At this time, Li Zihua shouted in surprise: "Captain, I found it, I found it, there is a bottle of the gift of the ancestral god, and two bottles of S-level physical strength elixir." ”

Zheng Dazhong was extremely surprised, his eyes were red, and he trembled as a result of a bottle of blue potion, this elixir was like a nebula in the sky, constantly converging and spreading, very beautiful, and even had a feeling of indulging in.

"That's right, that's right, this is the gift of the ancestral god, and the little one is saved." Zheng Dazhong said incoherently: "Thank you, Brother Zhang Hao, if there is something in the future, I Zheng Dazhong will definitely arrive, thank you." ”

Zhang Hao patted Zheng Dazhong on the shoulder, "They are all teammates, no one thanks anyone, now that you have received the gift of the ancestral god, you should leave here as soon as possible." ”

"You...... You're not going with us? ”

Zhang Hao's eyes looked at the black altar, where there were crowds, there was a big war breaking out, it was very amazing, terrifying fluctuations, even here can feel it.

"Brother, listen to me, you are strong, after all, you are still at the level of the Martial Sect, you can't go there, even if the Martial King level climbs up, you may not be able to come down, listen to me, we will wait for the next time, the next time will only be ten years."

"Yes, Zhang Hao, no one knows what is going up further, don't go, let's go to other places, we can also improve the level." Li Zihua's face was pale, his soul was damaged, and it would take a long time to recover.

Zhang Hao thanked: "Thank you for your concern, but since I came, I still want to go and see, even if it doesn't work, it is to accumulate experience in the future." ”

Chonglou looked at Zhang Hao, he knew that this peer had surpassed him too much.

When the two races meet, the winner wins the throne and the loser dies.

There is no way back.

Zhang Hao said goodbye to his teammates, walked firmly, and walked forward step by step, giving people an indescribable feeling, as if he saw a peerless king walking towards his own battlefield.

Beneath the altar was more vigorous, and there were several cracked corpses, blood gushing and flowing.

Walking up one step at a time, Zhang Hao felt a little pressure, this altar has the blessing of the formation, and it has to withstand twenty times the pressure.

"Human, get down, this path is different." An Iron-Blood Clan Trialist flew down from the front road and killed Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao sneered: "You are not qualified enough to block my way. "

Zhang Hao directly launched a fierce attack, knocking the opponent on the road, and he didn't stop at all.

Half a day later, Zhang Hao climbed a thousand meters, and the gravity to be borne here was fifty times, and many people reached the limit and could only withdraw, and there were ròu'tǐ strong people who forcibly went up, but as a result, their bodies exploded and they crushed themselves to death.

Zhang Hao saw an acquaintance, covered in blood, with a resolute face, panting, slowly walking upward, with a string of liú'xuè footprints behind him.

When the overlord Su Yu saw Zhang Hao, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, even if he had said hello, he was still inferior after all, and it was already a miracle that he could come here.

Zhang Hao left a few physical strength potions and recovery potions, Su Yu didn't need pity or pity, nodded and climbed towards it.

On the way, Zhang Hao encountered three kings of the Iron Blood Clan, they couldn't move forward, Suo Xìng stayed halfway, intercepting and killing those Terrans who ascended the altar, and there were more than a dozen Tianjiao who were bloody, and they couldn't see it.

Zhang Hao perfectly showed the fury of the mountain ape, and it was not difficult to kill the three iron-blooded clans one by one under the Eight Desolation Tricks.

The vitality here is more abundant, and it only takes a few breaths to recover, Zhang Hao did not rush to climb, but went around, and killed more than a dozen Iron Blood Clan trialists before stopping.

Both the Iron Blood and the Terrans saw this bloody scene.

This kind of domineering spirit where you kill one of me and I kill you ten makes the human race inspire and the iron-blooded clan fearful, this is a madman temporarily.

"Madman, Zhang Hao is worthy of being a madman, he even dares to kill the enemy in all directions on the altar of the gods, he is too fierce, he deserves to be an idol."

"Is this guy really a freshman, this is too strong, you see that he has surpassed the overlord Su and defeated."

"There is a monster Gu Han in the new students of the Western League, and there is also a madman Zhang Hao in the new students of our ASEAN, wait and see, Zhang Hao can definitely destroy that girl."

Those who are not at a high level feel excited to see Zhang Hao's performance, as if they were there in person, and many people have already locked their eyes on Zhang Hao's screen.

However, those strong men who had been on the Martial King shook their heads slightly, not optimistic.

One of the generals sneered: "It's a bit of courage for this little guy to dare to climb the altar just after advancing to the Martial Sect, but it's a pity that this kind of place like the Fengshen Altar can't be climbed by luck, look, this little guy's road ends here, and if he wants to go up again, his body will be shattered immediately, and he can't even leave the whole corpse." ”

"Yes, in fact, I'm quite optimistic about this guy named Zhang Hao, our legion lacks such talents, but now it seems." The general shook his head with some regret.

Lu Yong said regretfully: "Why did he go up, Zhang Hao, this little guy looks like a very shrewd child, he doesn't eat anything, why don't he know this truth." ”

Hou Li stood up, walked to Ye Wenying's side and sat down, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Ye, do you think this kid Zhang Hao can walk up to the altar?" ”

Others didn't know, but Hou Li knew that the person in front of him was one of the few people who had climbed to the top of the altar.

