Wuhun makes me invincible at the beginning

Chapter 116 Perfection
The Xiuming Saber is made of unknown cold iron, which can continuously release cold air. Chilong Jingpo feeds on cold air, and can continuously replenish the lost vitality.

Relying on the Xiuming Saber, let the artistic conception of reincarnation absorb the vitality of the chilong's spirit, and display the artistic conception of reincarnation. This is the idea Pu Lao wants to convey to him.

Rumble!
In the Xingming Dao, an endless chill gushed out, spreading continuously behind Wang Hao, and finally turned into a phantom of a broken wooden bridge.

In an instant, the entire [-]-meter altitude was changing.

"what is that?"

Whether it is the disciples on the airship of Tiandaozong, or the disciples on the airship of Chixing Tower, or even Feng Li, Pang Feiyu, and Elder Fang.

At this moment, everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at the blade in Wang Hao's hand, and the incomplete wooden bridge behind it that spread across the entire sky...

The three innate warriors were almost horrified: "Artistic concept!?"

cut!
Elder Fang on the airship of Chixinglou, his innate coercion is very strong, but in front of the reincarnation artistic conception, he is like a grain of dust, directly crushed and torn apart.

His figure was locked by the reincarnation bridge of life and death, and the berserk innate energy all over his body suddenly surged, but it was useless.

In the face of the cycle of life and death, even if he is an innate strong man, he is still small, not even as good as an ant.

The blade light fell, wrapped in the billowing breath of reincarnation, and completely drowned the old man in black.

The old man in black was locked by the reincarnation mood, his face was terrified, and he let out a shrill scream: "No... Pang Feiyu, save me..."

The shouting stopped abruptly, and the terrified expression of the old man in black suddenly froze. The next moment, his body exploded with a 'bang', turning into a cloud of dust, and disappeared with the wind.

Under the artistic conception of reincarnation, all the vitality of his physical body was deprived.

All this happened too fast, even if Pang Feiyu wanted to rescue him, he couldn't react in time.

"This..." Feng Li gasped, comprehended the artistic conception in the realm of blood refinement, and cut the innate in the realm of blood refinement. What kind of monster is this?

Moreover, what kind of artistic conception condensed that phantom of the incomplete wooden bridge actually has such a terrifying coercion?

Feng Li fully understood that if he was the one who was slashed at by the blade just now, he would definitely not be able to stop it.

In an instant, he made a decision in his heart, even if all the disciples in the airship died, Wang Hao could not die.

Feng Li understood Wang Hao's seriousness, and Pang Feiyu understood even more. There was also a trace of panic in his eyes, and his figure quickly approached Wang Hao.

He has completely offended Wang Hao today, and he must not let Wang Hao leave alive.

Pang Feiyu has already sensed that Wang Hao's aura is fluttering, obviously at the end of his battle, he must die today, even if he doesn't get what Su Jingyi needs, he must kill Wang Hao.

Once Wang Hao escapes alive...

Pang Feiyu didn't dare to imagine that a person in the realm of blood refining could comprehend the artistic conception and kill the innate existence. Once he stepped into the innate existence, he would definitely be the strongest innate existence. At that time, even if Su Jingyi took action himself, he might not be able to suppress it. he.

"Pang Feiyu, if you dare to kill Wang Hao, I, Tiandaozong and you, Chixinglou, will live forever." Feng Li took a step back, seeing Pang Feiyu flying towards Wang Hao, roared angrily.

However, Pang Feiyu acted as if he hadn't heard it, and his footsteps didn't stop at all. Even if Tiandaozong is immortal, Wang Hao must die today.

Wang Hao was indeed at the end of his strength, the slash just now had taken away all the power of his body and blood.

Facing Pang Feiyu, he now has no strength to resist.

However, Wang Hao stayed where he was, waiting for Pang Feiyu to come and kill him?

He mocked Pang Feiyu who was approaching, and leaped forward, "Pang Feiyu, Su Jingyi, Chixinglou, I, Wang Hao, remember you all. As long as I, Wang Hao, don't die today, when we meet again in the future, it will be the day of your perishing."

He was already on the edge of the deck, but with this leap, he jumped directly from the airship.

"Ahhh!"

Wang Hao's action made those who witnessed this scene couldn't help screaming.

This place is [-] meters high, even the innately strong, with the innate stellar qi protecting the body, can't guarantee that they can survive.

Wang Hao is just a blood-refining-level martial artist. Once he falls from this height of [-] meters, he will definitely fall to pieces and die.

