The white mist is thick, and the chaos is both illusory and real in the first array, as long as there is no thought in his heart, he can pass through this large array smoothly.

But Mingqinghe's worries have become a reality, and he doesn't know whether Hu Zuofei just now is true or false, in short, he stole his dimensional belt again.

Zhang Hao looked at the Mingqinghe and scolded there, sighed helplessly, and then urged: "Forget it, it's just a belt, I can't leave my life here for it, and when we get out, we have a chance to find it back!"

"What you said is light, the dimensional belt is the work of my life!" Unexpectedly, Ming Qinghe glared angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "It's best not to let that old bald thief fall into the hands of the master, otherwise he will definitely peel off his skin!"

Although he said it in a loud voice, he actually knew in his heart that it was impossible to catch Hu Zuofei in such a place.

Zhang Hao didn't say much, shook his head, and continued to walk forward with him. This time, he didn't let the Styx Qinghe cover his head again, and the experience just now already made him know that doing so would only make all kinds of thoughts in the other party's heart endlessly, and in the end, he really didn't know what would cause something powerful.

If you break through the Seven Emotions Soul Refining Array and want to control your own feelings, the chaos in front of you must suppress all kinds of mixed thoughts in your mind.

This is not easy to do, especially in the dense mist, and there will be unconsciously worried that you will not be able to get out.

And once you have this kind of worry in your heart, you will be trapped in the formation forever.

Zhang Hao walked forward while explaining the power of the Chaos First Formation to the Stygian Qinghe, originally thinking that it was to remind him not to think too much. But how do you know that the more you listen to the Styx Qinghe, the more bottomless she becomes, and she can't help but stop, look at the dense fog around her, and say, "The little master won't really be trapped here, right?"

As soon as Zhang Hao heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked around for a moment with a calm face, but did not find anything wrong, before waving his hand and saying, "No, as long as you follow me, we can go out!"

As soon as the words fell, the dense fog on the left side fluctuated violently, and a dark river slowly condensed and formed, and he stood there and pouted disdainfully and said, "Follow you, why don't I believe it, master?"

And the real Mingqinghe, who was standing beside him, said with a surprised face: ", what's going on?"

"What was you thinking just now?" At this moment, Zhang Hao looked at him expressionlessly and asked.

Ming Qinghe was stunned, and then turned his gaze away with a dry smile, but the rich condensed him scolded: "What does the master think, it's your business!"

Hearing this, Styx Qinghe jumped up violently and blasted at him on the opposite side with a punch: "Mouthy thing, what's the matter with you that the young master has a grudge against you?"

The fist burst out, and the dense fog condensed suddenly exploded, and then merged into the surrounding fog, "You have hundreds of dissatisfaction with Lao Tzu in your heart!" Zhang Hao glared at him and smiled coldly, and said: "It seems that after we go out, it is necessary for the two of us to distinguish between high and low, lest you will oppose anything I say!"

Mingqinghe touched his nose stupidly, and said with a dry laugh: "Misunderstanding, it was just a momentary thought just now, why should you care!"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao snorted, turned around and continued to walk forward: "Your momentary thoughts may cause us to kill each other, Lao Tzu repeated, control those thoughts in your heart here, it's best not to let them come out and make trouble, otherwise, hehe......"

Although the latter words were not spoken, the meaning of the threat was very obvious, and Shen Qinghe muttered, but did not return the mouth, lowered his head and followed him, not even looking at the dense fog around him.

Not long after the two of them walked forward, they heard a burst of angry scolding in their ears: "Damn, even if the thief grandpa is dead, he won't hand over the things to you, get out of my way!"

This voice suddenly stopped them, and Zhang Hao turned around and asked, "What were you thinking just now?"

Ming Qinghe looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "It's not a master!"

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound ahead, and then a man fell out of it in the thick fog.

This person's long body was thin and thin, with a roe head and rat eyes, and a pair of small eyes saw that the two of them were gurgling around, and then flew over next to Zhang Hao.

And the moment he passed by, a withered claw did not forget to reach for his back.

The black war knife was pulled out unconsciously, and he was about to leave with a very fast hand in his arms, but before Hu Zuofei escaped with the knife, the huge gravity from the knife pressed him down, and screamed: ", you are the nightmare of the thief grandfather!"

Suddenly turning around, Zhang Hao saw that his black war knife pressed the old bald thief there, his brows furrowed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped forward, stepped on the knife, and sneered: "Old thing, you still dare to hit my knife idea, it seems that Lao Tzu has to chop off your claws today!"

Seeing this, Hu Zuofei hurriedly waved his hand with a smile on his face, stared at a pair of mung bean-sized eyes, and said with a smile: "Little brother, why be angry, the thief grandpa is just joking with you!"

"Jokes?"

However, Zhang Hao suddenly shouted angrily, slammed a fist on his face, and snorted: "If it weren't for Lao Tzu's knife being heavy enough, it would have been stolen by you a long time ago!"

After Hu Zuofei screamed, he grinned and scolded: "Boy, don't be rampant in front of the thief grandpa, you are just a thing condensed from a thick fog, and you dare to move your hands and feet, believe it or not, grandpa, I will let you be wiped out?"

These words suddenly made Zhang Hao stunned, and the corners of his mouth twitched and shouted: "You fucking dare!"

Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly exploded with a thud, turning into a thick fog and disappearing in front of him.

But Ming Qinghe swallowed and spit, and said in a slightly dry voice: "Fake...... Fake?"

But the next moment, the surrounding fog re-condensed, and Zhang Hao appeared there again, stepping on Hu Zuofei with one foot, and spurting blood from his mouth with a punch: "Old thing, you actually have murderous thoughts on me, looking for death!"

With the strength of this punch, Hu Zuofei popped twice, spit out a molar tooth from his mouth, and scolded loudly: "Damn, how can you ......"

