"Hao!" Qingying was frightened by Ji Hao's sudden actions.

Thousands of warriors from the enemy tribes were right under the cliff, facing each other through the poisonous thorn bushes that were several miles wide. In the dense forests across the river, more and more powerful enemies were eyeing each other.

Ji Hao was alone and suddenly rushed into the enemy array, which was undoubtedly a death sentence!

Cold sweat soaked all over his body, and a large blue wind squirted out from behind the green shadow. A pair of big roc wings could be seen faintly in the green wind. The figure slightly shook, and large blue wind patterns spread around his body, and dozens of afterimages could be seen faintly appearing beside the green shadow.

Qingying was about to rush out to catch Ji Hao back, but the fat bear, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised a bear's paw.

The unlucky Qingying didn't pay attention to his feet. He stumbled on the fat bear's paw and slapped it firmly to the ground. Qingying used his blood power to accumulate momentum and rushed out. The momentum was astonishingly strong. When he slapped it on the ground, the impact was also terrifyingly powerful.

The soldiers of the Qingyi tribe were not known for their strong body and strength. The lower hole was slapped to the ground with his lower hole facing down. Qingying fell so hard that his limbs almost fell apart. He knocked out a human-shaped pit on the ground. There was a pool of blood inside the pit, which was dazzling - this was the nosebleed caused by Qingying.

"Damn it, fat bear! I'm going to bake your bear's paw!" Qingying fell so hard that she lost her strength to speak. She twitched and raised her head, gritted her teeth and roared at the fat bear in a low voice: "Hao... is in danger!"

The fat bear blinked his little eyes, looking at the green shadow like an idiot.

Qingying looked at the complicated expression in the fat bear's small eyes and suddenly shivered and shivered: "I look like a fool?"

The fat bear grinned and rattled, yawned, leaned over, and licked Qingying's face hard. Qingying had a gloomy face, squinted her eyes and looked at the old tree demon standing motionless among the poisonous thorns.

"Well, I almost forgot, where are the mountain spirits and water monsters that this kid has attracted along the way? Where are they?"

The blood shadow flashed in front of Ji Hao's eyes, and sharp chirping kept echoing in his mind. This voice kept calling his name, and every time he called, there was an inexplicable force directly attacking his soul, as if countless small knives were torn to pieces.

In the soul space, the vast white air rolled in a burst, gradually condensed into a round disc.

The phantom sat on the disc, overlooking Ji Hao's purple mansion Yuandan, muttering in a muffled voice: "Little guy, what are you doing? Hum? Someone is using the magic of soul-calling curse? Your soul power has formed the purple mansion Yuandan, and it will not be controlled so easily, right?"

Ji Hao split a trace of divine thoughts and smiled at the phantom a few times.

The phantom hugged his hands in front of his chest and shook his head gently: "The little guy is brave enough... Hum? This close-fitting soft armor on your body?"

A large piece of fire spurted out from behind Ji Hao, and the flames condensed into wings. He brought a large afterimage and quickly passed over the enemy who rushed towards him to catch him. Countless warriors shouted loudly, spreading their hands and hugged him, but Ji Hao was like a loach with oil. These slow-moving warriors could not touch his side at all.

"A friend named Abao gave me!" Ji Hao turned into a long flame and flew across the base of the Fire Leopard Division, crossed the river, avoided the blocking of the warriors such as Chikaku of the Fenggui Division, and rushed into the dense forest with briskness: "I asked my dad to try it, this set of soft armor is very strong."

"Solid..." The phantom muttered with a hint of disappointment: "The soft armor is strong, but it is not as strong and reliable as myself. Like me, I have never worn any armor."

Chijiao waved the heavy wooden stakes and rumbling to chase them. He roared loudly behind Ji Hao. The wooden stakes danced like a tornado. Countless plants and trees were torn apart by the strong wind brought by the wooden stakes. Countless wood fragments of all sizes roared towards Ji Hao, and they all hit Ji Hao on the wings of the flowing light and were burned to ashes.

Ji Hao ignored Chijiao behind him at all. He tensed his face, his eyes were filled with spirits, and his soul was unrestrained, and he rushed towards the depths of the dense forest at a very fast speed.

While sweeping through the dense forest very quickly, Ji Hao asked the phantom curiously: "When it comes to this, you have never used any armor? This is really amazing... But, can you refine armor or other witches, witch treasures? Abao's skill in refining weapons is very clever, and I am a little envious."

Before the phantom could speak, Ji Hao said, "I exchanged the Nine-character Mantra Pill Sutra for the Bu Tian Wulu Art. I won't take advantage of you. I have other cultivation methods here. Look, there are suitable weapon refining techniques, let's exchange them again... Even if you don't look down on these cultivation methods, I don't care if the art of refining me is lower, I won't care anyway, I won't be right?"

After a long period of silence, until Ji Hao came to the clearing ground in the forest where the soul-calling altar was arranged, the phantom said slowly: "The way to refine weapons... the small technique is not worth mentioning... I can break any armor with a random punch, what can I do with a weapon?"

Ji Hao was stunned and stood on the edge of the clearing ground in the forest. He asked with a little surprise: "You, won't?"

The phantom continued to remain silent. He held his hands in front of his chest. The disc under his body quickly disintegrated and turned into a trace of white mist and merged into the soul space. Then, silently, the phantom disappeared without a trace. Just like usual, Ji Hao could not find out where he was hiding.

‘Ji Hao~~~’!

On the altar, the twisted face screamed at the top of his lungs.

Ji Hao's body twitched violently in coordination, like a walking corpse, covered with a faint light of fire, and walked towards the altar step by step.

The thin old man standing in front of the altar smiled and gently knocked on the altar with a black bone stick. He turned around and looked at Jiang Xi: "Dear Witch Saint, this kid has been completely controlled by me. He is already my puppet... You promised to give us the benefits of the Wonder and Ring Tribe, you see?"

With a 'boom', an ancient tree that more than a dozen people hugged was crushed by Chijiao with a stick. The strong wind blew countless wood chips through the clearing ground. Chijiao rushed in panting and pointed at Ji Hao and shouted loudly: "Hei Qian, don't think of monopolizing the benefits that Lord Wu Ji promised us, we will never let go of!"

He stomped his feet hard, Chijiao looked at Jiang Xi and shouted sternly: "Woman, don't forget, even if you catch this kid, after his dad is found, you still need our help to capture his dad alive."

Jiang Xi glanced at Chijiao, who spoke in disgust, held her head arrogantly, slowly walked to Ji Hao, reached out to support Ji Hao's chin, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, you idiots... Of course, you idiots... I will not owe you what I promised to you at all."

His fingers pinched Ji Hao's face hard, and Jiang Xi gritted his teeth and sneered: "Ji Hao, you damn dog - a cub!"

Ji Hao's confused eyes suddenly returned to his awakening, and a golden red flame burst out from his eyes.

With a "clang" sound, Ji Hao pulled out the sharp sword that he snatched from the Great Witch of the Black Water Xuansnake Tribe, and stabbed Jiang Xi's heart with one sword.

With his wrist turned, the sharp sword stirred Jiang Xi's heart hard. Ji Hao scolded in disgust: "Jiang Xi, are you a slut, are you going to be the one who is a slut? If you don't kill you, you will keep pestering my family and not letting go?"

Jiang Xi looked at Ji Hao like a ghost.

The old witch festival in front of the altar was even more frightened and screamed.

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