Life Simulation: Add Entries Starting From Health Preservation Skills

Seeing that after the fourth Junyang bottle was accepted by Han Zhao, he was still under the restraint, waiting for the fifth Junyang bottle to drop, and the children of the aristocratic family finally couldn't sit still.

"Too much deceit!"

"Han Zhao, don't go too far!"

Hearing this, Han Zhao just glanced at it, then looked at the Heavenly Palace above.

"you!"

"Arrogance!"

The children of the surrounding aristocratic families were anxious.

Whenever Han Zhao said a word, they would not be so angry.

It doesn't take them seriously at all!

"Han Zhao, this is not the Zhongzhou Trial. The ones I'm waiting to come in are the main body! If you can show your full strength, don't you really think that one person can fight against all of us?"

Wang Xueji of the Wang family stood up from the circle and looked around the disciples of the family.

"Even if you really have this strength, aren't you afraid of the family behind us?"

"How arrogant you are here, how miserable you will be when you go out!"

The children of the aristocratic family were instigated by Wang Xueji, and they regained their confidence.

The powerful family behind them is also part of their strength.

Even if Han Zhao snatched all the Junyang bottles and all the "Qiantian Jingqi" and "Tianwai Xuanying" by himself, so what?

After leaving Qiantian Palace, is he useful?

At this time, Han Zhao caught the fifth Junyang bottle and put it into the Sumeru bag.

He looked at Wang Xueji, and before the sixth Junyang bottle had dropped, he said, "Come in."

"I" Wang Xueji's expression froze.

This Qiantian Palace used to be a secret realm specially reserved for warriors to practice by a certain true monarch.

But there is no limit to the combat power of warriors, even if they can display the combat power of rank nine pseudo-supernatural powers, they will not be suppressed.

As for those with the bloodline of spirit beasts and the children of aristocratic families, they are limited to three bloodline awakenings and snake-level ninth-layer realm.

They also carry magic talismans bestowed by their ancestors, which can exert the power of a first-level soldier commander and a first-level spirit caller.

It's just that this is not used to meet the enemy, but to save life.

As soon as the magic talisman is released, the user will be immediately rejected by Qiantian Palace if the user is not a warrior.

Therefore, the battle damage ratio of the children of the aristocratic family and those with the blood of spirit beasts in Qiantian Palace is much lower than that in the Zhongzhou Trial.

However, with the power and speed of Han Zhao's attack just now, Wang Xueji felt that if she faced Han Zhao alone, she might not even have a chance to activate the talisman.

Seeing that Wang Xueji was at a loss for words, Han Zhao ignored it and concentrated on waiting for the sixth Junyang bottle to drop.

"you"

Seeing that Han Zhao was not threatened at all, Wang Xueji had no choice.

The children of other aristocratic families are not stupid, although they speak loudly, but no one speaks up.

The restriction can only accommodate up to four people, even if it is three-on-one, they don't feel that there is much chance of winning.

Even if they can win, no one can guarantee whether they will be killed by Han Zhao's desperate blow.

They can only bear it temporarily, wait until they enter the inner hall of Qiantian Palace, and then join hands to kill him, and then each will use their own ability to snatch the Junyang bottle on his body.

The "Qiantian Jingqi" has limited effect on the children of the Shenbing family. The main reason for the children of the Shenbing family to enter it is to encircle and suppress warriors, and at the same time snatch the "Qiantian Jingqi" to recruit martial arts geniuses.

On the contrary, it is of great benefit to warriors and spirit beast bloodlines.

"Whoosh!"

The sixth Junyang bottle fell.

Han Zhao stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Suddenly, a young man in white flew out of the mountain. He had a handsome appearance and lively eyes.

"Shen Xiao?!"

"Good job!"

"Let Han Zhao see the iron bones of my family!"

The children of the aristocratic families in the magic circle were all excited when they saw Shen Xiao, the direct descendant of the Shen family among the five surnames of Wei State, make a move.

Shen Xiao should not be Han Zhao's opponent either, but a desperate blow may not be able to injure Han Zhao, so that when they enter the inner hall of Qiantian Palace, they can kill Han Zhao at a lower price.

"You are? Shen Xiao." Han Zhao glanced at the young man in white and recognized him as Shen Xiao.

After all, I got millions of taels of gold and a lot of magic gold from him back then, so I was very impressed.

"It's rare that brother Han still remembers me." Shen Xiao cupped his hands and saluted.

"What? You want to grab this Junyang bottle from me?" Han Zhao said indifferently.

"Brother Han was joking, brother Han is so mighty, who would dare to sway his edge? At least I wouldn't dare." Shen Xiao smiled wryly.

