Chapter 821

"If Tai Hao Dao Jing is strengthened to the peak, can it have such power?"

Zhou Hao thought of his own "Tai Hao Dao Jing".

He wondered if the "Tai Hao Dao Jing" was strengthened, would it have such a Dao meaning?

Together, a group of friars in fairyland came into being.

It's a knife.

Just now the man just sent out a knife, and then the monks were killed.

It's just a knife, not including other moves.

As Zhou Hao's bronze mirror was out of the master's control, it fell to the ground with a clatter. When it bounced up, it turned into ashes along with his master.

After Zhou Hao lost the blue light of the bronze mirror, he only felt that he was free from difficulties.

But he still has the scars left by the friars who attacked him just now, and now he is healing under the "regeneration" talent.

This time he suffered a serious injury, and his recovery was not possible in a short time and a half.

But even so, even though his hand with the knife was half broken and he was hanging by the end of the rope, he still carried the knife and ran towards the direction of the fight, hoping to pick up a cheap head.

But when I ran there, it was empty. What monk could I see there?

There are still heads for him to pick up?

That group of friars is not left. They are all cut into ashes by the mysterious expert.

This knife is too heartless, isn't it?

Although the method of killing people is cruel, I still leave some corpses. But this elder brother is so fierce that he kills people and cremated the corpses of others!

This means, quite ruthless.

Zhou Hao looked at the man standing on the side with a strange black knife in his hand and looked at the other side carefully for a long time.

I saw that this person did not look special. He looked almost middle-aged, but he didn't feel like a master.

Anyway, it's a normal person, an ordinary person.

However, in his eyes, there is always a kind of resolute light, and a trace of confusion.

That kind of confusion, like the unfamiliar environment here, and the unknown road ahead; that kind of perseverance, is like the firm confidence that you can accomplish something.

This kind of person seems to say simple and ordinary, very simple and ordinary, but to say simple is really not simple.

Ordinary is not simple.

After watching for a long time, Zhou Hao felt a kind of vicissitudes from him.

As if this old brother has experienced countless joys and sorrows, countless suffering.

It was as if he had walked eighteen thousand miles alone and had gone through ninety-one difficulties alone.

The other party is also looking at Zhou Hao, but not as carefully as Zhou Hao, as if he were looking at the object

He coughed and reminded Zhou Hao, "this little brother, have you seen enough?"

"Er..."

Zhou Hao suddenly came to realize that he had lost his manners. He could not help looking embarrassed and guilty.

The man laughed and then said, "Hello, I'm Yang Ge!"

He introduced himself seriously and reached out to shake hands with Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao was surprised again.

This way of greeting is the way of greeting the world in which he lived in his last life!

He was stunned for a moment. When he realized it, he quickly reached out to hold the other party's hand and said, "Hello, my name is Zhou Hao."

After introducing himself, he asked curiously, "are they the result of your knife?"