Invincible God

Chapter 3864 Haotian Chapter Nine Nether Reincarnation Art
Chapter 850: Haotian Chapter Nine Nether Reincarnation Art
Thousands of iron cavalry surrounded Haotian, and then all the soldiers took off the bows and arrows on their backs one after another, and lit rockets on the bows and arrows.

"Haotian, Nian, in your Hao family, you also used to protect rivers and mountains. Today, your family will be cremated here."

Wu Huang said lightly, then slowly raised his right hand.

"Emperor Wu, you have harmed Zhongliang, and you will repay your kindness with revenge. A bastard like you, who deceives the world and steals his name, will one day be rewarded with evil."

Haotian roared.

"put!"

The endless rockets made the whole world like this, forming wave after wave of arrow rain, shooting towards Haotian.

Holding a silver spear, Haotian stared at the rain of arrows in the sky with serious eyes, the white horse neighed, its front hooves jumped high, and then rushed towards Emperor Wu facing the rain of arrows.

At this moment, time seems to be frozen. In the Condensed Body Realm, he has just embarked on cultivation and is not a real immortal. Facing these feathered arrows, it is also difficult to completely stop them.

This is Haotian's last struggle against the decadent life. He knows that he will die this time, but he must come.

How can you, as a son of man, turn a blind eye to the heads of your parents hanging by the street?

Wu Huang also knew, so Wu Huang was waiting for him.

Whoosh whoosh!
Haotian whirled the long spear in his hand, smashing apart the rain of arrows, but under the overwhelming arrow rain, Haotian couldn't stop them all at all.

The spear stabbed at the ground, and then slammed it, and the corpse he killed flew up and blocked it.

Puff puff!
The corpse was instantly pierced by the rocket, and more rockets shot through the corpse towards Haotian.

The white horse neighed at an extremely fast speed, and the Haotian spear kept waving, flying a corpse and blocking the rocket.

At the same time, the wooden thorns used to hang the heads of Hao's family were picked up by him and shot at Wu Huang.

Although Wu Huang also practiced martial arts, his strength was not strong. He immediately retreated, and thousands of soldiers behind him blocked the wooden thorns.

puff!
Under the rain of arrows, a feathered arrow pierced the white horse.

The white horse neighed, and landed immediately. The moment Haotian landed, he rolled and hurriedly distanced himself from his position.

Dangdang!
The jade slips fell on the ground and made a positive sound when they collided, and the flames burned, slowly burning the heads of the Hao family into ashes.

As Haotian rolled away, the place where he landed was instantly filled with jade slips, the white horse neighed and was shot to death by the feather arrow.

"Shocking Feather!"

Haotian looked at the white horse, with endless pain in his eyes, clenched his hands, and looked at Emperor Wu calmly: "Emperor Dog, I want you to die!"

With a figure like electricity, he rushed towards Wu Huang crazily.

"kill him!"

Emperor Wu drank lightly, and all the soldiers rode their horses to charge towards Haotian.

Dangdang!
The spear roared, Haotian rushed into the crowd without fear, the sound of weapons intersecting could be heard endlessly, blood was splattered, and life disappeared.

With the death of every monk, souls will appear on their bodies. These souls scream in pain and are forcibly sucked into Haotian's body.

Many injuries gradually appeared on Haotian's body, but to everyone's surprise, after these souls were absorbed by him, the injuries on his body recovered miraculously.

"how can that be?"

The soldiers around were all mortals, and although they knew about cultivation, they were unavoidably startled in the face of such a strange situation.

Haotian's eyes became extremely red, and a breath of bloodthirsty madness emanated from his limbs and bones.

Devouring souls is something that heaven and earth cannot tolerate. Every soul has its own unique aura. Devouring other people's souls will make Haotian's soul extremely violent.

In the end, Haotian will completely lose his mind and become a killing machine with neither human nor ghost.

Puff puff!
The sword entered his body, Haotian shouldered the opponent's attack, swung the spear, and the spear instantly beheaded several soldiers in front of him.

Then, the souls in them were pulled into Haotian's body amidst the ferocious howls.

"Devil, you are the devil!"

Some soldiers retreated, hysterical.

The mortal soldiers, seeing all this in front of them, had a great impact on their will, but Haotian slowly showed a smile.

He underestimated the horror of the Jiuyou Reincarnation Art, as long as the opponent cannot kill him immediately, as long as he can kill, he will not die.

Every soul can help him recover from his injuries, and every soul can replenish the energy and strength in his body.

As long as he can kill, he will be a machine that will never exhaust itself and never die.

Facing an army alone, Haotian had no chance of winning at first, but now it is different, he can keep killing until the soldiers are frightened, and the soldiers surrender.

"Emperor Dog, it seems that you underestimated me!"

Haotian sneered and said, the most powerful monk in the Wu Kingdom, even if a cultivator is only a three-star monk, although he is only a condensed body cultivator, after practicing the Nine Nether Reincarnation Art, even if he can't kill that priest, he will never be killed. The opponent is easily beheaded.

As for how many people there are in this imperial city and how many soldiers are around, as long as he kills, his power will be endless. Even if the opponent has three stars, he will eventually be consumed by him.

Hope is crazily generated deep in Haotian's heart. At this moment, he really felt the dawn of revenge.

Wu Huang couldn't run away, because Haotian could kill through this imperial city.

Wu Huang looked at Haotian in astonishment, obviously shocked by Haotian's terror, he is the emperor of a dynasty, although he is only a mortal dynasty, but he also understands cultivation.

Among the immortals he has seen, he has never seen anyone who can devour the soul and maintain his own strength.

More and more soldiers were beheaded, and soon, the mortal soldiers began to retreat, looking at the souls that were forcibly pulled into Haotian's body one by one, their fighting spirit finally collapsed.

Soon, all the soldiers began to flee, all pale and talking about the devil. Wu Huang also sensed that something was wrong at this time, but he did not escape.

Soon, a figure appeared beside him, it was Wu Guo enshrined.

"Everyone, stay away!"

Wu Huang was not stupid either, seeing Haotian's weird fighting style, he immediately shouted loudly.

As long as Haotian can't kill people and has no soul supply, there is no possibility of sacrificing three stars into the gang.

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the words, and retreated into the distance.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Haotian's mouth when he saw this: "Emperor Dog, if you return to the palace in embarrassment, I really have no choice but to offer it to you.

However, you have to maintain face, stand here, ha ha! "

After finishing speaking, Haotian jumped on the snatched horse and rushed towards Wu Huang at a high speed.

"Stop for me!"

The priest shouted angrily, and the long sword roared towards Haotian's heart.

Haotian turned sideways, and immediately the long sword deviated and pierced into Haotian's shoulder.

Haotian endured the blow and charged towards Wuhuang.

Immediately, Wu Huang's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly said: "Escort!"

Whoosh whoosh!
All the sergeants hurriedly stood in front of Emperor Wu.

The spear roared, beheading the frontmost sergeant, absorbing the soul, Haotian pulled out the long sword in his body, and all the injuries were repaired.

(End of this chapter)