The aura poured into the pagoda, and the power of the top-level magic weapon was completely unfolded, and a powerful storm swept in all directions.

In the face of the fierce ghosts that pounced, the colorful and exquisite tower bloomed with colorful light, which was extremely gorgeous. This light contains a unique power, and the three-headed ghost screams miserably, instantly dissipating into the air.

"Top magic weapon!"

Unexpectedly, this Han Feng also knew the goods, and exclaimed with a stunned face, it was surprising enough for a disciple who had just entered the outer sect for a few months to show the strength of the sixth layer of the forging body, and he actually had a treasure like a top-level magic weapon. You must know that such a treasure, even the disciples of the Inner Sect will not have it, and the elders in the refining period will be blushing.

"Who the hell are you?" Han Feng felt for the first time, and he underestimated the other party.

Zhou Hao's expression was solemn, and the top-level magic weapon appeared, but he couldn't crush it, and it seemed to be on par with this so-called soul devouring sail. It seems that it will be more difficult to deal with than expected, thinking so in his heart, but he did not stop in his hand, and commanded the Colorful Linglong Pagoda to shoot a ray of light and fly towards Han Feng.

The Soul Eater sail waved, and the screams resounded in all directions, like ghosts. Han Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it in the black mist, and in an instant, a three-foot grimace appeared, and a pair of scarlet eyes, like blood, opened their bloody mouths to swallow Zhou Hao.

The ghost face roared, and the anger was deep, but the colorful and exquisite tower contained the glow, with the supreme strength, coupled with its own top-level magic weapons, and exerted a monstrous power.

The results can be imagined...

Rumble!

The colorful and exquisite tower became larger, ten meters high, hovering in the air, a ray of glow fell, bombarding the ghost face, instantly wiping out its arrogance six layers, and the three-zhang grimace dimmed a lot.

Although this grimace did not have intelligence, it was instinctively a little afraid, and Han Feng's expression was cloudy and ugly. Although he knew that it was a top-level magic weapon, he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

In fact, strictly speaking, this is Han Feng's bad luck. His background is not small, and the basic exercises he cultivates are already powerful, and this Soul Devouring Sail is a unique means of the Soul Tower. The power of the unfolded is extremely high, and it is comparable to that of a high-grade magic weapon. With such strength, he can be regarded as the real first person among the disciples of the outer sect, and even a cultivator of the seventh level of the forging body may not be able to defeat him.

But when he met Zhou Hao, not only was his strength comparable, but he also had a top-level magic weapon, the Colorful Exquisite Tower, and he was suddenly tied to his hands and feet, and he couldn't exert all his combat power.

Even so, the Soul Eater Sail shouldn't be so unbearable, but this top-level magic weapon has the supreme strength of the Qi and has a little restraining effect on the Soul Eater Sail.

This point is enough for the final victory on the battlefield.

Han Feng quickly realized this, and the expression on his face became even more ugly, and he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

This treasure is not easy to refine, and Han Feng doesn't want these powerful ghosts to be buried under the top magic weapons like this. With a move to devour the soul sail, the black mist filled, forming a force to block the glow of the colorful and exquisite tower.

Then he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Soul Eater Sail. Suddenly, the anger was tumbling, the arrogance was monstrous, and a powerful ghost appeared, and the black gas was swirling.

Han Feng pinched his hands and rolled his aura, and suddenly these powerful ghosts condensed together to form a huge ghost soldier, six meters tall, wearing black armor, holding a long knife condensed by black qi, extremely burly.

Zhou Hao was surprised, it was the first time he had seen such a spell, the ghost soldiers seemed to come from the underworld, which was very mysterious. Don't allow him to think too much, the ghost soldier raised his long knife and slashed, Zhou Hao pointed to the pagoda, the glow was shining, and wisps of light flew out, trembling with the ghost soldier.

After all, the Colorful Linglong Pagoda is a top-level magic weapon, and with the cultivation of the sixth layer of Zhou Hao's forging body to control, it is still a little difficult, and the consumption of spiritual energy is huge, and at this moment, it is enough to consume four layers of spiritual energy.

Swish!

Zhou Hao's aura poured into the pagoda, and suddenly the light soared, and a phantom shadow was transformed in the void, suppressed and fell.

Han Feng sneered, and played a trick, and the black mist of the Soul Devouring Sail enveloped the ghost soldier, causing its body to skyrocket suddenly, and the inch-black body was like a real one, and it was more than three meters tall.

The ghost soldier opened his arms and lifted the suppressed phantom, and the black qi churned, like a ghost god.

The light of the pagoda kept falling, and the power of the phantom was also increasing, but it could not suppress the ghost soldiers. The two are evenly matched, and they can't help each other.

This temporary undefeated situation made Han Feng's face ugly, which was much worse than his initial expectations. He decisively shot again, flicked his cuffs, and suddenly a hurricane appeared, wrapping a flying sword in the wind, cutting through the air and killing Zhou Hao.

"Medium magic weapon!" Zhou Hao raised his eyebrows, although he was surprised that the other party had a lot of treasures, but he was also a little happy in his heart, the more treasures the other party had, it meant that after the solution was solved, the greater his gain.

While thinking about it, Zhou Hao waved his left hand, and also sacrificed a flying sword, and the red light instantly swept out.

In fact, Han Feng was even more depressed, he couldn't imagine that this disciple with an unknown reputation could be so difficult.

"I don't believe it, how long can you last!" Han Feng snorted coldly, the Soul Devouring Sail is a refined treasure, and it doesn't need to consume too much spiritual energy. But the opponent's top-level magic weapon is different, the consumption is huge, and he doesn't believe that he can control it for a long time with the cultivation of the sixth layer of the forging body.

