The ice is melting, the biting cold is gradually receding, and the turquoise water seems to be quiet again.

Compared with the calm of the outside world, Yang Hao's heart has set off turbulent waves.

Under the induction of the power of divine consciousness, faintly, around him, there seems to be a martial artist who has cultivated to an extremely terrifying existence, according to the accidental leakage of a trace of a dragon-like majestic aura, Oba of the Ning Yuan Realm is undoubtedly a docile cat.

"Boss Bai, where is this guy?" said Yang Hao with a slight shock in his mind.

"I don't know! His strength is at least the One Realm, the distance is too close, once the power of my divine sense is used, it will definitely be discovered. Boss Bai replied slowly with a little solemnity.

"One Realm?" frowned, could it be that he killed Oba for himself, thinking of this, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, at least now he has no resistance in the face of a strong man of this level.

"But judging from that breath, there is no hostility towards you, otherwise a casual move will be enough to break your bones and die dozens of times! You just stay where you are and watch him play some tricks, although he has no body, a guy in the realm of unity, he is not a big man in front of the old man!" After a slight groan, there was a faint arrogance in his words.

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Half an hour later, Yang Hao's joints were extremely stiff, his body stood motionless on the water like a statue, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, his Adam's apple moved, he swallowed his saliva, his eyes kept looking at the surrounding situation, and his heart was filled with a slight nervousness.

Although there is a white boss in the formation, the unknown fear is really not very comfortable.

A drop of sweat slid from his forehead past his eyebrows, fell on the blue waves, splashed a splash, and a circle of ripples spread out in all directions, but when the water waves rippled somewhere in front of Yang Hao, it seemed to hit the wall, and the ripples actually stopped for a moment.

This moment was captured, Yang Hao's eyes lit up, he took a deep breath, and said aloud to a blank space three feet in front of him.

"Senior! Below is Yang Hao, a miscellaneous disciple of the Seven Xuanzong Sect!"

"I don't know what offended, I hope I ask for forgiveness!"

With his arms on his chest and a bow, the etiquette is indeed impeccable.

The sound echoed above the wide lake, and after half a sound, a sigh came from three feet in front of him.

"Hey, I didn't expect to be seen by a junior who was out of the ordinary!"

The exposure of spiritual pressure caused a gust of wind to howl, and in the invisible space, a crisp sound faintly sounded.

A middle-aged man dressed in a brilliant gold and black robe with a domineering majesty on his face appeared in Yang Hao's eyes

"Auction Pavilion.... Picking up stars?" His gaze paused on the face of the man in black, his pupils shrank, and Nan Nan said, who was a little unexpected.

However, Yang Hao, who reacted quickly after a short period of distraction, his face changed slightly, after all, it was the person who killed the chat just now who was in their auction pavilion, his breathing was a little short, a faint light flashed under the soles of his feet, and there was a brilliant thunder flower under the water surface, ready to explode at any time.

"Guy, put away your little means! I'm going to do it, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop a move!" Sikong Xingxing put his hands behind his back, and there seemed to be a hint of playfulness in the corners of his eyes.

On the surface of the lake, a fresh breeze blew, setting off a circle of ripples like broken silver, mixed with a little cold, containing a rich thunder of flowers, and scattered silently.

His heart trembled violently, and he broke his full strength with such an understatement, Yang Hao's face was extremely solemn, and the atmosphere on the scene was a little subtle and heavy

"Sikong Pavilion Master, this Oba relied on Ning Yuan's cultivation to bully him, and after several fights, he was killed by mistake, so it seems that he is simply self-defense. Breaking the silence, Yang Hao spoke.

"Well, I saw it, it's exactly as you did!" After glancing at Yang Hao expressionlessly, he replied nonchalantly.

"Thank you Pavilion Master for knowing the righteousness! In that case, the person will go first!" Yang Hao stepped on his feet, his figure flashed like a knife, and he jumped several feet in an instant, speeding towards the distance.

"Guy! In front of me, there are a lot of flowers!" Sikong Xingxing's playful eyes changed suddenly, like a falcon eagle, his palm spread out and probed forward, a dazzling strange light lit up, and countless dense strange chains like human meridians suddenly shot out from the palm position.

A strange brilliance continued to shine on the chains, like boundless rays of light, covering the ground in the direction of Yang Hao's escape.

"Bell!" The Nebula Sword swung down, and it was quite difficult to cut off a chain in the sparks, looking at the black chains like snakes, Yang Hao's scalp was numb at this moment, and he could only run wildly with his life, and the seven orifices were fully opened, and the thunder attribute aura surged out, and the speed was fast to the limit, and he opened up a distance for a while.

"Yang Haozi! This guy has passed the two tribulations of Rong, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of Zhanzun. "Bai Lao Avenue.

"Then what now?" Quite thrillingly, he dodged a chain, and the flying water waves soaked Yang Hao's body.

"There's no way! Open the Divine Sense Palace! The old man will give you some of his strength!"

Countless black chains were stirred together to form a huge dragon, holding its head high, its body twisted as if it was speeding up like lightning, and the huge mouth covered with steel fangs was like a black hole, swallowing Yang Hao whole.

"Brush, brush!" Jiaolong's body suddenly trembled violently, and his body was quickly stretched out, and after a loud sound, Jiao's body was pulled open with a big opening.

Yang Hao's body was covered with a layer of armor composed entirely of divine sense, breaking through the steel chains, and bursting out to the side, the speed was far beyond the speed of an ordinary martial artist who could explode.

"The power of divine sense, I'm afraid this has reached the level of a third-order rune master!" was slightly surprised, and Sikong Xingxing was a little admired. Looking at Yang Hao's hidden strength, he bowed his head slightly and spoke again.

"This guy is giving me more and more surprises, it seems that that mission has to be yours!"

As soon as the words fell, with a wave of his palm, a large stream of rich aura erupted like an outer meteorite.

Regardless of the speed or volume, the overflowing chains exploded and grew, like a huge iron wall, closing in all directions and locking Yang Hao's body, as if there were several mountains pressing down, Yang Hao couldn't even move a finger.

"Your ferocity is so fierce!" Sikong picked up the stars one step at a time, and the next step came to Yang Hao over a short distance, and said with a smile.

"Sikong Pavilion Master, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to be like this!" Just showing his head, a trace of fierceness flashed across Yang Hao's face, even in the face of people who were countless times stronger, there was no trace of timidity in his eyes.

"Get ready! When the fight starts later, the old man will borrow your body, and your divine sense must not resist. The voice of Boss Bai slowly sounded in his head.

When Yang Hao gradually withdrew the power of his divine sense, he suddenly heard something that surprised him.

Sikong picked the stars and said, "Do me a favor!

"Huh?" Listening to the confused words, Yang Hao frowned and said suspiciously.

"Help me kill someone!"