The Fully Automatic System in Fantasy

These cultivators, who were transformed from the blood and tears of the Nuwa tribe, were all brave and not afraid of death. It is also a little stronger than the desolate beast Xianjun who surrendered to Tang Hao before.

In the face of so many monks, Xianjun Huang has some difficulty even dealing with it, let alone reporting the matter to Immortal Venerable Immortal.

But he didn't know, Tang Hao's heart was even more anxious, he thought that although this Great Desolation Sutra was difficult to obtain, and the Nuwa clan was also an immortal, it might not be impossible for him to obtain it even if he burst out with all his strength.

But in front of him, although these densely packed monks could not cause much harm to him, they really hindered his progress. What's more, at this moment, both the Dragon Blood Immortal Venerable and the Nuwa Clan entered the Spiritual Sea of ​​the Dragon Blood Immortal Venerable, and the battle situation was unknown. .

This made Tang Hao feel like he was on pins and needles, and the previous battle with the Demon Eye Immortal Lord and others made him a little tired, and he was actually entangled by this group of cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Haotian, do you have a solution?" Huang Xianjun looked anxious, and waved a Dao technique with his hands and feet. Although he couldn't kill those puppet cultivators, he could at least hold on for a while.

Tang Hao shook his head with a dignified expression: "If you really intend to listen to me, then reduce your breath to the middle stage of Immortal Monarch. Only in this way can your loss in battle be minimized. 99

Although there were ten thousand reluctance in his heart, Tang Hao still spoke out to remind Huang Xianjun that if he was defeated due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, then facing this army of monks alone would inevitably cause a lot of trouble.

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Huang Xianjun began to notice that Tang Hao's aura had always remained in the middle stage of Xianjun, and it was the kind that had just broken through.

This undoubtedly made him a little strange. To say that Tang Hao was able to kill two cultivators who were at the peak of the Immortal Monarch in the East China Sea in the middle stage of the Immortal Monarch, he would definitely not believe it, but why should he surrender himself to the realm now?

Now is not the time to speak, Huang Xianjun subconsciously obeyed Tang Hao's words.

As soon as the breath was adjusted to the middle stage of the Immortal Monarch, he immediately discovered the changes in his body. It is not an exaggeration to say that the spiritual power consumed by the original technique was exaggerated, but as his realm decreased, it gradually returned to the normal level. Huang Xianjun's current situation is tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow.

Looking at Tang Hao in amazement, Huang Xianjun pointed to heaven and earth after clenching his hands.

"The law of heaven and earth, impermanence is constant!"

Without the restraint of spiritual power consumption, Huang Xianjun finally broke out his technique of pressing the bottom of the box.

As his voice fell, the sky above the dense forest gradually turned brown, and the ground beneath his feet slowly showed a hint of blue.

A peculiar coercion emanated from Huang Xianjun, Tang Hao's eyes narrowed, this is the fluctuation of the immortal spirit power.

Although the techniques used by the puppet cultivators were bland and impermanent, even the quasi-emperor cultivators could easily control them, but the body was the body of a real immortal.

"Turn! 99

Huang Xianjun's eyes became empty, and a white light emitted from his mouth, instantly illuminating the world.

After a roar, Tang Hao found out that, with the generation of the magic of Huang Xianjun, the world turned around!

The top of the head is the ground, and the foot is the sky.

This is heaven and earth law!

It is by virtue of this method that the Desolate Immortal Monarch can sit on the throne of the Great Desolate Immortal Monarch for thousands of years. When the strange treasure appeared, he was named the President of the Thirteenth Northeast Realm by the Immortal Venerable Immortal.

At the moment when the Taoist method was formed, more than a dozen cultivators turned into dust, and the rest were shaky and seemed to dissipate at any time.

Tang Hao's heart raised a little bit of vigilance. It seemed that every cultivator who could become famous in this immortal world had his own secrets. This Desolate Immortal Monarch only seemed to play some clever tricks on weekdays.

According to Tang Hao's estimation, even a thousand-footed immortal might not be able to escape completely under this heaven and earth method.

With one blow, a dozen puppet Immortal Monarchs were beheaded, and the remaining dozens of them were shaken back. If other monks saw this scene, they would definitely be in awe of Desolate Immortal Monarch.

"Fellow Daoist Haotian, it's up to you. 35

This move obviously consumes a lot of Huang Xianjun. At this moment, looking at the remaining puppets, his lips are a little white, and cold sweat is dripping on his forehead.

Tang Hao took a deep breath: "I didn't expect fellow Daoist to have such a means, I admire it. 35

This kind of unconcealed integrity made Tang Hao's impression of this desolate immortal have changed a lot. Although he was intrigued on weekdays, but now for the sake of the South China Sea, he is still a person who can distinguish between big and small situations.

··0 Seeking flowers.....

Hearing Tang Hao's words of admiration, Xianjun Huang felt a little dark in his heart, and at this moment he waved his hands: "Compared to Daoist Haotian, I'm just an axe, and the other immortals must be coming soon, you and me. Just hold on for a while longer."

Tang Hao smiled and pulled out the Dragon Slaying Sword with his right hand: "It's good to ask fellow Daoist Huangtian to explain to me in a while."

When he was wondering why Tang Hao said this, Huang Xianjun was shocked to find that the spiritual power in Tang Hao at this moment was so abundant that he could not imagine that the spiritual energy that overflowed from his body was enough to destroy the already in his body. Most of the missing spiritual sea is filled.

Without focusing on the puppet monk in front of him, Tang Hao fixed his eyes on the place where the Dragon Blood Immortal and the Nuwa tribe disappeared before.

"Dao Xuan Sword Art!

As soon as the sword art came out, the world returned to its original state in the blink of an eye, but the sound of sword chants could not be heard.

Huang Xianjun's breath was stagnant, such a strong murderous aura, it was the first time he had ever seen Tang Hao, how many people did this guy kill to have such a fierce murderous aura.

In fact, these evil spirits were not brought by Tang Hao, but after he experienced the war between the South China Sea and the North Sea, the God-Slaughter Spear was automatically collected, so when it is released at this moment, it can cover the area of ​​10,000 miles including the dense forest. Time is dark.

Tang Hao, who had never tried to split the spiritual world, finally decided to go all out this time.

The Great Desolation Sutra, he is bound to win!

The Dragon Slaying Sword seemed to sense Tang Hao's intentions, and the originally golden sword edge gradually turned blood red after absorbing the surrounding blood energy.

This is the difference between the Divine Soldier and the Divine Soldier. Although the former can condense a powerful enough soul, it cannot feel the master's emotions, while the latter has a sense of agility and can feel the changes in the master's mood at all times.

The strong killing intent suddenly came, and Huang Xianjun was extremely shocked in his heart. He looked at the cold air exhaled from his mouth, and he couldn't believe it.

There was even a little snow falling in the sky above the dense forest.

You know, this is almost impossible in the extremely arid wasteland.

The only thing that can be explained is that Tang Hao's killing intent was too strong.