Seeing that after the fourth Jun Yang bottle was accepted by Han Zhao, he was still in the restraint, waiting for the fifth Jun Yang bottle to fall. The disciples of the aristocratic families in the field finally couldn't sit still.
"It's too much!"
"Han Zhao, don't go too far!"
When Han Zhao heard this, he just glanced at it and then looked at the Heavenly Palace above.
"you!"
"Arrogant!"
The disciples of the surrounding aristocratic families were furious.
If Han Zhao said a word, they wouldn't be so angry.
This doesn't take them seriously at all!
"Han Zhao, this is not the Zhongzhou Trial. Those who are waiting for us to come in are all true bodies! If you can exert your full strength, don't you really think that one person can fight against all of us?"
Wang Xueji of the Wang family stood up from the magic circle and looked around at the disciples of the family.
"Even if you really have this strength, aren't you afraid of the family behind us?"
"How arrogant you are here, how miserable you will be when you go out!"
The children of the aristocratic family were incited by Wang Xueji and regained their confidence.
The powerful family behind them is also part of their strength.
Even if Han Zhao snatches all the Junyang bottles by himself and takes away all the "Qiantian Essence" and "Tianwai Xuanying", what will happen?
After leaving Qiantian Palace, is he useful?
At this time, Han Zhao caught the fifth Junyang bottle and put it into the Xumi bag.
He looked at Wang Xueji, and before the sixth Junyang bottle fell, he said, "Come in."
"I" Wang Xueji's expression froze.
This Qiantian Palace was once a secret realm specially reserved for warriors by a certain true king to conduct trials. The upper limit of the warriors who entered here was the second-turn seven evils.
However, there is no limit to the combat power of warriors. Even if they can exert the combat power of the ninth-turn pseudo-supernatural power, they will not be suppressed.
Those with the spirit beast bloodline and children of aristocratic families are limited to three bloodline awakenings and the ninth level snake level.
They also carry magic talismans given by their ancestors, which can exert the power of a first-level weapon wielder and a first-level spirit summoner.
It's just that this is not used to meet the enemy, but to save lives.
As soon as the magic talisman is released, the user will be immediately expelled from Qiantian Palace if he is not a warrior.
Therefore, the proportion of battle losses for the children of aristocratic families and those with spirit beast blood in Qiantian Palace was much lower than in the Zhongzhou Trial.
However, with the power and speed of Han Zhao's attack just now, Wang Xueji felt that if she faced Han Zhao alone, she might not even have a chance to activate the magic talisman.
Seeing that Wang Xueji was speechless, Han Zhao ignored it and concentrated on waiting for the sixth Junyang bottle to fall.
"you"
Seeing that Han Zhao was not threatened at all, Wang Xueji had no choice.
The other children of the aristocratic families are not stupid either. Although they talk loudly, no one comes forward at all.
The restriction can only accommodate up to four people. Even if it is three against one, they feel they have little chance of winning.
Even if he could win, no one could guarantee that he would be killed by Han Zhao with a desperate blow.
They can only be patient for the time being, wait until they enter the inner hall of Qiantian Palace, and then join forces to kill him. When the time comes, they will each rely on their own abilities to snatch the Junyang bottle from him.
"Qiantian Jingqi" has limited effect on the children of the Shenbing family. The main reason why the children of the Shenbing family enter is to encircle and suppress the warriors, and at the same time snatch the "Qiantian Jingqi" to recruit martial arts geniuses.
On the contrary, it is of great benefit to warriors and those with spirit beast bloodline.
"Whoosh!"
The sixth Junyang bottle fell.
Han Zhao stretched out his hand to take it.
Suddenly, a young man in white flew out of the mountain peak. He had a handsome appearance and lively eyes.
"Chen Xiao?!"
"Well done!"
"Let Han Zhao see the strength of my family!"
The disciples of the aristocratic families in the array were all excited when they saw Shen Xiao, a direct descendant of the Shen family among the five major surnames in the Wei Kingdom, taking action.
