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Lin Hao eyebrows gently pick, turned out to be a low-level king.

Just now that hit, but it was only a spiritual strike of Wang Qi, but it was not an attack of Wang Qi.

This skeleton throne is a magic weapon. Different from weapons, this kind of magic weapon with high rank is 100 times more precious than weapons, and its function is hard to predict.

Just like the low-level King tool in front of him, Lin Hao recharged the eye of all knowledge, but he only saw a little bit of general, but he could not fully understand the details.

"Good. It's profitable this time." Lin Hao has a smile on his mouth. It's a magic weapon of Tianpin. It's not very valuable. Even if it's not sold, it's very valuable to keep yourself sitting.

However, Lin Hao still plans to do the business first.

"Just sit on it?"

Lin Hao squinted a little, but he didn't hesitate much. He brushed his sleeves and sat on the throne of the skeleton with a golden sword.

The dignified and indifferent color on Lin Hao's face is very consistent with the momentum of the white bone throne. For a moment, Lin Hao's figure is like a king who came back from ancient times.

In the color of sitting on the throne of bones, Lin Hao's eyes obviously began to change.

The skeletal throne madly resists the breath of life, and pushes Lin Hao with the power of endless magic weapons, sending out bursts of cold light, trying to drive Lin Hao down from the skeletal throne.

"Well! A remnant, dare to be fierce? " Lin Hao's endless murderous spirit rises. For a moment, endless black and white murderous spirit floats on Lin Hao's body and madly suppresses the skeleton throne.

The skeletal throne is only made of ancient relics, and it is poorly carved by modern people. Although it is powerful, it still can't strengthen the overbearing Lin Hao.

The weaker the momentum of the skeletal throne is, the stronger the momentum of Lin Hao will be. With the increase and decrease of momentum, Lin Hao will be as manic as a strong man who bullies the little wolf dog.

Finally, the cold light no longer appeared on the throne of the skeleton, as if he had succumbed to Lin Hao's power.

Lin Hao just sat down PG, from this moment on, Lin Hao's eyes began to become blurred, pupil lax without light, no focus.

The fight between ancient bones and Wang Yingzhi is the beginning.

Lin Hao sits on the golden saber, slowly closes his eyes, and his breath begins to settle down.

At this moment, Lin Hao, in the eyes of the outside world, is like falling into a deep sleep, quiet and calm.

But no one can know, at the moment, Lin Hao's mind has been rolled up in an uproar!

"Come back! What is the "four directions" when you go to your constant duty? It's more ominous to leave the place where you are happy. Come back!

The East can't trust some.

Long person thousand Ren, but the soul is some cable.

In ten days, the gold will flow.

They are all used to it, and the soul must be released. "

Familiar with the ancient chanting voice, Lin Hao's consciousness suddenly set off waves, sudden mania, almost destroyed Lin Hao's intelligence.

Even though Lin Hao has experienced many battles at the soul level for a long time, the battlefield of this battle is decided in his mind. Even if there is a little omission, I'm afraid Lin Hao's consciousness will burst, his soul will shatter, and he will die from now on.

When it comes to fighting on the soul level, Lin Hao never dares to be careless. Now he is stepping into the gray, empty and boundless space of consciousness. Lin Hao is engrossed in feeling every movement. He has only one heart of caution.