Shang looked at the faint smile that appeared on the corner of Zhang Hao's mouth, and a strange luster appeared on his narrow eyes.

He said lightly: "It's just that you have increased the power of tens of thousands of kilograms. You are so happy. Think about it, in ancient times, there was a witch named Kuafu who wanted to chase the golden crow in the sky. He chased for nine thousand years. If there were mountains in front of him, he would move the mountain away. If there were rivers and seas in front of him, he could fill it up. Your power was nothing at all!"

After hearing Shang Zhi's words, Zhang Hao felt a little yearning for the power of the witch. If he had such awesome Kuafu, Wuchen, the old misogynistic hair, wouldn't have been beaten to death by himself, but Zhang Hao also understood.

There is no shortcut in the path of cultivation. Only by practicing hard can one day one really achieve the realm of those powerful people in the legend.

The legend of Kuafu chasing the sun was once seen in mythological novels in that world, but I didn’t expect it to be a real existence.

After hearing Shang's words, Zhang Hao no longer dared to be complacent and began to realize the blood power of the witch clan inheritance in his body.

Time passed quietly, and before he knew it, Zhang Hao had been practicing in the formation for sixteen years. Sixteen years was just a flash of time for the cultivator. But this time, Zhang Hao was not in a sense, but was simply stimulating the blood power in his body. This kind of cultivation was very boring. Fortunately, Zhang Hao could always feel his power being constantly improving. If it weren't for his power being constantly improving, Zhang Hao would not know whether he could persist in the repetitive and single practice for sixteen years.

He quietly converged all the magic power in his body into the sea of ​​consciousness, and his entire aura instantly became extremely peaceful.

The dark golden luster that appeared on Zhang Hao's flesh and blood disappeared at this moment. The skin on his body was as white as the young masters of those wealthy families, but there was a dragon power between his eyebrows quietly locked between his eyebrows. When he looked up, a pressure would be emitted. There was no pressure between cultivators of the same level of power, and there was no pressure to compete with him.

Shang looked at the pressure between Zhang Hao's eyebrows and frowned unconsciously. In this world of the Gods, there must be the world of the Gods Dynasty. This lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the Gods Dynasty has not yet been destroyed. If Zhang Hao's appearance now appears in front of the world, he will definitely be called the destiny by those who are interested.

This has both advantages and disadvantages for Zhang Hao, but Shang still thinks that Zhang Hao would hide his breath first. If he really tear his face apart from the King of Gods, that would be another statement.

Then he quietly sent a message: "Boy! You are half of Bai Ze's apprentice, why don't you have any breath of a book? The dragon power between your eyebrows, please find a way to cover it with the noble aura!"

After hearing Shang Zhi's words, although Shang had not said it clearly, Shang quickly understood.

He smiled and nodded, circulated the magic power in his body, and saw a strong righteous energy emitted from Zhang Hao's body. After this strong righteous energy emerged, Zhang Hao's entire temperament changed instantly, and the pressure just now was immediately replaced by a bookish aura.

A cold wave appeared in Zhang Hao's hand, and the cold wave quickly condensed into a piece of black ice. Zhang Hao looked at himself in the mirror and smiled slightly.

Before he practiced, Zhang Hao's temperament was more like a young man, but after practicing, Zhang Hao found that he was getting smaller and smaller. However, Zhang Hao had seen Bingpo Lilong and found that a cultivator who had practiced for ten thousand years looked like a 28-year-old girl, so he didn't feel strange when he looked in the mirror.

"The younger the cultivator seems, the longer his life span."

Seeing Zhang Hao holding a mirror condensed by ice, Shang couldn't help but say.

When Zhang Hao heard Shang's words, he looked a little embarrassed. The mirror condensed by the ice in his hand immediately turned into a mist and disappeared.

His body flashed and he flew out of the formation.

As soon as Zhang Hao landed above the formation, he suddenly felt an extremely strange aura. This aura was like a human, or a beast, exuding a kind of persistence and madness in it, which made Zhang Hao feel a little curious.

The divine thoughts explored the place where this breath was transmitted and found a monster with fluffy hair on his body, jumping, and his whole body was as fast as lightning.

I looked at this person as if I were a little familiar with it, and the moves this person used were just ninety-eight beast-shaped styles.

"Beast cynicism! How did this guy practice this beast-shaped ninety-eight styles to become like this?"

Zhang Hao was a little amazed and was about to ask, but suddenly he found that the beast cynic was practicing a move. After the silver dragon soared into the air, he fell from the air.

He bowed to the place where Zhang Hao was and said, "The beast cynic has seen the leader!"

