But what shocked Zhou Hao was that the killing intentions condensed and radiated by these figures at this time were as physical as they were impacting their minds.

The innate reaction of living beings. When they are threatened by external threats, their first reaction is naturally to protect themselves, and monks are no exception. This kind of willful thought that is still full of killing aura in unknown years. Its violent and terrifying nature is completely beyond Zhou Hao's imagination.

It seems that the lifelong will gathered by countless powerful monks, with a majestic ambition and strict intentions. Each road is like a handsome peak standing in the eternal mountains.

A will is enough to rival any cultivator in the Yuanying realm. Within a radius of dozens of miles of this Fulong Pier, the will sky gathered into a foreign space covering hundreds or thousands of miles.

Zhou Hao has a good soul. He has encountered a change since he was a child. He has supplemented the essence of a thousand-year-old monster. His growth qualification is extremely huge. After that, he has learned the method of Nine Transformations of the Spiritual Soul. He was eroded by the ancient giant demon shetun of the Spirit Realm and forced to expand. After several encounters, he opened another spiritual soul, which is now comparable to that of the cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, in the face of these wills of remnants of souls that have never been eternal, the will condensed in the sky still appears small and fragile. The soul belongs to the soul and the soul are nothingness. The strong can control a world, while the weak can only crawl and obey.

As for the Tao of heaven and earth, even if a monk acts against the will of heaven and defeats the Tao, he can only affect the area around him. Zhou Hao has fully exerted his power of soul and thoughts, and he is instantly pulled into a killing world by the will gathered by the Fulong Dun.

It was not until this moment that Zhou Hao could see clearly what the situation was like in this extremely deep Kachin land. There was a floating dragon pier under his feet, and it was also a battle formation, a large formation composed of the flesh and blood of countless powerful monks.

Under the formation, there was a blood-stained and broken area. The original terrain could no longer be seen, with only terrifying scars engraved on the earth. Countless strange creatures exuded a burning resentment and continued to impact the blood-stained formation.

Zhou Hao was like a bystander, but he seemed to feel every breath. A young monk in a freshly dressed and angry horse, with a magic robe and armor split into pieces, holding a long halberd in his hand, constantly rushing among the strange evil spirits, with the fierce flames at hand.

Wherever he passed, there was a broken limb and a broken arm. However, Zhou Hao could see that when every resentful spirit died, a crack would appear on the young man's body that was not easy to detect. With the killing, the killing around the young man gradually dyed the fine cracks red. It seemed that in the next moment, this peerless young man would shatter like porcelain.

And this is just the young strong man on the outermost periphery of Fulong Dun. In the internal test, some of the more powerful monks, some of whom were even broken in their bodies, did not fight, and sat cross-legged. Their bodies were mottled and cracked, but they were like sleeping, waiting for the final battle of fate to come.

And their opponents, those evil spirits that exist like resentful spirits, are constantly destroyed and are constantly killed and killed into powder, but they seem to be endless, gushing out from the depths of the ground, trying to break through this killing sky and occupy the sunshine outside.

Looking at these phantoms, Zhou Hao had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, a palpitations, a sense of hatred and fear in his heart, mixed with inexplicable anger.

Boom, no matter whether Zhou Hao was in it or not, the power of thunder suddenly came. In Zhou Hao's eyes, the arrival of thunder seemed to arouse countless joy in the floating dragon pier.

The six evil poisonous clouds that rush into the night were torn apart by the crazy roaring thunder, and thousands of blood

Thunder, like a torrential rain, poured down. The floating dragon pier, countless broken bodies, and the ancient remnants of the armor, were suddenly lit up by the power of thunder.

roar!

With a silent long roar, Zhou Hao seemed to see countless monks celebrating the arrival of the thunder of heaven and earth. Under the will of the Fulong Pier, the Fulong Pier was transformed into the sky, and in the area of ​​hundreds of miles, the Fulong Pier was the core and extended to the surroundings.

The most central area is to talk about the six figures. These figures are simple and unpretentious, but they are thick and majestic, as if they are like sculptures. Even if the thunder of heaven and earth makes the originally shiny sky of will, which has been glorious and unobstructed, instantly become clear and slight, and seem to be younger, but there is still no movement.

On the outside, there are countless monks with incomplete bodies, magic weapons and war tools, which are the largest among the Fulong Pier. Compared with the outside, the genius monks who fought bloody battles and the great heroes, there are only thirty or fifty people.

When the thunder came, the one who changed the most and initially showed their interests was them. One of them was on the verge of breaking, with three-foot green edges in his palms broken, horizontal and vertical cracks, terrifying claw marks on the back of the head and back and blood that was about to burst out, under the thunder.

A lightning strike was successful, and every rift scar was squeezed out at a speed visible to the naked eye to squeeze out the slightest poisonous smoke. It was these evil spirits that corroded these monks. Even though the evil spirits and resentful spirits were still extremely tenacious in the past so many years.

