Chapter Ninety-One: Imprisoning the Divine Soul

When the golden wood arrow attacked, Jiang Hao's heart sank, he never thought that Fang Wenyuan actually had a superb spiritual weapon with such a huge power. After dodging the arrow in a hurry, he found that the arrow was actually locked by divine consciousness.

One turned back and chased back. Jiang Hao knew that this was not a way to dodge, if he didn't break this arrow, Fang Wenyuan would come to attack at that time, which would definitely be unfavorable to him. So with a long roar, he broke away from the ghost, and pinched the trick with both hands and pointed at the ghost.

The ghost's body trembled and suddenly shrank to three feet, becoming more and more condensed, and flew towards the arrow. Waving his hands, fixed on his chest, he suddenly pushed forward, and drank: "Huangquan Triple Gate!"

The voice of the ghost creature was extremely rough, and there was more than one, as if the voices of dozens of people were overlapping, including men and women, old and young. Obviously, Jiang Hao killed a lot of creatures in order to sacrifice this ghost thing!

The golden wood arrow struck again, booming three times, and three heavy gates rushed into the sky, blocking the ghost and Jiang Hao in front of them.

A huge skeleton was carved into the gate, and the forest was burning. After the golden wood arrow penetrated the three gates in a row, the rear strength was weak and was shattered by the ghost with a punch.

At this time, the ghost knife flew back, and was held in the hand of the ghost thing. Jiang Hao's eyes flickered, he looked at Fang Wenyuan, and said lightly: "Why didn't Your Excellency run away?"

Fang Wenyuan laughed and said, "Why do you want to escape?"

Jiang Hao seemed to be quite confident, with a look of disdain, and said, "Because I want to kill you!"

Glancing at the eight-tailed cat that was casting a spell, Fang Wenyuan said loudly, "Then try it!"

With that, he picked up the golden wooden bow again, swiped his left hand in front of his right eye, pulled out a trace of cyan flame, and then pulled the bow and arrow again. The aura of heaven and earth was summoned, forming an arrow with a layer of cyan fireworks attached to the surface of the arrow.

However, this time he didn't pull the full bow, not because he didn't want to, but this bow was quite strange, and it was already very laborious to pull it once, and it was already a little weak to pull it again.

The blue flame arrow flew out with a roar, Jiang Hao's face changed, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to feel a little tricky.

Fang Wenyuan did not stop, but pulled out his bow and arrows again, shooting a total of eight arrows, plus the previous arrow, a total of nine arrows. Fang Wenyuan's divine sense was attached to it, controlling the arrows, pulling the long tail flame, and approaching Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao's body moved, hiding behind the ghost, reaching out and pointing at his forehead, his eyes closed, and then suddenly opened, his eyes became as black as ink, and he drank: "Ghoul clone!"

The ghost thing in front of Jiang Hao shook its body and separated a ghost thing that was exactly the same as it. The two protected Jiang Hao in the middle, holding the ghost knife to resist the attack of the blue flame arrows.

Fang Wenyuan stood in front of the eight-tailed cat, waving his hands, directing the Blue Flame Arrow to attack.

The two ghosts protected Jiang Hao, and the nine arrows couldn't help him for a while, but they could delay for a while.

However, Jiang Hao didn't have the patience to consume with him, because the cyan fireworks on the arrows, the ghost knife collided with it, and his spirituality was constantly damaged.

Although the power of the Blue Flame Arrow was also decreasing, Jiang Hao couldn't afford it. This ghost head knife was something he didn't know how long it would take to have such power, and he was naturally reluctant to let it be damaged.

So Jiang Hao's expression was straight, he bit his finger, drew a strange symbol on the palm of his hand, and then chanted in a low voice, and after a while, his eyes froze, and he drank: "Blood Demon God, come!"

Behind him, a black whirlpool appeared, and the whirlpool was blood-red, and a sea of blood was faintly seen. There was a huge statue in the center of the sea of blood, this statue was about 100 feet high, dressed in a blood-red robe, looking up at the sky, with an indescribable evil.

Jiang Hao turned to the whirlpool and bowed, and said something reverently.

The eyes of the blood-robed statue flashed red and fell into Jiang Hao's eyes. Jiang Hao's aura changed suddenly, becoming demonic, and a monstrous aura flooded.

Jiang Hao shouted vigorously and said, "Ghost head knife, return to its place!"

The two ghost objects suddenly exploded, shaking the nine arrows back, and the two-fingered ghost thing turned into a cloud of black gas, and a long knife flew out of it, and a skeleton was inlaid on the hilt. These two ghost creatures have regained their original appearance as a ghost head knife.

The ghost head knife flew back into Jiang Hao's hand, and the nine arrows struck again, the blood flashed in Jiang Hao's eyes, and with a slash, the sword light overflowed, and the nine arrows immediately collapsed.

Fang Wenyuan's pupils shrank, and the aura on Jiang Hao's body became obviously different, and compared to Fang Cai, it became even more unfathomable. This kind of feeling, Fang Wenyuan had only felt in the inner disciples.

Facing such a Jiang Hao, Fang Wenyuan had no bottom in his heart, so he looked at the eight-tailed cat. At this moment, the golden mark on the eight-tailed cat's forehead resurfaced.

