Zhang Hao took a breath of rich spiritual energy and quietly entered.

When he looked up, he saw the nine array plates above the array base. Zhang Hao's eyes were slightly red. These nine array plates were used as backup for emergencies. If the large array base was not damaged, these nine array plates were not very useful. However, this Xuanjizi prepared nine array plates at a time as backup. This person was either too careful or was rich and powerful!

Zhang Hao summoned Xiaohuo, who looked at the nine array plates and immediately pinched the magic tricks to remove the marks.

After collecting nine array plates, looking at the suppressed small spiritual vein under the huge array base, Zhang Hao began to use one-hand technique. The technique fell on the small spiritual vein and merged into the spiritual vein, slowly melting the imprint left by Xuanjizi on it.

Zhang Hao looked at the small spiritual vein under the formation, and he was fully circulating the blood of the demon god in his body, and a great aura emanated from him.

The Red Flame Fuxi's spirit-swalking beast, who was devouring the spirit stones on the array, suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Hao, who was covered in red and golden body, and a faint fear appeared in his little eyes.

Zhang Hao stretched his right hand and held the small spiritual vein, circulated the power of his body in his body, and suddenly pulled out the magic power that blessed the whole body.

The formation swayed violently.

Zhang Hao pulled out from under the formation base of a small spiritual vein, like a white dragon, twisted its body and was pulled out of the ground.

The small spiritual vein is no longer as simple as an ordinary spirit stone, but a spiritual object that is slightly compatible with human nature. Its body is about one foot and three feet long, and there is endless spiritual power hidden all over the body.

Zhang Hao pinched the small spiritual vein and twisted and struggled.

Zhang Hao's full body of magic power poured into his right arm, and a red gold Buddha light emerged from his mind. It was the Buddhist supernatural powers that the golden luster fell on the small spiritual vein, causing a trace of spiritual consciousness born inside the small spiritual vein to fall into a brief confusion.

Several magic tricks quickly landed on the small spiritual vein, and a white light flashed, and a spiritual vein that looked like a silver dragon was taken into the Tower of Tongtian by Shang.

When the small spiritual vein woke up, it was suppressed in the Tower of Heaven.

Xuan Jizi was sitting in a stone house with his eyes closed, and suddenly felt a slight shaking like an earthquake. His heart sank. Could it be that another powerful monster touched the protection of the entrance?

He hurriedly flew out of the house with his sword light.

When he looked up, he saw a dark figure rising above the island suppressing the small spiritual vein. He quickly used his spiritual sense to sense the small spiritual vein, but found that as soon as he felt the breath of the small spiritual vein, only a dark hole was left in the entire array, and even the protective array that suppressed the small spiritual vein was destroyed and incomplete.

The seven orifices of Xuanji Ziqi are smoked. This small spiritual vein is the foundation of the Jiaolong Gate. If the spiritual vein is destroyed and someone comes to attack the Jiaolong Gate in the future, he will not be able to use the formation to fight against foreign enemies, which will inevitably attract the eye from other sects on the island.

Zhang Hao collected the small spiritual vein and was about to leave, but he saw a sword light coming from above his head and breaking through the air.

This sword contained Xuan Jizi's overwhelming anger, and it was his full strength sword.

Zhang Hao looked at the sword light that intercepted him, and his body sank, falling from the air like a huge rock.

He stepped on the jade floor of the Dragon Gate, shattering the jade that blessed countless talismans forbidden.

The other party is just a Jindan cultivator, and Zhang Hao doesn't care about it. He hopes that the other party can retreat when he sees the difficulties.

Xuan Jizi failed to succeed in his sword and knew that the other party was powerful.

He quickly issued a talisman, and the forbidden area on the island was opened layer by layer, and for a moment, various magic weapons appeared one by one. However, in the blink of an eye, the dark island was brightly lit, as if it was crowded with people.

