There is a dragon tomb inside me

Chapter 175 Wait, Are You Martial Emperor?
Black mist entangles.

The endless black mist gushing out of the ground, like the sea swallowing countless news, entangled Gu Hao tightly.

Dare not to have the slightest carelessness.

The golden soul-devouring dragon spirit wheel condensed on the back exploded with domineering dragon power, and began to tear apart the black mist surrounding it fiercely.

"Hey, you actually have a dragon spirit wheel, not bad, not bad."

Surprised voices slowly came from within the black mist.

Facing a surprise attack from a Martial Ancestor Realm, Gu Hao was also furious.

The black mist spirit wheel is ever-changing, and is most suitable for sneak attacks and assassinations.

The assassination and sneak attack of a second-level Martial Ancestor Realm did bring him a lot of trouble.

The Illusory Leaf of the God of Silence appeared in his hand, and the six bone nails of killing the gods were shot out one after another.

Boom boom boom!
One after another, the God Slaughtering Bone Nails were fiercely nailed to the surrounding black mist.

"Break it for me!"

Gritting his teeth, he let out a deep roar, and must break through the black mist spirit wheel as soon as possible.

With the help of the superposition of the two treasures, the surrounding black mist was instantly torn apart.

"impossible!"

An angry roar sounded.

Followed by.

The black mist disappeared, and then a figure condensed, covered in black clothes, and the spirit wheel condensed behind it was also a black mist.

"Who are you?"

"Blood Slaughter Sect, Qi Chang."

Qi Chang, from the Blood Slaughter Sect, a second-level Martial Ancestor Realm, possesses the Black Mist Spirit Wheel.

With some admiration in his eyes, Qi Chang said: "You can resist my Black Mist Spirit Wheel at the Martial Emperor Realm. Judging by your strength, it's not bad. I don't want to embarrass you. I hand over the six nails you just cast. let you go."

The voice just fell.

Don't even wait for Qi Chang to continue talking nonsense.

One after another, the god-killing bone nails broke through, breaking through layers of space, carrying waves of extremely terrifying killing intent, overwhelming the entire world.

"Grass!"

Feeling Qi Chang being targeted by the murderous intent, he cursed fiercely, his eyes were somewhat fearful, the six nails in the opponent's hand were so domineering that they could break open his spirit wheel.

Taking advantage of Qi Chang's dodging gap, Gu Hao cast the superimposed shadow technique, and the figure had quickly disappeared. When Qi Chang reacted, he found that the other party's figure was gone.

Absolute shame!

Thinking of him as a dignified second-level Martial Ancestor, how could he not feel angry when he was escaped by a little Martial Emperor right under his nose.

"I want to see where you can go."

Qi Chang didn't care about the other party's life or death at all. The only thing he cared about was the six nails in the young man's hand.

With the help of the superimposed shadow technique, Gu Hao's speed soared to the limit.

Gradually.

Gu Hao entered an area with rich spiritual power, which was three times higher than that of the outside world, which was very suitable for warriors to cultivate.

In the Zihuang battlefield, beware of sneak attacks everywhere, and even be assassinated by the Martial Ancestor.

Mountain peaks are layered on top of each other, and the endless void is full of stars, and the dense starlight dots the entire sky.

Every ancient tree has experienced countless years of precipitation, and I don't know how many reincarnations it has experienced, and countless branches spread towards the surroundings.

"My grass, it turned out to be a nine-color lotus seed. How could such a good thing appear here?"

"It's really nine-color lotus seeds, we've developed."

Under a giant tree, among the extremely concealed grass, there is a small tree the size of a palm, with a lotus seed the size of a fingernail bearing on it. If you look carefully, the whole lotus seed has nine colors, layered on top of each other. is pretty.

Nine-color lotus seeds.

Just when the two had just picked the nine-color lotus seeds.

A terrifying killing intent enveloped the two of them in an instant, and then, the domineering palm prints were superimposed one after another, and a total of nine palm prints superimposed and bombarded them.

Boom boom boom!
Before the two Wu Zunjing could even react, they were blown away by palm prints, spurting blood continuously, looking at the man in front of them, they said angrily, "Are you fucking sick? We provoked you!" ?”

Hearing this, Gu Hao was a little amused. Killing can be seen everywhere in the Zihuang battlefield. If you don't take the initiative to provoke others, it doesn't mean you will be safe.

Looking at the nine-color lotus seeds in the hands of the two, Gu Hao said impatiently: "Hand over the nine-color lotus seeds, you two can get lost, otherwise, this is your burial place."

Their faces were very ugly, and they tightly held the nine-color lotus seeds in their hands. The two of them were really unwilling. After all, the value of the nine-color lotus seeds was placed outside, and they were priceless treasures.

How willing to hand it over like this.

Can you not pay?

Just when the two were hesitating, not knowing whether they should hand over the nine-color lotus seeds.

"Wait, are you the Martial Emperor?"

Feeling the aura emanating from the young man, the two of them were completely overwhelmed. They really didn't expect that the person who had just severely injured them was just a small Martial Emperor.

Entering the Zihuang battlefield, Gu Hao did not hide his aura.

The Emperor Wu dared to sneak attack on the two Martial Venerables. He was really brave enough. No matter how powerful the Emperor Wu was, a sneak attack was always a sneak attack, and the gap between the two was difficult to bridge.

After feeling the other party's aura, just after the Martial Emperor's aura, the fear just now disappeared, and the eyes of the two turned cold instantly.

"Boy, I think you are impatient."

Gu Hao didn't care about the contempt of the two.

Wu Zun is stronger than Wu Huang, this is a well-known thing.

Not wanting to continue talking nonsense, Gu Hao was not interested in sneak attacking the two Martial Lords. The reason why he made the move was mainly because of the nine-color lotus seeds in their hands.

Nine-color lotus seeds are definitely a good thing.

With one lunge, Gu Hao's figure instantly disappeared in place while performing the superimposed shadow technique, leaving behind afterimages, and then he cast the curse of death.

"Walk."

The injuries of the two are not serious, no matter whether they can resist it or not, they are unwilling to entangle, and leave first.

Needless to say, the temptation of the nine-color lotus seeds, once locked by others, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Want to go?"

With a sneer, Gu Hao's offensive rushed like the sea, and the rolling black mist began to cover the two of them.

"Desolation kills the dead finger, and the sky punishes it with one finger."

The domineering finger pierces through layers of space without giving them any chance to react. It directly penetrates between the eyebrows of the two, and comes in front of the two in one step. With the help of the Devouring Spirit Wheel condensed from behind, it begins to devour the souls of the two crazily .

Gu Hao, who ingested the soul and successfully obtained the nine-color lotus seeds, turned around and ran away quickly without the slightest hesitation.

"Nine-color lotus seeds are actually nine-color lotus seeds that have been bred for a hundred years, not bad."

Looking at the nine-color lotus seed in his hand, Gu Hao didn't think much, and directly put it into the space ring, and when he had time, he would incorporate the nine-color lotus seed into the elixir.

On the Zihuang battlefield under the night, there are killings everywhere, frontal fights, sneak attacks from behind, the roar of spirit beasts, and the roar of warriors spread throughout the entire Zihuang battlefield.

Endless killing intent swept across the entire battlefield, roaring crazily like a sandstorm.

(End of this chapter)