"Hao!" Qing Ying was scared out of his wits by Ji Hao's sudden move.
Thousands of warriors from the enemy clans were standing right under the cliff, facing each other, separated by miles of poisonous thorns. In the dense woods on the other side of the river, more and more powerful enemies were staring at Ji Hao.
Ji Hao was all alone, rushing into the enemy's formation all of a sudden was no different from suicide.
Cold sweat instantly soaked Qing Ying's entire body. A strong cyan gust of wind spurted out from Qing Ying's back, within which, a pair of roc's wings were faintly visible. Qing Ying slightly moved his body, and large cyan gust of wind spread out from his body, tens of shreds of afterimages were faintly visible around his body.
When Qing Ying was about to rush out and grab Ji Hao back, the fat bear, who had been lying on the ground motionlessly, suddenly raised its paw.
Unfortunately, Qing Ying didn't pay attention to his own feet, so he tripped on the bear's paw and fell heavily on the ground. Qing Ying had activated his bloodline power and rushed out with a terrifyingly strong momentum. Therefore, the impact of his fall on the ground was also terrifying.
Warriors of the Qing Yi Clan weren't known for their strong bodies and strength. Qing Ying's body was smashed into the ground by Qing Yi Clan's Qing Yi Clan. Qing Ying's body was smashed into the ground by Qing Yi Clan's Qing Yi Clan's Qing Yi Clan's Qing Yi Clan's Qing Yi Clan warriors.
"Damn it! Fat bear! I'm going to grill your paw! " Qing Ying didn't even have the strength to talk anymore. He struggled to raise his head, gnashed his teeth, and growled at the fat bear in a low voice, "Hao … is in danger!"
The fat bear blinked its beady eyes and stared at Qing Ying, as if it was looking at an idiot.
Qing Ying looked at the complicated look in the fat bear's beady eyes, suddenly quivered and said, "Do I look like an idiot?"
The fat bear opened its mouth and yawned, then turned its head and licked Qing Ying's face with its long and fat tongue. Qing Ying narrowed his eyes and looked at the old treeman, who was standing in the middle of the poisonous thorns, with a sullen face.
"Hm, I almost forgot, where are all the spirit creatures that this kid has attracted along the way? Where are they? "
Blood-red silhouettes flashed in front of Ji Hao's eyes, and shrill screams kept resounding in his head. This voice was constantly calling his name. Every time it called out, there was an inexplicable power that directly attacked his soul. It was as if countless knives were trying to tear his soul into pieces.
In Ji Hao's spiritual space, the white mist rolled and gradually condensed into a round plate.
The mysterious man was sitting on the round plate, looking down at the Yuan Dan, which was shining with a purple light, and murmured in a muffled voice, "Little guy, what are you doing? Hmm? Is someone using a soul-summoning curse spell? Your soul power has already formed the Primal Core of the Violet Kingdom. You won't be so easily controlled by others, right? "
Ji Hao sent out a trace of his spirit power and chuckled to the mysterious man.
The mysterious man crossed his arms in front of his chest, slightly shook his head and said, "Little guy, you've got guts … Eh? The soft armor you're wearing? "
Large streams of fiery light spurted out from Ji Hao's back and condensed into a pair of wings. Leaving shreds of afterimages in the air, Ji Hao flashed across those enemies who were trying to catch him. Countless warriors shouted out loudly, spread their arms and rushed towards Ji Hao. However, Ji Hao was like a mudfish that was covered with oil, these slow warriors couldn't even touch him.
"A friend named Po gave it to me!" Ji Hao transformed into a long stream of fiery light, flashed across the Fire Leopard Clan's territory, crossed the small river, avoided the Ghost Clan's Red Horn and the other warriors who were trying to stop him, and quickly rushed into the dense jungle. "I've asked Abba to try it, this soft armor is very sturdy."
