Murong Xue looked at the crazy waves on the sea and felt helpless. She glanced at Heisha and said, "Tell her that I won't lie to her. She is angry now. Please help me coax her!"

After saying that, he walked firmly towards the sea.

Heisha looked at Murong Xue's back and said, "The master asked his subordinates to tell the princess that if the princess is willing to enter the Endless Palace, it's okay to bring him back!"

Murong Xue felt warm in her heart. The domineering figure that looked down on the world seemed to appear in his eyes. He pondered for a moment and said, "If he is willing to go to the Endless Palace, I will go!"

After saying that, the figure turned into a water pattern and disappeared on the sea surface.

Heisha looked at the water pattern and went hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye. He was secretly shocked. It seemed that the eldest princess had broken through the realm and entered the late stage of distraction.

The Soul Merging Heaven in the Endless Sea is a very special place. The demon clans who practice here can avoid the punishment of the heavenly tribulation. However, as the reincarnated demon clan, even if they do not have the laws of the great way, they will improve their cultivation, because they will awaken the memories in their souls when they break through the realm. This soul inheritance is the unique talent of the reincarnation of the demon clan.

Therefore, when reincarnation, you can still break through the realm without experiencing the thunder punishment of heavenly tribulation. If ordinary practitioners do not experience the thunder punishment of heavenly tribulation, they will not be able to obtain the great Taoist magic powers and cannot understand the magic powers they have in the realm they want to break through. No matter how pure the magic power is, they will not be able to display powerful magic powers.

This time Murong Xue's memory was revived, and her magical powers became more pure. Her body fell into the water and turned into a ball of water and merged into the sea water, moving forward quietly and rapidly.

This speed is many times faster than ten years ago.

In just half a month, Murong Xue entered the ruins of gods and demons from the entrance of a demon clan.

However, Zhang Hao was being surrounded by Tuba at that time, feeling the flight range becoming narrower and narrower. His heart sank, and the sword light in his body wrapped around his body, turned into a sharp sword blade, and stabbed him suddenly at one place.

The sword blade stabbed in the void, and there was a sharp sound from where the void was blocked, and then a hole was cracked, and Zhang Hao was about to escape from the hole.

Tuba sneered, and a blue demon cloud was wrapped in his right hand. Under the cover of the numerous demon clouds, a scarlet hook was quietly hidden in it.

Zhang Hao was fully urging the magic power in his body to bless the Lilong Sword. At this time, he just wanted to break through this blocked space and get out of trouble.

The demon clouds behind him did not have much influence on Zhang Hao. He had pure yang energy in his body, so he was naturally confident of suppressing these demonic energy.

A series of green demon clouds shot out from the blocked void ahead. These demon clouds were suddenly stimulated by the Lilong sword light and turned into a fishy smell.

Zhang Hao's figure suddenly flew out of the blocked space.

But at this moment, a ball of demonic energy followed, wrapping Zhang Hao, and a scarlet blood-colored hook directly hooked into Zhang Hao's **.

Even a powerful man like Zhang Hao could not stop the hook from piercing.

The long blood-colored hook pierced into Zhang Hao's** and quickly absorbed Zhang Hao's blood and strength.

Feeling the blood power in his body passing rapidly. In just one tenth of the blink of an eye, the powerful qi and blood in his body lost one percent. If this continues, it only takes a few breaths to Zhang Hao and he will be sucked into a human and fucked, turning into a mummy without blood and soul.

The Wuwu bloodline in his body was running rapidly, and a golden light flowed around his body. The scarlet hook was forced to contract and squeezed out by Zhang Hao's muscles.

But behind Zhang Hao, a ruler-long hole appeared. Although the hook was squeezed out, the blood was flowing continuously.

The soul felt dizzy.

Zhang Hao thought it was not good, knowing that there must be an extremely strong poison on the other party's hook, otherwise with his strength, he would definitely not feel dizzy easily.

The body turned into a white light and flew into the depths of the void.

The cultivators below began to get ready to move when they saw Zhang Hao escape from the trap.

But Xu Chengfeng's eight huge chariots stood in front like eight copper walls, making those cultivators who were ready to move privately estimate the power of both sides so that they would not rush forward and surround Zhang Hao.

Tuba narrowed his eyes slightly. There was a dark grid hidden in the blood groove in his ghost sickle, and there was a poison that had a strong restraint against the spiritual practitioners in the dark grid. This poison was called Soul-Wind Powder. If the antidote is not obtained within seven days, the soul will collapse and die, and even the use of the military secret method will not prevent the attack of this poison.

The evil thing about this poison is that the cultivator's soul leaves his body. After being reincarnated by the world, the poison will be poisoned to death even if the cultivator gives birth to his mother.

Zhang Hao didn't know the degree of danger at this moment, and he flew forward quietly in the void, but every time he used magic tricks, he felt his soul dissipating quietly, which made him more and more anxious.

