"You little brother, you really make Feng look at him! He dares to use a medium-grade spiritual weapon to resist the best-grade spiritual weapon. If Feng intentionally kills you, wouldn't he be ruined in vain?" Hyacinth's eyes were full of surprise, but another word was heard in his mouth.

Zhou Hao didn't go to see Hyacinth's face, but stared at the pair of black and shiny short thorns on the other party. When he treated the minor injury on his shoulder, his eyes were full of thought.

"Why, my junior brother is interested in Feng's pair of spiritual weapons. Haha, otherwise, my junior brother will admit defeat now and have time to go back. Senior brother will tell you the advantages of this treasure." Hyacinth vowed to be honest, thinking and bewitching Zhou Hao, wanting to give up the battle. He has to say that his heart is quite vicious.

He took a deep breath of air, and the sliver of blood on his shoulder was forcibly closed by spiritual power. Although it was a bit affected, with his physical strength, he could only take more than ten breaths at most to cure the scabs and recover. It was not a major injury that would hurt his muscles and bones. Zhou Hao was ready to fight and then said: "The senior brother is indeed admired by me, but Zhou has never had the preference to surrender without fighting. As for the spiritual weapon in his senior brother's hand, if the senior brother is not good at helping him, he can find Zhou to repair it in the future, and he may not be able to make any further progress."

When Hyacinth heard this, he was stunned and confused. Could it be that this junior brother saw the foot of his own top-quality spiritual weapon, or was the other party confused? You know, this is the first time that he used it in public in fighting with others. And the monks or monsters who have seen this baby-eating soul-chasing thorn will never survive.

Yes, the other party must be talking nonsense. How could he be just a matchup and was hurt by himself? He knew the shortcomings of the Infant-Devouring Soul-Chasing Sprite. He is not a famous weapon refiner.

I was secretly annoyed in my heart, and I was confused by a ignorant boy. Damn it, I dared to make my scheming. It seems that I must torture you, otherwise it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in my heart.

Hyacinth attacked again. Hyacinth mutated its wind spirit root. The technique he practiced was also light and agile phoenix-type Taoist. Compared with Zhou Hao's own understanding of the wind art, it was even better to stop. However, the two attacked and defended, each movement and quiet had their own advantages and disadvantages. Zhou Hao understood his own shortcomings and strengths, and he kept his door tightly and never made arbitrary advance. He often came first, and it made the onlookers very puzzled.

In fact, if Hyacinth could bear to resist his own top-quality spiritual weapon, he would have taken the initiative. If only a few encounters were needed, Zhou Hao might have to break the weapon and hurt him. However, for some reason, the two of them never had to fight the spiritual weapon. Even if they could not avoid it sometimes and intersected, Hyacinth's top-quality spiritual weapon would hide faster.

The sigh, mocking, dissatisfaction made Hyacinth feel annoyed, "Young brother has good methods and good eyesight, but I don't know how you see it."

Hyacinth was extremely annoyed at this moment, and he kept attacking and killing in his hands, but he asked for doubts. Zhou Hao strictly guarded his body. Although he was not as light and quick as the other party, the medium-grade spiritual weapon in his hand was made of hardware elites with black iron and other objects, and was smelted with powerful runes and solid formations. So, not to mention anything else, it was no less powerful than the best spiritual weapon.

When fighting, it is said that once the two spiritual weapons are head-on, even if their medium-grade spiritual weapons are strong, they will definitely suffer a little more times. However, from the beginning, Hyacinth chose not to fight head-on. More importantly, Zhou Hao likes to study the methods of rune formations and is better at refining weapons, so he has a lot of research and experience in various instrument materials. Although his shoulders are cut and bloody, he does not have the sharp, evil spirit, and sharp gold aura that gold artifacts have.

Spiritual power is undoubtedly the best object of sensing and identification, Zhou Hao is well prepared

All five elements are complete, and there are thunder and ice attributes. It is not difficult to repair a trace of injury on the shoulder. If you are injured by a human spiritual weapon, the opponent's spiritual power will naturally remain at the wound, especially the attributes on the spiritual weapon, which will destroy the cultivator's body and meridians, form spiritual power conflicts, thereby aggravating the collapse of the enemy's combat power. However, the necessary strength is so strong that it has the advantage. If Zhou Hao's minor injury on the shoulder is impossible to pose many threats.

The Changsheng Sutra is running, and the special spiritual power is constantly refining. The slight alien spiritual power cannot be erased and eliminated, but is rejected by powerful spiritual power. This is not ordinary, but in order not to affect the battle, Zhou Hao has no intention to explore the root cause and directly attacks with the power of thunder.

However, this time it was a coincidence. The strange spiritual power with a slightly clear gray color was hit by the thunder and instantly turned into wisps of blue smoke, instantly disappearing, as if very afraid of thunder.

During the fierce battle, Feng Xinzi naturally didn't know, but in just a short moment, Zhou Hao had eliminated the strange spirits hidden on the infant-devouring soul-chasing sting. To be more strictly speaking, this is a kind of poison unique to the Zhuyan Yingming Beast. Take the elixir refined from the demon pill in his brain, and cooperate with his throat bones as a way to temper the spirit, giving it the ability to erode the spiritual power and soul.

