Ji Hao was in the tent, watching a huge witchcraft sand table with Si Wenming.

In the dark light, the mountains, rivers and mountains around the camp were all visible. When countless tiny spots rushed towards the camp quickly, Ji Hao slapped his hands and smiled at Si Wenming: "Uncle Wenming, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop... There are many things, but you can't help it!"

Si Wenming narrowed his eyes, square, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face covered in beard scum.

In the blink of an eye, this helpless look was crushed by a hint of majesty. Si Wenming straightened his waist and said in a deep voice: "No matter who they are, if you dare to attack our human water control army at night, it is to provoke our human tribe alliance, and your crimes should be punished!"

The screams of the Crow's husband came at once, and through the gaps in the curtains of the tent door, you could see a large piece of golden flames flashing. The golden feathers on the Crow's wings flew out quickly, and the sky was filled with the sound of feathers breaking through the air and the sound of flames blowing by the wind.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow broke through the air and attacked Ji Hao's face changed, and his body shook and he rushed out of the tent.

The arrow was less than three feet away from the neck of the Crow's neck. The Crow's wingspan, which had a thousand feet long, had no time to dodge. Seeing the half-foot-long wolf-shaped arrow about to sink into the neck of the Crow's neck, Ji Hao suddenly emerged in a clear light.

When his hands were closed, it was like a vise clamping the arrow tightly. With a 'slip' sound, with Ji Hao's current power, the arrow shaft actually slid three feet into the clamping of his palm.

The skin in the palm was burning and tingling. Countless dense runes on the arrow shaft exploded like fireworks, constantly spewing out dazzling fire. The arrow was shaking violently, and a terrible explosion force was about to explode in the arrow. Ji Hao grabbed the arrow and pinched the arrow half-foot long and thick with his thumb into pieces, and completely destroyed all the explosion runes.

The male crow's feathers stood up one by one, and he stared at the arrow shaft that was filled with fear in Ji Hao's hands.

"Where is the cheap one coming from? Get out of me!" Ji Hao's eyebrows opened, and a clear light shone on the sky and the earth, and quickly swept around the camp. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a small hill three hundred miles away. Where the Taoist divine light was locked, an ancient pine with withered branches and leaves spewed out a large area of ​​black air.

"Die!" Ji Hao shouted lightly and punched the ancient spine with a punch.

With a buzzing sound, a fist print with a diameter of about meter was sprayed out from Ji Hao's fist with rolling flames. The fist print flew into the air, bringing out a trajectory of flames that lasted 300 miles long, and hitting the ancient pine hard.

Twelve black jade talismans the size of millstone flashed out in the air, turning into a thick tortoise shell light shield and blocked the flame fist print. With a loud bang, the twelve black jade talismans were blown to pieces, and a embarrassed figure was wrapped in golden flames. He roared out of the ancient pine tree that instantly turned into ashes.

The Crow Gong stared at the man. It was not Ji Hao's rescue just now. He had been shot through his neck by an arrow, probably dead under the sneak attack of this man's hidden arrow. Seeing that the man was forced out by Ji Hao's heavy punch, the Crow Gong let out a long roar, and his body suddenly shrank to three feet in size, bringing a sharp and evil wind to pounce on the man.

The three-legged golden crow flew away, comparable to the speed of a big sun volley. It was just a blink of an eye for the Crow Gong. He rushed to the man with one pounce. Three claws were enough to penetrate the gold and iron, and even the golden crow divine flame swayed the man's head.

The man held a brilliant and shaped long bow in his left hand, pulled out a two-foot-long short sword with his right hand and slashed it hard towards the crow's claws.

Shao Si had already taken Manman out of the resting tent and saw the scene of the Crow Gong flying to the man from afar. Shao Si hooked his fingers and suddenly a translucent breath flew out on the man's body and flew quickly towards Shao Si.

With a strange sound, a rock under the man's feet suddenly fell off. He stepped on the air, and the short sword in his hand almost slashed over the crow's claws. The crow's claws fell deeply into his skull. With three claws, he lifted his skull and flew dozens of feet away.

The man hissed and screamed, and the blood in his body rushed like a dragon, making a sound of waves rolling in the river. His skull was healing at a terrible high speed, and most of it healed in the blink of an eye. But the Crow Gong hated the guy who sneaked into his skull with this hidden arrow. He opened his mouth and sprayed a golden crow divine flame on his skull.

The man's head was wrapped in flames, and the golden crow divine flame burned into his mind along his seven orifices.

Amid the shrill howl, the man jumped up, brought up afterimages and fled to the distance.

Less than a hundred feet away, an arrow flew across the air, and a wind arrow came into the air, silently shooting through the man's tail bones. The arrows shone with lightning were embedded tightly on the man's tail vertebra. The man suddenly hissed and whined, falling to the ground and unable to move.

Hundreds of plague locusts that were ten feet long and tumbling came over. These plague locusts surrounded the man, and opened their mouths and spewed out a large amount of plague to wrap him firmly. For a moment, the man vomited, diarrhea and grew countless pustules all over his body, and he no longer had the strength to escape.

Feng Xing quickly walked to the man and picked up the longbow that the man used.

"Hey... it's actually..." Feng Xing returned to Ji Hao and handed the longbow carved with mysterious rune patterns to Ji Hao: "The Heaven-Shentian Divine Bow, one of the ten most famous divine bows in the world, if we specifically discuss the power of the arrows shot, even the Yi Bow in my hand can't beat him."

"Shocking bow!" Ji Hao took the long bow, hooked his fingers and pulled the bowstring slightly, and a series of low dragon roars sounded quietly inside the bow: "It's indeed a good bow, but I'm not good at archery... Tsk, keep it for someone!"

He casually stuffed the Zhentian Bow to Feng Xing, and Ji Hao looked up in the distance.

A large area of ​​black fog rolled in the distance, silent in the black fog, but Ji Hao's spiritual consciousness condensed into substance was released, and he had long seen the scene in the black fog clearly. Countless ferocious burly men were rushing towards this side, especially in front there were ten floating battle forts of alien races acting as pioneers!

"I'm too underestimating us?" Ji Hao smiled disdainfully. He pointed his hand at the Jiulong chariot and rushed out with endless golden light. He stood on the chariot and brought a gorgeous golden light to the sky above the black fog.

With a long roar, all the divine forbiddens in the Nine Dragons' chariot were opened one after another. A round of scorching sun shone brightly in the air, endless golden light shone on the void, and the large black fog on the ground suddenly disappeared, revealing the large number of wandering tribe warriors below.

Ji Hao stood on the Nine Dragon Chariot, pinched a talisman with both hands and put it out. Countless extremely thin golden lights shot in the air. The armor on the tens of millions of wandering tribe warriors below suddenly spewed out a dazzling red light. The armor and weapons in their hands were suddenly heated to a terrible temperature.
Chapter completed!