The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 180 Mysterious Man Appears
Chapter 180 Mysterious Man Appears
That day, when the green seed germinated and grew into a small one-leaf tree, all the true energy, soul power, and energy and blood power in Ling Hantian's body were drained, almost scaring Ling Hantian to death.

Fortunately, there were all kinds of rare elixir to supplement his weakness at that time, and the subsequent battle made Ling Hantian realize the role of the little green tree.

Today's battle once again confirmed the ability of the cyan little tree to recover blood instantly, which is equivalent to Ling Hantian's power reserve twice as much as others.

But it seems that it can only be activated when the power of a certain aspect of the subject is exhausted, and it is passive and active.

Just imagine, if Ling Hantian can freely mobilize the energy in the cyan tree, instantly doubling the energy of the three elements, his attack power will increase geometrically.

"Pfft, puff."

A strong sense of tiredness hit his heart, and a sense of extreme emptiness in his soul surged. Ling Hantian could no longer suppress the injuries in his body, and fresh blood oozed from the shattered internal organs.

"The price this time is too heavy. If you are not forced to, it is better not to collide head-on for the time being with the extreme power of the innate realm!"

Zhangba Vajra Sword supported the broken body, feeling the terrible condition inside, Ling Hantian gave a wry smile, and then his eyes fell on Ye Minghua's lifeless corpse.

Ling Hantian moved to the front of Ye Minghua's body, put away Ye Minghua's weapon, then his eyes fell on Ye Minghua's right finger, and took off Ye Minghua's Sumeru Ring.

With a thought, Ling Hantian took Ye Minghua's body into his Sumeru Ring.

The corpse of an extremely strong person in the innate realm is definitely the best material for refining the Nine Nether Black Iron Guards.

It's a pity that Ling Hantian's soul power is seriously depleted at this time, and he can't break the spiritual imprint left by Ye Minghua on the Sumeru Ring at all.

"It seems that we have to find a place to recover from the injury as soon as possible!" Shaking his head helplessly, Ling Hantian had no choice but to put Ye Minghua's Sumeru Ring in his arms.

But before he stretched out his hand from his bosom, a deep voice suddenly sounded in the dense forest.

"Haha, the younger generation is awesome, the younger generation is awesome."

Before the voice fell, in the hazy night, a bloated Taoist, wearing a blood-red Taoist robe, with a string of thick skull beads hanging on his chest, and holding a dust whisk, walked out of the dense forest.

"Blood Daozi!"

Ling Hantian's eyelids twitched violently, he tightened his Zhangba Vajra Sword in his hand, and said softly.

According to the information obtained in Black Sand City, Xue Daozi had already left the Qingfeng Mountains, but now he suddenly appeared here.

But all of this is not important now, what is important is how to resolve the immediate crisis.

Xue Daozi and Ye Minghua are masters of the same level, the limit of the innate realm!
In order to kill Ye Minghua, Ling Hantian could be said to have played all his cards and paid a very high price.

At this time, Ling Hantian's Qi and blood in his body were dry, his dantian's true energy was exhausted, the golden pages in his sea of ​​consciousness were dimmed, his internal organs were damaged in many places, and his strength had already fallen to the bottom.

On the other hand, Xue Daozi was full of qi and blood, and he had fully recovered from the injuries he suffered more than half a month ago. Even Ling Hantian in his heyday could not compete with this person head-on.

"Haha, the immeasurable fucking Tianzun is exactly your Daoist."

There was a strange smile on Xue Daozi's fat round face. He casually glanced at the blood on the ground, and then his eyes fell on the Zhangba Vajra Sword in Ling Hantian's hand.

"Unexpectedly, even the old ghost Yao died at your hands, what a frightening young man."

Xue Daozi flicked the fly whisk in his hand, a pair of small corns narrowed into a line, looked at Ling Hantian carefully, and asked: "I think you must have obtained the Flame Soul Essence Pearl, right?"

Ling Hantian tightened his Zhangba Vajra Sword tightly, Xue Daozi's appearance was completely beyond Ling Hantian's expectation.

As an extremely strong person in the innate realm at his peak, Ling Hantian has no chance of winning!

