Resurrection of spiritual energy to become a god

He saw that the stone was indeed very dirty, so he brushed it with his hand. Suddenly, something sharp on the slate pierced his palm a little, and blood flowed into the patterns carved on the stone. He didn't see any changes, so he put it away without paying much attention.

Baili Mohan didn't want to confront Jin Yaoming yet, but the threat in the trading hall was still fresh in his mind.

He directly ejected a poison pill into the white mist. Whether he could survive it depended on his ability.

Baili Mohan got the stone and left here quickly. Jin Yao attacked the white mist vigorously. After all, he was a Mahayana cultivator. Baili Mohan did not use the killing array disk.

It only took Jin Yao a cup of tea to blast open the array that trapped him. He saw that the dozen or so fellow apprentices he brought with him were also severely injured by unknown people and fell to the ground, and the stone disappeared.

"Who is it...?" Jin Yao was furious, and he shouted loudly, the rage in his heart could no longer be contained.

A dozen young disciples were already seriously injured, and the pressure from Jin Yao could not suppress their roaring. These young disciples vomited blood repeatedly, and their injuries were compounded. Baili Mohan was already a hundred miles away.

"Big Brother, we finally found you."

"What's wrong with Third Junior Brother?" He frowned coldly and looked at the five or six junior brothers whose injuries had not yet healed.

"We found something that can make the jade token glow. Before we could figure out what it was, that bastard Jin Yao came and beat us all up."

"Then do you know what it is in the end?"

"I don't know. We just walked to the jade plate and it glowed. We hadn't gone to look for something yet. That bastard Jin Yao showed up."

"How are you doing now?"

"Our injuries have not yet healed."

"Then you guys should recover from your injuries first. He actually dared to steal our things first, so we don't have to be polite to them in the future."

Not far from them, two groups of people started fighting.

"Who are you? This is what we found."

"You are so shameless."

"How dare you two scold us? Do you know who we are? Humph!"

"I don't care who you are. If you snatch things from me, you're courting death."

Xuan Hao's fist was covered with black flames and blasted towards the monk in purple brocade robe.

A long spear filled with tremendous energy appeared in the hand of the purple brocade robed monk Nan Sirui, and he stabbed towards Xuan Hao's fist.

Xuan Hao did not retreat but advanced instead. The black flame on his fist became brighter and collided with the spear.

With a "crack", the spear broke into two pieces. Nan Sirui was horrified and stepped back quickly.

But Xuan Hao's fist followed him like a shadow, and he threw another punch. Nan Sirui had no way to avoid it, and was about to take the punch.

Suddenly a figure jumped out from the side and blocked Xuan Hao's punch.

"Stop, do you know who he is? He is the second prince of the Southern Kingdom. You dare to kill him, do you want to be hunted down by the Southern Kingdom? You'd better be sensible and leave here quickly." This man who looked like a guard looked at Xuan Hao with contempt in his eyes.

When Xuan Hao heard that this was a prince of the Southern Kingdom, the black flame in his hand increased its power and blasted towards the guard.

"court death……!"

"It's still unclear who will die." Suffocating black flames appeared from Xuan Hao's arms, and he rushed towards the guards.

The guard's body was covered with a bright green light, forming a green light curtain, trying to resist the black flames. However, the flames easily penetrated the light curtain and continued to attack the guard.

The guard's face changed drastically and he retreated quickly, but the black flames followed him like a shadow. He had no choice but to use his special skill and summon a huge blue bird to fight fiercely with the flames.

"Who are you? What kind of flame is this?" The guard saw the thick flame and there was greed in his eyes.

If he could kill this man and take the flame for himself, his fighting power would be greatly increased.

"Go to the underworld, the King of Hell will tell you." The fists were stacked one after another. The blue-clothed monk was at the Mahayana realm after all. Xuan Hao could not defeat him for a while. The two were at a stalemate.

