"Wang Hao, you weren't crazy just now, why are you running away with your head in your arms now? What a bullshit, the number one genius of the human race, see if I crush you into mud!"
The ancient sage son of Zishan looked gentle and elegant, but once he broke out, he was quite cruel. He jumped up and flew up to the dark chariot, with a ferocious and fierce look on his face and violent arrogance.
"You are quite forced to activate this magic weapon. I think you will be powerful until when?" Wang Hao smiled coldly, avoided the edge for a while, and quickly retreated.
"You have some eyesight, but crushing your body is enough, and your mount can't last long."
The ancient sage son of Zishan smiled coldly.
Wang Hao looked at Prince Hawthorne and his brows frowned immediately.
The forty-nine golden crow flags sacrificed by Prince Hawthorne was too terrifying, suppressing the Tianma Qilin tightly. The power fluctuations in it still made Wang Hao feel frightened even though they were so far away.
"roar!"
The Tianma Qilin kept roaring, madly stimulating the Qilin's bloodline, but to no avail. The power of the Golden Crow Flag Formation was completely stimulated, and even the powerful powers in the Holy Terrain could be refined.
At this moment, Tianma Qilin had been tortured to death by the power of the formation, showing his evolutionary appearance, but the colorful scales had begun to soften and were almost falling off his body.
It once again suffered the pain of burning flames, almost melting into a pool of blood.
This is because Prince Hawthorne controlled the power of the Golden Crow Flag Formation and did not take any action. Otherwise, the Tianma Qilin would have been wiped out now.
Seeing that Tianma Qilin was so painful, Wang Hao was anxious, but he was entangled by the ancient sage son of Zishan.
He could fight attributable war with the ancient sage son of Zishan until he was powerless to activate the magical weapon chariot, but the Tianma Qilin could not afford it!
If it is not rescued, it will only end up dead!
Wang Hao cannot escape for the time being, so he can only place hope on others, but although the others are brave, they are also entangled.
The Four Evil Alliance is not a joke. It is composed of four Jedi, and its members are all ancient geniuses, and there are many peerless geniuses like the ancient sage son of Zishan.
Although the people in the deserted village fought hard, they were unable to step beyond the line. Moreover, Xuan Chen and Du Lei were injured, the situation took a sharp turn and there was a downward trend.
However, with Yun Nianfeng's Void Scepter responding, Wang Hao was not worried that they would be in danger of their lives.
and--
Wang Hao looked at Mu Xi and his eyes lit up.
Mu Xi's innate Taoist body is too strong, and the realm is almost invincible. Zhao Lin'er joined forces with dozens of ancient geniuses, but it was difficult to stop Mu Xi. She flew out one by one and killed most of them. Even Zhao Lin'er was injured.
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Mu Xi is the only one who has gained an advantage. The Four Evil Alliance cannot stop her at all. She is about to reach the Tianma Qilin.
"Let me learn the innate Taoist body for a while!"
At this time, a beautiful sound rang out between the world. Wang Hao's expression changed when he heard it. It was her!
Sure enough, a bright starlight seemed to fall from the sky, condensing into a graceful and graceful figure.
The ancient saint of the Sea of Stars - Xingchan!
Seeing her, Wang Hao's pupils shrank violently.
He is also an old acquaintance. He once fought with this woman and knew her terribleness.
Xing Chan actually appeared. Even if she was not Mu Xi's opponent, she could definitely entangle Mu Xi.
Wang Hao felt a little cold. At present, it seemed impossible to rescue Tianma Qilin.