A huge anger surged in the assassin's heart, but the sword technique he practiced was that only by attacking secretly could it exert its strongest power. This kind of sword technique also requires the cultivator to have a tolerant personality and calm thinking.

The assassin has been cultivating his sword for more than a hundred years. It was the first time that the sword intent was refined in person, but he knew in his heart that the other party must not be able to find his place now, otherwise the other party would definitely not be able to use this method to anger himself.

Thinking of this, the assassin gradually calmed down.

But at this moment, Zhang Hao's body turned into a afterimage, lifted his fist and punched the assassin.

The violent wind swept up the surrounding spiritual energy and surged violently.

The assassin's figure turned into a black shadow and flew towards another place.

But Zhang Hao's figure was like a maggot on his tarsal bones and he chased after him.

Many thoughts flashed through the assassin's mind. This person could find his own traces. When he faced off with this person, his advantage disappeared, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart.

The body flashed one after another in the air, turning into a black halo, and flew into the vast void.

Those cultivators who had not been introduced into the formation suddenly found two shadows flying out of the formation at a rapid speed, and the aura on both of them was very powerful.

These onlookers, even who were watching, had not seen these two shadows clearly, so how could they easily stop them?

The assassin flew out of the formation and sneered in his heart. Now that the scope of his hiding has become so large, he doesn't believe that the Emperor of the Red Dust could find his whereabouts.

Zhang Hao followed behind him at this moment, and saw the assassin in front suddenly turning into eight phantoms and flying towards eight different rest assurances.

"Show me!" When eight figures were about to disappear from Zhang Hao's sight.

The noble aura in Zhang Hao's body gathered in his chest, condensed into a sound and rushed forward.

Seven of the eight figures saw the slightest shadows fading a lot in an instant.

Zhang Hao smiled slightly and followed a figure that had not faded.

The tide in his hand condensed a ball of ice crystals and rushed towards the assassin.

When the assassin saw Zhang Hao breaking his ghost in an instant, he felt something was wrong in his heart. Seeing the other party's ice crystal assassinating him, he felt angry and angry.

This kind of ice crystal is very simple to condense and does not have any attack power at all.

The assassin waved his right hand, and a force gathered from magic power bombarded the ice crystal. The ice crystal turned into a white powder in the air and drifted rapidly around his body.

When these white powders appeared, the assassin suddenly felt a sense of dizziness coming from his soul, and quickly restrained his breath and retreated more than thirty feet towards another place.

Zhang Hao obtained this white powder from the skeleton in the passage. Only the three words "Transforming God Powder" were written on the porcelain bottle. As for the specific effect, Zhang Hao did not know, but there was an antidote on one side of the porcelain bottle.

Just now, a grain of this God-Transforming Powder was melted into this ice crystal.

Zhang Hao has no psychological burden for casting poison. As long as he can win against the enemy in this world, there is nothing that cannot be used.

What kind of bullshit and shamelessness does not have this concept to him at all.

If you lose your life, you will be completely finished.

The assassin quietly escaped, split his spiritual sense and sent a message, and said, "I didn't expect that the Emperor of the Red Dust, the world of the Forbidden Gods, would use such despicable means. Aren't you afraid that the people in the world will laugh at you?"

Zhang Haoli stood in the void, shook his head and sighed, "Are you worthy of telling me this? Why should you, a guy who covers your face and sneaks into sneak attacks all day long, reason with me!"

The assassin didn't realize that he was a little exhausted. When he wanted to say something else, he saw the other person's body turned into a shadow and rushed towards him.

He quickly used a magical power.

I saw a sudden sound of a cry of mourning like a night owl, and a shrill sound that shook far away in the void.

This is the assassin's magical power to become famous - Devil May Cry.

Only then did Zhang Hao realize that the other party was not as simple as he imagined. This Devil May Cry not only harassed his soul exploration, but also his eyes were blocked by a layer of gray-black substance.

The extremely shrill voice was still resounding in the air.

Zhang Haoyun circulated the pure yang energy in his body, suppressing the restlessness of his soul with all his strength. Gradually, his mind slowly calmed down, but his eyes still could not see through these black substances and could not find out where the assassin was hiding.

This shrill voice continued to whistle, disturbing the soul of the cultivator below.

Zhang Hao's soul entered a mysterious realm, carefully exploring the ten feet around his body.

Suddenly, he felt a cold light suddenly appearing behind him, and a shocking sword light suddenly appeared from his back and attacked directly at his sea of ​​consciousness.