Shen Xiao should not be Han Zhao's opponent, but a desperate blow may not be able to hurt Han Zhao. In this way, when they enter the inner hall of Qiantian Palace, they can kill Han Zhao at a smaller price.
"Who are you? Shen Xiao." Han Zhao glanced at the young man in white and recognized him as Shen Xiao.
After all, I got millions of taels of gold and a lot of magic gold from him, so I was very impressed.
"It's rare that Brother Han still remembers me." Shen Xiao bowed his hands.
"What? You want to snatch this Junyang bottle from me?" Han Zhao said with an indifferent expression.
"Brother Han is joking. Brother Han is so powerful. Who dares to show off his power? At least I don't dare." Shen Xiao smiled bitterly.
"Then what do you mean?" Han Zhao raised his eyebrows.
"There are eighteen Junyang bottles in total. Brother Han probably won't be able to use that many, so I want to buy one from Brother Han. What do you think of Brother Han?" Shen Xiao explained the purpose of her visit carefully, not daring to get too close to Han Zhao. .
With that said, Shen Xiao took out a bulging black sumeru bag from his arms.
"Oh?" Han Zhao was surprised, "I won't accept gold now."
As soon as Shen Xiao heard what Han Zhao said, he knew something was going on and quickly said: "The stuff here is full of magic gold. It was prepared before I came in. Please take a look at it, Brother Han."
After saying that, Shen Xiao activated the power of her blood and sent the Xumi bag in front of Han Zhao.
Han Zhao took the Xumi bag, penetrated his spiritual thoughts into it, and said lightly: "I'm not as good as I used to be."
Han Zhao paused for a moment, his pupils narrowed slightly, he suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to raise, and his face was expressionless.
"Brother Han? I wonder if Brother Han is satisfied with this number?" Shen Xiao was a little uneasy.
Ever since the news about Han Zhao and the three sisters of the Lian family killing the second-level commander of Corpse Soul Valley spread throughout Dongsheng Continent, he had considered in advance what would happen if Han Zhao broke through the siege of the family and successfully entered Qiantian Palace.
Although he did not expect that Han Zhao would monopolize the Junyang bottle, he considered that if he faced Han Zhao, the magic gold might be able to save his life at a critical moment.
So he told the Shen family ancestor his thoughts.
Although Shen Xiao was scolded by the ancestor and said that he had no ambition, the ancestor finally prepared thousands of magic gold for him before he entered Qiantian Palace in case of emergency.
I didn’t expect to actually use it!
Without the "Qiantian Essence", even with Shen Xiao's talent, there is only a 20% chance of completing the fourth bloodline awakening and becoming a first-level spirit summoner standing on the top of all living beings.
And with the "Qiantian Essence", he can increase the probability of breakthrough by another 20%.
Therefore, Shen Xiao is determined to obtain the "Qiantian Essence"!
Compared with achieving the Spirit Summoner, thousands of magic gold are nothing.
"It's only a few thousand pieces of magic gold, but you also want to buy a Junyang bottle?" Han Zhao glanced at Shen Xiao.
"What!!"
"Thousands of magic gold?!"
The children of the aristocratic family in the field were shocked when they heard this.
Thousands of magic gold are enough to buy an ordinary first-level magic weapon in the outer world.
"Brother Han, this is already my limit, and these magic gold are all borrowed from my ancestors. The most I can do is swear by the oath of heaven. If I become a spirit summoner one day, I will pay double the magic gold. You." Shen Xiao gritted his teeth, he really didn't have a piece of magic gold left.
"The oath of heaven is no longer necessary." Han Zhao said calmly.
"Brother Han?!" Shen Xiao was anxious. He also knew that Han Zhao would face a lifeless situation if he went out, but even if he became a spirit summoner, he would not be able to get thousands of pieces of magic gold right away.
Whoosh!
