With the flash of white light, the qiē on the high platform became clear, and the people standing around with weapons in their hands turned out to be black stone figurines.

Just as Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, a middle-aged man with a resolute face appeared beside him, raised his hand to help him up, sighed, and said, "After all, someone still came here, little guy, how is the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains now?"

The low and desolate voice made Zhang Hao look stunned, and after a while, he asked, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man didn't look very old, but there was a kind of desolation in his voice that saw through life and death, and after smiling slightly, he stared at him and said, "Who am I, I don't even remember myself, why do you bother asking!"

Speaking of this, he saw that his voice paused, his eyes swept over Hu Zuofei lying on the ground, and said, "Hongmeng Fire Tower is actually on this person?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao subconsciously touched the dimensional ring with his hand, his face immediately changed, and he hurriedly looked down at his right hand, only to see that the black ring on his middle finger was missing at the moment.

Following the middle-aged man's gaze, Hu Zuofei, who was lying there, spread out his right hand, and the dimensional ring was in his hand.

The corners of Zhang Hao's mouth twitched, he strode forward, picked up the dimensional ring, raised his leg and kicked Hu Zuofei on the back, and scolded: "Old bald thief, you really don't want to repent when you are dying!"

The middle-aged man looked at his actions, then understood, and smiled: "That's right, the Hongmeng Fire Tower should not be in his hands, but you!"

"What kind of tower is not a tower, I don't know what you are talking about!" However, Zhang Hao suddenly became vigilant, put the dimensional ring back on his hand without a trace, and flatly denied it.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, his palm slowly spread out in front of him, and a black light immediately rushed out from within the dimensional ring, flying towards his palm.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao raised his hand and grabbed the black light, but as soon as he approached the other party, he was shocked back by a soft energy.

The black Hongmeng Fire Tower, suspended in the palm of the middle-aged man, exuded a faint coercion of heaven and earth. The black light descended from the bottom of the tower, and the space began to slowly distort with the small black tower, gradually forming a vortex under the tower.

"It's strange why I was able to find it, right?" The middle-aged man looked at him and smiled slightly as he held a nine-story black pagoda in his left hand.

But Zhang Hao's eyes were purring, as if he was thinking about how to recapture the Hongmeng Fire Tower from the other party, and said casually: "It's very curious!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man looked up into the distance, with infinite memories on his face, and after a long time, he said, "Because it is something that my master and father have refined by hand!"

This sentence suddenly made Zhang Hao stunned and shook his head subconsciously.

"Hehe, when the old man left, he left a sentence, I don't know if anyone still remembers it in the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains now!"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, withdrew his gaze from a distance, and sighed: "Trapped Fire Tower, Haotian Chain, Sky Devouring Wheel, Sanjiu Gather, Heavenly Realm Reappears!

Hearing this, Zhang Hao grinned, scratched his scalp, and said, "What do you mean?"

The middle-aged man looked back at him, smiled, and said, "When you go to the Riot Star Domain in the future, you will understand!"

At this time, Hu Zuofei, who was lying on the ground, snorted twice in his mouth, then woke up faintly, lay there and opened his eyes to look around, and said with a blank expression: "The thief grandpa is dead?"

Seeing this, Zhang Hao walked closer with a sneer, took off the black war knife from his back, and said angrily: "Old bald thief, you are indeed dead, but you still have to die under Lao Tzu's knife once, are you willing?"

"Is it you little cub?" The killing intent came, which also made Hu Zuofei completely sober up, suddenly jumped up from the ground, glared at him and asked.

The next moment, the figure shook strangely and fled.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao smiled angrily and raised his knife to slash, and the sharp knife chased the opponent's back and slashed down, but just as the knife was about to be added, Hu Zuofei suddenly fell down, and at the same time dodged the sharp knife.

"Who is so lacking in virtue that he actually harmed your thief grandfather!" Outside the high platform, Hu Zuofei's scolding voice came.

