The strongest training system

Chapter 390
The black line was getting closer and closer, so close that Wang Hao finally saw its original appearance clearly.

This is the cavalry, tall horses, sitting on knights covered in black iron armor, each knight holds a long spear in his hand.

Wang Hao sighed, and couldn't help swearing, "You want to crush me with cavalry? Why don't you summon a meteorite and destroy the entire illusion?"

Of course he knew that these black knights were fake, but after all, this was an illusion dominated by evil gods, and the fake ones were also real. If he was killed by the black knights, he would usher in a real death.

"It looks like I'm going to kill myself!"

The black cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the whole sea of ​​blood was boiling due to the trampling of the horseshoes. Wang Hao did not sit still, but instead charged towards the cavalry.

"kill!"

Wang Hao turned into a sharp arrow and pierced into the formation of the cavalry. The Longyuan sword in his hand pierced the heavy armor of the black cavalry with ease.

The strongest of the evil god is illusion. In his illusionary world, he can create any situation.

This team of iron cavalry, if driven by his real power, can transform into billions, and some low-level gods can only die of hatred.

However, this is not the world he is in. He who can only exert one ten-thousandth of his strength, whether it is the number of cavalry or his strength, has been weakened by ten thousand times.

"Yuanwu Continent is not your world, go back!"

Wang Hao exploded with astonishing power, and killed seven in and seven out of the cavalry formation. When he retracted his sword, the whole sea of ​​blood returned to calm again.

"Aren't you going to show up? I want to see what else you can do!"

The evil god naturally has many abilities. In front of Wang Hao, a naked woman with wings appeared.

Although naked, there is no temptation. This woman exudes strong evil power.

"Did you change it to summon the birdman this time?"

Wang Hao fought again with his sword in hand. The Birdman was much stronger than the Black Knight, but he was still no match for Wang Hao.

After ten breaths, Wang Hao broke off the birdman's wings and chopped off her head.

Immediately afterwards, more monsters appeared in front of Wang Hao. They were strong and weak, but none of them could last more than [-] breaths under Wang Hao's sword.

The evil god's original intention was to weaken Wang Hao's power in the form of a wheel battle, but in the end, Wang Hao consumed his power.

The sea of ​​blood surged, and the figure of the evil god reappeared.

"Finally willing to come out!" Wang Hao raised his sword and pointed at the evil god, "Don't waste time, let's decide the outcome!"

The evil god gritted his teeth and said: "If I can descend one ten-thousandth more power, I can crush you to death with one finger!"

"What's the use of saying these words?" Wang Hao sneered at this, "If you gods were allowed to descend, the Yuanwu Continent would have long been in your pocket, but the way of heaven has its own laws, so how could it let you do anything wrong? How can you be stronger than the heavens?"

"Boy, even if I abandon the entire tribe of believers today, I will kill you to relieve my hatred!"

As the words fell, strips of black tattoos appeared on the evil god's body, and finally formed a totem full of evil spirits on his chest.

Wang Hao finally got serious. He could feel that the evil god was forcibly plundering the old witch's vitality to strengthen his own strength!
"The sea of ​​blood swallows the sky!"

The evil god opened his arms, bursting out with all his divine power, and in an instant, the sea of ​​blood was extraordinary, turning up monstrous waves!

Layers of blood surged towards Wang Hao, and Wang Hao took a deep breath. If he was trapped by these blood waves, the consequences would be disastrous!
"Heavenly Magic Qin!"

He put away the Longyuan Sword and summoned the Tianmoqin. He wanted to escape from the death in front of him, but he had to break through the illusion constructed by the evil god!
Wang Hao's legs were crossed, and his body was floating in the air. He put the Tianmoqin on his lap, and stroked the strings with his ten fingers.

He plucked the strings slightly with his fingers, and the strings vibrated, and a crisp sound came out immediately.

The sound of Tianmoqin is like a trickling spring in the forest, giving people a sense of coolness.

The evil god roared angrily: "With your three-legged cat's illusion, you still want to compete with the god of illusion, dreaming!"

"The illusion of the three-legged cat?" Wang Hao sneered at the evil god's evaluation, and with the melodious sound of the piano, a sky-blue light film emerged around his body, wrapping him in it.

This sky-blue space is the illusion constructed by Wang Hao.

The evil god was stunned. It was the first time he saw that someone could create a new illusion in his illusion.

"Even if you can create the illusion yourself, so what, let me devour your strength!"

"boom!"

The first wave of blood hit the light film, swallowing Wang Hao's figure inside.

"Hahahaha! It's really vulnerable. Constructing an illusion in front of the god of illusion is simply a trick..."

The evil god's laughter stopped abruptly, and he suddenly discovered that when the blood wave subsided, Wang Hao's figure reappeared, and the illusion he constructed was still firm, without even a slight fluctuation.

"It's impossible!" The evil god became furious, and he mobilized more waves of blood, rushing towards Wang Hao's illusion one after another.

The waves of blood continued to wash away, and Wang Hao's illusion was looming in the blood.

The sound of the zither continued, and Wang Hao's illusion was like a rock, which would not move despite the wind and rain.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano became more urgent.

