"puff--"

"puff--"

"puff--"

The King of Killing was slaughtering crazily like a large meat grinder, and his bloody killing field continued to absorb blood, and the color became extremely dark.

At the same time, hundreds of members of the Haotian Sect's Tang family gradually gathered and stood in a square formation. Hundreds of Haotian Hammers were raised, and a huge formation was formed amid the surge of thunder. The formation was in the shape of a two-layer cylinder. The lower layer was filled with Haotian Sect disciples who were holding Haotian Hammers and continuously outputting soul power. On the upper layer, Tang Hao was suspended in the air under the drag of the soul power of the Haotian Sect elders. After all, he was only a Soul Saint and did not have the ability to fly at all.

On top of Tang Hao's head, there are the characters of Haotian Jiujue, which looks extremely simple yet domineering.

Lightning flashed at the corners of Tang Hao's eyes as he continuously absorbed the powerful soul power in the Haotian Formation. His soul power level was rising steadily. Ever since his cultivation level dropped to Soul Saint, he had not been able to summon the yellow rings due to insufficient soul power. However, with the help of the Haotian Formation, one of them appeared.

"puff--"

The King of Killing killed several disciples of Haotian Sect with one sword. He came back to his senses from the exhilarating killing and looked towards the direction of the Haotian Formation. Tang Hao, who was in the center of the Haotian Formation, felt a hint of threat.

The flesh wings behind the King of Slaughter shook, and two fierce gusts of wind were rolled up, blowing away the fearless disciples of the Haotian Sect who were constantly blocking them, clearing a path. The King of Slaughter soared into the air and headed towards the Haotian formation.

At this moment, a sturdy figure appeared behind the King of Killing, and reached out and hugged the King of Killing tightly.

"Master, hurry up!"

The man who called Tang Hao his master was naturally Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan.

"The Power Clan obeys my orders, and we will resist to the death until our master is ready!"

At Titan's call, a large number of disciples of the Power Clan jumped up, hugged the thighs, arms, and waist of the King of Killing, and used pure strength to prevent the King of Killing from leaving.

"A bunch of lowly ants!"

The powerful soul power in the body of the King of Slaughter exploded, and all the disciples of the Power Clan except Titan were blown away. The flesh wings behind the King of Slaughter stretched back and covered the Titan behind him, and continued to exert force.

Titan was like being in a press. His sturdy body was subjected to the increasing domineering and powerful force of the King of Slaughter, and the bones in his body kept making crackling sounds.

When he was about to lose consciousness, Titan used the last of his strength to look up at the Haotian formation. The second yellow ring lit up, and seven soul rings, two yellow, four black and one red, appeared under his feet. The two purple rings had exploded before, and Tang Hao, who would not be able to appear under his feet within three days, smiled.

"Master, the proudest thing in my life is to worship you as my master."

With another "crack", the Titan was completely crushed by the flesh wings of the King of Killing, blood, flesh and bones splattered everywhere, deader than dead.

The King of Slaughter spread his wings and released his soul power again, removing the remnants of the Titan behind him. He said coldly: "Damn ants, you are wasting my time!"

"All disciples of Haotian Sect, please retreat! The farther the better!!"

At this time, Tang Hao's rough and domineering roar sounded. In the Haotian formation, Tang Hao finally recovered the cultivation of the Titled Douluo under the continuous infusion of soul power, and was suspended above the Haotian formation, without the need for the Haotian Sect elders to use soul power to hold him back again.

If other disciples of the Haotian Sect relied on the Haotian Sect formation to reach the level of Titled Douluo, it would probably take them some time to be able to soar into the sky like Tang Hao, but Tang Hao was already a Titled Douluo, and once he recovered, he would be able to use the abilities of a Titled Douluo.

Tang Hao's eyes were full of determination. He used the Haotian Formation to infuse a large amount of soul power, allowing the soul power in his body to reach the Titled Douluo realm. This was a huge burden on his body, and only he, who still had four soul bones, could do it. If he used the Ring Explosion again and his body suffered the backlash of the Ring Explosion, I'm afraid his body would be completely crushed by the burden.

But in order to protect the Haotian Sect, what does it matter if he dies? His value is only to pass on the formula of the Great Xumi Hammer, and Xiao San already knows the formula of the Great Xumi Hammer. Sacrificing for the Haotian Sect and awakening his grandfather can be regarded as shining for the Haotian Sect again before his death.

"Old Bat, you can't take this hammer! You just occupied my grandfather's body. You can't even exert one tenth of his strength!"

"Ants!"

The cold murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the King of Killing again. He flapped his flesh wings behind him and rushed towards Tang Hao who was in the Haotian formation.

Tang Hao’s Killing God Domain was fully activated, and the murderous aura gathered to form a blood-colored half-giant. The blood-colored giant held an extremely huge Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and the hammer head was as big as a small hill.

"It's not over yet, Nine Rings Explode!"

The seven soul rings under the blood-colored Tang Hao's feet, two yellow, four black and one red, all turned golden. In the flashing golden light, the soul rings were all broken, and the powerful energy fluctuations all gathered on Tang Hao's body. The blood-colored giant's whole body turned golden, including the Clear Sky Hammer, and the golden light completely covered the blood light. The golden light was extremely bright, like a golden sun.

And in the golden sun, Tang Hao endured the backlash of the Haotian Formation and the exploding ring. Blood spurted out of his body and mouth, and large patches of his brown hair turned white.

However, despite suffering such an injury, Tang Hao still had a firm gaze. He took a deep breath, roared, and the huge Clear Sky Hammer pressed down, pressing down fiercely towards the King of Slaughter.

Facing the golden sun, the bloody killing field of the King of Slaughter had completely dispersed all the blood energy it had absorbed. Even the invincible killing field was under great pressure and was shrinking. The breath of death was overwhelming.

Will die! Will definitely die!
This was the thought that kept arising in the mind of the King of Killing. The blood energy of his killing field was dissipated, and even the killing field could not hold on. How could he take it on with his own abilities? He had no choice but to use Tang Chen.

The blood-red eyes of the King of Slaughter turned dark, and his voice became old, roaring: "Rakshasa!"

At this moment, Tang Chen was still hammering Bibi Dong into a fool, and Bibi Dong kept coming back to life, and he kept hammering again. Feeling the powerful golden sun falling on his head, he immediately held the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and had no time to use the Great Sumeru Hammer. The 100,000-year ninth soul ring lit up.

All hundred thousand year soul skills are instantaneous, and the activation speed is faster than that of a hundred year soul ring. Bibi Dong's space-tearing abyss slash is also instantaneous, but she can absorb the energy of death to accumulate power.

Tang Chen's blood-colored Clear Sky Hammer, with its magic pattern glowing with blood, smashed towards the golden sun with one hand.

In the distance, Qian Xunji and his group were still tens of thousands of meters away from the Haotian Sect. They had already seen a huge golden sun at the top of the Haotian Sect mountain range, emitting terrible pressure.

Then, amidst the flashes of red and golden light, a huge mushroom cloud shot up into the sky, covering one-third of the Haotian Mountains. The roar echoed for countless kilometers. The energy storm brought by the terrorist attack uprooted and crushed countless large trees, and the clouds on the horizon were also pushed away.

Tang Yuehua, Tang San, Tang Tian, ​​and Tang Hu were stunned. Is the Haotian Sect going to be destroyed?

(End of this chapter)