Bronze tripod, when Zeng Hao walked towards him for the second time, this tripod began to become mysterious. [No pop-ups. 】

The magic weapon can have spiritual sense, which Zeng Hao naturally knows, and he himself has several magic weapons with spiritual sense.

However, the bronze tripod is different, he will also take the initiative to attack others and defend himself, this kind of magic weapon, Zeng Hao is really rare.

However, what Zeng Hao looked at was not the spirituality and power of this magic weapon, or the cold flame in the bronze tripod.

After having the first experience, Zeng Hao was already confident in accepting this tripod.

Zeng Hao waved his hand, and the aura instantly enveloped the bronze tripod, and then, the aura on Zeng Hao's body shone brightly, and the talisman instantly enveloped himself.

At the same time, Zeng Hao's other hand opened the wind feather fan, ready to deal with the cold air at any time.

Sure enough, the harvest that came prepared in Zeng Hao became much easier than before.

Bronze Ding also knew that Zeng Hao had no choice, so he couldn't help but let out a buzzing sound and resisted Zeng Hao's call.

After a long time, the humming sound of the bronze tripod's original high pit gradually became mournful.

The next moment, the figure of the bronze tripod became smaller and smaller, and after a few breaths, it finally became a small tripod that was less than the size of a palm.

Seeing this, Zeng Hao's face showed a smile, and he did not collect Xiao Ding tightly, but let the aura fill his arm.

Zeng Hao relieved his heart, raised Fu Man's aura, and made a move towards the bronze tripod.

The next moment, the bronze Xiaoding hummed like a cry and slowly closed it to Zeng Hao, allowing Zeng Hao to grab it.

However, at this time, a sudden change abruptly appeared, and the bronze tripod, which had already been caught by Zeng Hao, suddenly burst out and shot out a white light.

The white light fell less than two feet away from Zeng Hao, and began to grow bigger and bigger, gathering and scattering.

Zeng Hao's face couldn't help but sink and became difficult to look at.

From the white light, Zeng Hao felt that he could not lower the power, and before this power, he seemed very small, as if a secular mortal was facing a monk, so insignificant.

Zeng Hao is naturally a strong enemy, he has seen a lot of strong enemies, and no one can give him such a feeling.

Of course, it is not that the power of this white light is stronger than the Heavenly Sin, but that when Zeng Hao faced the Heavenly Sin, his strength was not much weaker than the Heavenly Sin.

And now when he faced the white light, he had a different feeling, which was the momentum that only a real strong man could exude.

In other words, it is the uneasy breath that the weak feel when facing the strong.

Of course, Qingyunzi and Heavenly Sin are both hidden in the momentum, so in front of Zeng Hao, they are like mortals, and there is no sense of coercion.

The main reason is that Qingyunzi and Heavenly Sin did not exude their coercion.

Zeng Hao also knew that although this white light could not be compared to his master Qingyunzi or Heavenly Sin, it was much stronger than the Xuan Demon he had encountered in Nanhuang Mountain at the beginning.

The Xuan Demon is the existence of a supernatural god, and the power emitted by the white light now is stronger than it, which makes Zeng Hao's whole body tremble.

He felt fear and panic, and this was the first time he had felt this way since Zeng Hao cultivated immortals.

The white light began to stabilize, slowly gathering into a human-shaped body of light.

Zeng Hao saw this light body and couldn't help but retreat to ten feet out, and came to the entrance of the passage, looking at the white light body with a solemn face and uneasiness.

Could it be that he provoked some old monster in the upper realm, could it be that this tomb was arranged by a master in the upper realm?

He destroyed this place, and planned to abandon the female corpse, take away the bronze tripod that protected the female corpse, and destroy two puppets.

Could it be that because of this, a certain master in the upper realm was angry, and personally descended to the lower realm to make trouble for himself.

All kinds of thoughts instantly surged into Zeng Hao's heart, making him even more uneasy.

He didn't want to just be completely sculpted from his body, and now he was going to end up in a dead end.

However, Zeng Hao did not run away because of this, he knew very well that if it was really a master of the transcendent god stage who descended to the lower realm, then no matter how he escaped, he would definitely not be able to escape from the other party's palm.

Only obediently stay, to find out, if it is really what he thinks, he is fortunate to return this tripod and compensate for the loss, maybe the other party can see that he is the palace master of the heavenly palace and let go of his own life.

This is also a must-try way to survive, you must know that in the cultivation realm, escape is not the only way.

After a long time, the white light gathered more and more solidly, and the next moment, the white light disappeared, and a scholar dressed as a gentle young man appeared in front of Zeng Hao.

The man had an unsmiling expression on his face, and there was no trace of annoyance or solemnity, as if he was calm with an unstoppable majesty.

The man was dressed in a white robe, with white skin and a delicate face, but there was a masculinity that appeared on his face from time to time.

Seeing this man, Zeng Hao's face became even more ugly.

Zeng Hao could clearly feel that the other party was a strong man who came out of the bloody killing, a strong man who crossed over from countless life and death moments.

Such a strong person is very similar to himself, they are so decisive in the face of killing, and they will never leave their hands because of the identity of the other party.

And the other party has the same personality as himself, which also shows that if he wants to use the identity of the palace master of the Heavenly Palace, plus compensation in exchange for his own life, it is obviously unlikely.

It's just that what puzzled Zeng Hao was that although the Xuan Demon could come to the lower realm, it was because of the existence of the Demon Blood Lamp.

But how did the other party come to the human world, could it be that the world is really going to change, and people in the upper realm can come to the lower world at will.

Either the law that prohibits all gods from coming to the lower realm is invalid, or it makes people find a flaw.

Otherwise, in just a few hundred years, he would have encountered many more masters in the upper realm than in the human realm in the past tens of billions of years.

Could it be that these people are all here for themselves? Zeng Hao couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

He knew that it was okay, but he didn't know whether to say that he was lucky, or if he was too unlucky, and he always let himself meet.

Of course, the white-robed man in front of him did come for himself, otherwise he would not have appeared from the bronze tripod.

No, the bronze tripod appeared, this.

Zeng Hao suddenly frowned, pondered, it stands to reason that descending from the upper realm to the lower realm should not come from the bronze tripod.

At the same time, he also thought of Haotian, if there is anyone who can let himself exude the coercive aura from his body, there is another person, and that is Haotian.

When he first saw Haotian, Zeng Soul and the others were directly frightened by Haotian's momentum.

And Zeng Hao didn't think about it, it was because Zeng Hao's heart was demonic at that time, half-human and half-demon, and he didn't know what to be afraid of.

However, Zeng Hao quickly denied his thoughts, the white-robed man in front of him was definitely not a wisp of sword soul, at least what Zeng Hao felt was different from Haotian.