Han Zhao threw the Junyang bottle in his hand towards Shen Xiao.
Shen Xiao was startled and hurriedly took the Junyang bottle. Once this thing comes into contact with the restriction, it will completely dissipate. What a danger!
"Give the Shen family some face and make friends." Han Zhao smiled lightly.
Even in the simulation, the Shen family never tripped him up, let alone chased him down.
If everyone had the same attitude as Shen Xiao, even a wealthy family would still be able to make friends.
"Thank you, Brother Han!" Shen Xiao was overjoyed. She cupped her fists and saluted Han Zhao, then flew out of the restriction and returned to the magic circle, as if she was afraid that Han Zhao would regret it.
"Is this okay?"
Everyone looked confused.
It is said that Han Zhao regards wealth as his life and is just pretending.
This is actually true!
Seeing Shen Xiao obtain the Junyang bottle in this way, a young man with a horn on his forehead flew into the forbidden area and raised his hand to Han Zhao.
"Since you have sold face to the Shen family, why not sell face to me, Jiuyou Mansion. After I get out, I will be in front of Lord Killing King."
boom--!
Before the young man could finish his words, Han Zhao on the other side suddenly clapped his hand, and a flame the size of a broad bean suddenly flew out, swelled in the wind, and instantly expanded into a huge fireball with a diameter of more than twenty meters.
The power of extreme heat seemed to distort the void.
"Han Zhao, how dare you!"
The true power of the sun is approaching in an instant, and the young man has no time to escape from the restriction, so he can only transform into a demon and release a shield and a pseudo-magical weapon to resist.
However, his protective pseudo-magical weapon could only resist for less than a breath before it was shattered by the True Gang of the Sun, and his whole body was directly sublimated under the high temperature.
Even if it is just a small magical power, under the stimulation of mana, it is not something that a snake-level demon can compete with.
Except for the broken fragments of the pseudo-divine weapon, there was no trace of the young man's body.
"Face is given by others, not something you ask for. Besides," Han Zhao said coldly.
"I hate the words Jiuyoufu the most!"
As he spoke, Han Zhao waved his sleeves, collected the seventh Junyang bottle, and put the fragments of the divine weapon into the Sumeru bag.
quiet!
Deathly silence!
Everyone could even hear their own accelerated heartbeats.
Demons are known for their powerful physical defense, and their opponents also have defensive magic weapons.
The big demon at the ninth level of the snake level, coupled with the defensive magic weapon, can withstand even a few attacks from the first-level weapon wielder.
But in front of Han Zhao, he was like paper.
Moreover, Han Zhao still used completely different martial arts than before.
Every move is an instant kill!
Han Zhao gave everyone the same feeling as when they faced the military commander.
So powerless!
I thought Han Zhao was still a little afraid of the family behind them.
Now it seems that it all depends on his mood.
Even if he enters the inner hall of Qiantian Palace and besieges him, how much will it cost?
What they come in with is the original body and only has one life.
Talent, strength, background.
All the people's pride and reliance were completely shattered in the face of Han Zhao's absolute strength.
At this moment, there is no one who can even speak harshly.
"Cousin, Brother Yu." Seeing Han Zhao put one Junyang bottle after another into the Xumi bag, Cao Wuyu became anxious and looked at Cao Xuan and Yu Chongxiao.
Without the Junyang bottle, it would be much more troublesome to collect the "Qiantian Essence", and the quantity would be greatly reduced.
Cao Xuan looked at Yu Chongxiao and sent a message from his spiritual mind: "Brother Yu, what do you think?"
"I will try my best and I should be able to take ten of his moves." Yu Chongxiao sent a message to Cao Xuan and Cao Wuyu.
He looked at Han Zhao with an unprecedented look in his eyes that maybe even he didn't know about.
"If he had tried his best just now." Yu Chongxiao added.
Cao Wuyu's eyes widened. Although Yu Chongxiao was a pure warrior, Cao Wuyu had always been convinced by him.
