When he said four words of nonsense, silver flames ignited on Ji Hao's fists.
When he said that he would make a price, Ji Hao had already dropped the carapace of the Nether Soul Eater Giant Shrimp, and his body bypassed the stunned Tushan Ink Stone, shattering the screen made of stone slabs behind him, like a mad bull, smashing a thick wall behind the screen, and breaking into a hall next door.
The fists were like meteors, with a silver tail of light that was thousands of feet long, with a terrifying momentum that shattered everything and destroyed everything, roaring and tearing through the void, and slamming it towards the thin Daoist who was sitting on a black lotus flower in the middle of the hall, thousands of miles away.
Yes, the hall next to the living room of the Tushan Chamber of Commerce, in the hall that was originally more than ten zhang square, was folded into the void by the great power, and a mustard seed world was arranged in the hall.
The hall where Ji Hao was located was about 10,000 miles long and wide, and a trace of black light continued to erupt from the black lotus flower under the seat, making this mustard seed world extremely solid.
The black ghostly light rippled slightly, and Ji Hao's heavy fist that was enough to collapse the void slashed through the mustard seed world, and a few petals of the black lotus trembled lightly, and Ji Hao's heavy fist strength was eliminated.
There was a ripple visible to the naked eye in the mustard seed world, and the ripples that spread out followed closely behind Ji Hao's fists and smashed down on the head of the thin Taoist man in a black robe.
Just now, when Ji Hao released the cold air to freeze the mountain ink stone, he suddenly felt a terrible threat from the black-clothed Daoist person.
It was as if walking alone on the street in the dark night, and suddenly an invisible person was holding a sharp knife, the tip of which was about to touch the skin on the back of his neck, and countless goosebumps suddenly appeared all over Ji Hao's body.
An extremely terrifying existence, not even weaker than the threat brought to Ji Hao by the Ikebana people.
Ji Hao and Tu Shan Moshi talked nonsense for so long, his divine sense quietly spread in all directions, and he never noticed the strangeness of the hall next door, let alone such a terrible figure hidden in the hall next door.
If it weren't for Ji Hao's release of cold qi that froze Tu Shan Ink Stone, which made the mood of this black-clothed Taoist ripple, causing his aura to fluctuate a little, and even releasing a trace of deterrent aura towards Ji Hao, Ji Hao would not have noticed his existence at all.
Ji Hao was curious, and even more frightened, because he was curious, and at the same time, he had enough confidence in his own strength, Ji Hao rushed through Tushan Ink Stone, smashed the screen and wall, broke into this mustard seed world, and slammed his fist at the black-clothed Taoist with three percent of his fist.
"The power of Taiyin, you are really a shrimp cricket into a fine" The black-clothed Taoist looked at the bright silver flame in Ji Hao's hand in amazement, and the gorgeous silver flame edge carried a layer of mysterious blue color, making Ji Hao's fist more and more brilliant and magnificent, and there was an indescribable divine and mysterious aura hidden inside.
What made the black-clothed Taoist feel a trace of palpitations was that Ji Hao's fists seemed to hit his head straight, but it gave him a strange illusion that his fists were fluctuating, as if they were changing their trajectory at any time.
This feeling is as if all the loopholes and weaknesses in his body are exposed in front of Ji Hao's fists, and the place where Ji Hao's fists hit must be the most fatal weakness on his body.
This feeling has not been felt for many years The black-clothed Taoist even felt that he couldn't let Ji Hao's fist touch his body, otherwise, there would definitely be some consequences that would make him uncomfortable and embarrassed.
Perhaps, his body will be damaged by Ji Hao's heavy punch "This, it's really a shrimp cricket into a fine fist, it's the fist of the Heavenly Dao."
With a sharp exclamation, the black-clothed Taoist's two slender sword-like eyebrows were raised, he looked at Ji Hao's swift figure, looked at his radiant fists, and suddenly swung out his right hand, the index finger and the middle finger merged into a sword finger, and a ten-thousand-foot-long Sensen sword qi erupted and stabbed at Ji Hao's fist.
When a series of terrifying loud noises came, Ji Hao snorted, his fists were in sharp pain, a large amount of blood splashed, and the silver flames on his fists were shattered by the black sword qi, turning into a little silver firefly and constantly flying back into Ji Hao's body.
The black-clothed Daoist's body tilted back slightly, and the sword qi he swung out was shattered by Ji Hao's four-in-one punch, and the middle and index fingers of the sword fingers pointed straight at Ji Hao, and suddenly snapped a few times, and the black-clothed Daoist's jade-colored index finger and middle finger nails shattered, and two points of purple-gold blood slowly slipped from his fingertips.
"This you are really a shrimp cricket essence Taoist friend, who is it, why do you transform into a shrimp cricket essence and poor Dao is embarrassed" The black-clothed Taoist looked at the two drops of purple-gold blood dripping blankly, stood up with a solemn expression, and eighteen bloody sword lights swirled out of his body, slowly circling around his body.
Ji Hao looked down at his fist.
The black-clothed Daoist just casually commanded the sword qi, and he tore through his fist thirty-six sword marks that were deep to the bone.
Blood continued to spurt out from the sword marks, sharp pain continued to come from the fists, and there was a feminine and lingering sword qi entangled in the sword marks, like maggots on tarsal bones that were difficult to expel away.
Changing to an ordinary Witch Emperor, this sword aura alone was enough to make his hands useless.
But Ji Hao was already a small member of Pangu's body, he took a deep breath, and the blood that flowed out of his body flew back one after another, and the wisps of extremely fine black sword qi in the sword marks on his fists were rushed by the powerful and terrifying essence blood, turning into a trace of black qi and constantly spewing out of his body.
The thin cheeks of the black-clothed Taoist twitched slightly, and his gaze at Ji Hao became more and more solemn.
He knew in his heart that his netherworld sword qi was tempered by collecting the accumulated corpse qi accumulated in the endless years of the Nine Shadows Land and other yin and soft power, which was feminine and lingering, ruthless and difficult to handle, and when it came to the lethality of sword qi, there was only one person in the world who could surpass him.
The Netherworld Sword Qi, which ranked second in destructive power in the Pangu World, was actually expelled from his body by Ji Hao so easily, the black-clothed Daoist was going crazy, who dared to say that the old shrimp cricket essence in front of him was a shrimp cricket essence, he must have personally pulled out his three souls and seven spirits, and smashed it into the Netherworld Hell and burned it for 100 million years.
Ji Hao looked at the fist that was healing quickly, and looked at the black-clothed Taoist with the same seriousness.
His current body was invulnerable to sword swords, and ordinary Heaven and Earth Divine Soldiers could not damage his oily skin, but he was actually seriously injured by a sword qi casually swung out by the black-clothed Daoist.
Although it did not damage the harder bones, only the flesh and skin were damaged, and the Dao behavior of this black-clothed Taoist was also an extremely terrifying existence.
Looking at the black lotus flower under the seat of the black-clothed Taoist, the corners of Ji Hao's eyes jumped again, this lotus flower overlapped with a lot of petals, just looking at the quality, it seems that it is not under the Hongmeng Colorful Divine Lotus, the ontology of the flower man "Who is the Taoist friend" Ji Hao straightened his waist and solemnly saluted the black-clothed Taoist.
"Daoist friends can be called the Poor Dao Netherworld Sect Master" The black-clothed Daoist squinted, looked Ji Hao up and down, and said indifferently: "Perhaps, Daoist friends are not familiar with the name of the Poor Dao, but they should have heard of the name of the Poor Dao Deity." ” "The poor Dao deity, the underworld is also
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