Summoning heroes of the strongest system in the world

Xu Hao didn't know who was calling him, but he had a feeling somewhere that the person calling him was Feng Sheng.

Who is Feng Sheng?Xu Hao doesn't know, but one thing is certain, this person must be a strong saint.

Traveling through the Kamikaze Holy Land, Xu Hao forgot that the biggest purpose of his trip was to find Luo Ya. His consciousness became more and more strange, as if he had fallen into a dream. He just kept walking between the palaces until a light drink sounded.

"Who dares to trespass into the West Wind Palace!"

This voice was extremely thick and full of coercion and killing intent, which made Xu Hao, who was advancing rapidly, stop in his tracks.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had come to a magnificent palace.

This palace is very large, and the inside of the palace is full of jewels. What can be seen with the naked eye are all kinds of strange treasures shining with golden light.

And in the center of the hall, a burly, solemn young man in a golden robe stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Xu Hao with indifference in his eyes, as if he held great hostility towards Xu Hao.

Looking at this man, Xu Hao didn't dare to be careless.

Although this person is just a broken primordial spirit, and his cultivation base is not as powerful as the Wanli Wudi he met before, Xu Hao can also tell that his cultivation base is at least the eighth level of the Da Luo Jin Wonderland.

Xu Hao has seen strong men of this level before, and both Houyi and Kuafu are strong men of this level.

So even if the opponent is just a crippled primordial spirit whose combat power is not half of what it was at its peak, Xu Hao dare not underestimate it.

If the two sides fight, the outcome is unknown.

Even Xu Hao is more likely to lose.

"Boy, I'm asking you something, why don't you answer?"

"Who are you? Why did you trespass on my West Wind Palace!"

Seeing that Xu Hao didn't speak, the young figure standing proudly on the spot spoke again, with a bit of anger in his voice.

Xu Hao took a deep breath, then raised his head to look at the figure, and said indifferently: "The Holy Wind Holy Land has long been ruined, and you are just a lonely ghost. This is already a land without an owner, and outsiders can come here. Why can't you come?"

Although I don't know what sect the Divine Wind Holy Land is, but one thing is certain, this sect is gone.

And the figure in front of him was only the eighth level of Da Luojin Wonderland before his death, and he can survive until now because of his terrible obsession, otherwise he would have been out of his wits already.

So it is not wrong to say that he is a lonely ghost.

But upon hearing Xu Hao's words, the bleak primordial spirit was furious, and scolded: "Presumptuous, how dare you slander my Holy Wind Holy Land, how can I tolerate you? Take my life!"

boom!

After finishing speaking, the figure struck out with a palm, and a terrifying momentum crushed towards Xu Hao.

This momentum is very powerful, like an ancient dragon, carrying a bloody storm, biting Xu Hao.

hoo hoo hoo!

At the same time, there were bursts of loud real dragon roars in the hall, which were deafening.

Xu Hao raised his head, and saw that the momentum of that figure's palm had condensed into a terrifying black dragon.

The black dragon's body is extremely huge, Xu Hao is like an inconspicuous ant in front of him.

But his expression remained calm.

The next second, Xu Hao suddenly stretched out his hand a little forward, and a terrifying sword qi flew out from his fingertips, hitting the terrifying black dragon's body, piercing through the black dragon's body, the black dragon was like a deflated ball, instantly The smoke cleared.

"This is... the law of the sword!"

Seeing that his attack was easily resolved, the figure was slightly startled at first, and then his expression slowly became serious.

In front of him is the eighth level of the Great Luo Jin Wonderland, and his cultivation is considered good, but he has only comprehended a law, and he has only comprehended the height of the fifth level.

However, the sword energy that Xu Hao just pointed out has a depth close to the fourth level of the law of the sword. The law that he comprehended back then was not as subtle as the law of the sword.

And Xu Hao's cultivation is only at the seventh level of the True Wonderland.

This level of cultivation can comprehend such laws, which is already regarded as the most powerful genius in the world, not to mention that Xu Hao has also comprehended the fourfold law of swordsmanship.

In terms of talent alone, Xu Hao is already the most outstanding genius he has ever seen, not one of them.

"Boy, tell me, who are you?"

Xu Hao broke his attack, the rough figure didn't continue to attack, but looked at Xu Hao and asked in a deep voice.

All geniuses have privileges, and Xu Hao is no exception. From the moment he showed his formidable strength, this figure has changed his initial view and started to look at Xu Hao squarely.

Xu Hao asked calmly: "Before answering this question, can you tell me what is this place? Who are you? After all, you are the first person I have met who can talk since I came here. !"

The figure frowned slightly and said, "What? You don't know that this is the Holy Wind Holy Land. Our Holy Wind Holy Land is one of the most powerful sects in the Ten Thousand Gods Realm, isn't it? My Holy Wind Holy Land is heavily guarded. How could you, an outsider, enter? West Wind Palace!"

The figure had just spoken halfway, when his expression froze suddenly, his tone changed, and his face became even more troubled.

Seeing this, Xu Hao also fell silent.

At this moment, Xu Hao finally discovered that the primordial spirit in front of him was actually trapped in a certain period of time in the past. In his cognition, the Divine Wind Holy Land still exists, and it is still the most powerful sect in the world of gods. one of the doors.

Xu Hao knew that if he was pulled out of this kind of memory at this moment, the last trace of belief that supported him to survive in this world would completely collapse, but Xu Hao had to do this because he had to keep going.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Hao looked at the rough young man whose complexion was gradually changing in pain, and said in a heavy voice: "Senior, although I don't know who you are, I know that you should be the Holy Land of Divine Wind in ancient times. man of.

I don't want to hit you, but I have to tell you some facts. The Holy Land of Kamikaze that you miss in your heart has been destroyed for many years. so……"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how powerful my Kamikaze Holy Land is, how could it be destroyed, you are lying to me!"

boom!

The rough youth let out a roar, and then the terrifying aura on his body exploded, becoming stronger than before.

Immediately, these auras quickly spread in the West Wind Hall, filling the entire West Wind Hall in an instant.

What's more, this terrifying breath is also filled with a strong explosion.

"No, it's impossible. The Divine Wind Holy Land is absolutely impossible to destroy. I am the son of Feng Sheng, one of the four holy sons of the West Wind Temple. As long as Ren Xifeng is still there, the Kamikaze Holy Land will never be destroyed!"