Yu Chongxiao's skills are superior to those of the entire younger generation of the Cao family, and his strength is second only to his cousin Cao Xuan, who was personally taught by his ancestor.
Cao Xuan's eyes changed for a while, and finally he sighed: "I guess it's about the same."
"There is no one before and no one since." Yu Chongxiao's eyes lit up.
"If I use the talisman given by my ancestor," Cao Wuyu was still a little unwilling.
"The difference in strength is such that even if the three of us work together to use the talisman, the result will not change." Cao Xuan shook his head helplessly.
Thirty years since he became famous, he has few opponents. For the first time, he has experienced the feeling of being left far behind by his peers. Maybe those who were surpassed by him back then also felt this way.
"If he doesn't die, he will definitely achieve supernatural powers in the Origin Realm and become the first peerless Martial God in thousands of years!" Yu Chongxiao's heart boiled with enthusiasm. This was the dream he had been pursuing all his life!
"Even if you enter the inner hall, you must not make an enemy of him. Brother Yu already has a Junyang bottle, so don't make any extra trouble." Cao Xuan said again.
"Then we can only wait for him to go out."
Cao Wuyu sighed and completely gave up the idea of competing with Han Zhao.
Until the eighteenth Jun Yang bottle fell, Han Zhao pocketed it again, left the restriction, returned to the magic circle and sat down, no one from the aristocratic family dared to step forward.
Eighteen Junyang vases, Yu Chongxiao, Qi Yuntian, Qi Xuanming, and Shen Xiao each got one.
Han Zhao only got fourteen.
"Brother, Brother Han has such strength and foundation, is there really no way to keep him?" Qi Xuanming looked at Han Zhao who returned to the magic circle and closed his eyes to rest, and sent a message to Qi Yuntian through his spiritual mind.
Qi Yuntian raised his head and looked at the inner hall of Qiantian Palace hanging high above the crowd. He remained silent and slowly closed his eyes.
"Senior brother!" Qi Xuanming's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
Could it be that this vast world cannot accommodate a genius like Han Zhao?
"The only one who can save him is himself." Qi Yuntian looked sad.
Qi Xuanming clenched his fists tightly, full of reluctance and resentment. He really wanted to use his sword to clean up the world and restore peace to the warriors!
On the other side, Han Zhao, who seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, was actually settling scores in his heart.
In the previous simulations, either the Qiantian Junyang Pot was not found, or the Qiantian Junyang Pot was found, but the artifact spirit was not in the pot and could not be forcibly taken away.
This Qiantian Junyang pot absorbs the spiritual energy from the nine heavens and then puts it into the pot to refine it into "Qiantian Essence".
The "Qiantian Essence" in the inner hall of Qiantian Palace is only a part of the Qiantian Junyang Pot that overflowed.
The weapon spirit of the Qiantian Junyang Pot will wake up every time the Qiantian Palace is opened, and then collect the "Qiantian Essence" that overflows from the inner hall, so it may appear in any place where the "Qiantian Essence" is relatively strong. place.
In the previous simulation, Han Zhao collected nine Junyang bottles and gave the other half to Qi Yuntian and Qi Xuanming.
He filled nine Junyang bottles with "Qiantian Essence". Although the weapon spirits were attracted, they were not willing to follow him.
Fourteen Junyang bottles are already too many. Even if you get all eighteen, there is no point.
"We can only find the weapon spirit first."
Han Zhao thought to himself.
"The inner sanctum is open!"
I don’t know how long it took, but someone shouted.
Han Zhao shifted his attention from the system panel and looked upward.
I saw the golden light of the Heavenly Palace hanging high in the sky, casting seventy-two light curtains down, falling just on the magic circle.
At this moment, including the magic circle where no one was standing, all the magic circles were activated at the same time.
Everyone was brought into the inner hall of Qiantian Palace in the golden light.