However, as soon as this sentence was finished, a smile rose at the corner of Zhou Hao's mouth and he reached into his arms. Seeing this move, Han Feng frowned, revealing a vigilant look, could it be that there were any other treasures appearing, although he didn't believe it, he was also extremely careful.

Zhou Hao slowly took out a pill bottle, and after opening it, two pills were stuffed into his mouth.

Suddenly, the aura was overflowing, the fragrance of medicine was fragrant, and Zhou Hao's breath suddenly increased, and his spirit was refreshed.

Han Feng sneered, the other party took the elixir, obviously it couldn't last long, thinking of this, he was proud in his heart, in order to increase the pressure, he suddenly sacrificed a flying sword again, turning into Changhong to kill. Zhou Hao was naturally not to be outdone, and another medium flying sword collided, and the two were in a state of stalemate again.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can support it!" Han Feng sneered, looking like victory was in sight.

After a while, Zhou Hao's face turned pale and his aura was unstable, and he took out a handful of elixirs again and threw them into his mouth.

Han Feng still sneered, he believed that this was the last pill of the other party.

After a stick of incense.

After a stalemate for so long, Han Feng's expression had gradually turned into a desolate look, and his eyes were full of anger.

Because he saw Zhou Hao take out a handful of pills for the ninth time, and he kept chewing them as if he were jelly beans, with a narrow expression.

On the other hand, Han Feng, after so long, had to take the elixir to recover, but the two couldn't compare at all.

"When did the elixir become so worthless!" Han Feng was crazy, his chest was dull, his arms were sore, the aura in his body was gradually empty, his body was a little unstable, and the two flying swords he controlled were even more shaky.

On the other hand, Zhou Hao is full of energy, almost the same as at the beginning, and his breath is strong.

Such a situation has become apparent, and Han Feng's heart is full of unwillingness.

"Okay! It's taken so long, it's really over!" Zhou Hao smiled shyly, flipped in his hand, and threw out three talismans, and the three spells exploded, interrupting the confrontation.

Rumble!

The four flying swords shook open in unison, the soul devouring sail was impacted, the light dimmed, and the ghost soldier screamed miserably, turning into a cloud of black mist and returning to the sail.

This huge fluctuation, Han Feng was powerless to stop, flew out with a bang, and fell twenty meters away, his body was scorched black, and his whole body was covered in blood.

Zhou Hao walked over with a smile, holding the pagoda in his hand and holding a sword in his right hand: "I have to admit that you are very powerful." But in the end, you lose!"

Han Feng's face was ugly, his eyes were full of horror, his whole body trembled, and he said miserably: "Senior Brother Zhou, I lost this time, the contents of this storage bag are counted as apologies, and Han will definitely look forward to you in the future." ”

Han Feng begged for mercy, his words were pleading, and his expression was wailing.

This made Zhou Hao stop, he wanted to kill the other party, after all, his cultivation, the matter of having a top-level magic weapon was exposed, once it spread, it would be very unfavorable to him.

Suddenly, Han Feng's eyes flashed with viciousness, and the three thin black needles that he took out of his right hand out of nowhere were quickly thrown out and attacked Zhou Hao.

"Look for death!"

Zhou Hao's face changed greatly, his aura was running, and a pair of boots under his feet burst out with blue light, and he withdrew dozens of meters away in an instant, and then the light of the pagoda shrouded his body.

Dangdang!

Three times in a row, the thin black needle fell to the ground.

Han Feng looked frightened, and hurriedly begged for mercy again: "Senior Brother Zhou, I don't dare anymore, this time it's true, I must..."

However, this time Zhou Hao didn't have any expression, swung his flying sword, and the light slashed down, cutting through Han Feng's throat.

Han Feng was frightened and covered his throat unwillingly, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing sideways, and finally fell to the ground without breathing.

"Do you think I will still believe you!" Zhou Hao muttered to himself, and at the same time realized for the first time in his heart that he must not be soft on the enemy, otherwise he will only regret it in the end.

If it weren't for Zhou Hao's habitual vigilance, coupled with the treasure boots under his feet, and the top-level magic weapon body protection, otherwise he would have almost been carried in the hands of the other party this time.

"To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself!"

Zhou Hao suddenly remembered this sentence and not only nodded.

Zhou Hao quickly picked up the other party's storage bag, put away the magic weapon, and the soul devouring sail. The flames in his hand flew out, turning into flames and burning his body, and when the body was destroyed, the light under his feet flickered, and he continued to fly towards the deep mountain.

Now that his breath is weak, and with treasures in hand, Zhou Hao is obviously not suitable to return to the sect for the time being.

After flying dozens of miles away, Fang found a stone cave, covered the entrance of the cave, sat down cross-legged, took out a handful of pills, and threw them into his mouth without hesitation.

The elixir turned into a rich aura and circulated throughout the body, quickly repairing the loss. Within half a pillar of incense, the strength recovered to seven or eight layers.

"It's so dangerous this time, I didn't expect this Han Feng to be so powerful, I have a top-level magic weapon!" Zhou Hao sighed, even now he has some heart palpitations.

Returning to the point, it is also on the Soul Eater Sail, which is a powerful treasure.

Thinking of this, Zhou Hao hurriedly took out Han Feng's storage bag and took out the Soul Devouring Sail. Suddenly, the yin wind gusted, and there was a terrible sound of ghost crying.

"This is a magic weapon made of evil arts, and it is very vicious!" Zhou Hao observed for a moment and said to himself.