Chapter 211: Hun Wuhen's transformation, blood-swallowing pool!

Tang Hao felt more and more that something was wrong, but he thought that Hun Wuhen could not cause any trouble in front of him.

He could not beat Su Yu, Xiao Ya, Qin Luo, and Jiang Taixu.

How could he not beat Hun Wuhen?

He could suppress this kind of trash cultivated by the Soul Palace with one hand!

"Hun Wuhen! Who do you think you are!"

"What nonsense are you talking about in front of me!"

"Kneel down, or I will make you live a life worse than death!"

Boom! The powerful momentum swept towards Hun Wuhen. The cultivation level that had just been improved by the Blood Soul Zhentian Bell was still maintained. His current cultivation level was at the peak of the Saint Realm!

Hun Wuhen, a mere crusher!

The huge momentum attacked Hun Wuhen, causing him to stagger, and the arrogance on Tang Hao's face became even more intense.

He shouted at Hun Wuhen, "A dog is a dog, and it still dreams of being a master! Haha, are you worthy?"

"Kneel before this young master, and I can forgive your offense just now! Otherwise, you will die here today!"

Hun Wuhen said in his heart, "Sure enough, without the Soul-Suppressing Banner, it is really difficult to take him down."

He looked up at Tang Hao and smiled sinisterly, "Sure enough, he is worthy of being the young master of the Changsheng family, and his foundation is profound."

"This identity is very coveted, tut tut... This identity will be mine soon."

Boom! Hun Wuhen sacrificed the Soul-Suppressing Banner, and the black momentum soared into the sky. The Soul-Suppressing Banner fell above Tang Hao's head in an instant.

Tang Hao felt his soul being suppressed again.

However, it was slightly weaker than Qin Luo's Human Emperor Banner just now, so he would not be completely deprived of the ability to attack in an instant.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! Hun Wuhen, you dare to attack me, you are looking for death!"

"I will kill you!"

"When I get out, I will destroy your Soul Palace! Remember, if you dare to attack me, the price is not something you can afford!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Tang Hao stepped out step by step, he tried to break free from the suppression of the Soul-Suppressing Banner and forcefully kill Hun Wuhen in front of him.

Hun Wuhen was not panicked at all, he smiled and looked at Tang Hao and said: "The power of the Soul-Suppressing Banner lies in that it can summon some powerful dead souls to fight."

And this place is the ancient battlefield, the Soul-Suppressing Banner swayed slightly, and it seemed that there were strange sounds.

As far as Tang Hao could see, one after another illusory and powerful souls walked towards him.

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed, and as soon as he rushed to Hun Wuhen's approach, a dead soul waved the weapon in his hand at him.

Bang! He fought with the ghost, and a huge roar sounded. He flew backwards and was instantly surrounded by the ghosts.

Tang Hao panicked instantly, and he shouted: "Hun Wuhen! You are so brave!"

"Hun Wuhen, you dare to attack me! I am the young master of the Changsheng family!"

"If you dare to kill me, my Tang family will not let you go!"

"Ah! Hun Wuhen, I will kill you! I will kill you!"

Tang Hao's momentum continued to weaken, and he was almost suppressed by the ghosts and the soul-suppressing banner and lost his fighting power.

Hun Wuhen smiled slightly, looked in his direction and said: "No, no, no, the Tang family will not know about this."

"Because, I want to be you."

Swoosh! His body rushed out like a ghost and fell beside Tang Hao, who was almost losing his fighting power.

"Next, experience the wonderful feeling of me in you."

"Tang Hao, remember, in the future, I will be you!"

"Hehehe!" Hun Wuhen's voice made Tang Hao feel fear, and trembled from the soul.

"Hun Wuhen, you can't! You dare!"

But he couldn't stop Hun Wuhen.

Whoosh! Hun Wuhen's soul sank into Tang Hao's body, and the souls merged! Hun Wuhen is the master!

"Hun Wuhen! You are looking for death, you are looking for death! Ah ah ah!" Tang Hao roared, feeling his eyelids heavy, slowly closed his eyes, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, three days passed.

When Tang Hao opened his eyes again, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"In the future, I will be Tang Hao." He only heard him muttering to himself.

Then he put away the soul-suppressing banner and his body and left this place.

Qin Luo stared at the pool of blood, and the burning light in his eyes was seen by the Qin family ancestor next to him.

He pretended to be profound and said: "Do you know how much essence is contained in this pool of blood?"

Qin Luo didn't even want to talk. He was a little anxious and quickly said: "There is a quasi-emperor suppressed here, and seven powerful people at the peak of the great saint realm!"

"The blood energy contained in it is enough to upgrade a saint realm to the great saint realm!"

"Since you are a descendant of my Qin family, kneel in front of me, the ancestor, and I can teach you a technique that is enough for you to refine this pool of blood. Within ten years, you will definitely step into the threshold of the great saint realm!"

Qin Luo finally turned his head and looked at him at this time, "I especially want to know one thing now, are you alive or dead now?"

His eyes were full of curiosity. He could not feel the vitality of the old man, nor could he feel the breath of the old man's soul. He looked like a dead person.

This matter is also very important. If there are still living people in the Kunxu Secret Realm, it will undoubtedly pose a huge crisis to him.

According to the conventional routine, those who are alive will eventually become the protagonist's arm strength, and at the critical moment, they will attack the villain and allow the protagonist to turn the tide.

Hearing this, the flame in the old man's eyes seemed to dim a little.

He turned and looked at his coffin, "Dead, dead, already dead."

"The body is barely preserved by the secret method and the stone coffin, and it will dissipate in a short time."

"As for the inside of the skull." He tapped his skull lightly with his fingers and said, "It's not the soul inside, but some memories that have been reserved in advance."

"It's just to wait for my Qin family's clansmen to pass on my one art to him. I can only 'live' this time."

He turned his head and looked at Qin Luo again, waving his hand, "Forget it, if you don't want to kneel, don't kneel, as long as you are my Qin family's clansmen."

"I will pass on the method of refining the blood pool to you."

As he spoke, he began to transmit the sound into the secret, and the method was transmitted to Qin Luo's ears. Qin Luo listened a little and knew that this method was very useless.

It only has the effect of refining the blood pool, and the effect is not as good as the Heaven Devouring Demon Art.

Qin Luo immediately waved his hand, "No need, you can keep it and take it to the grave."

As he spoke, he jumped into the blood pool.

"Hmm?" The flames in the old man's eyes jumped violently, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But the next second, he saw the blood in the blood pool being absorbed crazily by Qin Luo.

He tried to make a wide-eyed gesture, "This technique, I seem to have heard of it?"

"My memory is a little lost." He shook his head and fell into memories.

After a long time, he suddenly remembered, "Yes, yes, it is the technique practiced by the legendary empress!"

"Yes, it should be, that's right, it should be!"

"That woman is a ruthless person!"