"Wang Hao!"

Feng Li couldn't help but let out a cry of grief and indignation, and immediately appeared on the edge of the deck.

Below, the fog was hazy, and Wang Hao's figure had long since disappeared, leaving only his oath echoing in the [-]-meter-high sky.

"Pang Feiyu, I will report today's events to the suzerain verbatim. You Chixinglou personally forced to death my future true disciples of Tiandaozong, even the elders."

The next moment, Feng Li appeared in front of Pang Feiyu, not daring to look at his gloomy face, and said word by word: "I believe it won't be long before my Heavenly Dao Sect Master will come to your Chixing Tower in person to ask for an explanation."

Then, with a wave of his hand, he ordered: "Let's go, at full speed, and return to the sect as quickly as possible."

Pang Feiyu didn't stay any longer, and ordered the airship to return to the Chixing Building at the fastest speed.

He knew that there was no room for redemption for what happened today, he had to return to Chixing Tower as soon as possible, report to Su Jingyi, and make plans early.

Pang Feiyu originally thought that Wang Hao was just an ordinary outer disciple, even if he could defeat Yan Dong, but in his eyes, Wang Hao was still just an ant, if he killed it, he would kill it.

Could it be that Tiandaozong would go to Chixinglou to trouble him for a small outer disciple?

But it's different now. This little outer disciple has become a peerless genius. He comprehended the artistic conception at the blood refining level, and even created a legend, killing the innate by refining blood.

Even among the six major sects, with thousands of years of background and gathering monsters, no one can kill Xiantian in the realm of blood refining.

Once stepping into the innate realm, the super being who is bound to be promoted to a true disciple, was forced by Pang Feiyu to jump off a height of [-] meters.

This matter will definitely cause a sensation in the upper echelons of Tiandao Building. Just like Feng Li said, it is possible for the suzerain of Tiandao Sect to find Chixing Building in person.

Buzz!
The violent wind echoed wildly in Wang Hao's ears.

If it was an ordinary blood-refining-level martial artist, he could be seriously injured just by the violent wind at an altitude of [-] meters.

However, Wang Hao's physical body had already reached the limit of the acquired warrior's life, and he didn't even frown when the pain fell on his body.

At this moment, he can only control his powerful physical body to find the best landing place.

Relying on the power of his powerful spiritual consciousness, Wang Hao was extremely clear about the strong wind flowing in the void, and he could also clearly perceive the ever-approaching ground below.

He knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to survive, he had to minimize the impact of the falling body. Otherwise, even if his body was strong, he might fall into a pile of rotten meat in front of this powerful impact. die.

In the soul world, the vigorous vitality of the ancient tree rushed into his body frantically, restoring the strength and blood of his body.

Finally, with the help of the resistance of the air and the violent wind, Wang Hao finally stabilized his figure, adjusted his figure, and headed towards the river that appeared in his vision.

Looking at the increasingly clear river, Wang Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the soul, the mysterious statue also began to vibrate suddenly, making Wang Hao's soul, body, and blood merge into one with a strange frequency.

"It's now……"

The Thunder Body exploded. Ever since it was incorporated into the rubbings of the ancient Thunder Dao Rune, the Thunder Body seemed to have undergone a slight change, and it was moving towards the last step of the Thunder Body.

When he was less than [-] feet above the river, Wang Hao yelled loudly. He had just recovered a little physical strength and blood energy, and rushed out violently, turning into a fist mark, and blasting into the river.

With the power of the fist print, I tried my best to slow down the speed of my fall. The next moment, my whole body relaxed, like a sharp arrow shot, falling into the river.

During the whole process, Wang Hao's control over his physical body and blood energy had reached the extreme. When he rushed into the river, he hardly splashed a single bit of water.

Even so, the moment he rushed into the river, his body was almost torn apart by the violent impact, and his whole body was roaring.

The water flow even turned into a blade, cutting Wang Hao's body ruthlessly. For a moment, his flesh and blood were bloody.

"puff!"

Wang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, and breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. He knew that the most critical hurdle had passed.

His life was saved.

Perhaps due to fate, Wang Hao didn't touch any sundries on the way of falling into the river, otherwise his injury might be several times more serious.

The vitality of the ancient tree began to pour in, constantly repairing the scars on the physical body. After a long time, Wang Hao recovered a little strength, his head emerged from the water, and he took a deep breath.

