King Kong No. 1 stretched out his hand and took the flying sword, his movements were still a little stiff, he looked down for a moment, and then raised his head to look at Chu Hao, as if he was a little puzzled. Although he knew that the latter had no spiritual intelligence, and there was no corpse smell and only the aura after the refining of the Mixed Yuan Ding, Chu Hao was still a little surprised to see such a humane scene, he didn't control King Kong No. 1 just now.

Chu Hao asked, "Chen Honghong, this Li Mao won't be resurrected, right?"

Chen Honghong sneered: "The souls of these boys have long fallen into the Great Dao of Reincarnation, in the space of the Mixed Yuan Ding, where can there be the possibility of resurrection, don't be suspicious." ”

Staring at King Kong No. 1 for a while, Chu Hao didn't see why, he could only believe Chen Honghong's words, distract himself, and then control King Kong No. 1. If there was any point about the External Transformation Technique that Chu Hao was most dissatisfied with, it was not that it consumed a lot of Essence Qi and Divine Energy, nor that it required a huge amount of Divine Thoughts to control it, but the black mist that had been cultivated!

The black mist looked like an evil skill, lingering around King Kong No. 1's side and hands, and it could not reflect the great image of the little prince as brilliant and righteous as the sun.

King Kong No. 1 held the long sword, and then began to silently chant the spell in his mouth, and then, I saw him throw the flying sword, and then stretched out two fingers, a black gas sprayed on the flying sword, and a buzzing sound came, and the flying sword began to tremble violently.

Chu Hao's eyes lit up, and he continued to control the latter, the black gas in King Kong No. 1's hand sprayed on the flying sword one by one, and in his thoughts, King Kong No. 1 actually let out a soft cry in his mouth, and then drove the flying sword, buzzing loudly, white light and black light erupted in unison, whoosh!

The light has passed, and the flying sword is incredibly fast!

With a bang, a big tree 500 steps away was cut off!

The moment the big tree broke, the flying sword did not stop, in Chu Hao's stunned gaze, I saw him tossing back and forth several times, releasing several black and white repulsive lights, zuihou one by one, piercing through the trunk of the tree, in the rumbling sound of falling to the ground, flying back!

This was Chu Hao's first time using the sword technique, and although he didn't use it himself, it was enough to excite him!

Damn, this is too much, when I was doing chores in the casting door, I wanted to be able to have this flying sword, that splitting wood or something, it was not completed in less than an hour, and the rest of the time, how many girls can Lao Tzu soak!

Chen Honghong scolded: "Unproductive boy!"

Chu Hao ignored him, and used the sword technique with great interest, wreaking havoc on the entire place to the point where not a single grass grew and not a single tree remained.

I have to say that Chu Hao is really a bit violent, especially after what happened to Li Beihong, he now has a fire in his heart anytime and anywhere, and he wants to vent it.

He asked Chen Honghong, and Chen Honghong said that it was a demon in his heart and he wanted to control it. Chu Hao didn't think so, the heart demon or something, can it still be called a heart demon if it is controlled? There are countless calamities and difficulties on the road of cultivation, everything must be controlled, so what kind of strength is there to cultivate?

Chu Hao's current strength is not yet able to fly with a sword, even with his Heavenly Spirit Root qualifications, he still has to have innate qi to reach the second level of qi training. And seeing that King Kong No. 1's technique was becoming more and more proficient, Chu Hao couldn't help but have a thought to let King Kong No. 1 replace his own sword.

An hour later, in the open space at the top of the mountain, Chu Hao's face was full of joy, looking at King Kong No. 1 who was staggering and stepping on the flying sword, the excitement in his heart was indescribable!

Unexpectedly, an idea that suddenly came to him became a reality in an instant, King Kong No. 1 was actually able to fly with a sword! He was a corpse, all supported by Chu Hao's divine thoughts, and he used spells, not relying on his own innate qi, so it was not surprising to be able to use the sword technique, but being able to fly with a sword made Chu Hao a little surprised.

After all, this mastery is one's own familiarity and sensitivity with the art of swordsmanship.

The rickety King Kong One turned his head again and looked at Chu Hao, as if waiting for something. Chu Hao is already accustomed to the humanized expressions of King Kong No. 1, he has seen too much in the past two days, and Chen Honghong has ensured that his soul is lost, so he will not worry about it.

"Fly!" Chu Hao thought about the sword mantra, and his mind was separated, only to see that the black light on King Kong No. 1 was even worse, and it seemed to be the darkness that had come in advance in this evening.

The flying sword under his feet emitted a dazzling white light, and the two fused, and under Chu Hao's control, King Kong No. 1 rode the flying sword, swishing - cutting through the spatial airflow, and instantly flew out of a distance of 100 meters above his head!

"Awesome!" This sword technique is much more powerful than that Sky Talisman, Chu Hao's heart was excited, and he became proficient again, so he was very happy. For King Kong One, he has no spiritual intelligence, and it all depends on Chu Hao's control, so there is no problem of consumption, but for Chu Hao, although the spirit is not as fast as his own Imperial Sword, he can't withstand the toss of time.