Han Zhao felt a trance before his eyes, and then he appeared in a huge hall-like hall. Looking up, he could not see the ceiling at all.
At the end of the hall, there are five bronze doors tens of meters high, with the five characters of gold, wood, water, fire and earth written on them.
After a while, the children of the aristocratic family appeared in the hall one after another.
Soon, sixty-eight people gathered here.
Many people looked at Han Zhao at the front of the crowd with malicious expressions and exchanged glances with each other.
"If you don't take action, I will leave first." Han Zhao suddenly turned around and looked at the disciples of the aristocratic families in the field.
It's a bit difficult to deal with so many people at once, especially since many of them can use magic spells at the level of wielders.
But that's all.
As long as you can't hit him, no matter how powerful the attack is, there's no point.
However, if there is a big melee, it will easily affect Qi Yuntian and Qi Xuanming.
And there are many people here who have no grudges against them.
Han Zhao suddenly turned around and spoke, startling the children of the aristocratic family who were behind him.
The disciples of the aristocratic family who had been secretly transmitting messages just now suddenly became ostriches, and no one was willing to take the lead in jumping out.
"Ha." Han Zhao smiled faintly and walked towards the bronze door with the word "water" written on it.
When Han Zhao disappeared, someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Oops! He frightened me!"
"Damn! How could I forget!"
"Behind this water palace is the lake of weak water! The weak water is extremely heavy. Once it touches the weak water, the meridians of the whole body will be blocked. If you fall to the bottom of the lake on the spot, even the power of the magic weapon will be washed away by the weak water."
"I also heard from the elders in the clan that no matter whether you use magic weapons or spiritual weapons, you can't fly across the weak water lake. Only mana can compete with it!"
"Han Zhao has condensed the five-color peacock martial arts will and is very likely to fly across the weak water. He just bluffed and obviously wanted to hide on the other side of the weak water lake."
"There is a large amount of "Qian Tian Essence" gathered on the small island in the middle of the weak water lake, and he cannot be allowed to get it alone!"
Everyone was talking a lot, trying to incite others to join forces to deal with Han Zhao.
Ancient anecdotal records once recorded: Fenglin Island is located in the center of the West Sea, an area of 1,500 miles away. The island is surrounded by weak water on all sides, and it cannot be crossed even if a feather does not float.
Han Zhao went to Shuifu, obviously he didn't have the confidence to deal with so many of them!
"You can go if you want. I won't accompany you." Shen Xiao bowed his hands to everyone and flew towards the Tufu. He has the blood of the Earthly Bear, and the matching of attributes will benefit him the most.
Yu Chongxiao rushed to Jin Mansion without saying a word, and Cao Xuan and Cao Wuyu also followed.
In the end, most of the children of the aristocratic families avoided the Water Mansion that Han Zhao chose and chose the other four mansions.
However, there were still more than a dozen people who were incited, or they wanted to seek wealth through danger! Entered the water mansion.
As long as Han Zhao is exposed to weak water, they may not have no chance of winning, and at worst, they will come out again.
On the other side, as soon as Han Zhao entered the Water Mansion, a lake appeared in front of him that could not be seen to the edge.
There is an island in the middle of the lake.
"Is this Ruoshui Lake?" Han Zhao looked at the calm river with a focused gaze.
During the simulation, the spirit of Qiantian Junyang Pot appeared in every mansion.
Han Zhao came to Shuifu mainly because it was the most dangerous place and there were very few people coming from generation to generation, so the "Qian Tian Essence" was the most abundant.
It is very likely that the weapon spirit will come here first.
"The thunder is loud and the raindrops are small, but my words are in vain."
Han Zhao glanced at the halo gate behind him and saw that no one was coming to die. He jumped up and turned into a five-color peacock in mid-air, fluttering his wings and flying to the other side of the weak water lake.
"Good weight!"
As soon as Han Zhao flew out of the shore, he felt a majestic force falling on him. Although he had predicted the situation in the simulation, he was still surprised.