Zhang Hao heard the beast slut speak clearly. His aura was so powerful that he was many times stronger than before, but this image was really not satisfactory.

He waved his hand casually and said, "Your beard and chest hair are not shaved!"

Since the beast cynical obtained the ninety-eight beast-shaped form, it has been practicing here every day. Although the spiritual energy in this formation will not be leaked, because there is a small spiritual gathering formation above this formation, only this place has the most abundant spiritual energy in this small world. In order to make his realm break through as soon as possible, the beast cynical practiced outside the formation that Zhang Hao practiced.

Another reason why the beast cynical chose to practice here is that it is closer to people like Mo Xiaoqi and Hei Hammer. Since obtaining the ninety-eight beast-shaped styles, the passionate blood in the beast cynical heart has also been ignited. He wants to complete the eighteenth beast-shaped styles as soon as possible. If he has the chance in the future, he will lead his spirit beast and the brothers of the Hongchen Sword Sect to fight side by side.

This is a secret in the heart of the beast phoenix. He hid this secret in his heart. He longed to have amazing performance one day, so in the past sixteen years, the beast phoenix has practiced very crazy.

Even Mo Xiaoqi, who woke up from his understanding, and Hei Hammer were moved by the crazy beast nymphomaniac. They occasionally gave guidance to the beast nymphomaniac, and they would ask A Chou and Yi Yan to compete with him.

In the past ten years, the beast nymphomaniac had never beaten A Chou and Yi Yan. They were no longer Jindan cultivators. The realm of the beast nymphomaniac and the two were one level different. If they wanted to win the two, it would naturally be a bit difficult. However, the beast nymphomaniac was not discouraged and still worked diligently to practice the ninety-eight beast-shaped styles.

In the twelfth year, the beast-shaped ninety-eight styles of the beast-shaped ninety-eight styles made a qualitative flyby, and each move and one move is incomparable to the original ninety-eight styles of the beast-shaped ninety-eight styles.

Although A Chou and Yi Yan are one level higher than the beast tycoon in their realm, over the years, the beast tycoon often competes with A Chou and Yi Yan, and gradually gets familiar with the attacks and defenses of the two, knowing how to use their moves to the extreme.

In the days that followed, A Chou and Yi Yan felt a little difficult to fight with the beast slut.

This change surprised both Mo Xiaoqi and Heihammer.

However, the beast cynical mind was not aimed at this. The beast cynical goal was simple, not simple, but it was not difficult. His idea was that he was a cultivator at the level of the Hongchen Sword Sect, and his cultivation and realm should match his identity.

When A Chou and Yi Yan saw him, they would call themselves elders. If they could not even beat these two people, wouldn’t they drag everyone back?

It is because of this idea that beast sluts practice crazy.

Now Yi Yan and A Chou are no longer opponents of beast scammers, but the beast scammers are currently unable to defeat Mo Xiaoqi and Black Hammer.

However, when the beast cynical fights with the two, he does not summon the spirit beast to assist in the battle. If he summons his spirit beast to assist in the battle, then whoever wins or loses is not sure. However, this is the secret of the beast cynical and he will not easily show it until the critical moment.

At this moment, the beast cynic felt the strange look of the leader looking over, and smiled awkwardly. His appearance really looked extremely strange. He had never taken care of his own for sixteen years. The talismans given to him could last for some time. His share of spirit stones in the past sixteen years has never been short of the share of talismans, and the rice of Linggu was always being supplied.

But because the beast cynical practiced the ninety-eight beast-shaped style, he had a very good appetite, and the beast cynical discovered that only by eating the flesh of the spirit beast, his own strength would grow very quickly, so he used all his spirit stones to exchange for the spirit and flesh in the five-color pot. The talismans he issued were naturally sold to disciples in the sect, and then used these spirit stones to exchange for the spirit and flesh, so as to provide himself with extremely powerful qi and blood so that he could have endless energy to practice.

Seeing the beast tycoon's awkward look, Zhang Hao was not a fool, and after a moment of thinking, he immediately understood.

He smiled slightly and said, "You guy, your supply will be the same as that of a body refiner in the future. You will provide you with spiritual flesh and flesh every three days, plus ten concentrating pills!"

The beast cynical saw Zhang Hao clearly seeing his situation at a glance, and his face turned red. He touched his long hair that had fallen under his butt, and said, "Thank you, Master! I... I'll go back now and wash this hair!"

As he said that, he headed towards the beast pond not far away.

Zhang Hao shook his head and quietly transmitted a voice: "It seems that this beast-shaped ninety-eight style is very suitable for him!"

The Shangbao in Tongtian Tower was solemn and said slowly: "It should be more suitable than you!"
Chapter completed!