Kowloon Daozu

Chapter 322
boom!
Qin Hao slumped there powerlessly, while the blood in his body was circulating, his strength was rapidly recovering. At this moment, he looked at the killer in surprise.

Unexpectedly, my own decisive blow did not kill the other party!
Even so, that killer is now worse than death, and the Nine Dragons Flame has entered his body, burning his vitality crazily.

Even his consciousness is undergoing hellish torture!
As for the golden stick, it was hit by Qin Hao to another hill in the previous blow. Fortunately, there was Qin Hao's power on it, so he could sense it.

"Qin Hao, even if I die, I will hold you back!"

At this moment, the killer who fell down the hill struggled to stand up, his voice full of hatred.

A blue spirit sword appeared in his other hand.

The breath of death enveloped Qin Hao again!
Since the killer's consciousness was burned by the Nine Dragon Flame, he was a little powerless to activate the spirit sword now, but he had already lost his mind.

A silver killer, a majestic master of the spirit world!
Under the condition of sufficient preparation, they faced each other head-on, but they were defeated by a person who had the ninth level of profound knowledge.

Shame, shame, shame! ! !

Thinking of this, the killer almost went berserk, plus he lost an arm, even if he survived, he would be useless!

"go……"

Dang!

The moment the killer was about to strike, his body froze and he stood there straight, the spirit sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Qin Hao, who was about to throw out the small sword, also felt the murderous aura locked on him, and quickly disappeared!
He didn't believe that it was the killer's conscience who found out, nor did he believe that it was Jiulongyan who killed the other party.

But the killer's appearance was still a bit strange.

At this moment, Qin Hao suddenly saw several soul-eating ants getting in from the killer's eyes, and instantly understood what was going on.

Unexpectedly, these things hadn't left yet, and in the end the killer shot himself in the foot with a rock.

"You have done your own crimes, you can't live. Since I took your things, I will bury your remains."

In just half a stick of incense, the killer was left with only a skeleton, and soul-eating ants crawled out of it one by one, and left towards the distance.

Because they can feel the aura of Qin Hao that makes them fear.

Rumble!
The boulder rolled down, burying the killer below, Qin Hao put the opponent's spirit sword into the ring, and turned to look for the golden stick.

You can't throw away that thing, enter the spirit, and create a natal spiritual weapon of your own.

Use spiritual nourishment equipment, use equipment to forge the body!
This is what Xiong Batian told him, telling him to pay attention to some natural treasures.

At the same time, he also told him that some endowments that he forged and bred spiritual weapons by himself are the real endowments.

Some people seek shortcuts and find a high-quality weapon as their spiritual weapon, and sooner or later they will regret it!

It was as if Elder Liang had been slapped to death by him. Their strengths were not at the same level at all!
When he heard the news, Qin Hao had already decided to refine his spiritual weapon with a golden stick.

Of course, as long as the spirit weapon has been conceived, it is somewhat different from others.

The news of the death of a silver killer was immediately known by the members of the Blood Sword Sect. When they searched for the truth, they only saw dense swarms of soul-eating ants.

And that hazy figure on the mountain peak!
Not sure if it was Qin Hao, but Xuejianmen still passed the news to the other two killers.

At the same time, this incident was also spread wildly in the mainland, and everyone did not believe that Qin Hao could kill a silver killer.

However, the current Qin Hao is walking between mountains and rivers, and the previous battle made him understand something.

It seems that in the next moment, he will be able to enter the spirit!
But that feeling is extremely ethereal, like looking at flowers through fog, or fishing for the moon in water.

Five days passed by leisurely, the original flash of inspiration has gradually disappeared, and that mysterious feeling is about to fade away.

If Xiong Batian was here, it would definitely be a pity.

But individuals have their own opportunities, and they cannot be forced.

At the same time, Qin Hao knew that it was because his physical body was too strong, and his vitality was tightly locked in his body, so he couldn't feel the meaning of heaven and earth at all.

"It looks like there's no rush."

What Qin Hao doesn't know is that once this feeling appears, it won't appear again within five months at least.

The time for the Blood Sword Order is getting closer and closer, and Qin Hao has never felt the breath of the other two killers.

It seems that the other party can hold their breath very well!

On this day, Qin Hao came to a small village in the mountains, where the folk customs are simple and European, and they are not very repulsive to outsiders.

What surprised Qin Hao even more was that more than [-] people in the mountain village were eating in a pot.

In the dim night, even Qin Hao, an outsider, was dragged by the villagers to eat together!
He could feel that the people here didn't have very strong cultivation bases. The strongest person was the carpenter in the village, who had seven or eight levels of cultivation.

But when Qin Hao approached the cauldron, he suddenly became vigilant.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, not the smell of meat, but a faint fragrance that he didn't know.

It's a bit like jasmine, but it has a strange taste that is sour or not, or spicy or not.

But it makes people feel refreshed and refreshed, and the body is abnormally relaxed.

"Come on, little brother, we eat meat here once a month. You came at the right time."

At this moment, an old woman whose teeth were about to fall out came to Qin Hao, holding an ancient bronze bowl in her hand.

There are a few pieces of bright red meat inside, and it also exudes a faint fragrance.

"Thank you mother-in-law, there is something I want to ask."

"Be careful, don't burn it, just say what you want."

Qin Hao took the bronze bowl and felt a slight pain in his fingers, but he didn't care.

"Why are there middle-aged and old people in the village, and didn't see a child?"

Qin Hao felt very strange. The youngest of the people in the village seemed to be in his thirties, which puzzled him a lot.

"Oh? Young man, he is right in front of your eyes, can't you see it?"

At this time, the old woman looked at Qin Hao with a smile. In an instant, Qin Hao retreated a few feet and turned his head to look, but he was surrounded by people from the village.

"Who are you?"

Qin Hao looked at the bronze bowl in his hand, and found that his hand had lost consciousness.

Pieces of bright red meat inside made him feel sick.

"Who are we? Don't you really know?"

At this moment, the old woman made a resonant voice, and a powerful aura was also rippling from the people around her.

"For such a long time, do you really think that I, Qinglei Palace, dare not kill you?"

The old woman's voice became a little harsh, and she stretched out her hand, and a green wooden spear appeared in his hand.

"It's just right, take off your head, and you can also exchange it with Xuejianmen, hehehe..."

A series of grim smiles came out, Qin Hao felt a little dizzy, and there were many disturbances in the blood flow.

(End of this chapter)