Ji Jiatai didn't stop for a moment, running wildly, thinking of countermeasures in his mind, and the Heavenly Thunder Sword behind him was getting closer and closer.

'Escaping like this will definitely not work, sooner or later we will catch up!'

He roared in his heart, anger welling up in his chest. He felt that he couldn't escape, and if he was injured, he had to limit the degree of this strange sword, otherwise he would definitely fall today.

Suddenly, he stopped in the void and turned sharply, his eyes red and a vicious light that shot out of his eyes.

He quickly raised his right hand and clenched his fist, with great strength, swirling around his fist, scattering terrifying fluctuations.

At a certain moment, the fist smashed out, squeezing the air, and a sonic boom like thunder, a terrifying fist, shot out a dazzling white light, like a kilowatt incandescent lamp, extremely brilliant.

The fist galloped thousands of miles, rushed towards the Heavenly Thunder Sword that shot at the sky, and bombarded it fiercely.

In an instant, they collided.

Rumble!

Like a bomb exploding, the earth-shattering roar, there is a terrifying energy, the waves come in, setting off a huge wind and waves, causing the void to shake, spasms, forming a storm of energy, crushing everything.

At the same time, the terrifying sound waves, which almost tore the eardrums, vibrated in the sky, and were transmitted for dozens of miles, with echoes stirring, layered on top of each other, and the noise was unpleasant.

Chen Hao stepped on the void, walking step by step, his body was full of fairy-like breath, like a dream, as if an immortal had descended into the world, with a high and high-spirited bearing that looked down on the world.

When he saw the fist bombarding the Heavenly Thunder Sword, his face was cold, his eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly: "I can't measure myself, since I stop, then die!"

With a sudden wave of the big sleeve, there was an inexplicable force, which swept out, crushing the fluctuating energy and the piercing sound waves.

Then, he pinched the finger of his sword and volleyed it a little.

Airplanes...

The black-purple light, in the center of the energy storm, suddenly flickered, appearing in the eyes of the Ji family Taishang.

What the!

Ji Jiataishang felt a chill in his heart, feeling his heart contract, his whole body froze, and he could barely breathe.

He couldn't believe his eyes, how could this happen? That black and purple light was not that strange sword!

Sure enough, the next moment.

Sou...

The black and purple light, piercing through the energy storm, rushed out, several times higher than the degree of its sound, and the wind galloped and shot away, bringing a terrible wind whistle, which made people shudder.

Ji Jiatai's face was frightened, pale, his feet were empty, and he retreated frantically behind him.

However, the Heavenly Thunder Sword was too terrifying, biting tightly, and the distance was constantly narrowing.

"That little boy, what kind of cultivation is it? Jindan? impossible!"

The Ji family's eyes were cracked, and they were frightened, roaring in their hearts, and fell into a daze.

Chen Hao's cultivation is a void pill, above the congenital great perfection, as long as he is willing, he can be a golden pill with one thought.

However, in the mundane world, the Void Pill is only in legends, and has not appeared, and the Ji family Taishang can't think of this layer at all.

He didn't want to accept his fate and struggle.

"Whew..."

There was the sound of a dragon's groan, which resounded in the body of the Ji family.

All over his body, his skin was red, like a red-hot steel plate, dissipating terrifying heat, forming a heat wave, rolling around him, burning the air crackling, burning the void to cracks, and fine lines appeared, making people feel terrible at a glance.

He was burning his blood—burning from the ancient, Yellow Emperor's bloodline.

"True dragon punch, my life is in the sky!"

Ji Jiatai roared, his eyes spewing dragon-shaped flames.

The fist of his right hand was clenched fiercely, and it was red, without a trace of flesh and blood, like a red-hot hammer. There is a shocking power, brewing, and a monstrous dragon chant, resounding.

He exploded, his red fist smashed out, the dragon's groan resounded through the sky, and there was a blood-red dragon-shaped energy, rushing out of the fist, falling into the void, facing the wind, becoming a hundred-zhang long dragon, scattering terrifying power, as if from the desolation.

