Ji Hao sat cross-legged in the innate Yuan Magnetic Life and Death Sword Formation, and quietly realized the mystery of the big array through the formation spirit.

In a long way, the mystery of various great formations surged like a tide. Ji Hao quietly understood it, and felt that the infinite insights were like countless lotus flowers blooming quietly. The mysteries of killing were accompanied by the sound of the "sonoccer" sword, clearly engraved on the chaotic Taoist fetus.

After taking the divine liquid in the living gourd, Ji Hao's magic power cultivation was rapidly increasing. At this moment, all his mind and sword formation were fused. The rapidly growing magic power in his body increased a trace of extreme sharpness out of thin air, which could cut off all things. The magic power in his body became increasingly condensed and refined, pure and sharp.

The saint's magic power is like the most pure and most exquisite innate divine material, thick and powerful, without any impurities. The formation map refined by Yu Yu himself is like a divine furnace forged by refining weapons, which makes the saint's magic power obtained by Ji Hao further and gradually forges the ordinary divine material into a world-class divine weapon.

The Qingyun above Ji Hao's head was several miles in size. The sword lights that were originally hanging downwards gradually had a rough sword shape. The sword shadows, large and small, long and short, were only one foot long, fell rapidly from the Qingyun, and teared open black cracks clearly visible to the naked eye in the Hongmeng void.

"The sword splits the void... My sword art has someone to follow!" Yu Yu looked at Ji Hao with satisfaction and nodded repeatedly. He poured two sips of wine into his mouth, and suddenly gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "A Bao is a bastard, it's okay that he is a senior brother. It's okay that he is addicted to the way of refining weapons. The art art, the derivation of the formation art, is also one of the correct paths of this sect!"

"But the senior brother, his cultivation level in the sword path was surpassed by the junior brother. He was blushed or not?" Jiye Yu Yu shook his head, suddenly his face froze, and he snorted gloomyly, his body shook into a black sword light, and directly escaped into the Ji Hao sword formation, hiding among countless black and white sword lights that appeared endlessly.

The Ya Gong screamed, and he suddenly grabbed the Fusang wooden stick and stood carefully and cautiously behind Ji Hao. The wooden stick in his hand shook, and with the sound of "whistling", dozens of fire dragons flew out of the wooden stick and turned around the Ya Gong and Ji Hao into a huge fire circle.

A red chaotic tide was suddenly shattered by a heavy punch. The mother of dragons covered with dense dragon scales laughed and rushed out of the shattered tide turbulence: "Haha, old thief Tong Jiong, child Ji Hao... are you both injured?"

The green bamboo sticks in the hands of the Lord Kuzhu Mountain swayed a continuous green shadow, and quickly turned into a large bamboo forest to block the chaotic tide outside, forming a small world of self-made bamboo forest. The sad Taoist followed the Lord Kuzhu Mountain without saying a word, squinted his eyes and looked around vigilantly.

A series of crying sounds spread faintly from the sad Taoist. You can see him holding a long banner made of white linen in his hand. Dozens of sad faces were drawn on the banner with extremely strange techniques. The faces of men, women, old and young were twisted, and tears kept spewing out, and each one was crying like a living thing.

Suddenly seeing Ji Hao alone in the void, the Dragon Mother suddenly laughed out loud: "Child Ji Hao? Why are you the only one? Where is the old thief Tong Jiong? Where is the sealed mountain just now?"

Before Ji Hao answered, Long Mother turned back confidently and said, "Although my mother has a bad temper, she understands the most. How could the old thief Tong Jiong be together with Ji Hao's children? As long as we leave, they will definitely turn against each other. Hehe, the three treasures of the old thief Tong Jiong, and the nine magic weapons used to seal the old thief Tong Jiong!"

The sad Taoist looked at Ji Hao greedily and smiled: "There is this bell, a sword, and this... what is the golden rainbow bridge?"

Ji Hao, who was comprehending the mystery of the formation map, opened his eyes. He looked at the three dragon mothers, the Lord of Kuzhu Mountain and the sad Taoist who had returned, and asked in surprise: "You are sure that Taoist Tongjiu and I will turn against each other? You want to return..."

The Dragon Mother simply smiled and said, "If you didn't do it, that's fine. It's just that my mother, we're wasting some time and turning around and leaving. If you are doing it, we just happened to plot behind the scenes and catch you off guard. If you can hurt, you will be injured. If you can kill, you will be killed. In short, you have to take some benefits from you."

Taking a deep breath, the Dragon Mother rubbed her palms quickly with excitement. Her palms covered with dragon scales rubbed each other, making a crisp "ding" sound, constantly splashing large pieces of Mars. She smiled excitedly and said with a crazy smile: "I didn't expect that the old thief Tong Jiong was just a show of his appearance. After being sealed for so many years, I'm afraid that his spirit would have been exhausted. This Ji Hao's child killed him instead?"

The sad Taoist said with a stern face and extremely serious: "Even if Ji Hao can kill fellow Taoist Tongjiu, he will probably have spent all his energy? Otherwise, how could he sit cross-legged here and meditate? The sealed mountain disappeared, and he was probably destroyed by the aftermath of their fight!"

The Lord of Kuzhu Mountain sighed softly, he stepped forward, looked at Ji Hao with a bit of fanaticism and said with a smile: "Emperor Ji Hao, I have no intention of opposing the heaven... But the relics of Taoist Tongjiu... Treasures have spirits, and those with virtue live in it..."

Ji Hao rolled his eyes, and he suddenly took a deep breath, and seriously learned from Taoist Mu and Taoist Hua, sighed with a deep sense of compassion: "Friends of Taoism, the treasures left by Taoist Tong Jiong are destined to be our sect, but you should not be foolish."

Ji Hao smiled brightly: "The treasure has a spirit, and those with virtue are here. This emperor is the Emperor of Heaven and is cared for countless merits. He is a virtuous person!"

The Dragon Mother, the sad Taoist, and the Lord of Kuzhu Mountain, shivered in an orderly manner, and looked at Ji Hao with extremely strange eyes.

After a long time, the sad Taoist suddenly shouted: "Bastard, where did this kid learn this tone? Today, I will teach him a good lesson... Damn Taoist Mu, Taoist Hua, are destined? Are destined? What is in the world who has no chance to be with them?"

The sad Taoist roared in anger, waved the long banner in his hand, and dozens of white and miserable figures flew out from the long banner, rushed towards Ji Hao with a harsh cry, and plunged into the invisible and traced life and death chart of the invisible innate Yuan Magnetic Two-Ordinary Life and Death Array.

Not only that, the sad Taoist even drew out a sword, drew out a vast white sword light to protect his whole body, and rushed towards Ji Hao.

Before Ji Hao could launch the sword formation, the sad Taoist actually took the initiative to plunge in.

"Haha" laughed loudly, Ji Hao pointed his hand, and a ray of Yu Yu divine thunder hit Pangu's sword. Then a sword sound surged into the sky. The invisible Yuan Magnet power in the innate Yuan Magnet Life and Death Sword Formation fluctuated violently, and dozens of white and miserable figures suddenly floated in the air and could not move.

Not only these figures on the faces of people, but even the sad Taoist's movements suddenly slowed down thousands of times. He was flying slowly forward in a slight slight way.
Chapter completed!