"Sturdy …" murmured the mysterious man, "Soft armor is sturdy, but it's not as sturdy as your own body. Like me, I've never worn any kind of armor. "
Red Horn waved the heavy wooden stake and chased after Ji Hao with rumbling steps. Following behind Ji Hao, he roared out while swinging his wooden stake like a tornado. Countless plants were torn into pieces by the strong gale brought up by the wooden stake. Countless different sized pieces of wood swooshed towards Ji Hao, bumping against the pair of fiery wings and being burned into ashes.
Ji Hao didn't pay any attention to Red Horn, who was chasing behind him. His face tightened, his pair of eyes became lifeless, and he darted into the dense jungle at an extremely high speed.
While darting across the dense jungle, Ji Hao curiously asked the mysterious man, "Speaking of which, you've never worn any kind of armor, right? That's amazing … But, do you know how to make armors or other magic tools or magic treasures? Po's tool-making skills are quite good, I'm actually a bit jealous. "
Before the mysterious man responded, Ji Hao continued, "I've exchanged the [Mantra Dan with Nine Secret Words] for the [Bu Tian Lou Magic Spell], I won't take advantage of you, I have other cultivation methods here, you can take a look and find a suitable tool-making skill, then we can trade … Even if you don't like these cultivation methods, I don't care if the tool-making skill you gave me is of a slightly lower level, I don't know how to do it anyway, right?"
The mysterious man remained silent for a long while, until Ji Hao arrived at the empty area in the jungle, where the soul-summoning altar was set up, then slowly said, "The tool-making skill … is just a small skill, not even worth mentioning … I can break any kind of armor with a single punch, what's the point of tool-making?"
Ji Hao paused for a second, stood still on the edge of the empty area in the jungle, then asked in a slightly surprised tone, "You, you don't know how to do it?"
The mysterious man remained silent, crossed his arms in front of his chest, while the round plate under his body quickly disintegrated, transformed into wisps of white mist and merged with Ji Hao's spiritual space. After that, the mysterious man silently disappeared without a trace. Just like before, Ji Hao couldn't find out where he was hiding, no matter how hard he tried.
"Ji Hao!"
On the altar, the twisted face screamed hoarsely.
Ji Hao's body twitched intensely, then walked towards the altar step by step, just like a zombie, with his entire body wrapped in a faint fiery light.
The scrawny old man, who was standing in front of the altar, let out a creepy laugh, slightly knocked the altar with his black bone stick, then turned around, looked at Jiang Yao and said, "Dear Maguspriest, this kid's soul is already under my control, he's already my puppet … what do you think about the benefits that you've promised to our Demon Clan?"
Boom! An ancient tree, which required tens of people to put their arms around it, was smashed into pieces by Red Horn's stick. A fierce gust of wind blew countless pieces of wood across the empty area in the jungle. Red Horn rushed in while gasping quickly, pointed his finger at Ji Hao and yelled, "Black Skeleton, don't you dare to take all the benefits! We will never let go of the benefits that our dear Maguspriest has promised us! "
Red Horn stamped his foot against the ground, stared at Jiang Yao and yelled harshly, "Woman, don't forget, even if you catch this kid, when his Abba comes, you still need our help to catch him alive."
Jiang Yao threw a disgusted glance at Red Horn, who was talking nonsense, then proudly raised her head, slowly walked up to Ji Hao, held Ji Hao's chin with her hand and said impatiently, "Alright, alright, you idiots … what I've promised you, of course, I won't owe you anything."
Jiang Yao pinched Ji Hao's face with her fingers, gnashed her teeth and sneered, "Ji Hao, you bloody son of a bitch!"
Ji Hao's muddle-headed eyes suddenly became clear again, a sphere of golden-red fiery light spurted out from his pupils.
Along with a loud clang, Ji Hao pulled out the sharp sword that he had snatched from a Senior Magus of the Black Water Serpent Clan, and pierced the sword straight into Jiang Yao's chest.
Ji Hao then twisted his wrist, poked the sharp sword into Jiang Yao's chest, then yelled at her in disgust, "Jiang Yao, you bitch! Are you done yet? If I don't kill you, you'll never let go of my family, will you? "
Jiang Yao stared at Ji Hao, as if she had just seen a ghost.
The old Maguspriest, who was standing in front of the altar, screamed out in fear.
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