The dean stood up silently, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and muttered in his heart: Time is really running out, I can't suppress my cultivation more and more, and today I started with that old thing and leaked a little breath, which almost led to the catastrophe of turning into a dragon, but I am unwilling to go to the fairy world like this, I have been looking for so many years, this is the last chance, even if I forcibly speed up the operation of his lifeline, I must let it find that thing!

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It's just that after being stunned for a while, Sun Hao regained his fighting spirit again, he naturally knew the dean's bad intentions, but instead of letting him impose it on himself, it was better to take the initiative to cultivate.

In a short period of time, he must not have the slightest strength to fight back under the hands of this old monster, and if he wants to get rid of the predicament in front of him, it is better to cultivate well and continue to strengthen himself, even if one day the dean wants to go to the knife mountain and get into the oil pot by himself, he can have a little more means to save his life.

So he didn't stop, and what the dean said about the whole academy helping him to cultivate was by no means an empty word, and sure enough, from then on, the elixir spirit weapons were continuously sent to him, and he didn't even need to use the collected Qihuang Qi alchemy, just the pill sent was enough for his own cultivation.

In this way, the days were spent in cultivation.

The stars shifted, and soon another year passed, Sun Hao's cultivation finally reached the top stage of foundation building, and the non-extinguishing fire in the body had also reached a small success in this year's cultivation, and he faintly had the feeling of being born with a treasure, and I believe that it would definitely be very powerful against the enemy at this moment.

And during this time, he didn't see half of the others again. He didn't pay attention to the dean's preaching or what happened outside, and spent his time quietly in cultivation, and the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Academy were also quite in awe of this little dean who was particularly "favored" by the dean. Don't dare to come and disturb.

Over the past year, he has also been constantly improving his combat power, whether it is a few spirit treasures or spells that he often uses, he has been extremely careful, wanting to increase his power a little.

And the most important of them is to remember the earth-shattering stroke, although the origin of gold is the most powerful one in their own means, but the origin of gold can not be controlled by themselves, and the most powerful one should be the shocking stroke.

He constantly imitated the momentum of the painting in the scroll. It has also increased its power a lot.

And what surprised him the most was that the wolf soul that he had unintentionally collected when he first started didn't know when it started. The wolf soul gradually gained some consciousness.

With his knowledge of the Ten Thousand Beasts Diagram, he naturally didn't know how the demon soul could still regain consciousness in the Ten Thousand Beasts Diagram, but he quickly thought that this might not be a bad thing.

Although the wolf soul is a descendant of the wolf king, its cultivation is not high. If you control it according to the usage of the Ten Thousand Beasts Diagram. Presumably, at most, it can play to the level of the foundation building period, but if this wolf soul can recover its consciousness, or even be able to start cultivating on its own and truly become a wolf soul, the power will definitely reach a higher level.

So after he practiced, he continued to communicate with the wolf soul in the Ten Thousand Beasts Diagram, although this wolf soul only had a simple consciousness, but after a year of getting along, he had some dependence with Sun Hao, which also made Sun Hao secretly surprised.

Wolf souls aside. There were a lot of other unused things in his storage bag that he had accumulated over the years. But most of them are not very powerful, and Sun Hao looked at it for a while and lost interest.

The only thing that made him puzzled was a cyan token, which was invulnerable to fire and water, extremely hard, and with a big word "immortal" written on the back, but there was no spiritual emanation, and he didn't know what it was for.

But the more mysterious things like this may be, the more useful they may be, and Sun Hao naturally carefully put them away.

In the end, there is the portrait of the Taoist who Sun Hao learned to make a shocking stroke, and he has been trying to continue to open up some of this thing over the past year, wanting to see what the rest of the strokes are.

But each time he could only lift a small half, just enough to read that one, and the rest could not be shaken at all.

And now that his cultivation has reached the top stage of foundation building, the abutment in his body has turned golden, and it is a knot at the top.

But it will naturally not be so easy, so it is better to try that picture scroll again, maybe with your current cultivation, you can open it up more.

As soon as he said it, he took out the portrait, looked at the appearance of the Taoist on it, and muttered: "Who are you, you can seal such a strong power inside......

Sun Hao didn't think much about it, took a deep breath, slowly put the scroll on the ground, calmed himself, kept his state to the best, and slowly stretched out his right hand and put it on the small corner.

With a slight effort, the small horn was naturally lifted, revealing a powerful killing intent inside, Sun Hao had long been familiar with the power of this front over the years, and there was not much discomfort at this time, and he quickly adapted to it.