"Then what do you mean?" Han Zhao frowned.

"There are eighteen Junyang vases in total. Brother Han probably won't be able to use that many, so I want to buy one from Brother Han. I don't know what Brother Han wants?" Shen Xiao carefully explained his purpose, not daring to get too close to Han Zhao. .

With that said, Shen Xiao took out a bulging black sumeru bag from his bosom.

"Oh?" Han Zhao was surprised, "I don't accept gold now."

As soon as Shen Xiao heard Han Zhao's words, he knew there was something to be done, and quickly said: "This is filled with magic gold, which was prepared before coming in, brother Han, please have a look."

After finishing speaking, Shen Xiao activated the power of his blood, and sent the sumeru bag to Han Zhao.

Han Zhao took the Sumeru bag, penetrated his spiritual thoughts into it, and said lightly, "I'm not as good as I was back then."

Han Zhao's voice paused, his pupils constricted slightly, and he suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, his face expressionless.

"Brother Han? I wonder if Brother Han is satisfied with this amount?" Shen Xiao was a little uneasy.

Ever since the story of Han Zhao and the three sisters of the Lian family beheading the second-rank envoy of Corpse Soul Valley had spread throughout Dongsheng Continent, he had considered in advance what would happen if Han Zhao broke through the siege of the family and successfully entered Qiantian Palace.

Although he didn't expect Han Zhao to monopolize the Junyang bottle, but he considered that if he met Han Zhao, maybe the magic gold could save his life at a critical moment.

So he told the ancestors of the Shen family about his thoughts.

Although Shen Xiao was scolded bloody by the ancestor, saying that he had no ambition, the ancestor finally prepared thousands of magic gold for him before he entered Qiantian Palace, just in case he needed it.

I didn't expect it to be really useful!

If there is no "Qiantian Essence", even with Shen Xiao's talent, there is only a 20% chance of completing the fourth bloodline awakening and becoming a first-order spirit summoner standing on the top of all living beings.

And with the "Qiantian Jingqi", he can increase the probability of breakthrough by another 20%.

So Shen Xiao is bound to win the "Qian Tian Jing Qi"!

Compared with the achievement of summoning spirits, thousands of magic gold are nothing.

"It's just a few thousand yuan of magic gold, and you want to buy a Junyang bottle?" Han Zhao glanced at Shen Xiao.

"What!!"

"How many thousand magic gold?!"

The children of the aristocratic families in the field were shocked when they heard this.

Thousands of pieces of magic gold are enough to buy an ordinary first-tier magic weapon in the outer world.

"Brother Han, this is already the limit, and all the magic gold is borrowed from the ancestors. At most, I can only swear by the oath of heaven. If one day becomes a spirit caller, I will pay twice as much magic gold to you." You." Shen Xiao gritted his teeth, he really didn't have any magic gold.

"The oath of heaven is unnecessary." Han Zhao said calmly.

"Brother Han?!" Shen Xiao panicked, he also knew that Han Zhao would face ten deaths and no life when he went out, but even if he became a spirit summoner, he could not get thousands of magic gold immediately.

Whoosh!

Han Zhao threw the Junyang bottle in his hand towards Shen Xiao.

Shen Xiao was startled, and hurriedly took the Junyang bottle, once this thing came into contact with the restriction, it would completely dissipate, so dangerous!

"Give face to the Shen family and make friends." Han Zhao smiled faintly.

Even in the simulation, the Shen family never tripped him up, let alone chased him down.

If everyone has the attitude of Shen Xiao, even a wealthy family can still make friends.

"Thank you, Brother Han!" Shen Xiao was overjoyed, he clasped his fists at Han Zhao and saluted, then flew out of the restraint and returned to the magic circle, looking like he was afraid that Han Zhao would go back on his word.

"That's okay too?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It is said that Han Zhao regards money as life, but it is just a disguise.

This turned out to be true!

Seeing that Shen Xiao obtained the Junyang bottle in this way, a young man with a single horn on his forehead flew into the restraint, and cupped his hands at Han Zhao.

"Since you have sold the Shen family's face, why don't you sell me the Jiuyou Mansion's face. After I go out, I will also be in front of Lord Slaughter King."

boom--!

Before the young man finished speaking, Han Zhao on the opposite side slapped his palm suddenly, and a flame the size of a broad bean flew out suddenly, rising in the wind, and instantly expanded into a huge fireball with a diameter of more than 20 meters.

The power of extreme heat seems to distort the void.

"Han Zhao, how dare you!"

The real sun is coming in a blink of an eye, and the young man has no time to escape the restriction, so he can only transform into a demon and release a shield to resist.