Then the subtle thunder swept through the still intact part and drilled like the feet of these heroic spirits. The place was invisible to see the history, but it condensed the will-body body.

Boom, it seemed as if a shackle was lifted, a complete thunder not only allowed the illusory and broken general to remove cracks, but also seemed to be reborn.

Not only was a figure transforming like this, the first hundreds of thunder represent the power of heaven and earth, but under the will of the sky composed of residual thoughts, it turned into a great tonic medicine. During the battle outside, dozens of towering bodies all had murderous intent, and the crazy fighting spirits rushed to the night again. The violent combat power instantly allowed the strange creatures filled with evil thoughts of the four fields to clean up all the strange creatures filled with evil thoughts.

Dozens of figures swept away the evil thoughts of the resentful spirits and vented the stagnation in the chest. Suddenly, dozens of figures stepped up, as if thanking for the help outside the sky, and as if venting the fighting spirit in the heart, a sharp fighter jet condensed.

In Zhou Hao's eyes, with the will of seven or eight stone piers as the core, as if they were united and lateral, several figures emerged with a bang.

Zhou Hao's heart was still born in the battle formation, and he immediately understood what this was. It seemed that he was born with him, and he knew everything that these remnant souls did. Every fighting spirit made Zhou Hao's suppressed chest constantly swell. Deep in his soul, in the endless and long-lasting bloodline, a distant memory was quickly awakening.

In the extreme depth of Kachin's original land, the thunder that vented its anger was madly targeting not only the alien species below, the ant who dared to provoke the way of heaven, but also targeting that strange formation.

It can be said that 99% of the thunder were absorbed by the terrifying will sky on the Fulong Pier. Although this formation was cast in unknown years and months, and its original scale, now, the terrifying earth-breaking movements of the Kachin Original Deep Land, which is a radius of dozens of miles, is enough to prove the terrifying movement of this formation.

Zhou Hao transformed into a figure that had traveled through nothingness and time, watching the endless battle between the Dragon Pier, not him

Indulging in it, the soul seemed to be bound and could not be escaped. They could only passively accept the blood-spraying battles.

As for the thunder outside, even if the journey to start the Xuanwu Spirit Soul has begun, Zhou Hao cannot be distracted and maintained at all, and he is in a strange state of ignorance.

Buzz...

It seemed that it had been brewing for an extremely long time, but it seemed that in just a short moment, the battle formation constructed by the will of the remnant soul suddenly took shape, and eight-armed battle bodies appeared in the world.

Roar! Roar!...

Haotian Five Spirit Array

An extremely strange and awkward name sounded instantly in Zhou Hao's mind. The spirits of the battle formation formed by the will of the remnant souls have their own appearance.

The eight-armed battle spirit is just the most ordinary and easiest body to be refined. In the other place, a long giant beast with a length of hundreds of feet long, six claws flying into the air, a deer-anted crocodile's mouth, a snake body and fish scales, spit out a red flame to the sky, instantly burning the evil thoughts of the barely revealed spirits.

Such a battle formation has strong power and violent and terrifying methods, which are far more than an ordinary cultivator. It can be said that if the battle formation does not disperse and the formation spirit is not destroyed, a body of a formation spirit can hold one side, making it impossible for all the evil thoughts of all the evil spirits and the incomplete will of those strange creatures to cross the line.

Suddenly, an ordinary figure appeared inside the Fulong Pier. Under the will sky, all the fierce battles and crazy roars were suffocated. The figure was not the spirit of the battle formation, nor was it illusioned by the broken will. It was like a real body, slowly looking at Zhou Hao.

"A clan member after eternity! You finally appeared, the glory of the former gods is no longer there..."

"In order to eliminate the alien race, we have abandoned the foundation of the spiritual realm, and our self-exile has made the blood of the gods silent..."

Zhou Hao felt something, but he seemed to be dragged into a strange space by this strange phenomenon. There was a low voice in his ear, murmuring, countless mindless words were imprinted in his soul.

"The long years are so far away that I can't find my way back. The evil darkness of the alien race has made the blood of the gods increasingly withered. I thought that my own exile could prevent the human race from falling from the spiritual realm, but now it seems that what is destroyed is my Haotian gods' blood."

The bloodline of the Haotian Divine Clan, a message that Zhou Hao was almost obsessed with but puzzled, could never find a place to confirm it. Moreover, the method of the spiritual realm he practiced seemed to be unwilling to be by the laws of the great way of this world because of the bloodline. When he opened the spiritual realm, he had to face the layers of tribulation and thunder that even the cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm rarely faced.

"For the eternal bloodline, please be sure to leave this evil land after awakening the bloodline magical powers. This polluted land can no longer return to the spiritual realm..."

There was another whisper. In Zhou Hao's soul, it seemed like a shocking bolt from the blue. This is an evil land that cannot return to the spiritual realm...

As the sound continued to come, at this moment, it seemed that the instructions that had traveled through countless years finally found Zhou Hao on the other side of the Gate of Time and Space.
Chapter completed!