"Hahahaha!" Wang Hao let out a loud laugh, feeling grateful for his new life, "Pang Feiyu, Su Jingyi, Chixinglou, you can't imagine that I, Wang Hao, are not dead."

"I, Wang Hao, swore that if I don't die today, when we meet again in the future, it will be the day of your perish..."

His words echoed for a long time in the empty Southern Desolate Mountains, startling countless birds on both sides of the bank.

Wang Hao took out a few pills to restore blood energy from the storage ring and swallowed them. His soul controlled the vitality of the ancient tree, constantly repairing the physical injuries.

Wang Hao believes that with the vitality of the ancient tree, he will soon be able to return to his peak state.

Three months later, at the edge of the Southern Wilderness Mountains.

Wang Hao was dressed in animal skin, and his messy hair was tied behind his head casually by a strip of cloth. At this moment, he was standing on an ancient tree several feet high.

Ever since Wang Hao fell into the river and survived, he has been running along the river, but the Southern Wilderness Mountains are too big, and he has no map, so he got lost several times on the way, until now, he has not come out of the Southern Wilderness.

He looked at a manor ten miles away, and felt strange in his heart. Wouldn't someone dare to build a manor on the edge of the Southern Wilderness Mountains, so he wouldn't be afraid of being attacked by ferocious beasts?

Wang Hao also found that the manor was too deserted. He had been observing for more than half an hour, but he hadn't seen any figure in or out of the manor.

Jumping down from the old tree, Wang Hao ran towards the manor without any hesitation. He urgently needed a map, otherwise he would not know where he was.

Wang Hao's speed was not fast. It took more than half an hour for the distance of ten miles. As soon as he approached, his expression changed instantly.

Suddenly there was a strong smell of blood in the air. Wang Hao had also beheaded countless opponents, but Wang Hao had never encountered such a strong smell of blood.

The gate of the manor was closed tightly, as if nothing happened, but Wang Hao knew that there must be drastic changes inside.

He hid his aura, turned over and jumped into the manor. The scene in front of him made him gasp.

The location he was in was a square at the gate of the manor. At this moment, countless corpses were piled up together, and the blood kept oozing out, converging into a river of blood, which was shocking.

Wang Hao's face turned extremely gloomy in an instant. He found that many of these corpses were civilians, regardless of gender, age or age, and none of them survived.

Moreover, judging from the wounds, it was obvious that these people were brutally killed by human warriors, not by the mouth of ferocious beasts.

Obviously, they were all gathered together under the persecution of the assailant, and were subsequently killed.

"Miemen?" A thought instantly appeared in Wang Hao's mind.

For some reason, there was a surge of anger rising in Wang Hao's chest. Since he practiced martial arts, he has seen countless grievances and vendettas. Back then, he personally beheaded dozens of blood-refining-level guards in Biyun Danfang.

It can be said that countless warriors died at his hands, but he has never killed an unarmed civilian.

Seeing countless blood flowing out and converging into a river, the anger in Wang Hao's heart has reached the extreme.

"The blood has not yet solidified, and the perpetrator has not gone far." Wang Hao made a little analysis, and the powerful power of consciousness gushed out and spread towards the surroundings.

Wang Hao has already decided in his heart that these rubbish that even civilians will not let go of are not qualified to be warriors at all. Even if there is an innate strong man again, he will never come back today.

It's not that Wang Hao has never killed a congenital strong man.

The spiritual sense scanned the surroundings several times, but Wang Hao did not find any clues. The surroundings were terribly quiet, not even the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking.

The next moment, Wang Hao turned his attention to the building in the center of the manor, which should be where the owner of the manor lives.

Amidst the roar of 'Puff', his body suddenly turned into a thunderbolt and rushed out.

He believed that the group of perpetrators did not go far, and they were probably in the building in the center of the manor.

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Hao approached, dozens of figures appeared in his consciousness.

"Is everything resolved? Are you sure there are no survivors left in the Han Family Manor?"

A man with an eagle nose and a wide mouth said, "Feiying, you should know that this matter must not be spread, otherwise it will cause irreparable damage to the reputation of Wuyang City."

"Wucheng, don't you feel relieved if I take the shot? I'm a little excited when I think about their screams before they died." Another man in yellow lowered his lips, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Then let's go. Elder Song has already found the members of the Han family. I believe he will be able to find out the location of the Qianyuan formation soon."

After Wucheng finished speaking, he led everyone into the center of the manor, a building called Hanfu.

(End of this chapter)