of the slashing god slashed down with terrifying power.

"Sneer......"

There was a burst of fire on the dragon scales, and Zhong Zihao only felt that the long sword in his hand was so shocked that he almost wanted to get rid of it, but he couldn't cut through the skin of the golden dragon at all.

"What a terrifying defense! Qiankun Formation Diagram, out!"

Zhong Zihao's heart was shocked, and he exclaimed in exclamation, and in the majestic coercion, a vast black and white painting scroll shrouded down.

"Whew!"

A dragon roar resounded through the sky, the golden dragon's body flipped over, and it was already free from the shackles of the Qiankun array, and the huge dragon tail slashed through the space of dozens of zhang in an instant, and slammed towards Zhong Zihao.

"Slash the gods!"

Zhong Zihao clenched the sword with both hands, the rich Dao intent spread, the tiger's eyes narrowed slightly, and he swiped lightly at the dragon's tail. The sword was silent, like an antelope hanging its horns, whimsical, without a trace, and slashed impartially on the dragon's tail.

The golden dragon was in pain, and the dragon power swept overwhelmed, and the speed of the dragon's tail suddenly increased, as if it had passed through space, and it was pumped on him in an instant.

"Poof!"

Zhong Zihao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his proud body, vulnerable in front of the golden dragon, flew more than two miles away, slammed into the ground, and broke most of his ribs.

He quickly turned over and sat up, ready to dodge the golden dragon's next attack, but saw that the other party stopped a mile away, looking at him viciously, but he couldn't come.

He lowered his gaze to the ground, only to see a shallow silver line there. Couldn't the golden dragon cross this line, and as long as he returned here, he would be safe?

In order to confirm this speculation, he took out the fountain of life, drank half of the bottle in one gulp, rubbed himself and put it back on.

After a few retreats, he was sure that his guess was correct, as long as he retreated behind the silver line, no matter how angry the golden dragon roared, he never stepped there.

With the security guarantee, he fought more and more fiercely, and after recovering from his third serious injury, he suddenly sacrificed the Black Flame Demon Sword in the battle, and finally slashed the golden dragon.

"Huhuhu!" Zhong Zihao knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

It was too difficult, he had a feeling that even if Ren Xiaotian came to fight with the golden dragon, it would not be much easier than himself.

Not surprisingly, the place where the golden dragon's corpse lay sideways disappeared again as the space changed. Zhong Zihao rested for more than half an hour before he walked out, and after he crossed the silver line, the space in front of him squirmed for the third time.

He had some expectations in his heart, the first time it appeared was the ancient beast, and the second time it was the legendary golden dragon, I don't know what kind of species will appear this time.

But when the result appeared, he suddenly had an urge to go berserk, and he was surprised.

What appeared this time was not a demon beast, but an old man in a gray robe.

The old man was about seventy years old, with white hair and white beard, flesh and blood, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like a formation was changed at all, but like a great power of the sect.

What's even more weird is that after this old man appeared, he actually smiled at him, as if to say: Defeat me before you can enter the next level.

Zhong Zihao sensed it slightly, and couldn't help but be shocked, the strength of the gray-robed old man was actually ten times more terrifying than the golden dragon.

He thought in his heart, this kind of strength has definitely reached the level of the early stage of the Immortal Realm, and even surpasses it, I really don't know what kind of purpose the person who created this alien space wants to set such a difficult test.

Without much hesitation, he could only fight again.

Needless to say, the strength of the old man is pervasive, and even the ordinary actions of raising his hand and pausing his feet seem to contain obvious Taoist intent.

Every time Zhong Zihao made a move, he was seriously injured in two or three moves, and then fled back to the rear to heal.

In fact, it is not just healing, for him who has the fountain of life in his body, as long as there is no fatal injury, he can recover in an instant.

And the reason why he took so long was to adjust his state of mind, restore the consumption of his mind, and more importantly, comprehend.

And so on and so on until more than three months later.

"Drink, slash!"

Zhong Zihao drank heavily, and with the terrifying power of the lotus sword array, he finally injured the gray-robed old man.

Just as he was about to take advantage of the situation to expand the results of the battle, the gray-robed old man smiled at him again, and then there was a ripple in the space, and the old man's figure disappeared.

"Fuck you!"

Zhong Zihao was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

At present, he was also not lightly injured, and after retreating to the rear for a little breathing, he realized the gains of this battle. Although he was unwilling, he had to admit that during this period of time, every time he defeated an opponent, his strength was rapidly improving.

Two hours later, he got up again and walked forward with a steady pace.

In his opinion, he has passed the three-level test, and this formation should also be hidden and give himself some guidance.

However, when he crossed the silver line, the void in front of him squirmed again, and when he saw the opponent who had just appeared, he was stunned on the spot, with a hellish look on his face.

A black-robed young man appeared in front of him, his figure was slightly thin, his face was quite handsome, and his firm and confident expression looked so familiar.

This...... Isn't that what the fuck is me?

Even his dress, demeanor, and the Black Flame Demon Sword in his hand were exactly the same!

At this moment, Zhong Zihao couldn't help but suspect that he was asleep, and the scene in front of him was just in a dream, or he was looking in the mirror.

"Khooth!"

He suddenly raised his hand, and infinite demonic energy bloomed on the Black Flame Demon Sword, and the coercion swept away.

On the opposite side, another "Zhong Zihao" also raised his hand, in no particular order with him, and also raised his sword, and his momentum bloomed.

"Whew!"

A tentative attack was unleashed, and a black light erupted from the magic sword, causing the air to pop.

"Boom!"

The same is true of the "self" on the other side, offering exactly the same sword move. The two sword rays collided in the air, stirring up the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force and shaking the void.

Zhong Zihao was furious, and the Seven Stars Waning Moon Array was sacrificed in an instant, and a round of brilliant Wanyue erupted on the Black Flame Demon Sword, slashing forward with a momentum of no return.

The other "Zhong Zihao" was not slower than him, and he also performed a move in the Seven Star Wanxing Moon Array, and the two rounds of Wanyue exploded in the middle again, and the roar resounded through the sky.

"Whew!"

Zhong Zihao's feet moved, and he stepped out in a daze, and instantly appeared in front of the other party, in the same action, the two looked at each other, and they could see their reflections from each other's eyes.

With a wave of his left hand, the sky-turning seal was thrown out, and a large handprint covering the sky flashed into the void and pressed down on the head. The other party was the same, the two sky-covering giants shouted terrifyingly, and at the same time fell to the two people below.

Just when the handprint was about to fall, Zhong Zihao's heart moved, raised his hand, and withdrew the attack.

He suddenly thought that the other party was exactly the same as himself, and he even knew what he was thinking in his heart, if he was killed, would he also die?

Death is not terrible, but being killed by one's own hands is not extremely wronged, and it is estimated that there is nowhere to reason when entering the underworld.

(End of chapter)