In the main hall, a blood-colored scimitar slashed down in the air, but was blocked by the streamer knife in Zhang Hao's hand.

The blood-red old man's figure instantly appeared on his side, and the scimitar flipped over in his hand, stabbing him straight through the arm with the blade.

At the same time, the other five old men also raised the long knives of different shapes in their hands at the same time and slashed them down.

The six blades came with earth-shattering killing intent, which made Zhang Hao's pupils constrict, and he hurriedly shook his body, performing a trick that the Yin Yang Demon Lord was accustomed to.

"Boom..."

A series of figures appeared, dealing with the six old men respectively, and many Zhang Hao shouted angrily in unison, and the battle knife condensed by the flowing energy in his hand shook them back.

The old man, whose beard was white, frowned slightly, retreated into the distance with a weak body, and said angrily: "Demon Lord Lao'er, you actually taught him all the distractions of a hundred battles, how can we fight?"

The Yin Yang Demon Lord dodged the sharp blade, shook his head with a solemn expression, and said, "The old man has never passed on his trick, that kid..."

Before the words fell, Zhang Hao's hundreds of shadows appeared around them, and the war knife in his hand slashed down angrily, and each of them performed different moves.

"Shura Knife, Ben Thunder Knife, God Devouring Knife, Fire Knife, Five Elements Knife, Yin and Yang Knife, this ......"

The six old men looked at each other as they saw that their familiar moves were being unleashed, and hurriedly teleported out, dodging the place where the blade was shrouded.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the hall shook violently, leaving a crisscrossing of knife marks on the ground.

"I didn't expect this kid to have such a profound understanding of knife techniques, it seems that we can't take advantage of the competitive moves, hehe......"

At this time, the Yin Yang Demon Lord raised the long knife in his hand with a cruel smile, and a vast aura awakened from his body.

Seeing this, the old man with white hair hurriedly stopped him, shook his head and said: "Forget it, the six of us old guys have joined forces, and we have already won the battle, if we use the divine source in our body again, it will not be good for the reputation to spread it, so let him go!"

"But once this kid leaves, let's ......"

The blood-colored old man, frowning slightly, looked at Zhang Hao's many shadows, and said, "Have you been living like this all along?"

The meaning of the last two words was only clear to the six of them, and the Yin Yang Demon Lord sighed, his expression a little sad: "No one forced us to choose this path in the first place, who can blame us?"

The old man with white hair shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "This is the price of our "living", if any of you don't want to, you can walk out of the Divine Tomb now!"

"Hmph, you know that if you go out, we will disappear immediately, and you still say such things, old thunder head, what are your intentions?"

Hearing this, the blood-colored old man snorted angrily, looking quite displeased.

The Yin Yang Demon Lord hurriedly interrupted them with a smile, pointed at Zhang Hao, who showed his body, and said, "We will discuss this matter later, let's discuss what to do with this kid first!"

Hearing this, the other five old men fell silent at the same time, although they stayed here and gained eternal life, they also lost their freedom from then on, and finally found a way for them to spend time, so they gave up so naturally reluctantly.

"Demon Lord, you have the most ideas, we all listen to you!" At this time, an old man with gloomy eyes stepped forward, glanced at Zhang Hao, and said softly.

The Yin Yang Demon Lord lowered his head and groaned, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Why don't we beat that kid up hard first, and then let him go?"

Zhang Hao, who was standing in the distance, heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and just as he was about to open his mouth to object, the other five old men nodded at the same time: "Agree, just do it!"

After saying that, the six figures rushed towards him separately, and released a strong aura halfway. Before Zhang Hao had time to resist, he was imprisoned by them.

The Yin Yang Demon Lord was the first to appear in front of him, shaking his wrist, and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, you can make the six of us old guys work hard these days, before leaving, if we don't give you some souvenirs, how can we be worthy of our fate for more than two years!"

As soon as the words fell, the fist slammed into his face, and with a muffled sound, Zhang Hao, who was imprisoned, immediately spurted blood from his mouth and flew out screaming.

Seeing this, the old man with gloomy eyes chased after him with a shake, quickly turned Zhang Hao's two arms behind him with both hands, pressed him to the ground, and shouted at the others: "Take advantage of this kid's not reacting, take revenge, quick!"

As soon as the words fell, the other five old men appeared nearby one after another, their fists and soles fell on his back at the same time, and the Yin Yang Demon Lord gritted his teeth and went straight to both sides of Zhang Hao's head.

For a while, the six old men actually beat him and roared angrily.

For half an hour, the six old men were adding fists and kicks, and it was not until Zhang Hao stopped scolding angrily that they stopped stopping with a regretful face.

The Yin Yang Demon Lord smiled and waved his hand, and the stone door of the main hall suddenly opened, and the other four old men grabbed Zhang Hao's limbs and threw him out of here shouting slogans.

The stone door slammed shut, and a layer of streamer enchantment immediately enveloped it, and bursts of hearty laughter came from the hall.

And Zhang Hao, who was lying in the cave, his limbs twitched slightly. After a long time, he turned over and sat up with grin, looked back at the closed stone door, snorted, and scolded: "Six old things, you wait for me!"

On his face, bruises to make him unrecognizable, but they were all the masterpieces of the Yin Yang Demon Lord. For more than two years, Zhang Hao has not given in, and has continued to learn their moves in battle.

Although they are now not inferior to any of them in terms of sword skills, the gap in cultivation cannot be bridged.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to leave, the six old fellows were so angry that they beat him up without saying a word, and they threw him out without even saying a word of goodbye.

In the main hall, the six old men fell silent for a while, and after a while, the old man with white hair and beard asked, "Is he just leaving?"