He immediately used Three Spirits to Unite.
The mana in the body increased greatly.
He flapped his wings suddenly and flew twenty meters above the lake.
"If we can collect this weak water to fight against the enemy, ordinary soldiers and spirit summoners will definitely suffer big losses if they are caught off guard." Han Zhao thought to himself.
It's a pity that this weak water is so heavy that even a high-level spiritual weapon vase cannot ingest it.
The journey from the shore to the island in the middle of the lake was less than ten miles, but Han Zhao consumed more than 70% of his mana.
Han Zhao fell on the island, and a gauze-like golden mist filled the air.
This is the thin "Qian Tian Jing Qi".
Just by gently inhaling it, Han Zhao felt that the magic power in his body was a little more active.
Han Zhao lifted the three spirits into one, and "King Kong" and "Demon Flame" fell beside him.
Han Zhao handed the Jun Yang bottle to them and asked them to collect the "Qian Tian Essence" while he started practicing on the spot.
Han Zhao practiced for three days in a row, and there were faint signs of his spiritual thoughts transforming into magical power.
But the weapon spirit of Qiantian Junyang pot never appeared.
Han Zhao patiently continued to practice for five days.
"King Kong" and "Magic Flame" continuously put the "Qiantian Essence" into bottles, refined it, and then gave it to Han Zhao.
During this period, "King Kong" and "Magic Flame" also saw two "Tianwai Xuanying" falling from the sky.
Han Zhao immediately used the three spirits to merge into one, transformed into a five-color peacock, and caught the two "Xuanying from Heaven".
Just like that, the time came to the fifteenth day.
"Who?!" Han Zhao, who was sitting cross-legged to gather his magic power, suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the right.
Just now, his mind noticed a nearly transparent shadow shaking slightly.
At this time, the transparent shadow quickly appeared and turned into a young-looking boy in black.
"You can actually find traces of me below the level of supernatural powers. Have you practiced some secret technique to strengthen your spiritual thoughts?"
The young man stepped forward curiously.
"Are you the weapon spirit of Qiantian Junyang Pot?" Han Zhao's eyes narrowed.
"You even know this?" The young man was stunned, a little surprised.
"I have practiced the first two levels of the Zuowang Sutra: Shenyou Chapter." Han Zhao answered Qi Ling's question just now.
"You can actually master Taiyi Emperor's skills before you reach the level of supernatural power? Are you his descendant?" The young man looked surprised.
"Emperor?" Han Zhao was puzzled.
"Three calamities below the Cave Heaven Realm, one is called the True Monarch. Three calamities above, one is the Emperor. Emperors are also extremely powerful in the heaven realm. My former master 'Shi Yang Zhenren' is the Three Calamities True Monarch, but he is in the realm of transcendence. It failed during the fourth calamity." The young man said with some sadness at the end.
"True King, Emperor." Han Zhao learned about the realm after heaven and man for the first time.
"By the way, there is an aura about you that makes me feel very comfortable. What is that?" the young man asked curiously, and the topic kept jumping.
"Want to know? If you follow me, I'll tell you." Han Zhao said with a smile.
"Forget it, the master asked me to wait for a warrior with a Nine Yang Spirit Body to appear. I can't go with you." The young man shook his head.
"I have a Heavenly Dragon spirit body plus a flawless body, but it's not as good as a Nine-Yang spirit body?!" Han Zhao said hurriedly.
"I want to wait for the Nine Yang Spirit Body." The young man insisted.
"Why are you so stubborn?" Han Zhao was helpless.
"My son is a three-yang body, and sooner or later he will evolve into a nine-yang spirit body!" Han Zhao said again.
He remembered that when Han Yan entered Qiantian Palace in the simulation, it seemed that he was only a three-yang body and had not yet evolved into a nine-yang spirit body.
"Then let him in." The young man muttered.
"My son is only eight years old. The next time the Qiantian Palace opens, he will be 68 years old and has exceeded the age limit for entry." Han Zhao explained.
