It took him a lot of time to transform this stone figure, and it was roughly estimated that two days had passed since he entered the abyss of the crypt.

"It's better to complete the transformation of the remaining three statues in one go......

Ding Hao was about to continue, and at this time, a sudden change occurred-

There was a throbbing of energy from the ground world outside, Ding Hao's face changed, someone was attacking the Mountain Gate of the Sword Sect, triggering the defensive formation he had arranged, and the strength of the person who came was definitely not low, far above Lu Xiongfei Fang Xiao'an and others.

"Could it be that the reinforcements of the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] have arrived......?

The corners of Ding Hao's mouth unconsciously floated a trace of cruel arc, and the murderous intent burst out in his eyes, turning all the puppet stone people into the storage space, turning into a streamer, rising into the sky, and flying towards the ground.

......

Ask the outer edge of the Sword Mountains.

Rumble!

A terrifying purple palm print pierced the void and slammed into the mountain gate of the Sword Sect.

This is the supernatural power of the Martial Emperor realm.

With a palm press, the air flow within a radius of a kilometer was violent, and the earth shook, as if it was about to be directly smashed.

Just when this purple palm print was about to bombard the mountain gate of the Sword Sect in the distance, a series of golden strange inscription veins suddenly appeared in the void, roaring and winding like a divine dragon, instantly forming a golden wall of light, blocking the purple palm!

The two collide.

Golden-purple ripples spread out.

Eventually, the purple giant palm collapsed.

The golden wall of light only flickered a few ripples, undamaged, and then slowly disappeared into invisibility, as if it had never existed.

In the sky in the distance, dozens of figures wearing purple gorgeous inscription leather armor saw this scene, and their faces changed slightly.

One of them, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, with a white face and a triangular face, sighed, and immediately sneered: "It's a little interesting, I can't imagine that in such an uncivilized and wild place as Selangor, the mountain protection formation of a small sect actually has such power, but I underestimate it, Qingxuan, are you sure that Ding Hao is among them?"

A handsome young man in a purple robe nodded, and said: "The disciple has inquired very clearly before, Ding Hao is a disciple of the Selangor Ask Sword Sect, someone in Selangor has seen it with their own eyes before, Ding Hao has returned to the Ask Sword Sect, and now he must be here, uncle, this Ding Hao has obtained countless divine materials and treasures in the [Divine Medicine Garden] of the pseudo-god city, and he must carry it on his body, we must hurry up, otherwise when the super sects of other states send people to arrive, it will be difficult for us to swallow it alone!"

"Hehe, a small barbarian sect, getting so many treasures, is really beyond his strength, and he is self-inflicted, even if Ding Hao is amazing, but he can defeat the Martial Emperor, what can he do?" The middle-aged man with a triangular face sneered and said, "He is alone, after all, it is difficult to support alone, can he resist my Purple Spirit Sect's six great martial emperors?"

The voice did not fall.

In the distance, in the mountain gate of the Sword Sect, several figures rose up, and they instantly came to the place where the golden wall of light appeared before.

The first person was dressed in white like snow, elegant and handsome, carrying a long sword, it was Guan Feidu, and shouted: "Who attacked my mountain protection array?"

"Where is Ding Hao, let him get out and answer!" the young man Qing Xuan took a step forward and shouted proudly.

"Who are you?" Guan Feidu said vigilantly.

"With your little ant, you also deserve to know our name?" Qing Xuan didn't take this young man in white in his eyes at all, and he could see at a glance that this person was just a cultivator of the Great Martial Sect realm, and his strength was pitiful.

"It's just a few ants, why bother talking nonsense?"

The middle-aged man with the triangular face was already impatient, and suddenly slapped out another palm.

This palm is like a god probing its claws in the clouds, extremely powerful, containing the unique coercion of the Martial Emperor's powerhouse, causing the clouds to move in all directions, the thunder roaring, and the clouds of heaven and earth suddenly change, as if they were going to destroy it, and it slammed into the dozen or so disciples of the Sword Sect on the opposite side like lightning.

The young man in white's face changed.

The attack of such a realm is like the wrath of God, and it is absolutely impossible for oneself to resist.

"Retreat!" he shouted, leading the others back as soon as possible.

At the same time, the golden wall of light that had been hidden before slowly reappeared, surging with an extremely powerful aura, and the inscription chains were winding like divine dragons, blocking the purple giant palm and protecting the disciples of the Sword Sect in it.

The middle-aged man with a triangular face sneered, and slapped it with another palm.

This palm was even more powerful, and the huge purple giant palm urged the heavens and the earth to cloud qi, causing the tide of power to stir.

He wanted to completely defeat the golden wall of light with one palm, and he couldn't delay any longer.

But at this time-

A golden streamer came in an instant.

In the golden flames, there was a faint figure, elegant and chic, like a fairy, and blasted out with a backhand.

Rumble!

A sound of air explosion sounded, and two huge purple palm prints were instantly pierced by the fist, shattered and disappeared in the void.

