Chu Hao turned his head and glanced at the disciples surnamed Zhao, ignoring them, still methodically walking towards the golden flying sand.

The divine pattern was revealed, condensed into flying sand, obviously there are a lot of divine patterns here, otherwise there would be no such change.

According to Chu Hao's speculation, half of the Diyuan Jue Divine Patterns he obtained should have been completed, and with the patterns contained in these flying sands, he could be perfected to at least two-thirds.

In the misty and dim environment, Li Qingtie and the others couldn't see Hao's true face clearly at all, so they could only watch him walk past him.

"This senior brother, can you do me a favor?" the disciple surnamed Zhao shouted again unwillingly, and at the same time, there was a hint of respect in his tone.

Although he couldn't see Hao's appearance clearly, the person who could stand still in this sandstorm and be as steady as Mount Tai was definitely not something he could afford to provoke.

Among him, only a few leading figures among the core disciples can do this, and others simply can't reach such a level.

And those few people, except for Du Qingyun and Han Mengyan, are also disciples who have penetrated more than ten or twenty tricks, not that they can be compared to the disciples who have only opened two or three tricks.

If it was in normal times, when he saw such a character, he didn't dare to take a breath, and would only avoid it from afar.

But the god tattoo is in front of him, this is an opportunity that can only be encountered by chance, he is really unwilling to miss it, so he can only ask for help.

At this time, they were about to be unable to hold on, and they could only rely on a wisp of unwilling will in their chests to support them, and the divine power shield would be wiped out by the sandstorm at any time.

"Click!"

At this moment, there was a slight crackle. It was very weak, and it should have been annihilated in the sandstorm, but it was like a thunderbolt exploding in Li Qingtie's heart.

Hold on for a long time. Finally, the mask could no longer hold on, and was crushed by the wind and sand that kept squeezing in all directions.

Li Qingtie and the disciple surnamed Zhao and the other three people's faces changed in an instant, and the light mask was broken, which meant that they had failed and were about to be blasted out of the formation level.

"No ......"

The disciple surnamed Zhao screamed heartbreakingly, his eyes were very unwilling, and he was almost congested.

Seeing that the god pattern is in front of you. It's within reach, but it's always a little bit off, and it's missed. It made him feel the urge to vomit blood.

The other few people are not much better, this is the divine pattern, the foundation of the path to the true powerhouse, even if they are core disciples. Actually, I didn't get much.

And the divine pattern contained in these flying sands. It's definitely not much less than what they get, and even more complex and powerful.

With their qualifications, it is very difficult to go further, so it is almost impossible to win the sect's reward magic by making progress.

It is only in the level of Iron Blood Peak that they have the opportunity to obtain more profound divine patterns, which can be incorporated into their bodies and tempered their physiques.

If they miss out on these divine patterns this time, they may not be able to have such a chance again in their lifetime. This is where the achievements of a lifetime stop.

After all, the Iron Cloak Gate is just a small sect with limited resources. Only the most powerful people can be fed, and the others may not even have a chance to enjoy the leftovers.

It can be said that in terms of cultivation, they only have continuous progress, and if they stagnate slightly, they will be left far behind by their peers.

Li Qingtie is a typical example, he has obtained evil energy, and he has succeeded in his skills, and he has already thrown off those former companions.

And if he wants to go further, he can only keep moving forward, get the appreciation of the sect, and get the supply of resources.

Once surpassed by others, the limited resources of that sect will be taken away by others, and he will completely lose the opportunity to catch up.

Chu Hao's brows furrowed slightly, he could not care about the three disciples surnamed Zhao, but he couldn't watch Li Qingtie being swept away.

Although Li Qingtie was kind enough to help, in the fiercely competitive cultivation world, in the battle between the deceitful sects, there were not many people who could have this kind of heart.

Faced with a person who showed kindness to himself, he couldn't sit idly by, not to mention that helping Li Qingtie was just a gesture.

I thought that Li Qingtie and they could hold on a little longer, but I didn't expect that I still overestimated their strength.

Chu Hao thought in his heart, and at the same time, he was not slow under his hand, and waved his hand to emit a divine light, which was blessed on Li Qingtie's body.

As for the three disciples surnamed Zhao, he couldn't care about it, and if he didn't deal with them, he would be a lot more tolerant.

However, this divine light contained Chu Hao's will, weakening the violent wind and sand slightly, and also giving the disciples surnamed Zhao a chance to breathe.

"Thank you, Master......" The disciple surnamed Zhao was just about to open his mouth to thank him, when he looked up, Chu Hao's face was also revealed in the slightly stagnant wind and sand, making him feel like he had seen a ghost, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's you!" Li Qingtie also looked like a ghost, he couldn't have imagined that he would see Chu Hao again.

Shouldn't he have been swept away by the wind and sand and blasted out of the formation? This was everyone's question, and they subconsciously didn't want to believe that Chu Hao was the "senior brother" they had just seen.

However, although the wind and sand were full and it was dark, they could still see clearly that there was only Chu Hao here.

