But this sudden buzzing sound is like a fly that has been amplified countless times and is flying, making people feel uncomfortable in their chests and want to vomit, as if they have turned in place dozens of times, spinning in a daze.

The stone statue of Kabakaba began to crack, and a puff of black smoke came out, and evil filled the air, with an indescribable terror.

Then there was a loud bang and the stone statue cracked completely, and a withered palm flew out, with layers of black gas wrapped around it, and a roaring laughter came out of it.

At the same time, the finger bone in Zhang Hao's hand flew up and caught it on the palm, and the withered hand, which was still a little broken, instantly became perfect.

This is the withered hand of the Martial God, with a powerful aura on it, and after it came out, it directly penetrated the body of the Iron Blood Trialist, and the body of the strong Iron Blood Trial Trialist instantly became shriveled in the midst of a sly laugh, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to become like a pile of dust, losing its luster and falling to the ground.

"It's the left hand of the Blood House King!" The king of the Iron Blood Clan showed surprise on his face, recognized the remnant bones, and flew straight over.

"Divine bones?" Huo Jueyi was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward with a loud roar, completely forgetting about Rafal and the others.

When Su Yin saw Zhang Hao, he still couldn't believe it, and pointed at Zhang Hao's half-time genius and shouted, "You are actually a martial artist?" Higher than me? Oh my God, how do you cultivate. ”

Su Yin's level is not low at the beginning of the Martial Sect, and a Martial Sect of this age can be regarded as a genius wherever he is placed.

Chu Yu's slightly delicate face also looked like a hell, if she used to have the idea of surpassing Zhang Hao and surpassing her brother Chu Yuan in her heart, now it has been completely extinguished.

She smiled and thanked her seriously: "Thank you for saving me, please speak if you have a place to find your little sister in the future." ”

Zhang Hao just nodded politely, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the battle in front of him.

The withered hand had already killed the other trialists, and the black mist on it was a little thicker, and there were a few parts of crystalline white light on the palms of the hands.

Huo Jueyi changed into a purple robe and the light shone brightly, isolating the black mist, the long sword was killed, and the dry hand that hit was loud, and he wanted to accept it.

The king of the Iron Blood Clan even opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his withered hands had a crazy attraction to the blood, which immediately melted into it, but the attack power on the Iron Blood Clan immediately slowed down, as if he was thinking.

Burst!

The withered hand suddenly flew Huo Jueyi's cold ice bones and slapped on his chest, and an extremely strong aura instantly filled here, and in an instant, Huo Jueyi was like a cocoon chrysalis that was wrapped, constantly writhing.

"Respected King of the Blood Building, I am your people, please pass it on to me." The king of the Iron Blood Clan roared, but his body rushed in, shattering the black mist with a single punch, and grabbing the dry bone with one hand.

The withered hand is a treasure, leaving a wisp of remnant soul that wants to absorb flesh and blood and resurrect it.

"Haha, if you want to occupy my body, then give it to you."

Huo Jieyi took out a scroll in his right hand, blood red, pungent and unpleasant, his withered hands seemed to have seen the most exquisite food, and he actually stopped attacking, but flew towards the scroll, and there was a faint black figure churning and condensing.

"Death Cage!"

The scroll shattered, but a boxy blood-red cage appeared, and in the center of the cage was a rampaging dry hand, the two collided with each other, and wisps of powerful aura emanated out, Huo Jueyi leaned too close, half of his body was swept away, and instantly turned into dry bones, standing unsteadily, and falling to the ground, like a fish that fell to the shore writhing in pain.

The Iron Blood King pressed his hands on the black cage, looked up to the sky and let out an angry roar, the four fields shook, the cage shook violently, and at the same time, his body was shrinking a little bit, even so, his eyes were still extremely crazy.

The figure of the big battle alarmed the four fields, and someone had already rushed here, hiding in the dark, and seeing such a situation of losing both sides flashed.

There was a Terran Martial King, who was dressed in high-grade uniforms, and he boasted into the black mist in one step, and his shot carried the meaning of thunder and lightning, extremely violent, and his strength was amazing, killing the people around him.

Two more kings of the Iron Blood Clan rushed in with a sneer, also with a strong aura, killing all directions.

These people all went crazy, striking the strongest blows and plundering.

In the alliance, who dares to kill the Martial God, and who can kill the Martial God.

Rafal couldn't help but say: "Are these people crazy, even if the divine bones are priceless, but they can't be killed." ”

Chu Yu said with a worried face on his slightly delicate face: "There must be a martial arts inheritance on the bones of the Martial God, this remnant soul is so fierce, if you can condense the soul beads, the road to advanced Martial God will be smooth in the future." ”

Ye Qiao saw that Zhang Hao had no intention of leaving, took two steps forward, and said, "If you want it, then we will kill it and grab it, anyway, these people are only junior martial kings." ”

"You don't really want to rob it, do you?" Su Yin was taken aback.

Snatching food in the hands of a group of martial kings is really deadly.

Chu Yu bit her lip slightly, she and Su Yin were clever to survive the natural danger, but when they arrived here, they found that almost all of them were junior martial kings, and everyone was famous in the alliance, and even the ASEAN Tianjiao who was as strong as Su Yu was only stopped in front of the natural danger.