Two figures flew rapidly from the inside of the Jiaolong Gate. In the blink of an eye, the light shone away and turned into two figures and fell beside the body of the word Xuanji.

Zhang Hao carefully investigated the other party and found that these two people were not masters of the Dharma Realm, but just two golden elixir cultivators.

One of the two golden elixir cultivators was wearing a light blue long-distance running, while the other cultivator had a short-bearded and white Taoist robe with a little sloppy on his upper lip. Seeing his appearance, Zhang Hao was slightly surprised. This person was Zhang Hengyuan, who had had a love a meal with him at the restaurant last time.

Zhang Hengyuan looked up at Zhang Hao, and suddenly felt that this person was a little familiar, but Zhang Hao activated the bloodline of the witch demon god in his body at this moment, making him feel very strange, but these eyes made him afraid and familiar.

But at this moment, this person was the enemy of everyone on the island. He had a special identity and naturally did not dare to go forward to identify it rashly, so he had to stand beside Xuan Jizi and look at Zhang Hao from afar.

Xuan Jizi looked at Zhang Hao and said coldly: "You are secretly stealing my small spiritual vein in Jiaolong Sect to destroy the foundation of our sect. Today, even if I am Xuan Jizi accompanying all the disciples of Jiaolong Sect, I will never let you go!"

After saying that, he said sternly: "The disciples of Jiaolongmen obey the orders and quickly arrange the Tiancan Sword Formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the cultivators around him immediately surrounded Zhang Hao from all directions. All of these cultivators were sword cultivators. For a moment, the sword light was radiant and the murderous aura was magnificent.

Zhang Hao looked at the low-level sword cultivators who were surrounding him, with a total of 81 people, all of whom were cultivators in the late stage of Condensation.

The formation was quickly arranged, and Zhang Hao was a little surprised that these low-level cultivators had set up a sword formation so quickly. It seemed that these low-level cultivators were also cultivators who grew up in killing. They were calm in encountering things and their realm was stronger than the other party. However, these low-level sword cultivators did not show any fear at all, and they were like dead soldiers who were not afraid of death.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao's expression changed slightly. He felt that these practices were very strange. While concentrating on his mind and being alert, he divided his spiritual consciousness and carefully investigated the sword cultivators.

Suddenly his face changed drastically. These low-level sword cultivators had no heart, and there was a little man like a puppet hanging in the position of his heart.

A trace of cold chill appeared in Shang Na's long eyes, and he said in a sequel: "These people are corpse puppets refined by evil cultivators! They should not have many sword moves, and each of them should only know three or five extremely powerful killing sword moves. They themselves do not absorb spiritual power. Each of them has a small spiritual gathering formation engraved in their bodies by Fu Xiu. Now that you have destroyed the small spiritual vein on the Jiaolong Gate, the time for this sword formation to last for a short time, but you should not be careless. These cultivators have no concept of life and death!"

Zhang Hao looked at the boys in front of him who were not much different from him, and for the first time he felt so uncontrollable anger. He looked up at Xuan Jizi, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to condense into substance.

The word "Xuanji" suddenly saw Zhang Hao's expression change drastically, and he snorted coldly.

I saw the corpse puppet boys around him wielding a long sword in their hands and stabbing towards Zhang Haofei.

The sword lights in the sky were like locusts, and the fine and dense sparks were connected into pieces, like tight flames.

Zhang Hao circled upwards, and the sword light under him was like the white light gathered by thousands of stars, following him.

The magic power of the right hand was circulating, and a drop of water swirled out from the palm of his hand, turning into a cloud of misty smoke, and bursts of tide sounds were transmitted from it.

The waves are surging and the cold is everywhere.

But these cultivators' flying swords were like maggots on their tars, rushing left and stabbing from the waves.

The tide shattered with a bang.

Zhang Hao's body shook slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Unexpectedly, these sword moves of cultivators in the Condensation Stage can exert such a huge power, and even the tide scores condensed by themselves were broken by the opponent in one move.

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