The eighth master has never been here, and at this time, Ye Hao told him to do it, so as not to startle the snake.

This time, Ye Hao was not in a hurry.

Because if it was as he guessed, his father's life would not be in danger for the time being.

He also had to go to the sword mound to take a look, and the broken artifact intrigued him.

Suppress these things, and soon it will be time for Ye Hao to play on his own.

In the center of the field, the tall figure of the wilderness has appeared, and his eyes are calm with a touch of pride.

Indeed, he does have proud capital.

Ye Hao slowly walked to the venue, and he looked at Huang Tuo, as if he was observing the other party.

He was feeling the remnants of the power of the ancient gods in the other party's body.

"What are you looking at?" Huang Tuo seemed to feel Ye Hao's gaze, frowned, and said in a deep voice.

"It's very thin, if you don't meet me, you won't have a chance to improve in the Yuanwu Continent. Ye Hao didn't answer his words, but glanced at him and said, "I can give you a chance, surrender, you make a choice for the desolate clan." ”

Huang Tuo's eyes froze suddenly, and he didn't know why he seemed to hear something strange from Ye Hao's words, but the words behind him made him sneer all of a sudden.

"Do you want to get the allegiance of the whole race in one sentence?

Ye Hao shook his head, "Forget it, I'm just a little curious, since the ancient gods have fallen, there is naturally a reason for the fall." ”

"I really don't know what you're talking about!" Huang Tuo glanced at Ye Hao with some confusion, and then stepped on his feet and rushed towards him like a brute beast.

In an instant, a terrifying desolate power instantly diffused from his body.

"Huh!"

The speed of the wilderness was very fast, and almost instantaneously it pierced through the void and came to Ye Hao.

Before the person arrived, the aura of the wasteland that made everything slow suddenly appeared.

Ye Hao felt that kind of fluctuation expressionlessly, if he was a powerhouse of the same level, as long as he was shrouded in this kind of domain-like wasteland, he would fall behind.

But now in Ye Hao's eyes, the desolate power is as naïve as a toddler.

"Buzz!"

Ye Hao just thought about it, and the once condensed space-time Dao Treasure in his body shook slightly, and suddenly an inexplicable fluctuation came out.

In the next moment, all the aura of desolate power shattered like bubbles.

What sluggishness, what aging, there is no meaning at all.

In front of Ye Hao, he didn't even have the qualifications to match.

This is the suppression of perception and the gap in the level of law.

Ye Hao used to be the Great Emperor of the Great Thousand Planes, the closest to touching the existence of the origin of the Long River of Time.

In addition, today, he cultivated the Five Emperors Creation Body, and the Blue Emperor Immortal Body was even more contaminated with the breath of time.

Under all the blessings, it is not at all comparable to this thin bloodline.

is the so-called mutual restraint, for everyone's headache of the waste, it is not worth mentioning here in Ye Hao.

Seeing that Ye Hao did not dodge or dodge, the originally rising battle intent in his heart was reduced by a few points, after all, the other party was able to come this far, and he was definitely not a mediocre talent.

"Hehe, it's so easy to be ...... by my desolate power Hmmm, impossible!" Arato sneered, but before he finished speaking, his face changed wildly.

Because he felt his desolation power, and it was gone.

That's right, it's gone.

It felt as if the ants had met the dragon and didn't dare to exist at all.

In the midst of the lightning, there was no time for him to reminisce about the incomprehension and shock in it.

Because Ye Hao's palm moved, it was extremely ordinary, and he slapped the other party in a simple way, looking like he was going to slap his face directly.

A slap?

Such a thought popped up in everyone's hearts, but as soon as this thought emerged, they couldn't help but shake their heads.

You're too trusting, aren't you?

Who is on the other side? It is the desolate clan that has shocked the entire land of Zhongzhou for countless years, and it makes people talk about it.

Who else can resist that terrifying desolate force?

"It's really overwhelming, it's so big. The Thunder Supreme snorted coldly in disdain.

"If he can defeat the other party, I can go eat!" Xiong Zun, who had recovered a little at this time, covered his wrist, which was still aching, and said viciously.

The rest of the people shook their heads one after another, thinking that Ye Hao would be able to turn the tide and cut off the wilderness, but now it was so casual, it really made everyone uninterested.

Xingfeng Danzun also frowned slightly at this time, and a trace of incomprehension flashed in his eyes.

He didn't believe that Ye Hao would give up the chance to advance so easily.

Just when everyone's thoughts were complicated, Ye Hao's palm had already waved, cutting through the void, leaving a not-so-fast trajectory in mid-air.

In the eyes of everyone, Arato didn't even need to care too much about it, and he could completely dodge it.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came, and everyone took it for granted that Ye Hao was punched away by Huang Tuo.

However, when they looked at it, they were suddenly stunned.

I saw that Ye Hao's palm hit Huang Tuo's face in the incredible gaze of everyone.

The slow slap, Arato didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

From a distance, it looks like Arato himself slaps the other party.

Just a moment, Arakuto's face was around, his cheeks trembled, and the whole person flew out uncontrollably to the side.

In the middle of the air, a reddish slap print appeared on half of the man's cheek.

"Bang bang!"

Tuotuo's body slammed into the ground not far away, splashing a layer of smoke and dust.

There was silence for a moment.

The sound of the desert landing was like two bombs exploding in their hearts, and everyone was surging with blood and blood, like a thick fish bone, stuck in the throat, unable to come up, unable to swallow, extremely uncomfortable.

The Wild Thunder Supreme's face was pale, but he didn't expect such a dark horse to emerge from the Dan Palace Holy Land this time.

Xiong Zun of the Banshee Alliance was even more ugly at this time.

Not far away, some disciples of other sects secretly glanced at him from time to time, after all, he had unabashedly said that he was going to eat just now.

Even though these people knew that they were not the opponents of the Holy Land, it did not prevent their eyes from being full of schadenfreude.

This time, Xiong Zun's face was even more ugly.

Compared with others, the most shocking thing should be regarded as wilderness.

He just clearly felt that Ye Hao's body also exuded the aura of desolate power.

"No, that's a power that's even higher than the power of the wilderness. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Arato wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of incredulity.

"It doesn't matter who I am!" Ye Hao said lightly: "You just need to know that the fate of the desolate clan is in my hands, there is only one chance, you think about it carefully!"

Ye Hao was a little interested in the bloodline of the ancient gods and wanted to recruit him, but he didn't force it, and only gave Huangtuo a chance to choose.

If you refuse, you will lose a great opportunity.

(End of chapter)