At this moment, a voice sounded in the void: "Emperor Hongchen, why don't you give up your weapons and surrender quickly and follow me to the Yinsha Realm. If you resist stubbornly, your soul will disappear quickly. Even the gods will not be able to save you!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Hao's mind. He looked up at the higher place above his head. A white mark appeared in his eyes. The pure yang energy broke through the spiritual energy in the void and visited the deeper part above his head.

Feeling that Tuba behind him was about to track him up, his heart straddled, his body turned into a golden dragon, and he stuck it into the Lilong sword. The spiritual consciousness in his body turned into a series of consciousnesses, and his speed increased to his limit and shot towards the depths of the void.

Tuba looked above his head, and Zhang Hao's body was divided into more than one hundred consciousnesses, integrated into the sword intent triggered in his body, and increased his speed to an extremely evil level.

Wherever Zhang Hao flew, the sky seemed to be burning by a strange flame.

Xu Chengfeng below flashed a trace of vigilance in his eyes. He felt a powerful cultivator from the southwest was coming quickly here.

A cold voice echoed in the air: "Zhang Hao, where are you?"

After this sound appeared, wavering water patterns appeared in the sky, and these water patterns turned into tiny figures, appearing a hundred feet above the cultivators.

This tiny figure looks like an unparalleled woman with a cold look, like a cold stone.

Xu Chengfeng looked at the figure and waved his hand quietly to let the eight-headed demon elephant chariot behind him evacuated quietly. His figure flashed and turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the void.

Zhang Hao was a hundred feet above Murong Xue at this moment, and suddenly heard Murong Xue's voice coming from below, and his heart slightly rippled.

But Tuba is a middle-level practitioner of the divine distraction stage. His magic power is pure and wonderful. I wonder if my senior sister can resist it. He is thinking.

Suddenly, an extremely dangerous feeling flashed through my heart, and I quickly used my magical power to increase my speed here, and the magic power in my body quickly burned.

In the void ahead, a square sky painting halberd came to kill Zhang Hao from the air.

The Fang Tian Painted Ridge is filled with a spirit of war. This spirit of war is a power gathered by the millions of souls on the ancient battlefield.

This Fang Tian Painted Spear quickly grew in Zhang Hao's sight, making him unable to dodge.

A light green spiritual tide suddenly appeared on the edge of the Lilong sword. The sound of the tide came to mind. The consciousness on the Lilong sword quickly merged into Zhang Hao's body, and his body was also displayed quickly.

The tides surge and undulate, turning into water into ice.

The Lilong Sword in his hand lies across his body, and his whole body exudes a momentum that looks down on the world.

A sword spreads across the river, and every man cuts off the water.

Zhenwu Sword Art: Hengjiang Lock.

Fang Tian's painting halberd suddenly pierced into the ice condensed by the tides in front of Zhang Hao. The ice condensed by Zhang Hao was stabbed by Fang Tian's painting halberd and exploded inch by inch and turned into balls of white powder.

Fang Tian's painting halberd still attacked Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao's body's witch martial power was induced to breath, and the 108 acupoints on his body rotated rapidly. These cyclones emitted a stream of power, blessing him on his body.

"clang!"

The cultivator below heard a shocking sound, which came from the void, like a thunder on the ground, shaking the eardrums of everyone swelling.

The spiritual tide in the air is like waves surging.

Zhang Hao's body was like a curved bow, and the Lilong sword in his hand was even broken and turned into pieces of cold iron fragments that were blazing.

Looking at the Lilong sword in his hand shattered, Zhang Hao felt a sense of despair.

This Lilong Sword is a medium-grade magic weapon, but it can be shattered so easily by the opponent. Then the Fangtian Huaji in the opponent's hand is either a high-grade magic weapon or a Taoist weapon.

He took the shattered cold iron fragments in the air and the hilt of the sword in his hand into Qiankun bag with his right hand.

An extremely cold and evil laughter suddenly echoed in Zhang Hao's ears.

The scarlet sickle poked out from the void and hooked back quickly.

Zhang Hao's ** and soul were all quietly cast by Tuba, and they were hooked into the void.

This time, Zhang Hao** was severely injured by a war aura. Before he recovered, he was hooked into the air by the ghost sickle again, and the blood and soul in his body dissipated rapidly.

Zhang Hao's mind sank, quietly circulating the Buddhist supernatural powers in his body, integrating the gradually lost supernatural powers in the sea of ​​consciousness into a ball of golden Buddha light deep in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Witch God seal above him was quietly relaxing.

A force like a peerless demon god was spreading from his acupoints toward his body. However, at this moment, Zhang Hao was trying his best to use the Buddhist powers in his body, restraining his soul, and preventing his soul from being absorbed by a force on the ghost sickle.

Although he found that my witch god's bloodline was gradually loosening in his body, he could not distract himself.

Xu Chengfeng watched Zhang Hao be caught away by the ghost sickle.

He snorted coldly and hit the void in his hand.

The Fang Tian Huaji was wrapped in a fierce war atmosphere and slammed the sky where Tuba disappeared into pieces.
Chapter completed!