Zhang Hao carried the black war knife, chased it to the edge, and after glancing down, he suddenly laughed: "Old bald thief, you deserve the fuck!"

The round black stone platform is not spacious, only about ten meters, just now Hu Zuofei did not check for a while, and was in a hurry to flee for his life, so he stumbled and rushed out from the edge of the high platform.

However, once the body was separated from this round high platform, there would be a terrifying pressure over his body, and this power also caused him to fall.

From above, the periphery of the high platform is full of sharp blades, and further down, there is a bottomless pitch-black space. The platform seemed to float in endless space, turning slowly.

At this time, Hu Zuofei was holding a long sword tightly with both hands, and although the blade did not cut his palm, it was extremely uncomfortable to hang there.

Hearing that Zhang Hao was gloating above, the old bald thief was immediately furious and shouted: "Boy, quickly pull your thief grandfather up, this is not a place to joke!"

But when this sentence came to Zhang Hao's ears, it made his face cold, and then he laughed angrily: "Save you? Why did Lao Tzu come to save you? A thief like you is also a scourge to keep, and it is better to die!"

"What a vicious junior, no matter how bad the thief grandfather is, in the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains, he can be regarded as famous, and you are ......" The terrifying coercion covered his body, making Hu Zuofei snort and scolded angrily.

At the same time, he used all his strength to try to climb up by himself, but the coercion outside the high platform stopped the circulation of the immortal yuan power in his body, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use any energy.

As soon as he was halfway through the scolding, his body fell down violently, and his hands holding the sword were immediately cut by the blade, and blood dripped on his face, making his already roe deer-headed appearance look a little more hideous.

"Hey, you are in the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains, at best, you are notorious, how can you say that you are famous?" Seeing this, Zhang Hao simply raised the black war knife in his hand and slashed at the edge of the high platform where Hu Zuofei fell.

With a bang, the black stone was immediately cut down in a large piece.

And Hu Zuofei, who was hanging below, hurriedly shouted: "Boy, do you still want to fall into the well? Don't do it yet, the thief grandfather has something to say!"

But Zhang Hao slashed down with a knife, and the blade of the knife cut into the black stone, leaving a thin crack: "What's the fart, just let it go, Lao Tzu will have another knife down, hehe......"

With that, he raised the black war knife in his hand again.

"Don't, don't cut it!" Hu Zuofei found that the long sword he was holding tightly began to shake, and hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa the thief has a treasure in his hand, you quickly pull me up, and it's easy to discuss!"

However, Zhang Hao showed a trace of surprise on his face, slowly put down the knife, and asked: "What baby, throw it up first and let Lao Tzu see, if you dare to lie to me, hey, I won't cut off your hands together!"

Hearing this, Hu Zuofei's thin face trembled, and he hurriedly took out the dimensional belt of the Ming Qinghe River from his arms and threw it up: "Everything is here, quickly pull your thief grandfather up, one step later, it will be too late!"

"Hehe, what's the hurry, Lao Tzu has time!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Hao picked up the belt in a hurry, and after accepting the ring by himself, he hit the edge of the black stone platform with the back of his knife: "Old bald thief, what else is on your body, take it out, so as not to become a funeral object and spoil things when you die!"

And Hu Zuofei, who was hanging there, heard these words, and immediately scolded angrily.

But he couldn't help Zhang Hao, his eyes rolled, and he smiled: "The things of the thief grandfather are all outside, as long as you kid pull me up, those things will belong to you!"

"Old bald thief, I can't bear the little thing in my hand when I die, hey, let's be a good person today!" And at this moment, Zhang Hao also smiled, and his steps stepped back.

Hu Zuofei thought that he wanted to find a way to save himself, so he hurriedly thanked him again and again, with a thin face full of flattering smiles.

But the next moment, the clanging sound from above made his face look ashen, and he scolded: "Damn little cub, the white-eyed wolf who can't be fed, even if the thief grandfather dies, he won't let you go!"

