"Hao!" Qingying was frightened out of his wits by Ji Hao's sudden action.
Thousands of warriors from the rival tribes were standing at the foot of the cliff, facing each other across several miles of poisonous thorn bushes. In the dense forest on the other side of the river, there are more and more powerful enemies watching.
Ji Hao was alone and suddenly rushed into the enemy array. This would undoubtedly lead to death!
Cold sweat suddenly soaked all over his body, and a large green wind spurted out from behind the green shadow. A pair of roc wings could be vaguely seen in the green wind. The figure swayed slightly, and large green wind patterns spread around the body, and dozens of afterimages could be faintly seen looming around Qingying.
Qingying was about to rush out and catch Ji Hao back when the fat bear lying motionless on the ground suddenly raised a bear paw.
The unlucky Qingying didn't pay attention to his feet. He tripped on the fat bear's paw and slapped him to the ground. Qingying used his bloodline magical power to rush out. The momentum was shockingly strong, and he was knocked to the ground with a frightening impact.
The warriors of the Qingyi tribe were not known for their physical strength and strength. This time, Qingying was slapped face down on the ground. Qingying fell so hard that his limbs almost fell apart. He knocked out a large human-shaped pit in the ground. There was also a pool of blood that was really dazzling - this was the nosebleed caused by Qingying's collision.
"Damn it, fat bear! I'm going to roast your bear paws!" Qingying fell so hard that he lost the strength to speak. He twitched and finally raised his head, gritted his teeth and roared at the fat bear in a low voice: "Hao... dangerous!"
Fat Bear blinked his little eyes and looked at Qingying as if he were an idiot.
Qingying looked at the complicated look in Fat Bear's small eyes and suddenly shuddered: "Am I like a fool?"
The fat bear grinned and yawned. He leaned over and licked Qingying's face with his long, fat tongue. Qingying had a gloomy face and squinted his eyes at the old tree demon standing motionless among the poisonous thorns.
"Well, I almost forgot, where are the mountain spirits and water monsters this kid attracted along the way? Where are they?"
Blood shadows flickered in front of Ji Hao's eyes, and sharp screams kept echoing in his mind. This voice kept calling his name, and every time it called, there was an inexplicable force that directly attacked his soul, as if countless knives were trying to tear his soul into pieces.
In the soul space, the vast white air rolled and gradually condensed into a disc.
The virtual figure sat on the disc, overlooking Ji Hao's Zifu Yuandan, which was shining with purple light. He muttered angrily: "Little guy, what are you doing? Huh? Someone is using the soul-calling curse? Your soul?" With all your strength formed into Zifu Yuandan, you won’t be controlled so easily, right?”
Ji Hao released a trace of his spiritual thoughts and said, "Hey, hey," he smiled a few times at Xuying.
Xuying clasped his hands on his chest and shook his head gently: "The little guy is brave enough... huh? This close-fitting soft armor on your body?"
A large fire erupted from behind Ji Hao, and the flames condensed into wings. He brought up a large afterimage and quickly passed over the enemies who were rushing toward him to catch him. Countless warriors shouted loudly and opened their arms to hug him, but Ji Hao was like an oiled loach, and these slow-moving warriors could not touch him at all.
"A friend named A Bao gave it to me!" Ji Hao turned into a long line of fire and passed by the Fire Leopard Department's station, crossed the river, avoided the obstruction of the Menggui Department Chijiao and other soldiers, and rushed in briskly Leaked the dense forest: "I asked my father to try it. This set of soft armor is very strong."
"Strong..." Xuying muttered with a hint of resentment: "Soft armor is strong, but it is not as strong and reliable as itself. Like me, I have never worn any armor."
Chek Kok waved the heavy wooden stake and followed closely with rumbling steps. He followed behind Ji Hao and roared loudly. The wooden poles danced like a tornado. Countless grass and trees were torn apart by the strong wind brought by the wooden poles. Countless large and small wood fragments roared towards Ji Hao and hit the streamer one after another. The wings of fire were burned to ashes.
Ji Hao paid no attention to Chijiao behind him. His face tightened and his eyes were lifeless, as if he was unconscious, and he ran very fast into the depths of the dense forest.
While flying through the dense woods very quickly, Ji Hao curiously asked Xuying: "Speaking of this, you have never used any armor? This is really amazing... However, you can refine armor or other witchcraft weapons, A witch treasure? A Bao’s skill in refining weapons is very good, I’m a little envious of him.”
Before Xuying could speak, Ji Hao said: "I exchanged the Nine-Character Mantra Alchemy Sutra for the Heaven-Mending Art, and I won't take advantage of you. I have other cultivation methods here. Take a look and see if there is a suitable weapon refining method." Techniques, let's exchange them again... Even if you don't like these cultivation methods, I don't care if the weapon refining technique you give me is of a lower level, I won't be the same anyway?"
There was silence for a long time, until Ji Hao arrived at the clearing in the forest where the soul summoning altar was set up, Xuying said slowly: "The way of refining weapons... a small skill, it's not worth mentioning... I just punched it, what kind of armor?" It can be broken, so what’s the point of refining it?”
Ji Hao was stunned and stood still at the edge of the forest clearing. He asked with a hint of surprise: "You, can't you?"
The shadow continued to be silent. He held his hands in front of his chest. The disk under his body quickly disintegrated and turned into a trace of white mist that merged into the soul space. Then silently, the shadow disappeared without a trace. Just like usual, Ji Hao could not find out where he was hiding.
'Ji Hao~~~'!
On the altar, twisted faces screamed at the top of their lungs.
Ji Hao's body twitched violently in response, like a walking zombie. His whole body was covered with a faint light of fire, and he walked towards the altar step by step.
The skinny old man "Jie Jie" standing in front of the altar smiled and gently knocked on the altar with a black bone stick. He turned and looked at Jiang Yu: "Dear witch priest, I have completely controlled this kid's soul." , he is already my puppet... do you think of the benefits you promised to our Demon Division?"
With a "boom", an ancient tree hugged by more than a dozen people was smashed to pieces by Chijiao with a stick. The strong wind blew countless wood chips across the forest glade. Chijiao rushed in panting, pointing at Ji Hao and shouting loudly. Said: "Hei Zhen, don't try to monopolize the benefits! We will never let go of the benefits that Master Wuji promised to us!"
Stomping his feet vigorously, Chijiao looked at Jiang Yu and shouted sternly: "Woman, don't forget, even if you catch this boy, after his father comes, you still need our help to capture his father alive." Woolen cloth."
Jiang Wei glanced at the speechless Chijiao with disgust, held her head up arrogantly, walked slowly in front of Ji Hao, stretched out her hand to hold Ji Hao's chin, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay , you idiots... Of course I won't owe you anything for what I promised you."
Pinching Ji Hao's face with his fingers, Jiang Wei gritted his teeth and sneered: "Ji Hao, you damn bastard!"
Ji Hao's hazy eyes suddenly regained consciousness, and a ball of golden-red fire burst out from his eyes.
With a clang of the sword, Ji Hao pulled out the sharp sword he had snatched from the hands of the great shaman of the Black Water Black Snake Tribe, and pierced Jiang Wei's heart with a straight sword.
With a twist of his wrist, the sharp long sword violently stirred Jiang Wei's heart. Ji Hao scolded in disgust: "Jiang Wei, are you a bitch, are you done with this woman? If I don't kill you, you will keep pestering me." You won’t let me go home, won’t you?”
Jiang Wei looked at Ji Hao as if he had seen a ghost.
The old witch priest in front of the altar was so frightened that he screamed.
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