"Everyone has their own path, whether it is right or wrong, it is their own choice." Ye Wenying smiled and said slowly: "The Fengshen Altar is just a place used to sacrifice heaven and earth before the barbarians set out on the expedition, there was nothing originally, but the barbarian Zun left a war scripture on it back then, so it became a forbidden land, and the terrible thing is those opponents, not the altar." ”

Hou Li realized.

Zhang Hao then walked upward, the screen instantly lost the signal, and the altar was blessed by a large array, which was unpredictable, and even the divine sense of the peerless powerhouse could not detect it.

As soon as the screen turned, the person who appeared this time was a middle-aged man, his eyes were blazing, and he also climbed to a place of eight hundred meters, and there was a corpse of an iron-blooded trialist behind him, and there was surging power on the corpse, and the blood was glowing, obviously a trialist of the Martial King level.

Zhang Hao didn't know this, if it was just a doubling of pressure, Zhang Hao estimated that he could go to the top, and in terms of physical strength, even the guy who was Heshitian was not as good as himself.

"What is this?" Zhang Hao had just climbed the first step, and immediately the fog was in front of him, and a mottled stone path appeared on the road, stained with blood, and there were broken stone statues on both sides of the road, exuding a taste of ancient vicissitudes.

At the same time, there was also an unexplained uneasiness in the demon's heart.

Gaba Gaba Gaba! The mountain wind blew, and the sound of footsteps came from above.

These are two stone statues, holding spears high, slowly walking towards Zhang Hao, with an invincible aura.

The stone statue should have been lifeless, but the eyes of this pair of stone statues were extremely smart, with a black resentment, like a terrible ghost crawling out of the underworld.

"Is it a heroic soul?" Zhang Hao thought of the general in the last pass of Taichung, and it was the same.

Zhang Hao strode up to meet him, hitting the dragon elephant like a ruo, doubling his strength, waving his fists, there was a burst of breath, and the impact continued.

This is the stone statue of the Martial King Rank, the combat power is amazing, the stone spear moves are simple, but with an indomitable momentum, the two cooperated, Zhang Hao was also hit again and again, and his blood was rolling, almost unbearable.

Zhang Hao coped with it with all his might, without the slightest carelessness, and finally broke the stone statue after half an hour.

But then the whole stone road shook, as if there was an earthquake, and the sound of the stone statue moving became more and more, and even Zhang Hao saw a stone statue six or seven meters high in the distance and suddenly turned his head and looked this way.

Since ancient Huashan, can it really only be hit?

"Hit!" Zhang Hao burst into tears, pulled out of the prison, and rushed upward, along the way, there were such stone statues everywhere, and there was no end in sight.

Gradually, Zhang Hao found that the moves of these stone statues were very regular, and they were the basic martial arts used by warriors on the battlefield to charge, but even so, Zhang Hao was still difficult to beat.

This is?

One of the stone statues was shattered, and there was a white stone paddle slowly flowing out of his heart, which looked a little crystalline, giving birth to an endless fragrance, Zhang Hao dipped it with his fingers, put it in his mouth, and immediately his heart was unobstructed, and in an instant, an amazing cold air burst out, sweeping through the whole body.

This is the Ten Thousand Year Stone Rǔ, which contains an amazing amount of vitality, whether it is used to condense the life mansion or to improve one's own cultivation, it has powerful benefits.

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up, his demon heart turned, and he quickly repaired his body and began to look for the stone statue.

Three days later, he had already drunk a full sixty drops of Shi Rǔ, and finally gave up after taking it without any effect, but even so, Zhang Hao also collected three large bottles, which were good things, the best tonic.

With the watering of Shi Rǔ, Zhang Hao's Divine Lotus became more and more brilliant, and Zhang Hao's Eight Desolation Recipes even began to transcend and transform with the help of Divine Lotus.

No wonder I know that this road is dead and life-threatening, but there are countless people here, this is a kind of sublimation of martial arts, a powerful grinding, and countless heavenly treasures are scattered on both sides of the mountain road.

"There's no road ahead." In front of Zhang Hao, an old man in his fifties sat there, calm and solemn, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if a steel knife had shot out, giving people a decisive and ruthless feeling.

In front of it is a huge mountain stream, which seems to divide the mountain in two.

"Could it be that this mountain is divided into two sections, and the one above automatically floats in the air?" Zhang Hao walked over with a smile, took out a cigarette and handed it over.

The old man did not answer, but frowned, looking at the clouds and mist between the two mountains, looking at the rift thousands of meters wide, where there was a strong wind crossing, and there were constantly thunder and lightning suddenly appeared, which was a desperate natural danger.

Zhang Hao found a stone and sat down, smoked a cigarette comfortably, and said with a smile: "Old man, don't be too anxious, our road is like this, and other people's roads must be similar. ”

"Hmph, what you said is light, I searched here for a day, there is no other road at all, not even a chain chain can be seen, this mountain stream is thousands of feet deep, there is no possibility of climbing down."

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