However, his protective pseudo-divine weapon could only hold back for less than a breath, before it was crushed by the true sun, and his whole body was directly sublimated under the high temperature.

Even if it's just a small supernatural power, it's not something a snake-level monster can contend with under the impetus of mana.

Except for the shattered fragments of the pseudo-divine soldier, there is no remains of the young man's bones.

"Face is given by others, not by oneself. Besides," Han Zhao said coldly.

"I hate the word Jiuyoufu the most!"

While speaking, Han Zhao waved his sleeve robe, collected the seventh Junyang bottle, and put the fragments of the divine weapon into the Sumeru bag.

quiet!

Deathly silence!

Everyone could even hear their own rapid heartbeat.

Monsters are known for their strong physical defenses, and the opponent also has defensive magic weapons.

A snake-level ninth-level monster, coupled with a defensive magic weapon, can resist even a few attacks from a first-level soldier.

But in front of Han Zhao, it was like paper.

Moreover, Han Zhao still used completely different martial arts from before.

Every move is an instant kill!

Han Zhao gave everyone the same feeling as when they were facing the envoys.

Too powerless!

I thought Han Zhao was still a little jealous of the family behind them.

Now it seems that it depends entirely on his mood.

Even if he entered the inner hall of Qiantian Palace and killed him by besieging him, what price would he have to pay?

What they come in is the main body, and they only have one life.

Talent, strength, background.

All the pride and reliance of the crowd were completely shattered in front of Han Zhao's absolute strength.

At this moment, there is no one who even speaks harshly.

"Cousin, Brother Yu." Seeing Han Zhao put one Junyang bottle after another into the Sumeru bag, Cao Wuyu became anxious, and looked at Cao Xuan and Yu Chongxiao.

Without the Junyang bottle, it would be much more troublesome to collect the "Qiantian Jingqi", and the quantity would be greatly reduced.

Cao Xuan looked at Yu Chongxiao, and transmitted his spiritual thoughts: "Brother Yu, what do you think?"

"I tried my best, and I should be able to catch him ten moves." Yu Chongxiao sent a voice transmission to Cao Xuan and Cao Wuyu.

He looked at Han Zhao with an unprecedented look in his eyes, maybe even he didn't know it.

"If he had used all his strength just now." Yu Chongxiao added.

Cao Wuyu's eyes widened. Although Yu Chongxiao was a pure warrior, Cao Wuyu had always been convinced of him.

Yu Chongxiao is the most powerful in the younger generation of the Cao family, and his strength is second only to his cousin Cao Xuan who was taught by the ancestor himself.

Cao Xuan's eyes changed for a while, and finally he sighed: "I guess it's about the same."

"There is no one before, and there will be no one to come after." Yu Chongxiao's eyes lit up.

"If you use the talisman given by the ancestors," Cao Wuyu was still a little unwilling.

"With such a disparity in strength, even if the three of us use the talisman together, the result will not change." Cao Xuan shook his head helplessly.

Since he became famous for 30 years, he had few rivals. For the first time, he felt the feeling of being left far behind by his peers. Perhaps those who were surpassed by him back then also felt this way.

"If he doesn't die, he will definitely achieve supernatural powers in the source world and become the first peerless martial god in a thousand years!" Yu Chongxiao's heart was full of enthusiasm, this was his lifelong dream!

"Even if you enter the inner palace, you can't make enemies with it. Brother Yu already has a Junyang bottle, so don't make troubles." Cao Xuan said again.

"Then we can only wait for him to go out."

Cao Wuyu sighed and completely gave up the idea of ​​competing with Han Zhao.

Until the eighteenth Junyang bottle fell, Han Zhao got it again, left the restriction, and sat down in the magic circle, no one from the aristocratic family dared to stand up.

Of the eighteen Junyang vases, Yu Chongxiao, Qi Yuntian, Qi Xuanming, and Shen Xiao got one each.

Han Zhao got fourteen of them.

"Senior brother, Brother Han has such strength and background, is there really no way to keep him?" Qi Xuanming looked at Han Zhao who had returned to the magic circle with his eyes closed and rested, and sent it to Qi Yuntian through voice transmission through spiritual thoughts.

Qi Yuntian looked up at the inner hall of Qiantian Palace hanging high above the crowd, remained silent, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Senior brother!" Qi Xuanming's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

Could it be that this vast world can't accommodate a genius like Han Zhao?

"The only one who can save him is himself." Qi Yuntian looked sad.

Qi Xuanming clenched his fists tightly, full of unwillingness and resentment, he really wanted to shake the world with his sword, and return the martial artist to a bright future!

