The Magus Era Chapter 1290: Ghost Lord
When saying the words "less nonsense," a silver flame ignited on Ji Hao's fists.
When saying "offer the price", Ji Hao has left the shell of the ghost eater, and the body bypasses the stunned Tushan inkstone, and smashes the screen made of slabs behind him. The mad bull smashed a thick wall behind the screen and broke into a hall next door.
His fist is like a meteor, with a silver light tail that is long, with a terrible momentum that crushes everything, Destruction, whistling and tearing the void, sitting on a black lotus in the hall, thousands of miles away. The thin Daoist smashed it in the past.
Yes, the hall next to the living room of the Tushan Chamber of Commerce was originally folded in the void by a dozen square feet, and a mustard world was arranged in the hall. The hall where Ji Hao is located is about 10,000 miles long and wide. From the black lotus under Daoist, there is a continuous faint black light, making this mustard world extremely strong.
The black gloom is slightly rippling. Ji Hao is enough to crash the void and punch through the mustard world. The petals of the black lotus shivered a few times lightly, eliminating the heavy punch of Ji Hao.
The mustard world is rippling with ripples visible to the naked eye, and the ripples that are constantly spreading out immediately follow Ji Hao's double fists and smash down at the thin Daoist wearing a black gown.
Just when Ji Hao released the overcast cold seal and smeared rubble, he suddenly felt the terrible threat from Daoist in black. It was as if walking alone on the streets of the night, and suddenly there was an invisible person holding a sharp knife, the tip of the blade was almost touching the skin of the back neck, and Ji Hao was full of countless goose bumps.
Extremely terrible existence, not even weaker than the threat Ji Hao brought by Priest Hua.
Ji Hao and Tushan Moshi East Laxi talked nonsense for so long, his Divine Sense quietly spread the Quartet, he has never found the difference in the next hall, let alone find such a terrible hidden in the next hall Characters.
If it wasn't for Ji Hao's cold chill and smeared smudges, this mood of the Daoist in black was a wave, which caused his breath to fluctuate a bit, and even a deterrent breath towards Ji Hao, Ji Hao is basically He will not be aware of his existence.
Ji Hao is curious, even more frightened, because of curiosity, and also has enough confidence in his own strength, Ji Hao rushed across Tu Shanshi, smashed screens and walls, broke into this mustard world, used 30% of his fists punched in black Daoist.
"The power of the overcast ... are you really a prawn?" The Daoist in black looked at the dazzling silver flames on the hands of Ji Hao in amazement, the edges of the gorgeous silver flares with a mysterious blue color, Let the Ji Hao fist become more and more magnificent and contain an indescribable sacred mysterious atmosphere.
What makes Daoist in black feel a bit of palpitation is that Ji Hao's double fists seem to bang straight on his head, but they give him a kind of erratic double fist, as if changing the trajectory at any time.
It feels as if all the holes and weaknesses in him are exposed in front of Ji Hao's fist, and the place where Ji Hao's double fist hits must be his most lethal weakness.
How many years haven't passed this feeling?
The black Daoist even felt that he couldn't let the fist of Ji Hao touch his body, otherwise, there would be certain consequences that made him uncomfortable and even embarrassed. Perhaps his body will be damaged by the heavy punches of Ji Hao, right?
"Is this really a shrimp?" This fist is the fist of Heavenly Dao!
A sigh of exclamation, two slender sword-shaped eyebrows in black Daoist were raised. He looked at the Ji Hao's rushing figure, looked at his radiant fists, and suddenly waved his right hand, his index finger and The **** became a sword finger, and a lengthy sensen sword spurted out, stabbing into the fist of Ji Hao.
'Dang 可怕' came a series of terrible loud sounds, Ji Hao groaned, his fist was aching, a large blood flower splashed, the silver flame on his fist was shattered and broken by the black sword. A little bit of silver streamer kept flying back to Ji Hao.
The body in black Daoist tilted back slightly, and the violent sword he smashed was smashed by a Ji Hao four-in-one punch, and the middle and index fingers of the sword pointed straight at Ji Hao, suddenly A few clicks, the forefinger and **** nails of Daoist in black are smashed, and two purple blood drops slowly from his fingertips.
"This ... Are you really a shrimp-eating essence? Who is fellow Daoist ? Why is it difficult to be transformed into shrimp-eating essence and poor?" Black Daoist stared blankly at the two drops of purple-gold blood, looking solemn. Standing up, eighteen **** sword discs spun out from left to right, slowly swirling around his body.
Ji Hao looks down at his fist.
Daoist in black was just the sword qi commanded by him, and he ripped through his fists thirty-six sword marks of deep bones. Blood was constantly spraying from the sword marks, and severe pain was continuously uploaded from the fists, and a feminine lingering sword air was entangled in the sword marks, as if the sacral bone was difficult to dispel.
Replace with ordinary Divine Magi. This sword singularity alone is enough to make his hands useless.
But Ji Hao is already the body of Pangu. He took a deep breath, and the blood flowing out of the body flew back. The thin black sword gas in the sword marks on his fists was punched by the horrible Blood Essence. Turned into a trace of black gas constantly ejected from the body.
The thin cheeks of Daoist in black were slightly drawn, and his gaze toward Ji Hao became more solemn.
He knows that his 'nether sword energy' is a collection of the corpse qi accumulated in the endless years of the Nine Secluded Lands, and is tempered by the power of Yin to softness. When it comes to the lethality of Jianqi, only one person in the world can surpass him.
Pangu World is the second most destructive ghost sword, and was actually expelled by Ji Hao so easily. The black Daoist is going to be crazy. Who dare to say that the old shrimp prawn essence in front of him is a shrimp prawn essence. He must have pulled out his three souls and seven souls with his own hands, and burned into the Nether Fire Prison for 100 million years.
Ji Hao looked at the fist that healed quickly, and looked at Daoist in black just as seriously.
His body is hard to be injured by swords nowadays. The ordinary soldiers of the heaven and earth can't damage his oil skin, but he was injured by a sword with black Daoist.
Although no harder bones were damaged, only the flesh was damaged. This black Daoist is also extremely terrible.
Looking at the black lotus under the black Daoist seat, the corners of Ji Hao's eye beat again. This lotus has many overlapping petals, and looking at the quality alone, it doesn't seem to be under Priest Hua's body Hongmen Colorful Goddess !!
"Who is fellow Daoist ?" Ji Hao straightened his waist, and gave the first gift to the black Daoist.
"fellow Daoist can be called Poor Tao ... Nether Lord!" Black Daoist squinted, looked up and down Ji Hao, and said calmly: "Perhaps, fellow Daoist is not familiar with the poor Tao Dao, but you should have heard of the poor Tao Dao. Name. "
"Poor deity, Netherworld Priest is also!" (To be continued.)