I Am Picking Up Attributes in the Last Days.

The wind whistled and almost blew Yang Hao away, making him quickly protect his body.

Almost at the same time, the strong wind soared into the sky, directly blowing away all the gathered dark clouds in the sky.

What dark clouds, what lightning and thunder, dissipated in an instant.

The divine punishment that once shook the entire city of steel was broken so easily.

Just shake the shroud!

Yang Hao was so shocked that he almost fell from the sky with a somersault, unimaginable.

Just when Lei Ting disappeared, his last voice appeared in his mind, Yang Hao felt that all the strength in his body was out of control and could no longer be used.

The powerful means completely exceeded Yang Hao's imagination.

The other party didn't even move, just strange sounds kept appearing.

Frightened, his body involuntarily fell from the sky and hit the ground.

The powerful body directly smashed the rocks into pieces and fell into the ground.

Soon, the boulders, ancient trees, weeds, etc. that rushed into the sky all fell down, almost smashing it below.

Even with physical strength, Yang Hao could dodge, but the desperate heart in his eyes was shaken a bit.

The other party is too powerful, and he is simply not able to deal with it.

The gap is too big!

Just as he was dodging the boulder, a strange voice sounded in his ears again:

"You're not bad, can you be a servant of this star?"

The voice seemed to be filled with appreciation, hoping that Yang Hao would be his slave.

servant?

Hearing this familiar name, Yang Hao instantly thought of Fang Qingqing and Cai Jing, who were his servants.

Now, someone actually forced himself to be a slave?

"It's worthy of you? I'll fight with you!"

In a word, not only did he not subdue Yang Hao, but instead aroused his blood, and his physical strength reached the extreme, like a terrifying tyrannosaurus, rushing towards the corpse.

The Tianyin Killing Hammer appeared in his hand and slammed it down.

Let him explode with one blow!

Chapter 407 The Battle of the Slaves

Just as Yang Hao charged frantically, the mysterious language appeared in his mind again:

"I don't know what to do, I'm stubborn! Disperse!"

There is anger in the voice, but also mysterious power.

Yang Hao originally used [-] power, but with his voice, [-] instantly dissipated.

Both strength and speed are reduced by half.

Follow the law!

That's all he feels.

It seems that his body is not his own body, it has become a corpse.

Even if the heart is still beating wildly and evolution is still going on, it cannot stop the powerlessness of the body.

"Grass-and-mud horse, it's a big deal for me to turn into the original form, I have to give it to you!"

Yang Hao's eyes were all red, and the Tianyin Killing Hammer in his hand was raised high, like a big bird, and slammed down.

Having endured several of his murderous intentions in a row, he had to react, otherwise it would be too miserable.

Just after he landed, a mysterious voice sounded in his mind again:

"An ant is an ant, and I will never know the power of Xingjun! Even if I am a corpse, I cannot violate it! Get out!"

With a roll, a corner of the shroud suddenly shot out, and Yang Hao's body, which was not at all defensive, was in the center.

"Oh!"

Although it was a corner, it contained power, like a mountain peak, which instantly smashed Yang Hao into the air and almost turned it into pieces.

"Whoosh!"

The body was still in mid-air, and the front of the entire body almost burst open, dripping with blood.

The whole person is like a shooting star, rushing towards the nearby mountain, diving deep into it for hundreds of meters.

All the clothes were shattered, and the back half of the body was tattered, with wounds all over, and bones were deeply visible.

Yang Hao deeply felt the gap between them, one day and one place.

He couldn't even get close to him, so he was slammed into the air.

“108锤99炼，112锤99炼，118锤99炼，133锤23炼！”