All that remained was to continue to open it, in the past, he was exhausted by this time, and he knew in his heart that he no longer had the strength to open it, but this time, he felt the difference.

Although it was still very difficult, and his mind was also consumed, there was still a little spiritual power that was preserved, and it was not all consumed by that hand.

This made him overjoyed, indicating that he already had the qualifications to continue.

Taking a deep breath to keep his mood as calm as possible, his hands slowly used his little strength on the scroll.

This time, the scroll was not stubborn, but slowly opened a little mystery along his palm.

Sun Hao looked over slightly and glanced at the place where it was opened.

There was a blood-red horizontal, as if it were made entirely of blood, no! it wasn't a horizontal, it was only half-horizontal.

Sun Hao clearly saw that the horizontal line was still extending to that side, and what he saw was definitely not a complete stroke.

But it was this half-horizontal stroke that exuded a killing intent that was even stronger than the previous one.

The blood on this horizontal surface seemed to be written from the blood of thousands of creatures, and it was full of endless killing intent and anger.

This is the anger of the masters of these blood, they are not willing to die in this picture, they are not willing to die under this half-horizontal, their anger is the strength of this half-horizontal.

Sun Hao's mind couldn't help but have a scene, only to see that in an ancient battlefield, a monk who couldn't see his face clearly stood in the air, and under his feet were all kinds of creatures who didn't know the race were desperately fighting, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses were everywhere.

The monk stood in the air for a long time, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with the development of the battle situation, and with a cold snort, he actually cut off his right arm, and used it as a pen to write a bloody horizontal in the sky!

As soon as this horizontal came out, the brilliance of the sun and moon suddenly seemed to be covered by the killing intent on its body, and the creatures below suddenly let out a frightened cry, wanting to escape from this place.

But it was too late, and the horizontal fell from the sky with endless might, across the entire battlefield, and no creature escaped from it, and was crushed into a piece of flesh, and the flesh was blurred.

And after their bodies were shattered, their souls floated out, and they were visible to the naked eye, letting out a silent roar that melted into the bloodstain.

There was a slight sneer on the corner of the monk's mouth, and he didn't even care about his severed arm, and flew away, leaving only the mess everywhere.

And Sun Hao also suddenly felt a trace of depression, this feeling was not from the bloody side, but more from the resentment of those endless undead.

His mind was in a trance, and he quickly put down the scroll, but he still couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of thick blood, and his body fell to the ground.

After a while, he slowly sat up wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, regardless of the injuries on his body, and wanted to write down that horizontal line with a fairly clear memory.

He imagined the endless domineering spirit of the monk and the kind of bearing that put life and death out of the way, his brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers trembled a little and gestured in the air.

The time for this drawing was very long, and Sun Hao didn't know how long it had passed, but he could only stop halfway through the painting.

But when I wanted to go further, it was as if I had completely forgotten the previous scene in my mind, and even the breath of life towards death in my brain disappeared.

And this half-horizontal has no power at all, soft, without a bit of the domineering that the monk painted, and it is not as good as the one he painted.

This is why, Sun Hao eliminated this half of the horizontal, and couldn't help but groan.

Even if you don't see the half-horizontal in the back, you can't fully comprehend the momentum behind it, but it doesn't make sense that the half-horizontal in front can't draw the power it should have.

It could clearly feel that the power of this horizontal was more than a cut higher than that one.

But why can't I draw that feeling?

Suddenly, Sun Hao thought of something, although that horizontal was hugely powerful, what really made him remember it was the thick death intent and the endless resentment of those souls that leaked out of it.

Could it be that this is the true meaning of this cross, but how exactly does the will to die do, and those souls have to go there to find it?

He sat cross-legged on the ground, pondered for a long time, and only after a while silently raised his arm, silently thinking about the several life and death catastrophes he had encountered over the years, and the deepest memory of death was the life and death catastrophe that the strange ghost Dao Ma Xiang gave to everyone during the trial.

That time he really felt the shadow of death surrounding him, and he imagined that experience of "death", mimicking the loneliness and dead silence that was almost invisible at that time, and his fingers slowly swiped out.

This time, his fingers didn't stop, and he drew a half-horizontal line smoothly, but there was no way to keep going.

But it was this half-horizontal, but Sun Hao felt the endless death intent and killing intent attached to it, which was an artistic conception of killing with death, as if as long as he went out, he would not die, and there was no trace of his hand at all.

Sun Hao's eyes slowly opened, and they were also filled with endless death intent!(To be continued.) )