After only a stick of incense, Chu Hao couldn't support it anymore, stopped "flying a kite", and then exhaled a breath and let King Kong One fly down.

"It's not okay for a clone to be without the provision of aura, and now that you've just cultivated the Outer Body Transformation Technique, the corpse can't stay for too long. Chen Honghong's voice rang out, and said, "If you want to use your clone to fight the enemy with all your might, you will reach the limit in an hour at most." ”

Chu Hao nodded, understanding what Chen Honghong meant, that is, he received the flying sword in his hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to collect his skills. I saw that the black qi on King Kong No. 1 began to slowly dissipate, and Chu Hao let out a "whoa"!

King Kong No. 1's eyes flashed black, and then he stood in place in a daze, without any aura on his body. Chu Hao was covered in sweat, he had just come into contact with the external transformation technique now, and he couldn't use it flexibly, so it was so cumbersome to collect the gong, and after he became proficient, the power collection should be dozens of times faster, and the incarnation of the drive would gradually increase.

Thinking that the corpse chasing faction of the Fifth Heaven was able to drive dozens of corpses, what a powerful coquettish it was.

After resting for a while, Chu Hao's heart was filled with a strong sense of confidence, today's cultivation of the Transformation Technique outside his body had increased his strength by a few points, if Chen Honghong's cultivation of the Insect King was completed, then going to the Heavenly Ruins to win the immortal fate would be another big help.

In the middle of the night, Chu Hao finished breathing, feeling the cold wind of the mountain peak, slapping on his face, without the slightest breath of spring. The entire mountain was almost tossed by Chu Hao, and in the range where he stood, the trees fell to the ground horizontally, and the grass was also messily scattered by the sword technique.

Taking a deep breath, an inexplicable emotion surged in Chu Hao's heart.

"Don't you ask me......" In a solemn atmosphere, Chen Honghong finally spoke, breaking the dullness.

"What's the use of asking?" Chu Hao laughed at himself, as if he guessed that Chen Honghong would not be able to help but speak first, and said lightly: "You have your reason, I have my principles, the deceased is gone, not to mention that Yue'er can still be resurrected, ask you so much, can you make her turn back now?"

After finishing speaking, a sad color flashed in Chu Hao's eyes, like a knot blown by the wind, which could not be untied.

Chen Honghong fell silent and did not speak for a long time.

And Chu Hao sighed, staring at the sky, in the dark night, I don't know when a dazzling star appeared, Chu Hao turned around, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said, "...... At least Lao Tzu is still alive, I think, Yue'er doesn't want me to be depressed, I'm still me, I will continue to live......"

There was no more words all night, the cool breeze gusted, but it was not cold under the faint starlight.

Chu Hao finally lay down on the hillside and slept all night.

Early the next morning, Chu Hao slept for more than two hours before getting up, and then summoned King Kong No. 1, and practiced the array of swordsmanship, he tried to separate the divine thoughts, and then let King Kong No. 1 get acquainted, and he trained the starting qi technique.

It wasn't until noon that he stopped, put the clone into the Mixed Yuan Ding, and then took out the black cloak from the storage bag, and after wrapping it on his body, Chen Honghong rose from the wind and headed towards the mountain range next to the Three Evil Passes.

The bazaar was still a paradise for scattered cultivators, and it was the same as the situation when he first entered here, and Chu Hao pretended to be the honorary elder of the Craftsman God Sect and was able to enter. Not seeing Xiang Yang and Du Changyi, Chu Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and then after changing some materials for the Bone Healing Pill and the Tiger Muscle Pill, he walked around the market again.

The prosperity of the market is only the surface, and many black-hearted monks come here to exchange low-grade items for high-grade materials or elixir exercises, just to deceive those casual cultivators who do not have much knowledge, and to exchange them unequally.

Seeing this situation, Chu Hao just pouted, and then walked away. He is not in the mood to exchange anything now, now that the ruins of Liutian are coming, the agreement with Du Changyi is about to come, but he still doesn't know what the ruins of Liutian are, and it is a bit embarrassing to say it.

And Chu Hao, who is wise and martial, naturally can't afford to lose this person, so now he is making up for it.

After shopping for less than half an hour, Chu Hao finally saw a fat man with a sad face who no one cared about in front of the stall, Chu Hao's divine sense emanated, the latter was a monk of the second layer of the congenital stage, one level higher than himself, but it seemed that his qualifications were not good, and from the appearance, he had entered the age of between thirty and forty.

Chu Hao didn't care about what was placed in his stall, he just walked over with a big grin, and then kicked the stool with his foot, making a snap. Seeing the fat man look up, he smiled and said, "This fellow Daoist, it seems that business is not very good." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the table and saw a book on it, the book cover was earthy yellow, and on the left side was four big blue characters written on the ancient seal, "Formation Daquan".