Seeing the familiar faces revealed in the slightly condensed sandstorm, they had no other thoughts in their hearts at this moment except shock and incomprehension.

However, in the next moment, a huge fear invaded the hearts of the three disciples surnamed Shangzhao, making their hands and feet cold, and their blood was about to cool down.

They remembered that not long ago, they had "invited" this "senior brother" out of the protective range of the mask.

"What's the wait, don't come back yet!" Chu Hao said to Li Qingtie.

"Yes, yes!" Li Qingtie was still immersed in a huge shock, and subconsciously replied, walking towards Chu Hao.

And then he realized that the originally raging wind and sand didn't know when he couldn't feel it, just like the clouds scattered in the sky.

No, it's not that the wind and sand are gone, but the divine light on his body blocks all the sandstorms, so that he is not invaded and as stable as Mount Tai.

This discovery made Li Qingtie's face even more shocked, he had experienced a sandstorm, and he knew very well that the power of wind and sand was far from something he could fight.

However, the sandstorm that had forced him to almost collapse before, under the faint divine light emitted by Chu Hao's hand, was more tame than a sheep, and there was no longer that kind of devastating momentum.

"Let's go, don't be stunned, hurry up and write down these divine patterns. Chu Hao said, the heavenly monument was fused into the flesh and blood, and it was already carving the divine pattern in the golden flying sand.

Li Qingtie was taken aback and glanced at Chu Hao gratefully. Quickly put away the shock in his heart and concentrated on observing the golden sands.

He is not a fool, he knows that he has lost his eyes, and the "junior brother" he inadvertently saved is actually a real strong man, and he also understands that he has made great luck.

However, at this time, it is a big deal to write down the divine pattern, which is related to whether he can go further in the future, and it cannot be missed.

Behind him, the eyes of the three disciples surnamed Zhao were bitter, full of remorse, and their intestines were about to repent.

If Chu Hao hadn't been driven away at that time, I'm afraid they would have gotten the Divine Tattoo at this time, right?

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, sometimes the opportunity is in an instant, and it slips away if you can't grasp it.

For them, Chu Hao didn't bother to glance at them, and let them fend for themselves, which was already his greatest tolerance.

Their eyes were unwilling, looking at Li Qingtie, who was silently reciting the divine pattern, and they wanted to lean over, but they were afraid of angering Chu Hao.

In fact, the sandstorm was still the same, but it was temporarily frozen by Chu Hao, and soon it raged again, and the three disciples surnamed Zhao couldn't move at all, and they were powerless to get closer.

They are not Chu Hao, it is impossible for them to resist the violent wind and sand with their physical strength alone, and the divine power shield has long been shattered, and they will be blown away by the wind and sand in the blink of an eye.

"The Earth Yuan Jue, communicating with the power of the earth, absorbing the endless power of the earth's leylines to cultivate, this is somewhat similar to the vein-seeking alchemy technique. Chu Hao pondered while carving the divine pattern.

The divine pattern is the tangible embodiment of the avenue, the attribute of the earth element is earth, the divine pattern is dark yellow, and naturally has a strong atmosphere of earth.

Carving the Earth Yuan Jue Divine Pattern into his body, Chu Hao found that he had an inexplicable connection with the land under his feet, and the Divine Pattern was running, constantly absorbing the power of the earth.

This feeling of blending with the earth is also becoming clearer and clearer, almost making Chu Hao feel that he is about to transform into an endless thick land.

"Bang!"

Chu Hao slapped out with his palm, and the Earth Yuan Jue Divine Pattern in his palm appeared, the bright yellow glow spread, and a majestic heavy force exploded.

The raging wind and sand in front of him was immediately suppressed by a heavy force, and it was difficult to do anything, as if he had met a nemesis.

"I see!" Chu Hao suddenly realized, and faintly grasped the key to breaking through the Iron Blood Peak level.

As expected, if you want to break through these formation levels, you need to understand the divine pattern contained in the formation, and when the time comes, the divine pattern in your hand will naturally be restrained.

At the same time, the power contained in the formation will be absorbed and become the nourishment for one's own comprehension of the divine pattern.

Li Qingtie silently remembered the divine patterns, and the qi and blood in his body were bulging, and these divine patterns were incorporated into his body, and this heavy momentum was also revealed in him.

Maybe even he didn't feel it, under the influence of this momentum, the attack on him by the wind and sand had virtually weakened a lot.

Of course, this is not enough, you must have enough divine patterns, if you master too few divine patterns, it is impossible to walk on the ground in the formation.

With Li Qingtie's current situation, he can weaken the influence of the formation, but if he wants to succeed in breaking through, he still needs to be strengthened, and he needs to conclude more divine patterns.

Of course, like Chu Hao, he doesn't need to be like this, he can break ten thousand methods with one force, as long as the power arrives, he doesn't need a special method, and he can also break any formation.

His strength has long been beyond the scope of these formations, and he doesn't need to be so troublesome if he wants to get out of the formation, just crush it all the way. (To be continued......)