"Whether you admit it or not, anyway, as long as you are killed, everything about you belongs to the Taoist."

Looking at the silent Ling Hantian, Xue Daozi sneered, and said, "Don't make unnecessary struggles, the Daoist has seen all your trump cards clearly just now."

After finishing speaking, Xue Daozi flicked the dust whisk in Xue Daozi's hands, and his true energy surged towards Ling Hantian like a gust of wind.

"Master Dao will not give you any chance, just die."

Before the attack came, the fierce breath came, and it hurt people's faces. Even under the pressure of this powerful energy, Ling Hantian's broken body shook a little, like a broken leaf in the wind.

"Is it really going to kill me?"

Ling Hantian was not reconciled, and was furious in his heart. He was not reconciled, how could he be willing to make wedding dresses for others!

Gritting his silver teeth tightly, Ling Hantian's eyes were as calm as a lake, and he raised his left hand tremblingly!

"Xue Daozi, since you want me to die, then you should die first!"

But in an instant, an extremely familiar fragrance entered Ling Hantian's nostrils.

Ling Hantian was shocked, his raised left hand froze in the air, and he shouted in his heart: Master of the Underground Colosseum, widow!
Under the hazy night, a slender woman dressed in a red palace dress, with a red gauze covering her face, a graceful and charming woman exuding a mature style, swaying her sexy buttocks came.

The person who came was Dongfang Ya, but to Ling Hantian's surprise, she came with Anu.

Anu is still in a plain dress, like a clear lotus, quiet and natural, with black gem-like eyes shining with pure light, the shackles on his feet are gone, but thick gloves are still on his hands.

"Ha ha,"

Dongfang Ya took Anu with one hand, and walked towards her, her silver bell-like laughter sounded like the sound of heaven, "Little brother, your situation doesn't seem to be very good."

"who are you?"

Daozi Dexue was startled by Dongfang Ya's silent appearance. He turned his head abruptly, clenched the fly whisk in his hand, and looked at the charming Dongfang Ya vigilantly.

This woman brought him a lot of pressure, especially those narrow and long eyes, which seemed to be forming boundless illusions.

Seeing Dongfang Ya's sudden appearance, Ling Hantian heaved a sigh of relief. Judging from the previous contacts with this woman, she should have no hostility towards him.

But there are contingencies in everything, Ling Hantian still doesn't understand Dongfang Ya's purpose of approaching him several times.

The more invisible it is, the more dangerous it may be.

After experiencing the Yan Song incident, Ling Hantian really had a hard time trusting someone.

His left hand still did not let go, vigilant against all possible changes.

At the same time, the Promise True Yuan Jue in his body was running crazily, and Ling Hantian seized all the time to repair his body.

"Ha ha,"

Dongfang Ya came with lotus steps, with a frown and a smile exuding a hot style, Dongfang Ya casually glanced at Xue Daozi.

But with just such a casual glance, Xue Daozi seemed to have fallen into a boundless illusion, standing in place like a withered piece.

"Hehe, little brother, you don't let go of such a short time, you are worried about your sister."

Dongfang Ya led Anu, stepped across the bloody path, and came straight to Ling Hantian, bringing a burst of refreshing fragrance, and a faint smile bloomed on her flawless face.

"The landlord was joking,"

There was a look of unnaturalness on Ling Hantian's face, he took two steps back vigilantly, his eyes swept across Dongfang Ya's Xue Daozi standing there like a dead tree behind Dongfang Ya, and a bone-deep chill appeared in his heart.

The scene just now kept replaying in his mind, and with a casual glance, he suppressed a congenital extreme powerhouse at his peak.

This state of oriental elegance surpassed Ling Hantian's understanding of the state of martial arts.

Sweat broke out from Ling Hantian's palm, and for the first time Ling Hantian lost confidence in the character 'Ming'.

"Hehe, little brother, why don't you call me widow Ya?" Seeing Ling Hantian's vigilant expression, Dongfang Ya covered her mouth and teased.

"Today Ling owes the landlord a favor, and he must keep it in his heart, and he will repay it twice in the future."

Facing the unfathomable Dongfang Ya, Ling Hantian didn't feel safe at all, and he didn't want to get along with her for a moment.

(End of this chapter)