When the sword light was three feet away from him, the stern ghost energy made the soul in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly become golden, and a golden Buddha light blessed Zhang Hao's body.

The blessing of this Buddha light immediately changed his entire aura like a Buddha Bodhisattva.

Zhang Hao stretched out his hands, his fingers fastened like lightning to catch the sword light.

The golden light on the fingers quickly eroded the dark sword light, and the sword light instantly turned into two colors: one black and one gold.

These two colors quietly confronted each other.

Both of them tried their best to activate the power in their bodies to refine the power of each other.

I saw that the black color was violently impacted by the golden color and retreated step by step. Soon, the dark sword light turned into red gold and was refined by Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao controlled this golden sword light and stabbed a black shadow in the void. The golden light cut through the sky, as fast as lightning.

But the shadow transformed by the assassin was faster by the sword light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

However, this time, the assassin did not hide for a long time, but was very quick and killed Zhang Hao again.

A black gas in his hand turned into a long sword, and hundreds of swords were stabbed out quickly. For a moment, the sword energy soared into the sky.

A series of forest ghost shadows and demon clouds that looked like substance emanated from the black sword, causing Zhang Hao to fall into chaos.

His body emitted a lot of Buddha lights, and the Buddha lights were stacked up on all the magical powers he displayed, quietly suppressing this evil magical power.

A hundred ghosts are pilgrimage! Ten thousand demons are against the will of heaven!

Only a shocking roar was heard echoing from the void.

Within a radius of ten miles, there were ghost shadows filled with them. All of these ghost shadows were transformed by the assassin's body and soul. They were virtual and real, making it impossible to distinguish between true and false.

One by one, the demons holding giant axes of knives and forks led the ghost soldiers to shout at Zhang Hao, and rushed over with a roar.

The cultivator below looked up at the void above his head, and saw the picture in the void, like a ghost city in the Nine Netherworld Hell, with yin energy and demonic energy.

Several thoughts flashed through Zhang Hao's mind.

This assassin is obviously a cultivator of the righteous path, so why can he use magical powers similar to cultivators of the Ghost City? Could this person be an undercover agent lurking in the Zhantian Gate? But he soon put away this idea.

The methods used by the other party made him feel a danger, which came from the depths of his soul and forced him to treat them completely.

Great assassination technique.

Thorn the sky, the earth, and the soul.

At this time, the assassin fell into a madness and used all his methods to rush to the bottom of his box.

A white pure yang aura appeared in Zhang Hao's eyes. He looked at the sword that was assassinating from the void above his head. This sword magnified rapidly in his eyes.

It made him feel that there was only this sword left between the world. This sword was sharp, domineering, and insidious, making him unable to avoid it.

The blood power of the witch god in his body was activated to the limit by him. The 108 acupoints in his body emitted a series of dark golden lusters. These dark golden lusters flashed rapidly in his acupoints, and the light and fluctuated, turning into vortexes and rotating rapidly.

An ancient and vast aura, like a demonic god from a rude era, emanated from Zhang Hao's body.

The cultivator below looked at Zhang Hao, whose body had turned ten feet high and ten feet high, and he felt an urge to kneel down and worship in his heart.

But the sword intent activated at this moment was not afraid of the momentum emitted by Zhang Hao, and he was still assassinated.

Between the heaven and earth, only this sword light was left and the tall figure in the void.

The practice below all looked dull and dazzled.

The voice of the assassin resounded deep in Zhang Hao's spiritual consciousness: "Even if you are reincarnated by the witch god, you will be killed by my sword. My sword will destroy all obstacles on my path to cultivation!"

Zhang Hao raised his right hand in front of his chest, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stabbed the sword three feet above his head.

As his lips opened and closed, he slowly uttered a few golden words from Buddhism: "The heart is like a Bodhis son, and it is neither born nor destroyed! The heart is like a Qin lotus, and all things return to one!"

With his hands intertwined, a golden light suddenly appeared above his head. The golden light emanated from Zhang Hao's body, about three inches long and short. The light was restrained in his body, and it was not emitted.

But when the sword light stabs above the golden light.

Only hear

A loud noise of jingle sounded.

A golden dragon suddenly flew out from Zhang Hao's spiritual consciousness, and flew towards the sword light with its teeth and claws.

The roar of the clear dragon resounded within ten miles.

This sword light and the golden dragon fought together. After half a breath, the sword light and the dragon all dispersed.

Zhang Hao looked at the sword light and Tianlong that dispersed above his head, and his vigilance was even more serious. He knew that the other party would dare to use his magical powers in this way, and he would definitely have a stronger killing.
Chapter completed!