"Who broke into the mountain gate of the Sword Sect and asked me?" The golden light gradually faded, revealing a handsome young man who was as rich as jade, with a majestic face and a sinister look in his eyes, and he had a condescending and noble temperament, looking at the people of the Purple Spirit Sect coldly.

The young man in white and the disciples of the Sword Sect immediately cheered when they saw this person appear.

"He is Ding Hao. Qing Xuan whispered in the ear of the white-faced, triangular-faced, middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man with a triangular face was slightly surprised, Ding Hao's strength was higher than he expected, but it was only a little higher, and he couldn't turn the sky upside down, hehe sneered, and said, "You are the Ding Hao who took the shit luck?" I heard that you got a lot of genius earth treasures in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield]?"

Ding Hao frowned slightly, he already understood the meaning of these people, and said calmly: "So what?"

"Just admit it. The white-faced middle-aged man with no triangular face said domineeringly: "Han Donglai, the sect master of the Xinzhou Purple Spirit Sect of this sect, the so-called genius earth treasure, only the virtuous live in it, you are a small barbarian land and small sect, how can you deserve to have the heavy treasure in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield]? Obediently hand over everything you get, and let you ask the Sword Sect today, otherwise...... Hehe, don't blame the ruthlessness of this sect!"

"Fart! shameless!" "Baiyi Guan Feidu said angrily: "My Uncle Ding has worked hard to get the magic material and treasure medicine, we will give it to you as soon as you open your mouth, what do you think you are?"

"The divine treasure medicine is an important cultivation resource, and it should belong to the real big sect, so that it can cultivate the strongest martial artists for the human race and protect the reproduction of the race, and your small Wenjian Sect is located in the barbarians, uncivilized, and they are all a group of barbarians, such precious cultivation resources, in your hands, are completely a waste, tyrannical and ruinous things. ”

Purple Spirit Sect Leader Han Donglai said nonchalantly.

Qing Xuan, a handsome young man in a purple robe, said with a smile: "Yes, that's right, if you know each other, you can honestly hand over all the magic medicines, Ding Hao, when you were in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], you were all strong people of the younger generation, so you can dominate one side, but today, the strong elders of my sect are all in Qizhi, if you resist again, you will be asking for your own death!"

Ding Hao's gaze fell on this Qingxuan's face, and he said thoughtfully: "I have a little impression of you, on the Journey to the West Ancient Road, you were chased and killed by the demon clan, and I also saved your life." ”

"Hmph, those little favors, can you buy me? You are so naïve!" Qing Xuan sneered.

Ding Hao nodded and said, "It's indeed a small favor, but this little favor, since you don't need it, it's better to return it to me first." ”

The voice did not fall.

The golden glow flashed.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and in their sight, they only felt that Ding Hao's figure in front of them flickered, and after blurring, it instantly became clear again.

But when he looked closely, he found that he was already carrying a purple figure in his hand like a dead dog.

It was Qing Xuan, a young man who was still standing among the people of the Purple Spirit Sect in an instant.

"You...... Let go of me, what are you going to do?" Qing Xuan was stunned for a moment, and struggled in shock and anger.

He himself didn't figure out what was going on.

Just now, he suddenly only felt a tightness in his throat, and then with a flower in front of his eyes, he was grabbed out of the crowd by Ding Hao.

At this time, Ding Hao's white and slender fingers were holding his own delay, as if the Grim Reaper's sickle was hooked on it, and the strong and domineering Xuan Qi of the Seven Martial King Realm in his body was completely suppressed, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

"Presumptuous, Ding Hao, what are you doing? Don't you hurry up and let go of Xuan'er!" Han Donglai and the others were also shocked.

How Ding Hao did it, no one in them could see clearly.

"Since you think it's a small favor to save your life, then give me back your life, so that between you and me, it will be written off!" Ding Hao looked at Qing Xuan, his eyes were calm and indifferent.

Like this kind of white-eyed wolf that can't be raised, he will take revenge and kill 10,000 times without guilt.

"No, no, no, I said it wrong, I was wrong......" Qing Xuan's mind went blank, struggling and pleading.

He had seen Ding Hao's ruthlessness in killing all directions in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], and he had seen the terrible scene of countless corpses and a sea of blood flowing under Ding Hao's feet, and he knew that Ding Hao was a ruthless character who killed decisively and did not spare his hands against the enemy.

"Oh, wrong, unfortunately this mistake can't be changed. Ding Hao didn't look at him, and turned his wrist.

Click.

Qing Xuan's head was severed.

The vitality in the body, including the divine soul, was completely destroyed by the Heavenly Fire Xuan Qi at this moment.

Ding Hao let go and threw away the corpse in his hand like a pile of garbage.

"You ......" After Han Donglai was stunned for a moment, he suddenly became furious: "You are looking for death, you actually dare to kill the genius of my Purple Spirit Sect? You ant, you are dead, I want to ask the Sword Sect in blood!

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