Chapter 2282 Xuantian Remnant Treasure Appears

Pu Jingfeng did not dare to be careless in front of Wang Hao. He stopped a thousand feet away from Wang Hao and offered a black flag that was about ten feet high. After the black flag lit up with a black light, it raised a gust of cold wind, and in the blink of an eye, it covered thousands of miles in radius. The dark clouds rolled, and a large number of hideous evil spirits could be vaguely seen. The temperature around suddenly dropped, and there was a smell of decay.

"Xuantian Remnant Treasure? Shouldn't such treasures be controlled by Mahayana cultivators?" Wang Hao frowned and showed surprise. Pu Jingfeng actually had a Xuantian Remnant Treasure in his hand.

You should know that there are not many Xuantian treasures in the entire spiritual world, and the number of Xuantian Remnant Treasures will not be too many, at most about one hundred. In Zhongtian Continent, Pu Jingfeng's strength is not bad, but in the entire spiritual world, he Pu Jingfeng is just an inconspicuous little person. How can he have such a treasure?

"Haha, I didn't want to take it out, but you forced me to do it. Wang Hao, you will die here today, and your family will disappear.

And you are the one who caused all this!"

Pu Jingfeng looked crazy. Once the Xuantian Remnant Treasure was exposed, it would be difficult for him to keep it with his strength, but now he couldn't care less. If Wang Hao was killed, their Pu family could regain the lost territory, and even take advantage of the situation to drive the human race out and regain the territory lost by the Shuiling Clan. The rise of his Pu family is just around the corner.

Although the risk is great, the benefits are also great.

"Haha, do you think that you are my opponent if you have the remnant of Xuantian treasure? Do you think the other six fellow Taoists will ignore it? Even Yin Yuhua will not be willing to let the remnant of Xuantian treasure fall into your hands, right?"

Wang Hao sneered. The entire human race may only have one or two Xuantian spiritual treasures or remnant of Xuantian treasures. The Five Elements Spirit Race is weaker than the human race as a whole. The remnant of Xuantian treasure in Pu Jingfeng's hand is a first-class treasure for the Five Elements Spirit Race. Will the Mahayana cultivators of the Five Elements Spirit Race let this treasure stay in Pu Jingfeng's hands?

Even if Pu Jingfeng wins today, he can't keep this treasure, and even the entire Pu family will be implicated.

"Hmph, so what? Don't delay time. To tell you the truth, this place has been blocked. Those people outside can't see what happened at all. Die!"

Pu Jingfeng had already thought about it. After killing Wang Hao, he would hand over the remnant of Xuantian treasure to Yin Yuhua. As for how Yin Yuhua dealt with it, he didn't care.

Pu Jingfeng pinched his magic formula, and a black ghost crawled out of the dark clouds in the sky. Hundreds of ferocious ghosts let out a shrill ghost cry, as if it was a roar from hell!

With the roar, hundreds of ghosts crawled out of the clouds and floated in the air. In addition to a ghost in the fusion stage, there were six ghosts in the refining stage and dozens of ghosts in the transformation stage.

This force is enough to deal with three or four fusion monks.

It can be seen that Pu Jingfeng has been planning for a long time, and Wang Hao's initiative to challenge him gave him an opportunity!

Roar!

Hundreds of ghosts roared one after another, and the ghost roar shocked the sky, and the void was distorted and deformed. The ghost roar echoed in the ink-like ghost domain, one after another!

Wang Hao showed a look of pain on his face, frowning, as if his head was about to explode!

He held up several defenses, and the majestic mana overflowed like a flood.

"Hahaha!" Pu Jingfeng laughed, "It's useless. Even if you are in the late stage of fusion, you can't escape the Soul-Crying Roar!"

The Soul-Crying Roar is a high-level spiritual art. It is rumored that when tens of thousands of ghosts in the Nascent Soul stage perform this art together, even Mahayana cultivators dare not take it head-on. When a hundred spirit-transforming ghosts perform this art, even fusion cultivators will die on the spot.

This Xuantian treasure is still broken. If it were intact, Wang Hao would have died at this moment!

The blood in Wang Hao's body was surging, and his mind was filled with a murderous intention. He seemed to appear in an ancient battlefield, where tens of thousands of high-level cultivators were fighting and blood was rushing to the sky!

"Can't I bear it with my powerful Yuanshen?" Wang Hao muttered to himself, his eyes slowly turned blood red. Just when he was about to lose his mind, the phoenix pattern on his chest suddenly glowed brightly. With a clear and rapid phoenix cry, Wang Hao regained consciousness!

He looked up and saw a black ghost hand over a hundred feet long had appeared above his head.

An astonishing force enveloped the void, twisting and deforming, as if it was about to tear apart!

Wang Hao felt like he was carrying a mountain of tens of billions of pounds on his shoulders, unable to move.

"I was careless, I shouldn't underestimate the world," Wang Hao regretted in his heart that he still didn't stay alive, it was a little early!

However, with his physical strength, just a ghost hand couldn't kill him!

"You really have some skills, I want to see how long you can last," Pu Jingfeng shouted angrily, and the dark clouds in the distance rolled up and turned into two black and shining swords. On the hilt of the sword was a lifelike and ferocious ghost head, and the ghost head made a ghost cry, which made Wang Hao feel dizzy and his blood surge.

Wang Hao's mind moved, and the fire on his body burst into flames. He suddenly turned into a thousand-foot-long black fire phoenix, burning with dazzling flames all over his body, dispelling the yin and ghost clouds lingering around him.

Rumble, the Black Fire Phoenix spewed out two huge fireballs, instantly destroying the two ghost swords flashing with black light.

"How is it possible? How can your Wang family have the blood of the true spirit?" Pu Jingfeng couldn't believe it.

"No matter what, you must die here today," Pu Jingfeng shouted madly, and the black ghost hand flashed wildly and slapped it hard.

The Black Fire Phoenix made a phoenix cry, and after a sharp sound of breaking through the air, dense red feathers flew out, and after a blur, they turned into three-foot-long red flying swords, slashing at the black ghost hand!

Boom!

With a loud bang that shook the heavens and the earth, the black ghost hand was chopped into pieces by the dense feather swords, turning into a large area of ​​Yin Qi, covering an area of ​​more than ten miles!

The huge air wave swept around, sweeping everything, and several small islands were instantly overturned and turned into dust!

Several cultivators who were watching the battle outside were swept by the air wave and flew backwards. Their internal organs were instantly shattered and they died!

It is not a good thing to be involved in the battle between the combined cultivators. I don’t know who gave them the courage to dare to approach here!

There were gusts of Yin wind in the ghost cave, thousands of ghosts roared, and dark clouds rolled, but they could not stop the Black Fire Phoenix!

Because of the skills and magical powers, Wang Hao could not exert the strength that he should have in the combined period, but that was before the transformation. He had the status of the Holy Lord in the Fire Phoenix Clan, and he almost saw all the treasures of the Fire Phoenix Clan. He knew clearly how to use the transformation to exert the greatest power.

He didn't want to reveal this secret before, lest the Feiling Clan find out, but now he can't care about that!

A clear phoenix cry sounded, and a phoenix with a wingspan of a thousand feet and burning flames escaped from the ghost domain, and the ghost domain had been split in two, spreading rapidly to both sides!

But Wang Hao was not feeling well either, the Black Fire Phoenix looked a little embarrassed, and some feathers fell off its body!

He had just escaped, and Pu Jingfeng waved the black flag again, and hundreds of evil spirits sprayed out thin black silk threads one after another, covering the Black Fire Phoenix!

The dense silk threads were woven into a net, covering the sky within a radius of 100 miles!