"Junior brother, you are too adventurous." Taoist Mu waved his Qibao branch towards Ji Hao, signaling Ji Hao not to do anything again. He turned around and sighed, and shook his head at Taoist Hua with a bitter look on his face.
The colorful light in Hua Taoist's eyes flickered for a while, and Da Zizi's erratic laughter came out: "Rush in? Mu Taoist, do you think that Hua Taoist wanted me to..."
Before Da Zi Zi finished speaking, auspicious auras rose around him, and lotuses bloomed out of thin air. The colorful light in Mu Taoist's eyes quietly receded, and his eyes became clear, smart, deep and unpredictable.
"Senior brother, this is not a rash move. Using these demons to evolve all forms of the world, constructing three thousand worlds, tempering the soul in the boundless demonic phase, and understanding the avenue of 'evolution', this is just a means of cultivating Taoism." Hua Taoist He smiled slightly, glanced at the arm suspended in front of him, cut off by Ji Hao's sword, with a hint of surprise, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.
"My dear friend Ji Hao, I am really surprised. I never expected that your swordsmanship has reached such a high level."
A bit of clear light flew out from the fingertips and circled around the broken arm. The broken arm connected itself, and a wisp of fragrance spread from the wound. The Hua Taoist's broken arm was restored to its original state, and no trace of it could be seen anymore.
Ji Hao held the Pangu sword and nodded calmly to Taoist Hua: "Everything is due to Master's kindness. Compared with Master, my swordsmanship is shallow and insignificant."
The Hua Taoist laughed, and gave Ji Hao a deep look. Then his eyes focused on the dull Pangu sword in his hand. Ji Hao immediately felt a powerful and unusually undisguised wave of spiritual consciousness pouring out of the Hua Taoist's eyes, and he carefully explored the Pangu Sword.
The Pangu sword was motionless. Hua Taoist's consciousness circled the Pangu sword for a long time, but he could not see through the details of the sword.
"Compared with Taoist friend Yu Yu, your swordsmanship is really shallow. Your swordsmanship is terrible, but you can break the poor Taoist's arm with one sword. It can only be because your sword is too, too, too good. "Hua Taoist stared at Pangu Sword intently, and sighed faintly: "Even if it was not Pindao himself who controlled Pindao's actions just now, but the great freedom of possession and chaos, he could only use about 30% of Pindao's cultivation ability. for… "
Two points of light lit up in his eyes. Hua Taoist stared at Pangu Sword word by word and said: "Even if I am only 30% of my cultivation level, you can break my arm with one sword. This sword..."
Ji Hao smiled brightly and shook his head at Hua Taoist: "This sword has no fate with you, so don't use your catchphrase. Isn't it embarrassing?"
The flower priest's face suddenly turned ugly.
It’s embarrassing, why not? Given his identity, his arm was cut off by a junior. Ever since Taoist Hua attained enlightenment in Hongmeng, before Pangu created the world, had he ever suffered such a big loss
Even though he and Taoist Yu Yu fought many times overtly and covertly, Taoist Yu Yu only left a few sword marks on his body, and no limbs were broken. The dignified Hua Taoist, the dignified leader of a sect, and one of the most supreme people in the Pangu world, had his arm cut off by a disciple of Taoist Yuyu.
If this matter spreads, Hua Daoist will not have to see anyone.
Looking around, Hua Taoist's eyes drifted away, and a murderous intention slowly rippled from his eyes.
Mu Taoren moved his feet and suddenly flashed behind Ji Hao. He and Hua Taoren were in tandem, sandwiching Ji Hao in the middle.
The Hua Taoist suddenly laughed loudly: "Senior brother, I am just arranging the formation on the side. Such a junior is not worthy of my senior brother's personal action!"
Amidst the laughter, Taoist Hua himself did not take action, but slapped his palm on the top of his head. Hearing the sound of a jade chime, a clear white light like mutton-fat jade rushed out from above Taoist Hua's head. A statue of six feet tall and six feet tall Three heads and eight arms, the whole body is as white as jade, and is covered with a jeweled robe made of countless luminous pearls. Each of the eight arms holds an incarnation of a strange weapon and rushes out of the clear light.
The avatar released by Hua Taoist glanced at Ji Hao coldly, and swooped down from the high altitude without saying a word. Its eight arms waved weapons and fell on Ji Hao like a heavy rain.
The weapons in the hands of this white jade-like incarnation had different colors, and Ji Hao felt the strong emotions and six desires from them. The eight weapons were actually made of extremely pure raw materials of the seven emotions and six desires, and were condensed with infinite power of thought. If an ordinary person is hit by this weapon, he will definitely be aroused by all kinds of thoughts in his body, and infinite inner demons will be born out of thin air. The bad result is that the Yin Fire will be distracted and the soul will be scattered.
The Pangu Bell roared, and the energy of chaos rolled down. The weapons in the white jade's transformed hands hit the Pangu Bell like raindrops. The roar was heard continuously, and no weapon could touch Ji Hao's body.
The Hua Taoist's face changed slightly, and he chuckled softly: "I have some skills as a kid. This bell..."
Ji Hao interrupted Hua Taoist's words. He shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "This bell has no connection with you."
The Hua Taoist laughed. He brought up a gentle breeze with his left hand and slowly patted it towards Ji Hao: "There is no destiny method. This is not something you and other children can understand. The way of heaven is unpredictable and the secret of heaven is unpredictable. This destiny method is unpredictable. What..."
Before the Hua Taoist finished his sentence, his left hand was already pressed on the Pangu clock.
A bell rang, and the void around Ji Hao exploded. Panheng's body, which was cut off by Ji Hao, was blown to pieces and turned into countless broken fragments. The Pangu Bell was shaking violently, and a huge force shook the void, trying to break through the Pangu Bell's defense with a thunderous force.
However, Pangu Zhong blocked Hua Taoist's attack. Ji Hao endured the violent vibration from Pangu Bell, and the Pangu sword brought out a dark sword light and silently stabbed Hua Taoist's palm.
The Hua Taoist groaned, and his palm was pierced by the Pangu Sword. Naturally, he could not finish his words, but dragged his injured palm backwards.
Taoist Hua's expression changed completely. His body was trembling slightly as he looked at Ji Hao. The anger in his heart could make a hole in the sky - he was injured again by Ji Hao's sword, and was injured again by Taoist Yu Yu's disciples. !
The Hua Taoist's expression also changed, and the Hua Taoist didn't hold back from the blow just now.
He could clearly see that Taoist Hua used all his strength in that palm, and he wanted to kill Ji Hao with one blow without any hesitation.
But with the help of Pangu Bell, whose origin even Mu Taoist could not figure out, Ji Hao withstood Hua Taoist's attack. Although Ji Hao seemed to be struggling, he withstood Hua Taoist's full blow.
And the sword in his hand easily penetrated Hua Taoist's palm.
Mu Taoist's face became extremely sad, and gall almost dripped from his face. He looked deeply at Ji Hao and sighed quietly: "Yu Yudao is so kind and lucky. His eldest disciple, Taoist Bao, once received a palm from Ping Dao, but he was only injured but did not die. Unexpectedly, you have appeared under his disciples again. Although such evildoers rely on the power of the most precious treasure..."
Ji Hao slowly raised the Pangu Sword, his heart as cold as water: "You two, do you want to continue?"
(End of chapter)