Chapter 313 Tang Hao is defeated

The two fierce forces collided, causing a turbulent wind to blow between heaven and earth. Wang Zhao raised the Holy Scythe of the Dead Souls slightly in front of him, his eyes fixed.

As the saying goes, take advantage of your illness to kill you!

At this time, he would not wait for the result of the collision between Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer and the gray light knife shadow. In short, Wang Zhao knew very well that although he had caught Tang Hao off guard with his self-created soul skill Chaos Cloak Magic Scythe, and even used the powerful final secret of Nine Nine Returns to One, it was definitely not enough to really hurt Tang Hao.

After all, Tang Hao was not unwilling to resist and let him slaughter him. And this attack, at most, made Tang Hao feel very difficult.

Facing such a guy who can often open a plug-in that is no less than the original protagonist Tang San in special periods, Wang Zhao said that since head-on confrontation is your strong point, then I will not confront you head-on.

The Holy Scythe of the Dead Souls, the dead magic, the most prominent feature is still the weirdness.

Thinking about it, Wang Zhao's lips moved slightly, and he once again silently recited the spell to cast magic.

Not long after, two thick and long shadows suddenly appeared in the chaotic void. The source was unknown. They were like strange and creepy tentacles, and more like long whips. The whips dripped with venom that could cause extreme pain to the soul.

As soon as they appeared, they whipped Tang Hao, who was fighting against the gray light sword shadow, and soon Tang Hao's painful groan was heard on the battlefield.

"Ah!"

Wang Zhao's mouth curled slightly.

Death whip of necromancy.

This move would not cause much trouble to this daily Tiantian Douluo in normal times, but who makes it a special period now.

Bang!!!

Not long after, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Tang Hao's extremely embarrassed figure was seen by Wang Zhao, and he also withdrew the death whip at the same time.

Then, another gray light sword energy was swung at Tang Hao, and Tang Hao hastily resisted with the Haotian Hammer.

"Have you had enough..."

Tang Hao then said in a low voice.

"Of course, no."

"Hmph!"

Tang Hao's eyes suddenly widened, and he finally stopped hiding his violent look. A faint black-purple light flashed in his eyes.

"In that case, I want to see how powerful you, the son of the Spirit Hall who likes to play tricks, are. Are you more durable than your last pope Qianxunji!"

After saying that, Tang Hao took the initiative to attack. Unlike the slight contempt he showed just now, he directly used his own soul skills and Haotian Jiujue this time.

In addition, there is...

Swish!

The sky and the earth were inexplicably dark, and the entire mountain seemed to be dyed black and purple at this moment. A repressive and breathtaking aura emerged, and Wang Zhao frowned while holding the handle of the Death Scythe.

This is, domain?

Is it Tang Hao's God of Death domain? No. Wang Zhao had felt the God of Death domain on Bibi Dong before, and it was not the way Tang Hao was displaying it now.

But if it is not the God of Death domain, what else could it be?

With doubts in his heart, Wang Zhao avoided the direct battle with Tang Hao's Haotian Hammer while flexibly using necromancy and sword energy to harass Tang Hao, and once again superimposed the Chaos Cloak Demon Scythe.

During the process, Wang Zhao's mind occasionally had some inexplicable dirty thoughts, and the figures of the women who had a deep relationship with him in this world kept appearing, interfering with Wang Zhao and sometimes almost affecting his use of the Chaos Cloak Demon Scythe.

He slapped his head hard, barely sobered up a little, silently chanted a spell, secretly cast the necromancy of the dead soul, and instantly entered a state of extreme calmness and rationality.

At this time, he completely got rid of the influence of Tang Hao's domain.

"This guy, this effect... Is he now stretching out the so-called Rakshasa domain?"

Wang Zhao's eyes stayed faintly around Tang Hao, combined with Tang Hao's series of abnormal situations, and suddenly realized.

"So, he accepted the Rakshasa God Test? He killed people all over the continent in order to complete the God Test? Damn!"

The more Wang Zhao thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. In the end, his eyes towards Tang Hao had completely changed.

What a warrior, he actually dared to accept such a tricky thing as the Rakshasa God Test.

So the Rakshasa God in this world chose to give up persecuting Bibi Dong after being forced to have a friendly exchange with the Gods of Time and Space, and turned his attention to Tang Hao...

While Wang Zhao's thoughts turned, under the influence of the extremely rational effect of the Heart of the Dead, he had roughly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

However, no matter how much Wang Zhao thought about it, the battle between him and Tang Hao would never stop. The two sides fought for a while, and finally Tang Hao took the initiative to withdraw.

"What, is it not okay?"

Wang Zhao stepped into the void, holding the Holy Scythe of the Dead in front of him and pointing the blade straight at Tang Hao, his momentum not diminished at all.

Compared with him, Tang Hao was really tired. Physically, it was okay. After all, the endurance of a Titled Douluo was terrifying. He was more tired mentally.

This Spirit Hall Saint was so cunning!

Tang Hao couldn't help thinking.

Because Wang Zhao never fought him head-on, and kept using all kinds of weird and tormenting skills on him, he was so frustrated that he felt that fighting with this Spirit Hall Saint was even more uncomfortable than fighting with Qianxunji, Ju, and Ghost Douluo of the Spirit Hall.

And... what was going on with this kid who pretended to be a ghost? Why was he not affected by his Rakshasa Domain at all?

At this moment, Tang Hao once again missed his domineering Killing God Domain.

He looked at Wang Zhao deeply with some reluctance, and finally turned around abruptly.

By now, Tang Hao has been able to vaguely realize that he may not be able to take down the Son of the Spirit Hall today. Even if he bursts out with all his strength, he can only repel him at most, and he can't save Wang Zhao's life or even capture him alive.

In this case, it is inevitable that his deeds will be exposed. The fact that he has become a fallen soul master will soon spread all over the continent...

Damn it!

Tang Hao deeply felt his own powerlessness. In the end, he just wanted to complete the Nine Tests of Rakshasa and become a real Rakshasa God. At that time, what about the Son of the Pope of the Spirit Hall, what bad reputation, everything will be decided by him!

In this way, Tang Hao turned around and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly shrank and became lighter, but it did not disappear. With the blessing of the spirit, his soul power bursting speed was more than one level faster than before when he did not summon the spirit, and he was about to escape again.

Suddenly, Tang Hao seemed to think of something, and turned his head and asked loudly: "Son of the Spirit Hall, can you leave your name?!"

Wang Zhao thought about it.

"Remember, my name is Li Ming."

"Li Ming..."

Tang Hao repeated in a low voice and quickly fled into the distance.

Wang Zhao looked at Tang Hao's back with deep eyes, paused, and still chose not to chase him.