Fang Wenyuan had seen this mark, and it seemed that every time it appeared, it was suppressing the eight-tailed cat. In other words, the eight-tailed cat has reached a critical moment in casting.

Under such circumstances, Fang Wenyuan could only grit his teeth against Jiang Hao.

After Jiang Hao solved the arrow, he turned his head and looked at Fang Wenyuan.

Under the four eyes, Fang Wenyuan felt a shock in his heart, as if he had fallen into a sea of corpse blood, and a cold spread throughout his body. The boundless killing intent invaded, Fang Wenyuan's eyes were confused, his mind wandered, and he was shocked by this murderous aura.

Just when Fang Wenyuan felt that his limbs were cold and his divine soul was cold, the immortal soul was awakened again, emitting a strong golden light, dispelling all the evil qi that entered the body. All the discomfort on Fang Wenyuan's body was eliminated, and Fang Wenyuan, who had recovered, resounded about Fang Cai's situation, and cold sweat flowed.

Seeing Fang Wenyuan regain his clarity, Jiang Hao showed a sneer, and said, "You have some skills, if you have time, you might as well play with you, but"

After that, the long knife in his hand flew out, and this time, the aura contained in the long knife made Fang Wenyuan feel an even more terrifying aura, and it actually extended the sword.

Fang Wenyuan's expression became more solemn, because this sword was different from ordinary sword light, and ordinary sword light could only be regarded as sword light, which was the afterimage left by the knife when it was moving rapidly.

However, the sword glow exuded by Jiang Hao was obviously different, and that aura made people tremble. It seems that Jiang Hao's perception of knife techniques has reached a certain level.

Such a terrifying Jiang Hao, of course Fang Wenyuan was invincible, and the sword came very quickly. It was as dense as rain, although Fang Wenyuan's body method was fast enough, but this sword was too dense, and Jiang Hao also followed with the ghost knife.

Jiang Hao suddenly slapped Fang Wenyuan's chest.

"Poof"

Fang Wenyuan received a palm and spurted blood. The spiritual power contained in this palm knocked him flying, and the spiritual power entered his body, causing his internal organs to churn and his muscles and veins to be damaged.

Looking at Fang Wenyuan, who flew out upside down, Jiang Hao beckoned, and the ghost head knife flew back into his hand.

Fang Wenyuan fell heavily to the ground, smashing out a deep pit, and the blood in his mouth continued to flow out.

Jiang Hao leaned towards him step by step, the knife in his hand hissed, and the fire on the handle of the knife revealed his desire for blood.

one-step

Two steps,

Three steps,

Jiang Hao kept approaching, and the crisis of life and death was constantly approaching Fang Wenyuan.

At this moment, Fang Wenyuan kept secretly scolding the eight-tailed cat in his heart: "Why didn't this dead cat do anything, did he deliberately harm me? Hmph! I die, you will also be injured! You are not comfortable!"

Fang Wenyuan was a little desperate in his heart, ready to summon the Heavenly Thunder again, cultivate the Thunder Accumulation Technique, and fight to the death. But at this time, if he cultivated the Thunder Accumulation Technique, although he could stop Jiang Hao for the time being, he would definitely die without life, because he was seriously injured, and if he experienced the baptism of thunder and lightning, there would definitely be no reason to survive.

Yun Lei Technique is so domineering, those who cultivate it, if they don't advance, they will retreat, and when they cultivate, they have to go through the baptism of thunder and lightning, and if they can persevere, they can go to the next level. However, if you can't persevere, you will definitely die.

But if not, he would definitely die in Jiang Hao's hands now. Just as Fang Wenyuan was in a decision, the voice of the eight-tailed cat suddenly sounded. I don't know why, Fang Wenyuan, who has always hated this voice very much, suddenly felt so warm.

"Destiny is infinite, seven forbidden paths, forbidden spiritual sense, forbidden spirits!" The eight-tailed cat's voice spread throughout the four fields, ethereal and ethereal.

After its words, a formation depicted by an inscription appeared in the sky, facing Jiang Hao as a hood.

The golden light shone brightly, and the word 'forbidden' flew to Jiang Hao's forehead, which was fixed in the center of the formation, Jiang Hao's body shook, and a red light on his body separated, and he escaped from the void. With the departure of the red light, the aura on Jiang Hao's body weakened a lot.

At this time, the second word 'forbidden' suddenly appeared, and it was pasted on Jiang Hao's forehead again, after this 'forbidden' word fell, Jiang Hao was motionless, and even the divine consciousness that emanated was all taken back, and the breath of the whole person became extremely restrained.

The eight-tailed cat appeared with a tired expression, stood on the shoulders of the stunned Fang Wenyuan, looked at Fang Wenyuan with an arrogant face, and said, "How is it?

Fang Wenyuan frowned, and said, "He was just frozen by you?"

The eight-tailed cat replied weakly: "His soul has been imprisoned, what do you say?"

After a long groan, Fang Wenyuan spoke: "But how can such a big living person be taken out?"

"You're stupid!" the eight-tailed cat said unceremoniously, and then said: "His spirit has been imprisoned, just like a dead man, it is okay to put it in a storage bag!"