Seven days later, Lu Hao suddenly opened his eyes. With that kind of induction in the dark, Lu Hao felt that he had established a preliminary induction with this Thousand Illusion Qianyuan Sword.

He took a few deep breaths, and suddenly opened his mouth, only to see the sword fly out of his mouth with a whoosh, hovering in mid-air, and falling into Lu Hao's hand.

Looking at the small sword in his hand, Lu Hao's face was overjoyed. He found that this Thousand Illusions Qianyuan Sword was no longer silver-white, but had turned into a light blue color, and around the sword body, bursts of cold air appeared.

Lu Hao knew that his spiritual power belonged to the icy cold attribute, and after this little sword was refined by himself, it also brought a trace of icy power. This is also because the refining time is short, if it can be refined for a long time, I believe that the cold air carried by this small sword will become stronger and stronger.

Reciting the mantra silently, he threw the little sword into the air, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the little sword.

I saw the small blue sword buzzing in mid-air, and my whole body was shocked, and suddenly, several phantom shadows appeared on the sword body.

Lu Hao pinched the trick again and pointed at the little sword again.

As if stimulated, the small sword shook again, and at this moment, several phantoms struggled to separate from the sword body.

One, two, three, three phantoms separated from the sword body, and the sword body body was suspended in mid-air in a row.

Gradually, the three phantoms gradually condensed, and they turned into entities suspended in mid-air with the body of the sword.

Lu Hao's eyes showed surprise, he couldn't tell which of the four swords was the main body and which were phantoms with his naked eyes at this time.

He released his divine sense and looked at it intently, and the result made his heart happy, even if his divine sense penetrated, he couldn't tell the difference.

In this way, when facing the enemy, others will not be able to distinguish which sword qi is the main body, so the probability of the small sword being destroyed will be greatly reduced.

Lu Hao pointed at the four small swords in mid-air again, and the four small swords suddenly moved and rushed towards the side wall.

With a few 'rubbing' sounds, the four small swords pierced into the stone wall at the same time, as if there was no resistance, and after a while, they passed through the wall again, and under Lu Hao's gesture, the three phantoms disappeared, leaving only the body floating into Lu Hao's hand.

Lu Hao hurriedly got up and walked to the wall and observed the wall that had been pierced by the sword.

He found that the holes penetrated by these four sword bodies were very neat, indicating that the sharpness of this sword was very strong, and after careful observation, he found that among these four holes, bursts of cold air were floating out at this moment, as if they were about to form a faint frost.

Lu Hao was overjoyed, he didn't expect the power of this sword to be so good.

"It's a pity that at my current level, I can only divide four small swords. Lu Hao muttered.

With a mouth to take the little sword, he sat down cross-legged again and began to think.

Now, although the Audi car is damaged and cannot be used, with this Thousand Illusion Qianyuan Sword, I believe that it will increase his combat power a lot.

Suddenly, he remembered Sanmei again, and he couldn't help frowning.

Sanmei was seriously injured the last time she faced the old man in the green shirt. And his own one-year coma, he has barely run his mana, and he can't nourish them.

"Alas!" Thinking of this, Lu Hao sighed.

His consciousness moved, and in an instant, three beams of light flew out of the heavenly spirit, and Sanmei appeared in front of him.

After Sanmei appeared, she bowed to Lu Hao in unison and said, "Childe!"

Seeing the three of them at this time made Lu Hao's heart tingle. He found that the Sanmei in front of him had a much more illusory figure, and even his voice became a little weak.

Lu Hao carefully looked at Sanmei's situation for a while, frowned, and secretly communicated with Lao Di.

The answer I got was similar to what I thought, it was because Mimi was too seriously injured in the last battle, so it became like this.

Fortunately, according to Lao Di's judgment, Sanmei's situation is not too serious, and through the slow nourishment in the dantian, as long as it takes a while, it will slowly recover.

So, in the following days, Lu Hao cultivated the sword technique while improving his cultivation, and slowly nourished the spirit feeding magic weapon in the dantian to prepare for the decisive battle in a year.

Winter goes to spring, and the time of the year passes quickly.

As early as a month ago, the Dragon King also returned to the Dragon Clan. His trip was not smooth, and among the seven demon clans, except for the snow sculpture clan and the dragon clan itself, he almost ran all over the place.

However, only the Black Phoenix Clan agreed to send a small group of clansmen to help the Dragon Clan's attack on the Snow Sculpture Clan this time.

Fortunately, with considerable resources, the other four big demon clans all promised not to interfere in this matter, and also promised that they would never take the opportunity to sneak attack the dragon clan when the dragon clan was attacking outside.

For their promises, the Dragon King is assured, the demon race is different from the human race, once promised, it will generally be done, not as insidious and cunning as the human race.