It is precisely this strange ability that makes Hyacinth become a lone walker, appearing in the seas of thousands of miles, hunting sirens, and robbing monks. Although the Infant-Devouring Soul-Chasing Sprig is a top-grade spiritual weapon, its weakness is not small. That is, due to the limited material, its strength can only barely reach the level of a medium-grade spiritual weapon. This causes him to usually use harassment and raids when using it, and he will never be striking.

Once the enemy is injured, the body is sucked by the soul-devouring poison, and its own extreme speed, it will often accumulate less and become more injured, and the enemy will soon be destroyed. Yes, it is a death rather than a defeat. The soul-devouring person devours the soul. For ordinary monks, the condensation and sublimation of the soul cannot be completely completed in the Golden Elixir Stage. Only by practicing to the extreme can you break the mystery of the Nascent Soul, achieve the Nascent Soul, and undergo the baptism of the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, can you reach Zhou Hao's current level.

Zhou Hao is also far different from ordinary people because of his martial arts and the specificity of the way of runes, but it does not mean that he can compete with the ancestor of the Nascent Soul. He is like a child walking in a downtown city with a brick, without knowing all his treasures.

However, this little advantage, coupled with its own complex spiritual roots, has accidentally solved the danger of the soul. Hyacinth cannot fight for a long time and gradually becomes anxious. Although he only hurt Zhou Hao once, even so, it is impossible for the other party to continue to fight back so quickly.

Could it be that the other party really knows the background of his spiritual weapon? Happinous? He felt a little confused.

Zhou Hao's eyes suddenly lit up, and the spiritual sword suddenly pierced out at a high speed, like a dragonfly sifting through the water, heading straight for the other party's throat.

"Okay!" Someone who was so obsessed with the sight of it, he actually cheered loudly, which made the monks next to him dissatisfied. His vicious eyes suddenly shocked him and he quickly kept silent.

A sudden light of inspiration appeared, a little cold light shone straight into the throat. The cold and cold murderous intent made people marry into the ice cave and suddenly became stiff. Hyacinth was shocked suddenly, and the baby-eating soul-striking sting Sla closed in front of his chest, strangling the sword tip in an instant in a cross shape.

The cold light in his eyes was burning, and his spiritual power suddenly increased. The infant-eating soul-chasing thorn was poured into Feng's spiritual power. A strange monster suddenly transformed into a slender mouth, with hideous and sharp teeth, and a triangular mouthpiece full of white and soft tiger beards.

"Squeak..." A squeak that pierced the soul suddenly came out. Although Zhou Hao was prepared, he turned into an elbow and his face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were

It was all the disgusting mouths of Zhuying Yingming Beast.

With a loud bang, Zhou Hao was instantly shocked, and Hyacinth was also not feeling well. A pair of infant-eating soul-chasing stings directly pointed out two defects the size of a date pit. The body also flew more than ten feet away due to the violent impact. His arms were numb, and it was trembling and it was almost impossible to hold a pair of soul-chasing stings.

A trace of unspeakable pain flashed in Zhou Hao's eyes. It was just now that he truly realized how terrifying the soul-devouring secret technique of soul-devouring souls was. Although the soul was solidified, he was still in the Golden Pill class after all, and seemed to be able to resist the power of the Nascent Soul, but in fact he was still far from it!

Three souls and seven souls, heaven, earth, and human souls, one is the fetal light, the second is the refreshing spirit, and the third is the quiet spirit. The two souls of heaven and earth are always there, and only the human soul is hidden in the body, which is the soul of life. Therefore, cultivators practice qi and essence, and essence into spirit.

The seven souls are the seven souls of the life souls, called corpse dogs, respectively, representing people's joy, and squid arrows, representing people's anger, and the yin of the birds, representing people's sorrow, and swallowing thieves, representing people's fear, non-toxicity, representing people's love, eliminating filth, representing people's disgust, and smelly lungs, representing people's desires.

After all, Zhou Hao only practiced his soul and did not reach the essence directly. He even practiced his soul only without understanding the true meaning and was ignorant. He was just like his practice of practicing the five elements spiritual roots, as well as various talismans, tools, and arrays. He only knew how to apply it, but did not know its principles, so he could not truly exert his power, and only relied on his own strength to offset the offensive.

This advantage is not infinite. Just like when Hyacinth tried to sacrifice his life and launched an attack power that exceeded Zhou Hao's limit at the cost of destroying the spiritual weapon in his hand, Zhou Hao would inevitably be injured.

Moreover, this time the injury is no longer superficial, relying on infiltration to disintegrate and destroy, but starts directly from the soul. Even if Zhou Hao suddenly realized it, he instantly activates the power of thunder and wants to drive away the influence of the soul-chasing sound, he seems powerless.

Hyacinth's eyes raked, and the pair of top-quality spiritual weapons in his hand was no less than life. The time, energy and effort spent on this spiritual weapon was unimaginable, but now it was damaged by a battle, which made his heart bleeding.

With a violent roar from his mouth, his body suddenly turned into afterimages. The baby-eating soul-chasing thorn was shining with a cold light, and suddenly stabbed out with a killing heart.

The soul and soul were still unable to eliminate the irritability and vomiting in the purple palace spirit Taichung, but Zhou Hao's mind was cold and cold, as if a rope had strangled his neck tightly, suffocating. Everything in front of him was empty, becoming so far away and cold.
Chapter completed!