The fat rat did not look back without looking back. He patted his greasy hands leisurely and pinched the magic trick. He saw a dark fire between his ten fingers burning. The fire light crawled back and forth like ink marks. However, in the blink of an eye, the greasy ones on his hands were swallowed by the flame tongue.

Zhang Hao looked at the pile of greasy on the ground, holding a bill provided by the Hongchen Building Accountant in his hand, looked at the huge bag behind Qianlixing and said with a smile: "I hope the bag behind you is spirit stone, otherwise the spirit stone you owe will be paid back with your life!"

Qianlixing didn't even look at Zhang Hao, but when he heard the word "spirit stone", his beard on his jaw shook strangely a few times, and a cold snorted in disdain came out of his mouth.

He slowly stretched out his right hand and gently pressed it on the table in front of him. The ban on the table flashed violently, exploding violently, revealing the raw wood inside.

The black fire in Qianlixing's hand crawled towards the wooden table with his five fingers as the center, and when the entire table was covered with a layer of dark flames.

He sneered, "Add this table, how many spirit stones are there in total!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden table under his command turned into ashes with a bang.

However, although the wood material inside the table has been burned out, it still keeps the shape of the table standing in the hall, making it look extremely strange.

Zhang Hao was shocked. This man was not good-looking but had a magical fire control technique. Moreover, the strange black fire in his palm was extremely rare. There was never such strange flame in the flame world in the White Jade Pan Dragon Palace.

Seeing Zhang Hao staring at him and not speaking, Qianlixing slowly raised his hand and said, "What! Are you afraid that I can't give so many spirit stones?"

Seeing that the table with his palm lifted up and turned into ashes suddenly collapsed and scattered into a ball of black smoke, Zhang Hao withdrew his gaze and looked at the bill and said, "What you owe is 36,300 second-grade spirit stones. In addition, this table is worth 130 second-grade spirit stones, a total of 36,400 thirty second-grade spirit stones. From now on, if you don't have the spirit stones for the occasion, then I will increase the level of the spirit stones by one hour. If you don't pay it back after more than twelve hours, I will have to kill you!"

Zhang Hao's tone suddenly turned cold, and an unconcealed murderous intent was released from Zhang Hao's body. According to the information, there were three people coming from the other party, but now only one person was eating the overlord meal here. The other two were also cultivators in the Dharma Realm. One of them was good at hiding their bodies and ambushing them secretly. If he secretly assassinated those low-level cultivators regardless of his identity, it would be a surprise that it would take only half an hour to slaughter the team of hundreds of cultivators.

Fortunately, everyone has already combined into the Great Zhenwu Sword Formation. Everyone's spiritual consciousness is led by Mo Xiaoqi through the formation and they all unite into a soul chain. This soul chain can make Mo Xiaoqi's spiritual consciousness surpass the Jindan's spiritual consciousness thousands of times. As long as the hidden person enters the range of the Zhenwu formation, he will be discovered.

Sun Lin, who had already activated the defense forbidden, was quietly exploring every grass and tree in the radius of ten miles of the Hongchen Tower through the huge array plate in the imperial city. Sun Lin and Zhang Hao each held a kind of communication talisman. As long as Mo Xiaoqi and Sun Lin discovered the cultivator who was hiding his traces, Sun Lin had a hundred ways to practice talismans that could delay him for half an hour.

When Zhang Hao entered the Hongchen Tower, the ordinary cultivators around him had long been scattered, and the pedestrians on all streets disappeared.

Most low-level cultivators are extremely afraid of their opponents who are much stronger than themselves. Even if they look far away, they are scared, fearing that one will accidentally be affected and die of a bad life.

An extremely sudden laughter came from the Red Dust Sword Tower.

Qianlixing laughed without being angry after hearing Zhang Hao's words. He looked up at Zhang Hao, and his body suddenly slid and rushed towards Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao's figure suddenly turned into a afterimage, and his Taoist robe suddenly exploded.

