What made Shi Hao even more crazy was that this Wan Feng Chen was a close friend of his father Shi Aotian, and he called him "Uncle Wan Shi", but what he didn't expect was that in the process of killing Shi Aotian, this Wan Feng Chen made the greatest contribution.

"Hey. Just when Shi Hao was about to lose control of his feelings, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, it was Huang Ling'er who urged the residual yin qi in his body, and woke up Shi Hao at a critical moment.

Seeing Shi Hao looking at him, the corners of Huang Ling'er's mouth hooked up a smile: "Even if there is a deep feud in the sea of blood, if you rush up now, you are also delivering food to others, maybe it may not even be a dish." ”

Huang Ling'er's words were very cruel, which calmed Shi Hao's impetuous heart in an instant, and his strength at the moment was not enough at all.

"Thank you. Staring at Huang Ling'er's bright eyes, Shi Hao nodded.

Under the joint attack of these strong men, the terrifying beast was no match either, and it roared and retreated into the depths of the little hell.

Immediately afterwards, many strong men from the sect appeared, and they gathered together to advance towards the depths of the small hell together.

"We're keeping up with that, too. Shi Hao said so, he swore that he must get that treasure and improve his strength.

After a period of listening, Shi Hao finally knew that the supreme treasure was called the Mandala Flower, also known as the Hell Flower, which grew in the place where the dead gathered, and would only appear once in ten thousand years, and each time it would set off a bloody storm.

"It's a perfect fit for me, and it's a huge benefit. Shi Hao thought.

There are strong people in front of them, and Shi Hao and the others are happy and relaxed.

Shi Hao's gaze has been fixed on Wan Fengchen, and when he saw Wan Fengchen kill an intermediate ghost general with a sword in his hand, he finally understood the gap between himself and him.

"Hey, that's Wan Moxian's nephew, the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he's here too. Shi Hao's gaze accidentally glanced at the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and his eyes froze for a moment, staring at the young man who was dressed in white and surrounded by many girls in the crowd.

Shi Hao remembered that when he was in Wanjianmen, this Wan Mo didn't bully himself a lot, and he once beat himself for half a month and couldn't get out of bed.

He has the nickname of "The Shame of Ten Thousand Swords", which is also from the mouth of Wan Moxian.

At this moment, Wan Mo was chatting and laughing in the crowd, and his gentleness and elegance, coupled with his status in Wanjianmen, caused many girls to shine in their eyes.

"I've actually reached the ninth level of quenching, since that's the case, I'll take you under the knife first. In an instant, Wan Moxian had already entered Shi Hao's list of revenge.

Everyone passed through the middle layer of the small hell, during which there were several powerful ghosts attacking, and they were all resisted by the strong people of various sects.

Now that they have reached the depths of the small hell, those strong people have stopped and explained to the disciples of their sect.

"In the depths of the small hell, the stronger the strength, the more it is suppressed, but the quenching realm is not affected. So the rest can only be left to you. Shi Hao heard from a distance that Wan Fengchen was talking to the juniors.

"Uncle Shi, don't worry, I will definitely get the mandala flower. Wan Moxian had a confident smile on his face, carrying a blood-colored long sword, and his strength was terrifying.

"Amitabha, let's go in together, all the strong people above the quenching body in the depths of the small hell have been driven out, there should be no risk. A little monk clasped his hands together and took the lead into the depths of the little hell.

A grim boy with a spear in his hand followed closely behind.

Wan Moxian did not hesitate, and led several geniuses of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to break in together.

There are also several teenagers in Confucian robes, who join forces to enter it.

Then, it was Shi Hao, who had no strong people to rely on, who walked inside in a hurry.

The two sects of the Ghost Sect and the Huangquan Sect have been fighting continuously in recent days, and they have repeatedly launched monstrous wars, and the ghost city of Fengdu at this moment has not seen the light of day for a long time, and it has been blocked by the terrifying ghosts.

This also leads to the fact that these two sects have no leisure to enter the evil ghost realm to compete for the mandala flower.

Shi Hao followed behind Wan Moxian not far away, waiting for the opportunity for revenge.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Wan Moxian stopped, looked at the little monk and the cold boy, and said: "There is only one mandala flower, but there must be other treasures near the mandala flower, it is better for us to look for them separately, the probability will be greater." ”

After that, Wan Moxian didn't wait for others to respond, and took the disciples of Wanjian Sect to part ways with everyone.

"Maybe it's good for us to keep up. "There are disciples of the Immortal Sect who said this, they followed behind Wan Moxian and the others, including Shi Hao.

After advancing for a while, someone exclaimed that the treasure had really been found.

Shi Hao followed the prestige, it was three dark blue grasses, and there were actually dark blue flames burning on them, and at a glance, he knew that they were not ordinary.

Next to the ghost grass, there was a group of peak ghost soldiers guarding it, about thirty or forty of them, and their pupils emitted a crimson light.

"At this time, the ghost grass, after swallowing it, helps to refine the golden body. Someone said with red eyes.

This ghost grass can be used by everyone present.

Wan Moxian looked back, glanced at the monks who came out of the small sect, and said arrogantly: "You guys, go and help me pick the ghost grass, whoever dares to swallow it privately, the consequence will be the destruction of the sect behind it." ”

At this point, everyone was furious, but due to the lack of strength, no one dared to refute it.

"Senior brother of Wanjianmen, this group of peak ghost soldiers, we are afraid that we will ......" Someone only spoke resignedly, for fear of angering Wan Moxian, mainly after getting the ghost grass, it must be handed over to Wan Moxian, so everyone is reluctant to make a move.

"I'm afraid of what?" Wan Moxian walked over to the person who spoke step by step with a cold smile on his face, and snorted: "Let you follow behind, just so that you can be cannon fodder?

At this moment, Wan Moxian did not have the kind of gentleness in front of people, he punched out, and the person who spoke just now flew away in an instant, and fell to the ground looking very miserable, if he couldn't be treated in time, it was estimated that he would not survive.

The other disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were scattered around, surrounding everyone, with a sneer on the corner of their mouths.

"Is this the style of the disciples of the Immortal Sect? Sooner or later, you will be besieged by other sects. Some people couldn't help but shout, but the end was the same as the one who had just spoken.

Up to now, everyone was silent, looking at Wan Moxian as if they were looking at the devil, regretting why they had followed.

"Ten Thousand Sword Gates, when is it qualified to be called the Immortal Gate?" At this moment, a voice with a hint of banter sounded in the crowd.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Shi Hao in unison.