"Hey, really? Then I'll wait!" Zhang Hao sat cross-legged in Hu Zuofei's position where he couldn't see it, and struck the ground with the black war knife, making a clanging sound, which sounded like he was chopping something.

And the middle-aged man always stood in the distance, looking at him and Hu Zuofei fighting, shaking his head slightly.

Around it, there are twenty-seven black stone figurines, which look extremely beautiful.

Zhang Hao, who was sitting on the edge of the high platform, seemed to have thought of something else, put away the black war knife, rummaged through the ring for a while, and finally found a blood-red rope, slowly poked it outside, and said with a smile: "Old bald thief, how about we talk about a condition?"

"Say it quickly!" Hu Zuofei seemed to be tired of scolding, and responded angrily.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao shook the blood-colored rope in his hand, smacked his lips and said: "I think about how enjoyable it was when Lao Tzu crisscrossed the cultivation realm, punched pseudo-Taoist priests, and kicked and worshiped the ghost pavilion. But now, when I came to these Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains, whether it was a thing or not, I could beat Lao Tzu, and the past time was gone, which made me think back to it once upon a time, and I always miss it very much......"

Speaking of this, he saw him glance down and found that Hu Zuofei had his head down, gritting his teeth, so he asked with a smile: "Old bald thief, are you listening?"

"Tell me about the conditions!"

Hu Zuofei seemed to have endured extremely hard, looked up at him, and shouted with a twisted face.

And Zhang Hao smiled, sat up straight again, and sighed: "Looking back, since he came to the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains, Lao Tzu has not been hunted down and killed for a day? And those who tried to kill me didn't end well, old vulture, do you know why?"

After a pause, Zhang Hao poked his head out again and asked.

And the corners of Hu Zuofei's mouth twitched, and finally collapsed, crying loudly: "Boy, your thief grandfather has served, hurry up and say the conditions, otherwise it will be really late!"

"Hey, you're like this earlier, I don't have to bother!" Seeing this, Zhang Hao stroked his palms and laughed, stretched the blood-colored rope in his hand down an inch again, and said: "Bald thief, listen to Lao Tzu, I know that you have a lot of treasures on you, and if you want to live, throw them all up." Hehe, every time you come up the same, the rope in Lao Tzu's hand will be lowered by an inch!"

Hu Zuofei, who was hanging outside, heard this, and immediately shouted angrily, but he didn't dare to completely anger Zhang Hao, so he hurriedly took out something from his arms and threw it up!

"Bell!"

This thing fell in front of him and rolled, Zhang Hao looked at it fixedly, and his face immediately showed ecstasy.

It was a fiery red, rhizome-like elixir, in today's Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains, there are very few people who can have elixir, but I didn't expect that the old bald thief still had such a treasure in his hands.

Yiyan lowered the rope down an inch, and Zhang Hao smiled: "Come again!"

And Hu Zuofei was extremely distressed and took out another thing from his arms and threw it out!

"Smack!"

Seeing this, Zhang Hao was immediately furious, raised his foot and kicked the boot out, scolding: "Old bald thief, I think you don't want to live at all!"

With that, the blood-colored rope hanging outside the high platform was immediately lifted by him by an inch.

Hu Zuofei exclaimed with a grief-stricken expression: "Wait!"

After that, he took out another thing from his arms and hurriedly threw it up! Zhang Hao picked it up and looked at it, then nodded with satisfaction and said, "Go on!"

The middle-aged man looked at him sitting there, blackmailing Hu Zuofei repeatedly, with a helpless look on his face, and after shaking his head, he sighed: "The world is going down, has the nine heavens and eighteen domains become like this now?"

When Zhang Hao heard this, he glanced back, and just wanted to say something, something outside the high platform was thrown up, and then smashed on his face......

(Chapter 9, six chapters remaining...... ）