On the other side, Han Zhao, who seems to be resting with his eyes closed, is actually trying to settle accounts in his heart.

In the previous simulations, either the Qiantian Junyang Pot was not found, or they were found, but the Qi Ling was not in the pot, so the Qiantian Junyang Pot could not be forcibly taken away.

This Qiantian Junyang Pot absorbs the aura of the nine heavens, and then puts it into the pot to refine it into "Qiantian Jingqi".

The "Qiantian Essence" in the inner hall of Qiantian Palace is only part of the overflow from the Qiantian Junyang Pot.

The spirit of the Qiantian Junyang Pot will wake up every time the Qiantian Palace is opened, and then gather the overflowing "Qiantian Jingqi" from the inner hall, so it may appear in any place where the "Qiantian Jingqi" is relatively strong. place.

In the previous simulation, Han Zhao collected nine Junyang bottles, and distributed the other half to Qi Yuntian and Qi Xuanming.

He filled the nine Junyang bottles with "Qiantian Essence Qi", and although the spirits were attracted, the opponents were not willing to follow him.

Fourteen Junyang bottles are already too many, even if you get eighteen of them, it is meaningless.

"We can only talk about finding the spirit first."

Han Zhao thought to himself.

"The inner hall is opened!"

I don't know how long it took, someone shouted.

Han Zhao turned his attention away from the system panel and looked up.

I saw the golden light of the Heavenly Palace hanging high above the sky, casting seventy-two light curtains down, just falling on the magic circle.

At this moment, all the magic circles were activated at the same time, including the magic circle where no one was standing.

Everyone was brought into the inner hall of Qiantian Palace in the golden light.

Han Zhao felt dazed for a while, and then appeared in a huge hall similar to a hall. When he looked up, he couldn't see the ceiling at all.

At the end of the hall, there are five bronze gates with a height of tens of meters, with five characters of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth written on them.

After a while, the children of the family appeared in the hall one after another.

Soon, sixty-eight people gathered here.

Many people looked at Han Zhao at the front of the crowd, exchanging glances with each other with malicious expressions.

"If you don't do anything, I'll leave first." Han Zhao suddenly turned his head and looked at the children of the aristocratic family in the field.

It is a bit difficult to deal with so many people at once, especially when many of them can use magic symbols of the commander level.

But that's all.

As long as you can't hit him, no matter how strong the attack is, it's meaningless.

It's just that if there is a big melee, it will easily affect Qi Yuntian and Qi Xuanming.

And there are many people here who have no enmity with them.

Han Zhao suddenly turned his head and spoke, which startled the children of the aristocratic family who had ghosts in their hearts.

The children of the aristocratic family who were still transmitting voices secretly just now became ostriches, and no one was willing to take the lead in jumping out.

"Heh." Han Zhao smiled faintly, and walked towards the bronze gate with water characters written on it.

When Han Zhao disappeared, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Oh no! I was bluffed by him!"

"Damn! How did I forget!"

"Behind this water mansion is the lake of weak water! The weak water is extremely heavy. Once it touches the weak water, the meridians of the whole body will be blocked, and it will fall to the bottom of the lake on the spot. Even the power of the magic weapon will be washed away by the weak water."

"I also heard from the elders in the clan that no matter whether you use magic weapons or spiritual weapons, you can't fly across the lake of weak water. Only mana can compete with it!"

"Han Zhao condensed the martial arts will of the five-colored peacock, and it is very possible to fly across the Weak Water. He was bluffing just now, obviously wanting to hide on the other side of the Lake of Weak Water."

"There is a large amount of "dry sky essence" gathered on the small island in the middle of the lake in the weak water lake, and he cannot be alone! "

Everyone talked a lot, trying to incite other people to join forces to deal with Han Zhao.

There is a record in ancient anecdotes: Fenglinzhou is located in the center of the West Sea, with a place of 1,500 li, surrounded by weak waters on all sides, and the feathers are not floating, so it cannot be crossed.

When Han Zhao went to Shuifu, he obviously didn't have the confidence to deal with so many of them!

"You can go if you want, I won't accompany you." Shen Xiao cupped his hands at the crowd, and flew to the earth mansion. He has the blood of the Earth Violent Bear, and matching attributes will benefit him the most.

Without saying a word, Yu Chongxiao rushed to the Jin Mansion, Cao Xuan and Cao Wuyu also followed.

In the end, most of the descendants of the aristocratic families avoided the water mansion chosen by Han Zhao and chose the other four mansions.

However, there were still more than a dozen people who were incited, or they wanted to seek wealth in danger! Entered the water mansion.

As long as Han Zhao is in the weak water, they may not have no chance of winning, the worst is to come out again.

