Chapter 2067 Heavenly Power
Boom boom, the two handprints collided, disintegrated in an instant, and dissipated together.
With the blessing of the Undead Spiritual Pupil, the Rakshasa Ghost Hand is already the top-level Tongtian Lingbao.
But such a trump card means one less, Yin Yanquan will definitely have some considerations for the next attack, and it will be difficult to work!
Yin Yanquan was also a little surprised, staring at Wang Hao's left hand. The Rakshasa Ghost Hand could not be stored in the storage artifact. He had always noticed it before, but he didn't expect it to be such a heaven-defying Tongtian Lingbao!
"Hahaha, good, very good, I didn't expect there would be an unexpected gain!"
Yin Yanquan laughed wildly for a while, with a crazy meaning.
"Boy, you should feel lucky," Yin Yanquan's tone suddenly became extremely cold, "After so many years, you are the first cultivator that I have taken seriously. Today, I want to see how much ability you have!"
Wang Hao's face condensed, and an ominous premonition emerged in his heart. The combined great cultivator had too many means, and he did not have enough understanding of Yin Yanquan.
The decayed aura in the black coffin rolled wildly, and Yin Yanquan's terrifying figure loomed, as if he was about to stand up from it.
A water-blue long sword flew out of the black coffin. This was Yin Yanquan's natal spirit sword.
The sword body was crystal clear, as if it was made of pure water droplets, and it sparkled during the flight.
"Natal spirit sword?" Wang Hao was relieved instead. He was afraid of that kind of inexplicable great magical power. If it was a battle of treasures, he really had never been afraid of anyone!
Although the opponent's spirit sword was good, its level did not exceed the scope of Tongtian Lingbao!
"Let me sacrifice my natal spirit sword, you are proud enough," Yin Yanquan's expression was distorted, and he was extremely angry. In his plan, there shouldn't be so many twists and turns, which consumed too much of his energy.
The blue long sword swam in the cave, making a pleasant sound, just like water hitting rocks!
But to Wang Hao, it was like a demonic sound.
However, this treasure was different from the previous cold python. The cave was finally not so cold!
Whoosh! The blue sword flashed, and the sword shadows split into streams of light, spinning rapidly. Soon there were tens of thousands of them, dazzling people!
"Go!" Yin Yanquan shouted angrily.
The buzzing sound was loud, and the sword energy emitted dazzling spiritual light. These spiritual lights merged together again, and all the spiritual swords turned into a long river of flowing sword energy.
Yin Yanquan's sword attainments were obviously not low. With the law of space, it is no wonder that he has made such a great reputation.
Wang Wenyue was awakened by this sharp breath and slowly opened her eyes, but she only took a look and then closed her eyes again, concentrating on fighting for the treasure.
She believed in her brother. Over the years, her brother has always led the tribe to overcome crises again and again, and she believed that this time is no exception.
At this moment, she can only concentrate to help her brother!
Facing the mighty river of sword energy, Wang Hao remained calm and composed. When he raised his hand, the Star Bronze Bone Lamp appeared in front of him. Before the Rakshasa Ghost Hand merged with the Undead Spirit Eye, the Star Bronze Bone Lamp was definitely the most powerful treasure in his hand.
Even now, the attack power of the Star Bronze Bone Lamp is still stronger than that of the Rakshasa Ghost Hand.
The five stars are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, but today Wang Hao wants to use fire to overcome water!
The Star Bronze Bone Lamp is like a fire tree, gently rotating and getting brighter and brighter.
He shook it gently, and a ray of red flame flew out of the Star Bronze Bone Lamp, instantly turning the cave red.
Yin Yanquan's eyes bulged, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. In this battle, Wang Hao took out too many treasures, each of which was extraordinary. How could there be such a person in this world? He had experienced life and death in the past, and he only had three magical treasures in his hands...
Wang Hao's mana surged wildly, and almost half of his mana flowed into the Star Bronze Bone Lamp. The red flame turned into a blue phoenix, flapping its wings and flying high, rushing towards the long river of sword energy like a sharp arrow without fear!
Rumble, the cave is very large, but for the cultivators of the Void Refining Sect, it is as small as a courtyard. The red and blue lights collided instantly after they appeared.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, and the entire cave fell into a strange silence!
But everyone here knew that a terrible force was brewing and was about to erupt.
The blue phoenix rushed into the blue sword light as a whole, as if it disappeared out of thin air, and the blue sword energy also stopped, as if it was originally so harmless.
The explosion came quickly, just a slight stagnation, and the long river of sword energy expanded rapidly, and a touch of red light tore open.
Then more and more cracks appeared, and hot flames surged out.
Rumble, deafening sound, the brilliant sun appeared in the center of the cave, in the violent fluctuations, the sun poured out violent energy turbulence, the ice covering the inside of the cave was swept away, and even the corpse water in the corpse pool was evaporated for the most part.
Chaos, the vision was filled with orange-red light, and the naked eye could hardly see anything.
Wang Hao took Wang Wenyue and retreated quickly, and a layer of red escape cover appeared on the Star Bronze Bone Lamp in front of him.
There was a touch of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that he would take advantage of the head-on confrontation. Wang Hao didn't think he was too strong, but felt that the other party was a little weak. Maybe from the beginning, Yin Yanquan was bluffing. If he was a normal late-stage fusion cultivator, why would he hide in the dark cave? And he also killed his own people and took his life?
"Why, why?"
"You deserve to die, really deserve to die!"
"I have been planning for ten thousand years, I am a Mahayana cultivator destined by heaven!"
In the turbulence, Yin Yanquan's crazy roar came. The explosion just now destroyed most of the corpse pool. Even if it can be repaired, it will not be completed in a short time. This is his hard work, this is his hope to leave this dark place, and this is his ladder to Mahayana.
How can he not be angry when it was destroyed by Wang Hao?
Yin Yanquan's expression was abnormally distorted, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes. If the eyes could kill, Wang Hao would have been pierced countless times!
"No, I still have a chance. As long as I throw you into the corpse pool and catch those young people outside, I still have a chance, hahaha!"
Wang Hao felt that this guy had gone completely crazy, but unfortunately, no matter how crazy he was, he had no chance!
In the chaos just now, Wang Hao shot all three light swords without hesitation.
"Crack!" A flash of lightning fell from the sky without any warning, and the magnificent power of heaven descended on the cave!
"Heavenly Tribulation?" Yin Yanquan's laughter stopped abruptly, with a tremor in his voice, as if he had seen the most fearful thing.
The breath of the thunderbolt is very unique, carrying the power of the Heavenly Dao, and no one will make a mistake.
Yin Yanquan has been hiding here for ten thousand years, and even used the corpse pool to seal his breath. Isn't it because he is afraid of the Heavenly Tribulation?
He finally jumped out of the black coffin, and his face was full of madness like a young man.
"How is this possible? How is it possible? How could the Heavenly Dao find me? It's fake, all fake!"
He had disheveled hair and was in a crazy state, as if he had completely lost his mind!
"The Heavenly Dao can't stop me either. Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill him!" Yin Yanquan roared to the sky, and the black breath on his body surged.