Several springs converge into a small river, the river is flowing happily, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant on the banks of the river.

With the intensification of the sound of the piano, the illusion built by Wang Hao became larger, and the impacting blood wave became more powerless.

The evil god clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't say a word. He was already doomed to fail!
"Since I can't kill you, I will trap you in the illusion forever!"

The evil god pinched seals with both hands, and silently recited the magic formula in his mouth. The illusion of the sea of ​​blood turned into a cage, and wanted to suppress Wang Hao forever.

Wang Hao's eyes were slightly cold, how could he let the evil god succeed.

The ten fingers stroking the strings danced faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became more urgent, just like the sound of horses pedaling from charging cavalry.

Countless rivers converge into a river, and the cheerful flowing water forms strong winds and waves, whistling downstream.

"boom!"

Wang Hao's illusion and the evil god's illusion collided fiercely, and the two illusions fought head-on.

The power of the evil god was about to dry up, but Wang Hao's power was still increasing.

The great river goes eastward, and finally merges into the sea, turning into a vast ocean.

Wang Hao's hands playing the Tianmoqin were so close that no afterimages could be seen, and the sound of the piano was so fast that the evil god wanted to vomit blood.

The blue illusion became wider and wider, and finally completely broke through the sea of ​​blood!

"call!"

Both illusions dissipated, and Wang Hao and the evil spirit returned to the real world again.

The difference is that Wang Hao still looks calm, while the old witch possessed by the evil god has regained his old appearance, his breath is weak, as if he will die at any time.

The evil god has no strength to fight anymore, so he can only curse in hatred: "Boy, I will issue a reward and let all the gods order the believers in Yuanwu Continent to chase and kill you!"

"I will make you dare not close your eyes at night, and your nerves are tense all the time, enjoy the torment of fear!"

Facing the threat of the evil god, Wang Hao responded with a smile, "If what you said is true, I will definitely look forward to this day. I will kill your believers one by one, so that you will never get any more. Belief!"

"You'd better look forward to it, I won't be able to become a god in this life, otherwise I will definitely pull your real deity off the throne! Step on it!"

For the evil god, the intimidation of a mortal is ridiculous, but when he faced Wang Hao, he couldn't laugh at all.

He had a feeling in his heart, as if a human being pretending to be a barbarian would definitely keep his word and fulfill his promise!
Wang Hao summoned the Ratio of the Trapped God, and instantly moved in front of the evil god.

"I've heard enough of your nonsense, please be quiet!"

The sharp dagger pierced the abdomen of the old witch possessed by the evil god, and the powerful sealing power trapped the will of the evil god in the old witch's body.

At the end of the battle, Wang Hao held the half-dead old witch on his body and walked towards the Niutou tribe.

When the warriors of the Niutou tribe saw Wang Hao's returning figure, they all shouted his name excitedly.

"Philip! Warrior! Fili! Warrior!"

Fat Rat leaned forward and asked in a low voice: "Boss, what should we do now, we can't really make the Niutou tribe gain more power, right?"

A strange smile appeared on Wang Hao's face, "Tell Mantis and Panshi that the battle is not over yet, so don't relax too much."

Fat Mouse's eyes lit up, and he understood the subtext in the boss's words. He replied decisively: "Boss, don't worry, the three of us haven't killed enough!"

"Let's go! I think the leader of the Tauren Tribe and the old witch are all in a hurry, right?"

After driving away the captives of the Cthulhu Tribe, Wang Hao returned to the Niutou Tribe, and what greeted him were the excited roars of the residents of the Niutou Tribe.

The warriors of the Tauren tribe pressed the captives under the square in the center of the tribe. This was the arrangement of the leader. He wanted the old witch to hold a ceremony to make the captives who had lost the imprint of the gods in their bodies convert to the God of the Tauren.

The leader said to Wang Hao: "Philip! Praise and reward, wait until these captives believe in the Minotaur God. I will definitely let the old witch pray to the Minotaur God to give you more powerful power!"

"Thank you boss!"

Wang Hao came up with a smile, and threw the old witch from the evil god tribe at his feet.

The leader didn't care about the dying old witch, as long as the old witch of the evil god tribe didn't die before the ceremony, it would be fine.

He walked up to the old witch of his own tribe and said solemnly: "Old witch, start the ceremony to make my tribe stronger!"

The old witch held the staff and walked in front of the prisoner. He raised the staff and began to communicate with the gods.

The eyes of the entire tribe's residents were filled with excitement, and everyone was looking forward to the arrival of the Tauren.

With the progress of the ceremony, the sky is getting darker and evil spirits emerge.

"Master the great Tauren, please listen to the call of your most loyal believers and show up!"

"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly appeared, the dark clouds in the sky turned red, and the breath of the bull-headed god descended on the earth.

The eyes of the warriors of the Heretic God Tribe were full of despair...

Everyone's attention was on the sky, only Wang Hao's eyes were fixed on the old witch who was performing the ceremony.

No one noticed that behind the old witch, the space twisted, and a human stepped out of the space!
"puff!"

An arm pierced the old witch's chest!
(End of this chapter)