The dragon has five claws, and it is majestic and heavy!

The emperor of the beasts, look down on the world!

Chen Hao saw this scene from afar, the soles of his feet stopped in the void, his eyes were solemn, and his heart hesitated.

His inheritance, part of it, comes from the ancient Yellow Emperor. According to human nature, the Yellow Emperor is kind to him, and the Ji family in front of him is the blood of the Yellow Emperor and the descendant of the benefactor.

To kill, or not to kill?

Chen Hao was a little entangled and kept groaning.

However, the hundred-zhang giant dragon was mighty, rushing towards the Heavenly Thunder Sword, opening the huge dragon's mouth, and the dragon groaned.

Kill!

Chen Hao raised his head sharply and made a decision.

The Yellow Emperor is the ancestor of China, the common ancestor of China, and the patron saint of China.

At this moment, only the killing of the Ji family is the greatest respect for the Yellow Emperor.

Chen Hao did not hesitate, a monstrous red light appeared on his body, which stirred the blood of the Yellow Emperor, and the phantom of the Yellow Emperor with a crown appeared behind him, majestic and earth-shattering.

The momentum of the hundred-zhang dragon is like a rainbow. However, at the moment when the Yellow Emperor's phantom appeared, its body shook violently and slowed down.

It raised its dragon head and looked at the Yellow Emperor's phantom, and the dragon's eyes formed by pure energy revealed strange fluctuations.

Suddenly, its huge dragon body shattered, turned into heaven and earth energy, and scattered between heaven and earth.

"What!"

The Ji family roared, his eyes were full of disbelief and madness.

He burned the blood of the Yellow Emperor and struck the strongest blow in his life, but there was such a scene, and the whole person was blinded.

Suddenly, he stared and saw the phantom behind Chen Hao, his whole body trembled, and he was afraid in his heart, that was the ancestor, that was the Yellow Emperor.

In the ancestral hall of the Ji family, there is a portrait of the Yellow Emperor. Worship at festivals, often watch, familiar to the point, at this moment at a glance to recognize.

"The ancestor abandoned the Ji family!

Ji Jiataishang's whole body trembled, and his eyes were desperate.

He clearly remembered that in the Ji family rules, there was such a strange one: the ancestor god appeared, and the heaven and earth built new rules.

Now it seems that Chen Hao is the person chosen by the Yellow Emperor, who has to undertake the mission, cleanse the world, and shape a new world.

'Since the choice of the ancestors, the descendants of the next generation, earnestly implement it, and never resist!'

In the eyes of the old man of the Ji family, turbid tears appeared, and he opened his eyes and watched the heavenly thunder sword shoot, and the terrifying heat on his body slowly dissipated.

He stretched out his arms and embraced the sky.

When Chen Hao saw this scene, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

However, after making his decision, without a pause, he raised his palm and waved it gently.

Immediately, a strange power turned into fluorescence, crossed the sky, and was injected into the Heavenly Thunder Sword, causing the degree of the Heavenly Thunder Sword to suddenly increase, reaching terrifying, like a laser.

Burst!

The Heavenly Thunder Sword crossed the distance, without the slightest obstacle, and passed through the chest of the Ji family's Taishang, bringing up blood flowers, like blooming red roses.

'How so?'

When Chen Hao saw this scene, his face was surprised, and he didn't understand why the Ji family didn't stop him and let the Heavenly Thunder Sword pass through his chest, it stands to reason that it is impossible.

The next moment, though, he knew.

"Boy... The ancestor of the Yellow Emperor chose you, go down, and complete the mission!"

Blood gushed out of Ji Jiatai's chest, and with a wry smile on his old face, he looked at Chen Hao and opened his mouth lonely.

After he spoke, his eyes closed, he lay backwards, and fell from the air, like an autumn maple leaf, and walked his life.

(End of chapter)

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