Chapter 887

Now the hermit only has the cultivation of golden fairyland.

As for the reason why there is immortal like fighting power, it is because the hermit used the magic sword.

The cultivation of the golden fairyland determines that the hidden man's body still stays in the realm of the jade immortal. According to the talent of the hermit, whether the jade fairyland can reach 27 turns is unknown.

So how can the body of a hermit bear his own blow?

"Ye Hao, is this your physical limit of 33 turns?" The hermit wiped the blood and said with a sneer, "now it looks like this."

Ye Hao glanced at the hermit and said, "is it?"

As soon as the voice was heard, Hao's figure appeared in front of the hermit, and then a fist flashed toward the hermit's chest.

As the punch went out, the space in front of the hermit was smashed.

The hermit's face changed wildly.

The magic sword sensed the danger of the hermit and cut out an amazing blood light.

What the monks didn't think of was that Ye Hao didn't see the blood light. He let the sword split the space and cut it on himself.

However, it was difficult to move forward when the sword was still 10 cm away from Ye Hao. At the same time, Ye Hao's blow mercilessly hit the hermit's chest.

But to Ye Hao's dismay, the blow seemed to have hit the refined steel. The harsh roar made all the monks in the field cover their ears.

"What's the situation?" In the middle of the sky, hundreds of powerful immortal masters stood around and surrounded the hermits.

These strong people see it clearly.

Ye Hao's fist just now can be torn even by the strong one on the fifth floor of the immortal master.

But why didn't there be any reaction from the hidden people.

The power of the fist just now is not as powerful as this one, but it has already turned the hidden man backward and vomited blood.

The hermit looked at Ye Hao's eyes and said, "Ye Hao, if I don't have any preparation, do you think I might come? Today, I'm going to kill all the disciples of the Yellow Sect. "

"Damn it, I'll give you a face." When Ye Hao heard that there were hundreds of millions of acupoints and orifices in his body, he spurted out terrible energy, and then Ye Hao's fist burst out the energy of destroying heaven and earth.

This blow makes mountains and rivers lose color;

this fist makes the sun and the moon dim;

this blow makes the universe reverse.

The hermit's face changed wildly.

Even if the hermit has confidence in his own card, he is still afraid of the blow that destroys the heaven and the earth.

And the human body was destroyed by a wave of energy.

Seeing this scene, all the monks in the hall showed a look of awe.

It has long been said that Ye Hao has the fighting power of xianzun level. Before, many friars held a skeptical attitude, but now there is no doubt.

But at this time, the magic sword is tearing the space to escape.

But how can the speed of the magic sword surpass Ye Hao.

After Ye Hao catches up with the magic sword, he blows his fist on the body of the sword. The domineering energy blows the sword into the ground mercilessly. At the next moment, Ye Hao turns into a golden light and enters the underground.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

When the magic sword escaped into the air again, the friars in the field found that there was no longer the vast amount of blood on the magic sword.

There is no light.

"It is said that once the magic sword comes out, the eastern region will be in chaos."

"As long as the magic sword absorbs enough blood, it can be promoted to xianzun. I remember killing xianzun when the magic sword was born a thousand years ago. However, it was severely damaged by several immortals, but even in that case, the magic sword still escaped."

"Fortunately, there is Ye Hao in the eastern region."

"This magic sword can't make any waves?"

Some old people in the eastern region recognized the magic sword.

"You have hurt my origin. I will not be born again in a thousand years." When Ye Hao appears and stops the magic sword, the sword spits out words.

"Tool spirit?" Hearing this, Ye Hao's face became solemn.

As we all know, only the king level magic weapon can possess the spirit.

And the spirit has the strength comparable to the fairy king.

"Ye Hao, this is a king level magic weapon that has been badly damaged."

"What?"

"The spirit is closely related to the magic weapon itself. The king level magic weapon was badly damaged, which affected the spirit of the weapon." The spirit of the medicine King tripod replied, "so if you intercept it again, it may use its original power. Even if you have the immortal body, I'm afraid you will have to suffer heavy damage."

"And if it's from your predecessors?"

"I can seal it, but I can't kill it."

"Why?"

"Because unless you can break this magic sword, you can't kill its spirit."

"Then seal it."

"Yes." With the voice of Ding Qiling, the king of medicine, the space around the magic sword suddenly split, and then a breath that was superior to all living beings burst out and filled the whole Yanhuang sect.At this moment, all the monks knelt down except Ye Hao.

There are only two words in my heart.

Surrender.

Looking at this scene in dismay, he exclaimed, "Ye Hao, your master is in the burning huangzong?"

Ye Hao did not respond, but quietly watched the sword being pulled into the broken space.

Immediately Ye Hao's body disappeared in place.

The fifth floor of fairyland.

When Ye Hao appeared here, he saw that the magic sword was sealed in the medicine King tripod.

The magic sword kept charging, trying to break the blockade of Yaowang Ding.

It doesn't matter how hard the sword charges.

"All of you are king level magic weapons. Why are you so aggressive?" The spirit of the magic sword charged hundreds of times and then said in a deep voice.

"I am the spirit, you are the devil." The spirit of Yaowang Ding is cold.

"Since our king level magic weapons have already given birth to our own wisdom, why can't we control our own destiny?" The magic sword follows good advice.

"Don't show your little trick in front of me." Yao Wang Ding interrupted the magic sword.

"Don't push me." Said the magic sword after pondering for a moment.

"Are you going to explode your roots?" Yao Wang Ding sneered, "even if you detonate, I'm afraid you can't?" Yaowangding was in its heyday.

How can I be afraid of the magic sword falling to the high level of the immortal Lord?

"I don't believe you're really afraid." Magic sword said here, resolutely detonated the origin.

At the moment of detonating the origin, the body of the magic sword gushed with blood light.

Blood is shining in the sky.

It has the potential to burn mountains and sea.

The medicine King tripod is calm, annihilating all these things with the light of Dan Dao.

"Is this guy going to die?" With the passage of time, Yao Wang Ding's utensils became more and more profound.

Because the magic sword is constantly detonating its origin.

"I'll help." Ye Hao said softly.

"You?" The spirit of the medicine King tripod was stunned.

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