However, the Yin Yang Demon Lord sighed lightly, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Otherwise, what can we do?

The other old men turned around one after another and returned to their respective seats, their expressions extremely lonely, looking at them like that, the Yin Yang Demon Lord didn't say anything more.

Time seemed to freeze suddenly in them. The six of them waved their hands at the same time and tacitly understood, and a light curtain appeared in front of them, looking at the figures that appeared in them, a smile appeared on their faces.

Zhang Hao, who was sitting outside, looked up at the hall built by the Liucai Feiyuan Stone, sighed, knelt there on one knee, and said to himself: "Although you have all taught your own sword skills during this time, I already have a master, so I can only use this bow to thank you!"

Say, solemnly kowtow!

Looking at this scene in the light curtain, the eyes of the six old men were slightly moist and nodded slightly.

But just as they were about to say something, Zhang Hao then stood up and sighed: "But before I leave, I still have to curse you for not seeing a woman for the rest of your life!"

"This kid's heart is so bad that the old man can't bear it!"

Seeing this, the old man with white hair waved his hand to disperse the light curtain in front of him, stood up from his seat, and said angrily: "Don't forget to curse us before leaving, what is this?"

The Yin Yang Demon Lord shook his head with a wry smile and did not speak. The other four old men all sighed helplessly, looked at each other, and scolded: "Shameless!"

Although he was bruised everywhere, but the injuries were not serious, Zhang Hao stopped for a long time before turning around and walking towards the corner of the cave, stopping there and looking back at the main hall standing in the cave, and then vacated away.

As soon as he flashed from the right shoulder of the statue, Ling Ao in the distance raised his eyes and looked over, a chuckle appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "He's out!"

At the same time, the Phantom Blue Soul also withdrew a trace of soul energy, nodded, and said, "I haven't heard from you for two years, and I'm still alive!"

However, Ling Ao's expression suddenly became solemn, and he looked at the right shoulder of the statue and said, "He didn't come back!"

The phantom blue soul's face changed slightly, and the soul energy was released instantly, and after finding that Zhang Hao came out, he did not return here, but ran along the shoulders of the statue, rushing towards its neck.

As he quickly approached the huge head of the statue, Zhang Hao's body was also quietly changing, and wrinkles were crawling all over his face unconsciously.

"Boom!"

A battle knife condensed by streamer energy slammed into the surface of the statue, Zhang Hao looked up and found that what blocked the figure was actually a cliff.

The terrifying coercion came from above, and every step he took required a great deal of energy.

At this point, he could no longer fly in the air, and that kind of coercion enveloped him all the time, making it extremely difficult for the flow of light energy in his body to operate.

Taking a slight breath, Zhang Hao's left hand was spread out, and in the energy surge, an identical war knife condensed and formed, and then he pierced the surface of the statue.

With the help of the two war knives in his hand, he climbed up the right face of the statue step by step, and Ling Ao in the distance, after discovering his behavior, frowned slightly, and said, "It seems that he has not given up!"

The Phantom Blue Soul sighed softly, looking at the statue's right shoulder without saying a word.

Zhang Hao, who was climbing, suddenly found that his arms were shrinking rapidly, and he couldn't help frowning, his figure hung there, and he looked up.

After a while, a solemn look appeared in his eyes: "No matter what, as long as I can find a way to restore the remnant soul, I will give it a try!"

Climbing up along the side face of the statue is also close to the peak, and the greater the consumption in the body. Gradually, the consumption has reached an unbearable level.

The coercion shrouded in the surroundings made Zhang Hao's face pale, but those eyes revealed an unyielding look.

After a short rest, he walked some distance again, saw that he was already close to the statue's right ear, and after a little hesitation, crawled down the statue's cheek towards its face. Half a day later, he came to the position of his right eye.

The huge statue stood in the void, and from a distance, in its right eye, it exuded a strange brilliance.

When Zhang Hao approached, he found that there was also a cave hidden here that led to the interior, however, he did not enter, and followed the edge of the statue's right eye, all the way up, and only stopped when he approached a cave at the center of his eyebrows.

And at this moment, he has become a strange appearance, his face is wrinkled, his appearance is like an old man, and even his eyes have become extremely cloudy.

At the center of the statue's eyebrows, in a cave with surging streamers, Zhang Hao lay there, panting violently, rubbing his stiff face vigorously, and then got up and walked deeper step by step.

Soon after, a dark palace appeared in his field of vision, and in front of this palace, there were a bunch of dark skeletons, and the hollow eye sockets emitted a dark green glow, which looked extremely eerie.

The moment he stopped, the skeletons floated up from the ground at the same time, letting out a burst of rattling laughter.

Immediately after, the dark palace gate opened, and a cold voice sounded inside: "Since you are here, then come in!"

This sentence immediately made Zhang Hao tense, standing outside vigilantly looking at the constantly whirling skeletons, and asked, "What is this place?"

The hall fell silent, and after a long time, the voice smiled coldly and said, "Netherworld Palace!"

As soon as the words fell, many skeletons swirling around suddenly exploded, and then in a violent surge of energy, Zhang Hao was enveloped in it.

Feeling the cold aura around him, he hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and walked in.

The moment he stepped into the main hall, more than a dozen dark green flames immediately rose on both sides, illuminating the hall more and more terrifyingly.

The stone door behind him suddenly closed, and directly facing here, three figures suddenly appeared, and the cold aura emanating from one of them made the surrounding space quietly freeze.

And Zhang Hao's gaze slowly swept over their faces, and finally stopped at the old man on the left: "Immortal Meditation Heart, you are a person from the underworld......