Suddenly, light flashed in the air, and energy surged. Seeing this, Xuan Hao raised his lips slightly. With a roar, huge black energy rushed out of his mouth. He exerted force in his hands again, and the black flame suddenly expanded, completely enveloping the blue bird. The flame burned fiercely, and in a moment, the blue bird was devoured without a trace left.

The guard suffered a lot of backlash and vomited blood. Xuan Hao took the opportunity to kill you while you are sick. He punched the guard one after another. The guard who could barely resist Xuan Hao's violent power just now was now knocked back and spit out blood.

After falling to the ground, the guard struggled to get up and looked at the Second Prince behind him. He knew that the Second Prince had something that could save his life.

The second prince looked at the guard who was beaten to death, stepped back a few steps, activated a teleportation talisman, and fled quickly with several other royal children.

Xuan Hao knew that they and Nan Guo were already at war, so how could they give up the chance to not kill this man? Could it be that he would come to trouble them after he recovered from his injuries? Xuan Hao punched the man's heart again, and the guard finally collapsed to the ground powerlessly. He closed his eyes, and a big hole was punched in his heart. Xuan Hao looked at the fallen guard, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

They don't want to be good people, but choose to be slaves to others. These people don't deserve sympathy at all. Just like Nan Siyu and those guards they killed in the secret realm.

Bai Ling searched around and finally found what he wanted. Xuan Hao killed the guard and came over. The two of them pulled out a long stone from the ground with great effort.

"Xuan Hao, you see there is a word "Ji" in the middle. The front part and the stone on the boss' body are connected to form "Tian". We can connect four words: "Shen Yan Tian Ji". This looks like the name of a sect. There should be another section after this, but I don't know if there are words or not?"

"How to say?"

"The first piece of stone we pulled out had a carving on it. Look at the piece behind us. There is no carving on the back. It is not neat here. There should be another carving. I don't know if the boss and the others have found the others."

"We'll find out if we go find the boss. Many people are looking for this thing, it should be very useful." Xuan Hao packed up the stones and was about to leave.

"Put your things down and you can leave." Several cultivators came flying on swords from a distance and looked at Xuan Hao and Bai Ling unkindly.

Xuan Hao looked at the five or six people standing in front of him. There was not even a cultivator in the Mahayana period, but they actually dared to ask him to put down the things. They really didn't know how to live or die.

"Hand over your things." Chen Rong looked at Xuan Hao and Bai Ling with contempt. In his eyes, they were just two insignificant cultivators.

Xuan Hao thought, "They are being robbed. And they are being robbed. His ancestors who robbed others have fallen into the lower class."

Xuan Hao's fist hit several people without warning.

Chen Rong was furious. Two little casual cultivators dared to challenge them. They were really tired of living. Seeing the opponent's fist coming fiercely, it was too late to take a weapon, so he hurriedly threw out a magic weapon from the space to resist.

In Chen Rong's opinion, how powerful could the two casual cultivators be? Their cultivation was lower than his. All casual cultivators were poor. They didn't have good skills or good weapons. The magic weapon he threw out should be able to easily block Xuan Hao's attack.

But he didn't expect that this magic weapon was like a piece of paper in front of Xuan Hao. It was smashed into a piece of broken iron in an instant. The fist wind didn't stop hitting Chen Rong. Chen Rong was directly knocked out.

"I thought he was so powerful, but it turns out he's just good at talking. What a useless piece of shit."

"You...we are disciples of Taiyan Xianzong."

"So what?"

suddenly

"Boom..." Xuan Hao jumped away from the place where he was standing. When he looked back, he saw a big hole where he was standing.

Xuan Hao looked coldly at the person who attacked him from a distance. From the clothes of the group of people following him, he guessed who this person was. He didn't expect that these famous and upright people were all hypocrites.

"You guys are really bringing shame to the disciples of a prestigious family, and you don't even try to cover it up with a piece of fig leaf.