But suddenly I discovered that the three Zijians that I scattered out of my family were born at the same time, and the Mother Sword was even more excited and hard to bear, so I simply followed the will of the Mother Sword, followed the traces left by several Zijians, and quietly followed them.

After a long battle, Wanyan Zeyu's anger surged. No one could have been so difficult to deal with, which made him so embarrassed. Especially the two tribes behind him, who did not shut up when they saw the battle, or encouraged him, but kept talking like an enemy helper, which made people feel restless.

"Brother, don't be competitive. Let me help you with brothers and others. Let's go back early."

Another Wanyan Zeliang is even more annoying. The vast sea land is strange and inexplicable, but most of it is only mortals, but the monks seem to have never heard of bad news. On the contrary, this place may not be an opportunity for some monks, but most monks stay away from it.

This is also because the three of them did not surround Zhou Hao, but blocked the three directions except Hanhai. In their opinion, Zhou Hao, as a casual cultivator, was waiting here, and must have known the legend. Don’t you know that Zhou Hao’s eyes were completely dark and he didn’t know anything.

"Brother Zeyu, do you want to disturb the green ears in the vast sea? I know that you like curious, but it's better not to mess with the green ears in the vast sea, don't you think?"

"Shut up, you both are watching. If you don't take down this casual cultivator today, I will walk around the vast sea by myself?"

Zhou Hao was puzzled and didn't know what strange place there was in this vast sea. Because he was not sure where the crisis was, Zhou Hao never dared to fight with all his might. In other words, the time of these two incense sticks seemed to be much closer.

"Take it." Wanyan Zeyu also held back. Fighting is not a competition. She has no strength left. Once she encounters a passive attitude, she will not even have the chance to resist and escape. At this time, she is furious and directly uses her ultimate move.

Zhou Hao looked stern, and his soul glanced at dozens of miles again. If he still didn't find it, Zhou Hao was determined to resolve the battle. Although he had not tried his best to fight with the other party, if the other party and the other party worked together, he would probably not be able to escape. Taking this opportunity to cut off his wings, intimidate the other party, and then take the opportunity to escape, the right way is.

Wanyan Yingshuang was like Qingping. After surpassing the five Wanyan family's divorce letters, she suddenly accelerated. A foundation-building monk who dared to attack the Jindan monk surprised her heart.

Although it was just a surprise attack and no results were achieved, it was not ordinary for people with such courage. The letter Seven Swords and the Son Sword were scattered out, and with the help of the bloodline of the clan, everyone helped them to nourish and refine themselves, but the mother sword must be experienced in person.

The mother-fetal sword is a magic weapon, but it only needs blood refining for some reason to succeed. It is considered that his ancestor planned for the future and showed up for his second Nascent Soul cultivator. He tried his best to look up countless ancient books and created a sword of inheritance.

Therefore, the method of sacrifice and refining the mother sword is also extremely cruel, and his foundation-building cultivation is extremely powerful, and he naturally has a monster-like intuition about prey. In his opinion, the essence and blood of the monks are the best resource for raising peerless treasures. At this moment, he felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy and rushed forward at a rapid speed.

"Huh!" Zhou Hao glanced at the divine thoughts, and immediately aroused a terrifying crisis stings his soul. The woman who appeared was just too strong. Her breath was already extremely strong, but she was still not as stable as the spiritual weapon that was volatile, as if it was blood-colored lightning.

Everyone, there are only five thousand today. Please forgive me, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
Chapter completed!