Chapter 1127

Boom, boom!

There was a constant boom in the sky, and the golden awns exploded in the air.

Tang Hao waved the eight wasteland halberd and swept the four directions.

With each halberd, several gold armours burst open, but there are too many things. One group fell down and the next group came up. It seems endless.

"Shit, why so much!"

Tang Hao swears, then splits and explodes a group and kills Wan Qingzi.

Wan Qingzi retreated quickly, the gold flag shook, and several golden mans poured out inside. He turned into a hundred meter high golden warrior, more than three times larger than the previous one.

And the breath is several times stronger.

The group of golden warriors roared and hit with fists.

Tang Hao frowned, only feeling a little tricky.

"Get out of here!"

He drank violently, waved his halberd, swept away the group of golden warriors and continued to rush.

"Smelly boy, I see how long you can last!"

Wan Qingzi smiled grimly and urged the golden flag.

On the golden flag, the brilliance soared, and a black light beam rose into the sky and turned into a ghost God hundreds of meters high. It has eight arms and looks ferocious.

And its breath has reached the level of asking questions.

"Hahaha! Smelly boy, there are many such virtual gods. I think you can stop them!"

Wan Qingzi laughed loudly and summoned a hundred meter high ghost and God.

Two ghosts and gods, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded Tang Hao.

"Two virtual gods at the level of asking questions, plus Wan Qingzi, are three asking questions..."

Tang Hao's face became dignified.

Then he looked at the flag.

After the second virtual God came out, the flag didn't move any more. By the way, controlling the virtual God also took Tao Yuan and even divine knowledge. With the strength of Wan Qingzi, it almost controlled two.

If only three zuns asked, they could fight!

Tang Hao quickly judged the form, then chopped out the halberd and killed the virtual God in front of him.

Boom, boom!

The fierce battle broke out again.

Two ghosts and gods, plus Wan Qingzi, besieged Tang Hao together.

Tang Hao broke out with all his strength. The divine bone, the life baby and the Golden Tripod were used. Even the moon shooting bow was sacrificed by him. He opened the bow and pulled the string, condensed the aura of heaven and earth, and blasted an arrow.

The power of an arrow directly blasted half of a ghost and God.

Then chop the halberd and kill it completely.

Hiss!

Wan Qingzi took a breath and showed his horror.

He really didn't expect that the boy was brave enough to fight. The three zuns asked and besieged together, and one was killed.

He then urged the false flag of God and summoned a ghost and God.

The fierce battle is still going on, and the brilliance is everywhere in the mid air.

One mountain was smashed and one statue collapsed. The war shook the mountains and the earth.

"He... Is he really Tang Ritian?"

In the distance, the elders and disciples of Duanjian mountain gathered together and watched the battle with shock.

Those disciples could not believe it. The master who almost destroyed their broken sword mountain and forced them to flee was Tang Ritian.

You know, Tang Ritian is not a figure of the older generation. He is not much younger than them.

However, strength is as different as heaven.

Many of them still build foundations, and the highest is the golden elixir. However, Tang Ritian has completed his baby, and his combat power can match that of Wen.

"Is this... Really a person!"

Many disciples smiled bitterly and were extremely depressed.

Those who can enter Duanjian mountain are all gifted, some of them are even the talents in the mouth of others, but compared with Tang Ritian, they are nothing.

Compared with the disciples, the elders' mood is more complicated.

Boom!

Another mountain crumbled.

Tang Hao was shocked and flew out by a ghost and God and hit on the top of the mountain.

"Shit!"

He scolded, flashed and fell on top of a giant Buddha statue.

Under the control of Wan Qingzi, the ghost screamed, rushed over and hit it hard.

Tang Hao stamped his foot and avoided.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the head of the Giant Buddha exploded and the stone debris was flying.

Then, the ghost came with a fist, and Tang Hao kept dodging and hit the Giant Buddha.

The Giant Buddha is constantly crumbling and collapsing

Suddenly, there was a flash of gold in the rubble.

"That's..."

Tang Hao caught a glimpse of the golden awn from the corner of his eye.

At this time, Wan Qingzi also saw it. As soon as his face changed, his breathing suddenly became short. His body moved and rushed towards the golden mang immediately.

Tang Hao also rushed with him. He was closer. He grabbed something first. When he picked it up, it was a skill with three big characters on it.

Tang Hao immediately understood that this was the scripture Wan Qingzi had been looking for, and it was also the inheritance of the empty way of God.

"Smelly boy, hand in the Scriptures!"

Wan Qingzi shouted grimly and cut him with a sword.

At the same time, the two ghosts and gods jumped down and surrounded.

"Old man, you dream! I'll take this scripture!" Tang Hao quickly collected the skill, then broke out with all his strength, and split the halberd at the ten thousand Qingzi.

Dang!

The swords and halberds intersected and made a loud noise.

Wan Qingzi snorted stiffly and turned pale for a few minutes.

One on one, he's not the boy's opponent yet.

"Old man, I'll save your life first and see you next time!"

Tang Hao withdrew and rushed towards the Gangfeng side.

He won one-on-one, but the old guy has a abnormal flag, and there are a steady stream of virtual gods in it. He can't kill it for a moment. It's better to go first.

Anyway, "Shenxu Sutra" has been obtained. He made a profit this time.

"Smelly boy, don't go! Leave the Scriptures for me!"

Wan Qingzi was so angry that he caught up with him madly.

That's the divine emptiness Sutra, one of the most famous ancient classics.

Although he got the virtual flag of God, without scriptures, he could not learn the method of refining the virtual God. After all, the virtual God in the flag is not his own virtual God, which consumes soul and knowledge.

But he couldn't catch up. Tang Haoyu started, disappeared and rushed into the vigorous wind.

Breaking out of the vigorous wind, he flew all the way to the southeast. A day later, he returned to the southern region.

Instead of going back to the Sun Valley, he found a barren mountain and fell down.

After sitting down and having a rest, he took out the skill.

"Shen Xu Jing"

Tang Hao recalled that he had never heard of this name before, and there was no such name on the skill roster of the Taixu world.

"It seems that it was created by later generations!"

Tang Hao murmured.

The skills in the Taixu world are quite ancient. Those top-level ones, such as Nirvana Sutra and Tongtian Sutra, are naturally powerful. However, many powerful skills have been born in later generations.

For example, jiuxiao thunder sutra was also born in later generations and belongs to the non superior skill method.

This "Shenxu Sutra" should be the same as "jiuxiao thunder Sutra".

After a moment of meditation, Tang Hao opened this skill and studied it carefully.