Hearing the alarm, Zhu Rong's look changed instantly.
Stomping his foot against the ground in rage, Zhu Rong growled, "How dare they attack for the second time?!"
Flashing across the air, Zhu Rong transformed into a stream of fiery light and rose into the sky. Half of the sky was burned red by the fiery red cloud released by Zhu Rong, who was enraged. Countless fist-sized spheres of fire fell from the sky and exploded before they landed on the ground, filling the entire sky with thunders.
Ji Hao, Po and Gui Ling paused slightly. They didn't have the time to figure out whether that man was killed by the sword formation or escaped with some special magic. Instead, they all rose into the sky, transformed into streams of light, trod on watery clouds, and followed closely behind Zhu Rong, flying towards the south.
With the flowing sunlight flying magic, Ji Hao transformed into an extremely thin stream of light, silently darting forward.
He glanced at Po and Gui Ling from time to time. This time, both of them didn't try to keep a low profile anymore, as they usually did. Instead, they both showed their true powers.
Po took out a jade-white short sword from an unknown place. He controlled the sword with his primordial spirit, transforming into a sharp beam of sword light, flashing across the air. The speed of the sword light was so fast that Ji Hao couldn't help but be stunned. The sword light flashed across the air for a long distance, then flashed again, and Ji Hao couldn't even see Po anymore!
A tens of thousands of miles long hazy turtle silhouette floated above Gui Ling's head. The enormous black turtle slowly took a step forward, then Gui Ling's body flashed across the air for tens of thousands of miles within a moment.
Even though Ji Hao's flowing sunlight flying magic had already reached an extreme level, reaching the limit of his current cultivation and power, he still couldn't catch up with Po and Gui Ling.
Ji Hao couldn't help but be shocked. Normally, Po and Gui Ling had always been calm and carefree, as if they were powerful beings living in the world. Ji Hao had never seen them lose their temper. Therefore, they always moved slowly and gracefully.
This was the first time for Ji Hao to see Po and Gui Ling lose their temper.
Looking at them rushing forward with a burning passion, Ji Hao couldn't help but mourn for the poor ones who would bump into them later. Enraged Po and Gui Ling, hehe, Ji Hao couldn't wait to see what would happen to those poor ones.
Shaking his head, Ji Hao deactivated the flowing sunlight flying magic and released the golden bridge from between his eyebrows. A dark golden beam of light tore the space apart, as Ji Hao flashed across the air and disappeared. In the next moment, he directly reappeared in the lava sea where Zhu Rong took him.
The golden bridge was magical. When Ji Hao arrived in this lava sea, Po and Gui Ling, Po and Gui, Ling, were all gone.
In Ji Hao's spiritual space, the mysterious golden bridge suddenly, Ling, and Gui Ling, and Gui Ling were all disappeared. Little guy, the enemy this time is very powerful. You must be very, very careful! "
While the mysterious man's voice was still lingering in Ji Hao's spiritual space, a fierce gust of wind came from behind him. He hurriedly made a somersault and rose straight into the sky along with a stream of fiery light, reaching hundreds of miles high.
Turning around, Ji Hao popped out his eyes and looked down. A sturdy man, whose entire body was glowing with splendid lights and looked like he was cast from precious glass beads, was holding a huge dragon-head staff, and was staring at Ji Hao fiercely.
Just now, this man was the one who sneakily attacked Ji Hao from behind with his walking stick. Ji Hao didn't know what he did, but he managed to dodge Ji Hao's spirit power. Before Ji Hao could find him, he had already approached Ji Hao from behind.
"Good one, take this!" Ji Hao opened his erect eye of Dao of sun and released streams of essence sun fire, which were as thick as lava. The essence sun fire rolled and coiled. Within the golden, sticky fire, spell symbols silently emerged one after another.
That six-foot-tall muscular man flashed across the air and dashed straight towards Ji Hao, leaving tens of shreds of afterimages in the air.
There seemed to be an invisible staircase in the air. Step by step, the sturdy man rushed towards Ji Hao. Every step he took, a splendidly glowing, translucent datura flower would silently emerge under his feet.
The burly man's body was sturdy and burly, but his movements were light and graceful, like a young girl dancing lightly. He brandished the thirty-feet-long dragon-headed walking stick in his hand in a vigorous manner, but looking at his movements, it was as if he was holding a ribbon and swinging it in the wind.
"Bastard!" Ji Hao vaguely guessed what had happened.
The golden essence sun fire struck violently on the man's body and blasted the pure sun thunderbolt. Miles in radius spheres of golden thunderbolts exploded, releasing waves of scorching pure sun power that swept across the air. Ji Hao's long hair fluttered in the air as he floated in the air, fixed his eyes on the rolling fire.
Before the fiery light of the explosion dissipated, another muffled swishing noise came from behind him.
Flashing across the air, the golden bridge flew out from between Ji Hao's eyebrows and brought him to over ten miles away. He turned around to look, and the hairs on his back immediately stood on end. Astonishingly, seventeen people with brilliant lights and vibrant colors appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the place where he was just a moment ago.
If the golden bridge didn't help him break the space and travel freely, he would have fallen into the encirclement of these men already.
The fiery light dissipated, and the muscular man who was struck by Ji Hao's pure yang thunderbolt just now rushed out of the fiery light, as if nothing had happened. Eighteen muscular men composed a mysterious great formation, with nine on the inside and nine on the outside, staring at Ji Hao like a tiger staring at its prey.
"Are you … possessed by ghosts?" Remaining silent for a while, Ji Hao asked bluntly.
The eyes of the eighteen men sparkled with a dim light while a strange aroma spread out from their bodies. Colorful flames spread out from their bodies, and soon, the entire area with a radius of tens of miles was shrouded in a colorful glow, making them look more and more like gods descending from heaven.
"Little guy, that sword formation of yours was so powerful just now." One of them said slowly with an extremely special voice that Ji Hao could never forget, which was mixed with the voices of men and women, young and old, "You actually managed to kill me once? But it's useless. It's not so easy to kill our people for good. "
Ji Hao's face froze instantly. He looked at that man and shouted, "Who on earth are you?"
Although he knew that this man was probably possessed by a sky devil, as recorded in the Daoist scriptures in his previous life, Ji Hao still wanted to find an answer.
The man smiled faintly and prepared to say something, but a fiery light dazzled over. Zhu Rong rushed over in a great rage.
Looking at Ji Hao, who was confronting the eighteen men, Zhu Rong nodded and pointed his finger out. Immediately, giant waves were raised from the lava ocean. The lava split up, creating a tens of thousands of miles thick valley.
Through the cracked lava, Ji Hao saw a few stunningly beautiful women standing in front of the gate of the divine palace, with seven-colored mist rising from their bodies. Their hands brought up streams of misty light, seeming to break the defense of the divine palace and enter the palace.
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