Chapter 1163

Whoosh!

Tang Haoyu stepped on it and avoided the attack.

The old Taoist priest of Yin ghost was holding a ten thousand ghost pot and couldn't help wailing and mourning.

He spent countless efforts to cultivate those ghosts, which is also his greatest reliance. But now they are all gone, and they are all swallowed by the boy.

It was delicious to hear that. He really wanted to take a mouthful of old blood.

Then there was a chill in him.

The boy's spirit is so strange that it can turn into shape and exudes a sense of grandeur, which completely suppresses his ghost. This boy is clearly his nemesis!

"Old ghost, do you have any more?"

Tang Hao shouted jokingly.

The old Yin ghost was in a flash, but he was so angry that he almost fainted.

This smelly boy is so hateful!

"Smelly boy, I love you!" He let out a furious scold, but then he backed out in dismay.

There were still some ghosts in the pot, but he was determined not to call them out again.

If the boy eats it again, he will really cry.

All the old monsters stopped, looking gloomy and dignified.

Without those ghosts, the old ghost will be half useless.

So many of them besieged the boy. In a short while, one person died and one person was abandoned. The strength and means of the boy were completely beyond their expectation.

"Smelly boy, don't hide, fight with me!"

An old man in the Eighth Continent snapped, but he was extremely ashamed. The boy didn't know what body method he had learned. He was so slippery that he couldn't catch it at all.

Tang Hao glanced coldly, "your name is Taoist Jiling, isn't it!"

"That's right! I'm Jiling, how dare you fight me!"

The old man shouted loudly.

"Good!"

The old man was stunned and then rejoiced, "boy, what's your name? Give me your name!"

"My last name is Tang and my first name is Hao!"

Tang Hao said faintly.

"Tang Hao? I wrote it down!"

The old man's body shook, his momentum burst out, and a bright golden awn burst out in his eyes. In front of him, a golden sword hummed and trembled, and a startling sword breath broke out.

This is a sword repair!

"I have another name, surname Qin, nameless!" Tang Hao smiled with indifference.

"Qin Mingming?"

Taoist Jiling was stunned, but he thought the name was familiar.

"Some people call me king Qin! I don't know if you've heard of it!"

Tang Hao gently stretched out his hand, the golden awn flashed, and the eight wasteland halberds flew out. With a heavy grip, he heard a roar of the dragon, and the soul of the Dragon devil rose up and circled behind him.

He pulled the halberd and stood up, his pupils were full of divine light, his ink hair was flying, and there were dragons circling behind him. He was as powerful as the ancient god of war.

Taoist Jiling was stunned again. When his eyes touched the halberd, his eyes suddenly widened, showing extreme shock and shock.

"You... Are you the ninth king? The immortal demon? Are you not dead?"

Taoist Jiling shouted in horror.

The rest of the Eighth Continent were also shocked. They naturally heard of the name of the king of Qin, but they didn't say that he was dead. How can he be well now?

"It's me!"

Tang Hao drank coldly, rushed out, grabbed the halberd with both hands and chopped it down heavily.

Dang!

There was a loud noise.

The golden sword was shocked and flew immediately, while the Taoist Jiling was shocked all over and was thrown back by the Qi force, and then burst out blood.

When he collected his body, he was frightened.

This boy is terrible!

Cultivation is only in the middle stage, but the vigorous Dao Yuan and the strong physical strength are incredible. Coupled with the supreme treasure, even he is not an opponent.

He was immediately frightened and did not dare to fight again. His mind moved and he wanted to call back his flying sword.

But at this time, Tang Hao touched his hand, took the star and flew out. He grabbed the sword, grabbed it, quickly erased the mark and took it as his own.

"What are you doing... My sword!"

It was a scream, then a scream, then a scream.

"What's your sword? It's obviously my sword!"

Tang Hao rolled his eyes at him, "if you don't believe it, look!"

Then he made the sword fly around.

Taoist Jiling trembled all over, and finally couldn't help it, and a mouthful of old blood gushed out.

"Oh, my God! What a shame!"

A bunch of old monsters.

It's not that they haven't seen it before, but they haven't seen it before when they rob a baby and show off in front of the robbed people.

"You Taoist friends, we have to work together and cooperate sincerely, otherwise we can't kill him."

"Yes! We have to work together."

All the old monsters agree with the Tao.

After a few shouts, they became angry.

At least they are old people who have lived for thousands of years. They can't help but be a young boy of dozens of years old. It's a shame!

They rallied their spirits and prepared to work closely together to kill the boy in one fell swoop.

But just then, Tang Hao took the lead. He swept out and rushed to the old monsters. Among his pupils, a little star light suddenly lit up, all six of which were arranged in the shape of the South dipper.

"The boy is crazy! Dare to rush over!"

"Good chance! Come on, kill him!"

A group of people shouted excitedly and started one after another.

At this time, Tang Hao suddenly murmured, "see!"

The next moment, I lifted my right hand, raised the golden sword in my hand and made a virtual stroke.

There was no breath or sword light. It was as if he just drew a sword at random.

A group of old monsters were stunned.

They looked left and right, and then they laughed.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

"This boy is crazy!"

Their faces were full of ridicule.

But the next moment, the laughter stopped suddenly, and a group of old monsters froze. They realized that a strange force had penetrated their body.

For a moment, they were inexplicably palpitating and sweating, as if something extremely important had been stripped from their bodies.

"Shouyuan, my Shouyuan is one year less!"

"Me too! How could this happen?"

A moment later, a cry of horror sounded.

When others heard it, they were all a little unbelievable. Did the boy cut Shouyuan with a sword just now?

How could this be possible!

In this world, how can there be such an adverse and terrible Kendo!

But when they felt it themselves, their faces changed greatly and they were almost scared out of their wits.

Shouyuan really lost one year!

Shouyuan is constant. There are many Shouyuan at any level of cultivation. As a cultivator, he can also feel it.

Without a year, they can also feel it.

And Shouyuan, not to mention a year, even a month is extremely precious. Now it has been cut off for a year. How can they not be frightened!