"That's okay. I can open Qiantian Palace in advance. I can afford to wait." The young man said.
"Nowadays, the magical weapon families and the powerful spiritual beast families outside control the way to progress, and warriors have no way to survive. If I can't successfully attack the magical realm here, I will die if I go out. My son doesn't have me as a backer, and he won't be able to take you with him when he comes in. ." Han Zhao said in a deep voice.
"This" young man hesitated.
"Don't you want to become an innate spiritual treasure? My daughter has the body of the Holy Spirit and will evolve into an innate holy body sooner or later. When the time comes, let her give you that ray of chaos." Han Zhao struck while the iron was hot.
"Really?!" The young man's eyes lit up.
"Of course!" Han Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking he was very principled.
"I can't pretend I didn't hear what you said!" At this time, the Xuanling War Box behind Han Zhao opened wide, and the magic dragon blade flew out. Xuanyi crossed his arms and looked at Han Zhao with an unkind expression.
"Are you also an acquired spiritual treasure?" The young man looked surprised when he saw Xuan Yi, and immediately bowed his hands: "My name is Taihao, I have met fellow Taoist priests."
When Xuan Yi saw this, his face brightened slightly, and he cupped his hands towards the young man: "My name is Xuan Yi."
"It seems that what you just said is true." Taihao turned to look at Han Zhao.
"Hmph!" Xuan Yi snorted coldly.
Seeing this, Han Zhao quickly put his arms around his shoulders and pulled him aside.
Immediately afterwards, he used a magic barrier to isolate the sound and mental power.
"What?" Xuan Yi said displeased.
"Boss Xuan Yi, you are confused! Without his help, I will die if I go out. Who will give you the energy of chaos then?" Han Zhao said quickly.
"What do you mean?" Xuan Yi was stunned.
"Deceive him first and get enough "Qiantian Essence" first!" Han Zhao responded.
"You are so treacherous!" Xuan Yi looked a little weird: "But it is also good for him to let him know the dangers of the human race."
"Yeah." Han Zhao nodded repeatedly.
After coaxing Xuan Yi, Han Zhao removed the magic barrier.
"Fellow Taoist Taihao, how are you thinking?" Han Zhao looked at the young man with a smile.
"You have to make an oath of heaven!" Taihao said in a deep voice.
"No problem. If I don't hand over the energy of chaos to fellow Taoist Taihao in the future, I will die from a thunderstorm and my body and soul will be destroyed!" Han Zhao raised his hand and made an oath of heaven.
Xuanyi: (￣□￣;)
"So simple?!" This made Taihao feel unconfident.
"I, Han Zhao, always keep my word, don't worry!" Han Zhao patted his chest.
"I can go with you, but I can't recognize you as my master now unless you hand over the energy of chaos to me." Taihao said sternly.
"Then you can give me a little "Qiantian Essence" first, so that I can reach the magical realm and get through the current level, okay?" Han Zhao asked.
"This is fine. There is so much "Qiantian Essence" in the Qiantian Junyang Pot that it is almost overflowing. You can use as much as you want." Taihao nodded.
"Then you still collect the spilled "Qian Tian Essence"?" Han Zhao was stunned.
"Because it's boring." Taihao said seriously.
"." Han Zhao really couldn't refute.
"Here comes the pot!" Taihao waved.
Han Zhao suddenly felt that the sky was getting dark.
He looked up and saw a hundred-foot golden pot lying across the sky.
"It's a bit much, pick it up!" Taihao reminded.
"Wow~!"
The liquefied "Qian Tian Essence" pours down like a wave.
"Good luck!" Han Zhao was overjoyed. The ten heavenly veins in his body were opened wide, absorbing them with all their strength.
"King Kong" and "Demon Flame" also sat cross-legged together, absorbing the "Qian Tian Essence", and began to attack the magical realm together.
PS: I still owe 19,000 words