As soon as he said this, he suddenly came to his senses and asked with a shocked face, "...... you Are you real?"

"What do you say?" Zhang Hao bent down with a smile, and stepped on the black war knife pressing against the other party with his right foot: "Say, how do you want to die?"

At this time, Ming Qinghe walked up to the two of them, looked Zhang Hao up and down with his eyes, and asked hesitantly, "When did you appear just now?" Why didn't the young master notice it at all?"

As soon as the words fell, Hu Zuofei's eyes showed a trace of coldness, and he laughed and said, "Grandpa the thief understands, boy, you go and die!"

The old bald thief had a thought in his head, and Zhang Hao, who stepped on him, suddenly exploded and turned into a thick fog again.

Seeing this, the corners of his eyes jumped, and he hurriedly took two steps back, looked around vigilantly, and said, "Evil Gate!"

However, before Hu Zuofei struggled to get up, Rich recondensed Zhang Hao, kicked him over, and then smashed his fist into the back of his head.

With a muffled bang, Hu Zuofei snorted miserably and fell into a coma.

"This ...... What the hell is going on?" looked at the strange scene, and his face was a little unnatural.

Zhang Hao turned around and glared at him, and shouted, "Don't think about it!" With that, he reached out and picked up his black war knife and inserted it back into the scabbard on his back, only then did he exhale and said: "Chaos is a formation, it is both illusory and real, everything in the formation is possible, you can dissipate a thought to me, I can do the same, the old bald thief has obviously understood how to use the formation to kill us!"

"Then ...... you now" Styx Qinghe nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Before the words fell, Zhang Hao trembled and slowly fell.

But before he fell, he stood up again and said angrily: "Don't think about it, Lao Tzu is still alive!"

Seeing this, Ming Qinghe grinned and set his eyes on Hu Zuofei: "Is this old bald thief real?"

At this moment, Zhang Hao nodded slightly, and then picked Hu Zuofei up: "We must leave as much as possible, otherwise we may let the other party's thoughts kill!" You follow behind me, and when you see this old thing wake up, you will immediately knock him unconscious!"

"Hey, this job master is willing to do!" Ming Qinghe nodded with a smile, and then saw Zhang Hao carrying Hu Zuofei on his left shoulder and striding forward.

The Sky Swallowing Clam squatting on his right shoulder looked a little angry, its mouth slowly opened, and a black hole spread out in its mouth.

After noticing, Zhang Hao raised his hand and slapped the swallowing clam, and shouted: "It's useful to keep him!"

The black hole slowly disappeared, and the Sky Swallowing Clam returned to its original state, staring at its dull eyes, and making a muffled sound in its abdomen.

"Master only now knows how terrifying the refiner is, once a formation like this traps a person in it, it will be ......" Styx Qinghe said with a smile and smacked his lips.

Zhang Hao glared back at him, and when he saw him following behind him with his pants in his hand, he smiled and said, "The refiner is not as powerful as you think, the formation here is probably not as good as you think, I am afraid that few people can crack the formation here in the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains, Xingyu Venerable is counted as one, but unfortunately he is dead, I count half, and then there is the person who set up the formation!"

"Half?" Hearing this, Stygian Qinghe smiled and asked, "Why is this?"

After a pause, Zhang Hao raised his eyes and looked at the dense fog in front of him, as if he was calculating his position in the formation, and after a long time, he sighed: "The way of the formation is endlessly evolving, and I may not be able to arrange such a chaotic formation until now, so I can only count half a refiner!"

This sentence made the Stygian Qinghe fall into silence, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "This space in the center of the Riot Star Domain, in fact, the various domain masters of the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains have already had the intention to investigate, and even the old domain masters have been here a few times, but they all suffered heavy losses in the end. You can come here, at least your attainments in the formation far surpass those ordinary refiners, there is one thing, I want to ask you for help!"

"The domain masters of the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains once tried to join forces to break into here, but later they lost thirteen domain masters, which also created the subsequent years of conquest! The Nine Heavens and Nine Domains jointly slaughtered thirteen of the eighteen regions, causing it to become a barren place!"

Zhang Hao sighed, turned around to look at him, and said, "Aren't you tired of fighting for years?"

However, Styx Qinghe shook his head slightly: "This is no longer something that one person can control, the resources of the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains are about to be exhausted, and if you can't find a way to other places, the war won't stop!"

"What if you find a way to other dimensions, then you will kill all the people there and plunder their resources?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Hao sneered and asked rhetorically, then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, Lao Tzu is too lazy to think about this, what do you want me to help with?"

Styx Qinghe thought that he had deliberately diverted the topic just now, and after hearing the inquiry, he was stunned before saying: "Although there are many people in the underworld who have dual soul and body cultivators, there are not many real refiners, I want you to refine a blade!"

"Hey, bring your own things, do you have another reward......" Zhang Hao did not refuse, but looked at him with a smile and said, "It depends on what kind of blade you want to refine!"

This sentence suddenly made Mingqinghe roll his eyes wildly: "Look at your face, are you planning to slaughter the young master fiercely?"

In this regard, Zhang Hao did not deny it, and turned around with Hu Zuofei on his shoulder: "Don't you have a measuring ruler in your hand, I think that blade is good, or you will use it!"

"Don't!" Seeing this, Shen Qinghe hurriedly compromised, quickly chased after him, and said: "Even if the master is slaughtered, he will admit it, as long as he can refine a blade like the one you use, it will be easy to discuss!"

Hearing this, the corners of Zhang Hao's mouth grinned, and just wanted to refuse, Hu Zuofei, who was carrying it on his shoulder, snorted, and woke up faintly.

But he never thought that Ming Qinghe's eyes were fast, and he smashed a fist into his face......