In the last month, there was also good news from the Snow Sculpture Clan. The poisonous demon crystal sent to the Snow Sculpture Clan back then, after so many years of circulation, finally had a serious impact on the Snow Sculpture Clan, and now the number of people of the Snow Sculpture Clan has decreased by nearly one-third, and there are still a considerable number of clansmen who are weak and have no strength to fight.

On this day, Lu Hao came to Hantan.

The Dragon King was sitting on the edge of Tan, looking at Long Guang who was frozen in the cold pool, with sadness in his eyes.

Lu Hao silently came to Long Guang's side, looking at his pale face under the ice, and sighed in his heart.

"Hao'er," the Dragon King suddenly spoke: "Our purpose this time, in addition to killing all the people of the Snow Sculpture Clan, there is one more thing you have to pay special attention to, that is, to find the person who poisoned Guang'er and find a way to find out the poison in Guang'er." ”

Lu Hao nodded: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to save Guang'er." ”

In the early morning seven days later, on the square of the Dragon Clan's palace, 10,000 dragon clans were lined up in a neat formation, all with evil faces, standing solemnly.

These are all elite warriors selected from among the dragon clansmen, and they are gathered here today with only one purpose: to kill the snow sculpture clan and take revenge!

In front of this vast procession, there was a small phalanx that was particularly conspicuous, they all looked much more heroic than the other warriors, and their bodies were also much burlier, all of them were wearing silver shining armor, and each of them had a silver spear shining with cold light in their hands.

They are the Nine Heavens Army carefully trained by Lu Hao, although they only have only sixty-four people, their combat effectiveness is enough to match thousands of troops.

On the high platform in front of the line, there were several people standing at this moment.

The Dragon King stood in the middle position, the left head next to him was Lu Hao, and on the right side, stood Long Qiong, Long Qing and Long Han.

And to the left of Lu Hao, there were still two old men, who were the newly promoted elders of the Dragon Clan.

Long Qiong's injuries have been fully recovered in more than a year. At this time, she had regained her former appearance, and at this moment she was looking at the mighty lineup below with infinite emotion with a pair of bright eyes.

At this time, the dragon king's face was majestic, his eyes were frosty, and he stepped forward to look at the boundless dragon monks in the square.

He suddenly slapped his waist on the waist, and a large flag suddenly flew out, and with a wave of his hand, he flew into the air.

The big flag that flew into the air grew in the wind, and in a moment it became dozens of zhang, flying in the air against the wind.

But, strangely, there is no pattern on this blood-colored flag.

Everyone was surprised, only to see the dragon king urging the magic trick and slamming towards the banner.

The banner shook all around, and a buzzing sound sounded, and I saw that the blood-colored flag on the banner seemed to turn into sea water and began to ripple.

At this moment, on the flag, a dense pattern suddenly appeared. When everyone looked closely, they suddenly found that these patterns were faces!

These faces were old and young, men and women, and all of them showed a look of pain and struggle.

"Look, that's my brother!"

"That's my father, father!"

"My son, my son, Daddy sees you again, Daddy misses you so much......"

There was a commotion among the people below, and their expressions changed, some surprised and some sad.

It turned out that what appeared on this blood-colored banner was the face of the clansmen killed by the Snow Sculpture Clan!

The crowd below was in an uproar, and some of the clansmen burst into tears in an instant, crying and crying.

At first, only a few people sobbed softly, but slowly, as if infecting the others, more and more people began to cry loudly, and for a while, the cries below also rose and fell like ocean waves.

Seeing everyone so sad, the elders on the stage were also moved, and the color of sadness rose spontaneously.

Long Qiong's nose was sour, and tears couldn't help but flow out. He looked at the faces on the blood-colored banner, and thought of Long Guang's uncertain life and death at the moment, and couldn't help but feel sad.

The dragon king looked at the sad clansmen below, and suddenly, he spoke, "Clansmen, children, warriors!"

As soon as the dragon king's words sounded, everyone below stopped crying in unison.

"There are countless faces on this banner, each of them is a good child of my dragon clan, but they have all been killed by the cruel clansmen of the Snow Sculpture Clan. In the Snow Eagle Clan's invasion of our Dragon Clan a few years ago, there were more than 10 million children of my Dragon Clan, but why did only these thousands of people appear on this blood flag?"

"Because, on the battlefield, I only found so many intact corpses...... The countless children who died in the war did not even leave a complete corpse......"

As soon as the dragon king said this, the whimpering sound below rose one after another.

"Children, our dragon clan is a kind nation, we have never bullied any demon clan, but why! why do we suffer this catastrophe, why do we want to be bullied, why can the snow sculpture clan kill the children of my dragon clan at will!"

"Why, why, why ......" The voices of the clansmen below suddenly rang out, and almost all of them shouted at the same time.