I Am Picking Up Attributes in the Last Days.

As long as it is the seventh generation, the harvest will not be too bad.

Just as he was collecting it, there was a murmur from the shroud.

Yang Hao didn't understand at all, and his face was stunned.

He was ready for battle, but he was not ready to flee, with a raging fighting intent in his eyes, ready to fight.

"Who are you? What language do you speak? Can you speak human language? What kind of creature are you from?"

Yang Hao, who was ready, asked several questions in a row, hoping to know the identity of the other party.

The last time he faced Xuanyuan Long, in order to survive, he did not have time to ask, so he avoided it far away.

This time to prepare for the battle, it is natural to inquire more.

As a result, Yang Hao didn't hear any sound, but a voice suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Ziyouguo, bring it! It's useless to you!"

It is clear that the other party is not speaking his own language, but he just understands what he means.

Return the horned dragon tree to him.

In this regard, Yang Hao showed an evil smile on his face, and said coldly:

"In my hand, how can I give it to you? Answer my question, or you will never think about it!"

He fought it out, and today he must figure out why these immortals are willing to hide in the dirt.

Must be accompanied by a natural treasure?

Could it be that they are the guardians of the treasures of heaven and earth?

Anyway, listening to the meaning of Xuanyuanlong's words, it is definitely not.

Just finished speaking, Yang Hao's voice appeared again in his mind:

"Ziwei region, Ziwei Xingjun, don't force me to kill! Although the spiritual space is rare, I can kill you to win the treasure!"

The voice was cold and contained terrifying murderous intent.

This was his favorite trick.

Hearing the voice, Yang Hao's heart sank, his face became solemn, and he said word by word:

"If you have any means, even if you use it, if you can kill me, I will thank you!"

He thought of the Xuanyuan Long last time, and it was just a sound that hurt him, maybe even Ziwei Xingjun could do it.

"An ant, dare to destroy my rebirth plan, die!"

With the last word of death, Yang Hao only felt as if an endless storm had poured into his entire mind, and he almost exploded his head.

“78锤99炼，79锤99炼，83锤99炼，88锤99炼，93锤99炼……108锤85炼！”

After [-] times of training, Yang Hao regained his spirit and gained his own consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, countless dazzling lights were flying inside, my mental body seemed to swell a hundred times in an instant, and my head almost burst.

He didn't expect that just one word would almost kill him!

It's a fight!

All the combat power he has now is just a joke and has no effect!

In the face of a real powerhouse, a mere bit of evolutionary power can't even pop out of a bubble, and it will be crushed by someone.

But, so what!

At least slap him, how can he be so arrogant!

The moment he recovered his spirit, he directly flew up, hung in the air in the valley, and suddenly shouted:

"God Punishment!"

With the sound, countless storm clouds blew from the sky, covering the sky.

No matter how fast the speed is, the clouds are generated by abilities, and there is still a process that takes time.

"Rumble..."

There was an explosion between the heavens and the earth, and one after another thunder blasted from the sky, and God's punishment was about to be carried out.

Such a terrifying method, if outsiders see it, they may be shocked, it is an immortal method!

In people's cognition, only gods can control the thunder, and it is impossible for humans.

However, in the eyes of the corpse below, everything is nothing but a fist and an embroidered leg, and the voice came to Yang Hao's mind:

"Boy, you are too noisy, come down and lead me to death! Disperse!"

Accompanied by the sound, his shroud shook.

An unparalleled strong wind swept the sky, and the surrounding mountains were shaking.

Countless boulders rushed into the sky, and endless trees turned into powder.

"Huhuhu..."