The blood of witch and martial arts gathered in his body, and he lifted his fist and greeted the soles of his feet that were walking thousands of miles away.

The cultivators who were watching from a distance saw a wooden house at the Hongchen Sword Gate burst open, and a cultivator with a huge pocket behind him fell from the house.

The thousand-mile pedestrian was in the air, and his heart was shocked. Just now, Zhang Hao punched him under his right foot. An extremely barbaric force directly counterattacked the power in his body, allowing his body to penetrate and fall from the wooden house without control.

Qianlixing was in the air, and when he raised his right hand, the huge bag behind him suddenly became larger, making the speed of landing from the air suddenly slower. He pinched the magic with one hand and saw the light change. The huge bag behind him turned into a huge black cloth, covering Mo Xiaoqi and others who were ambushing around him.

Mo Xiaoqi, who was concentrating on his vigilance outside the house, looked at the black cloth above his head and waved his hand. The sword cultivator in front of him gathered from all directions, covering the place where he fell from thousands of miles away.

The 260 sword cultivators, led by Mo Xiaoqi, danced the flying sword in their hands. The flying sword was like a spiraling round sword plate, stabbing towards the black cloth above their heads.

Looking at the sharp sword light emitted from the sword formation composed of 260 cultivators.

Qianlixing twins danced quickly and shouted: "Lock!"

The cultivators saw that the black eyes were seen, and a huge black cloth covering a radius of three miles suddenly enveloped the sky above their heads.

When the black cloth was shrouded under the black cloth, a ghost shadow in the air, covered with dark and thin as a monkey, shot towards Zhang Hao like a strange ghost.

"So you are hiding in this magic weapon behind this man."

Zhang Hao said loudly, and the Lilong flying sword behind him shot towards the shadow like a meteor chasing the moon.

The strange shadow suddenly faded in the air and finally disappeared.

Zhang Hao quickly controlled the Lilong Sword and flew back.

Mo Xiaoqi looked at the black magic weapon covered with his head, and his whole body exuded an unyielding will, which made the cultivators behind him feel it.

This is a sword cultivator and the rules of heaven and earth, all things fight, and strong one's will.

Will leads everyone to run the sword light and bless them on the black sword. The black sword suddenly releases an extremely strange black light. The black light reaches its extreme black light at this moment, like a white light, instantly illuminating the entire dark world.

The sword formation combined by everyone was like a huge gyro of a beautiful sword cultivator, and those weak links were blocked by black hammers and other extremely powerful body-refining practitioners with shields that blessed Sun Lin's heart-working efforts.

These shields are covered with barbs, but there are lock rings inside them that connect to each other. Once the formation is activated, it is like a powerful weapon that can't defeat the five and invincible.

The body refiners led by Black Hammer emitted powerful qi and blood all over their bodies, and combined with the Tongtian sword intent on the bodies of these group of sword cultivators to form a black and red intertwined light above the sword intent headed by Black Hammer, forming an eight-size edge.

The sharp edge suddenly pierced on the black cloth, and only the sound of the cloth shattering sounded, and the darkness disappeared.

The huge black cloth was shattered by the sharp and domineering sword light.

Qianlixing staggered, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell to the ground with his head to the sky. The black cloth was a low-grade magic weapon, led by two golden elixir cultivators, and the rest were only more than 300 cultivators in the Condensation Stage, who actually destroyed one of his magic weapons.

Qianlixing was shocked and angry, and his hands turned into a broken rag the size of a fingernail and fell into his mouth.

Zhang Hao's spiritual consciousness is so sharp that he threw out a talisman the moment the body of the Death God Ku Wuchang disappeared. This talisman array is an instant talisman, and it only takes a divine thought to activate it.

When a talisman was issued, Zhang Hao vaguely felt that his spiritual consciousness was related to a wooden stake ten feet away behind him.
Chapter completed!