"I see, I see."

Rafal suddenly shouted, turned his head to Zhang Hao and said, "I understand, these people want to be parasitized at all, and then use their powerful power to refine the remnant soul into their own power, so as to ascend to the sky in one step. ”

However, Zhang Hao was like a stone sculpture, still not moving, and the whole person stood there, watching the battlefield covered with blood.

Half an hour later, the battle finally came to an end, and dozens of people who withdrew from the trial looked at the people in the field with withered hands held high, and the sky-high aura seemed to be the rebirth of the demon god, which made people fearful.

But suddenly, the strong man's head exploded, and there was a rude laugh on his withered hands, and a terrifying and strange aura began to spread.

"Run, the demon god has awakened."

"This is not a remnant soul, a complete soul that has awakened its memories."

The user woke up, it was too late, the boundless rain of blood watered the withered hands, and countless flesh and blood were enriching the withered hands.

It was a killing, and every trialist, whether human or iron-blooded, would eventually become the nourishment of a withered hand for him to absorb and recover.

The trial star was closed by the barbarian, and the strongest person was only the Martial King, but can the Martial King beat the soul of the Martial God level, the answer is in everyone's heart.

As strong as they are at this moment, there is also a feeling that they are about to collapse, and two martial kings who have comprehended the power of thunder and lightning rushed in, but they were instantly entangled by black mist, their heads burst, and they splashed in the air, and the scene was terrifying.

At this moment, the withered hands began to chase and kill the scattered trialists, and it was difficult to resist.

The withered hand cut through the sky, condensed into a grimace, and there was a green fire in the eye, looking at everyone, whining, and instantly hitting everyone.

Zhang Hao, who was standing silently like a rock, flashed two lights in his eyes, strode forward, grabbed forward with both hands steadily, and pressed his withered hands in the palm of his hand.

Call!

Black flames burst out on the withered hands, spreading down Zhang Hao's hands to his arms in an instant, and at the same time, the grimace shook, turning into wisps of black smoke that drilled into Zhang Hao's nose and ears.

The color on Zhang Hao's face changed, a strange green appeared in his eyes, and his throat gurgled and thought.

Ye Qiao and the others were furious, and shot at the same time, hitting the withered hand.

"Don't move!" Zhang Hao's eyes suddenly became clear, and a clear voice came out of his mouth, where was he half confused.

The black smoke gathered in his mind and made a grimace, and he laughed strangely, but suddenly the laughter stopped, like a duck that had been suddenly pinched by someone's neck.

Grimace frantically wanted to escape from here, neither in the past nor now, he had never felt so frightened and scared as he did now, and even shook as he condensed into his face.

In front of his eyes was a quaint bracelet, gray as if it had been buried for a thousand years.

The bracelet seemed to be woken up by a grimace, slightly shifted, and made a mooing sound, the sound was leisurely, dull and solemn, as if thousands of people were speaking at the same time.

The grimace was shattered in an instant, turning into black fragments, fragments of memory in the remnant soul.

With another sound, the fragments turned into smoke, as if they had been smoked by an exhaust fan, and began to fly up and wrap around the bracelet.

The bracelet seemed to be charging, and one of the relics glowed with a misty light, and the sound of chanting and prayer rang out.

At the same time, Zhang Hao saw a dry planet, and there were huge circular buildings in the boundless yellow sand, and they were connected together, and there was no end in sight.

This is the resident planet of the Iron Blood, and an Iron Blood Boy and other Iron Blood Clan boys are arranged together to receive systematic learning and training, this is the young Blood House King.

The King of the Blood Mansion was a smart and agile young man, he was already made a warrior by the royal court at the age of twelve, and he was sent to an ancient star trial at the age of sixteen during the coming-of-age ceremony.

He was also a martial artist, he killed three eighth-order fierce beasts, hunted an indigenous tribe of 1,000 people, and became the king of that year.

Then there were pictures of conquest, until there was a big battle with the barbarians here, and he was directly destroyed by a barbarian powerhouse.

Zhang Hao was stunned, how strong is the King of the Blood Building, it is obvious that he has been fighting all his life, and when he was one hundred and eighty years old, he advanced to the Martial God and sat in the royal court.

is such a martial god, but he was slapped to death by another barbarian powerhouse, is that an existence beyond the martial god?

The black smoke cleared, and a relic shone like a jewel, with a soft light and ten thousand rays of light.

Suddenly, his eyes were dark, and then he came to a splendid and antique hall in front of the hall, in front of the hall there was a big ding, full of finger-thick sandalwood, and a black ancient clock hung on an ancient pine on the side, the bell sound was solemn, peaceful, and made people forget their troubles.

In front of the main hall in the middle, there were hundreds of people kneeling there, all of them were wearing yellow dragon robes, and some of them faintly exuded a fierce aura, and each of them exuded a high-ranking and powerful aura.

The plaque hangs three gilded characters of the Lama Temple.

Zhang Hao unconsciously walked forward and walked past these kneeling people, who did not have the slightest perception of his existence, but only prayed sincerely.

In the main hall, an old monk in red sits on a yellow futon, turning Buddha beads in his hand.

Suddenly, the old monk opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Hao.

Popular (Yangzhou Book Group)