On the other side, just after Han Zhao entered the Water Mansion, a lake appeared in front of him that could not be seen at a glance.

There is an isolated island in the middle of the lake.

"Is this Ruoshui Lake?" Han Zhao stared at the calm river with his eyes fixed.

In the simulation, the artifact spirit of Qiantian Junyang Pot appeared in every mansion.

Han Zhao came to Shuifu mainly because it is the most dangerous place, and there are very few people from generation to generation, so the "dry sky essence" is the most.

It is very likely that Qi Ling will come here first.

"There's a lot of thunder and little rain, but it's a waste of my words."

Han Zhao glanced at the halo gate behind him. Seeing that no one was coming to die, he jumped up and turned into a five-colored peacock in mid-air, flapping his wings and flying to the other side of the weak water lake.

"Good weight!"

As soon as Han Zhao flew out of the shore, he felt a majestic force falling on him. Although he had predicted the situation in the simulation, he was still taken aback.

He immediately cast the three spirits in one.

The mana in the body soared.

Flapping its wings violently, it flew to twenty meters above the surface of the lake.

"If we can collect this weak water to fight against the enemy, the general military commanders and spirit summoners will definitely suffer a big loss if they are caught off guard." Han Zhao thought to himself.

It's a pity that this weak water is so heavy that even a high-level spirit weapon vase cannot absorb it.

It was less than ten miles from the shore to the small island in the middle of the lake, but Han Zhao consumed more than 70% of his mana.

Han Zhao landed on the island, and the air was filled with a golden mist like a tulle.

This is the thin "dry sky essence".

Just by inhaling gently into the body, Han Zhao felt that the mana in his body was activated a little bit.

Han Zhao undid the unity of the three spirits, and "King Kong" and "Magic Flame" fell beside him.

Han Zhao handed them the Junyang bottle and asked them to collect the "Qiantian Jingqi", while he started to practice on the spot.

Han Zhao practiced for three days in a row, and there were faint signs of spiritual transformation into mana.

But the artifact spirit of Qiantian Junyang Pot never appeared.

Han Zhao patiently continued to practice for five days.

And "King Kong" and "Magic Flame" kept refining the "Qiantian Jingqi" in the bottle, and then gave it to Han Zhao.

During the period, "King Kong" and "Magic Flame" also saw two "Tianwai Xuanying" falling from the sky.

Han Zhao immediately used the three spirits in one, transformed into a five-color peacock, and caught the two "Xuanying from outside the sky".

In this way, the time came to the fifteenth day.

"Who?!" Han Zhao, who was concentrating his mana with his legs crossed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the right.

Just now his divine sense noticed a nearly transparent phantom shaking slightly.

At this time, the transparent phantom quickly manifested, turning into a youthful-looking boy in black.

"You can find my traces below the supernatural power level. Have you practiced some kind of secret technique to strengthen the divine mind?"

The boy stepped forward curiously.

"Are you the Artifact Spirit of Qiantian Junyang Pot?" Han Zhao's eyes narrowed.

"You even know this?" The young man was taken aback, a little surprised.

"I have practiced the first two levels of Zuowangjing·Shenyou Chapter." Han Zhao answered Qi Ling's question just now.

"You were able to practice Emperor Taiyi's exercises before the Supernatural Realm? Are you his descendant?" The young man showed surprise.

"Emperor?" Han Zhao was puzzled.

"Three calamities in the Dongtian realm are called the true emperor. The third calamity is the emperor. The emperor is also a great power in the heaven. My former master 'Shiyang Zhenren' is the true emperor of the three calamities, but he is in the third stage. I failed at the time of the Four Tribulations," the boy was a little sentimental afterward.

"True Monarch, Dijun." Han Zhao first learned about the realm after Heaven and Man.

"By the way, you have an aura that makes me very comfortable. What is that?" the boy asked curiously, and the topic kept jumping.

"Want to know? Come with me, and I'll tell you." Han Zhao smiled.

"Forget it, the master told me to wait for a martial artist with the spirit body of the Nine Suns to appear, so I can't go with you." The young man shook his head.

"I am carrying a Heavenly Dragon Spirit Body and a Flawless Body, so I can't compare to a Nine Sun Spirit Body?!" Han Zhao said hurriedly.

"I want to wait for the Nine Suns Spirit Body." The boy insisted.

"Why are you so awkward?" Han Zhao was helpless.

"My son is a body of three yangs, and sooner or later he will evolve into a spirit body of nine yangs!" Han Zhao said again.

He remembered that when Han Yan entered Qiantian Palace in the simulation, it seemed that he was only a body of three yangs, and he had not yet evolved a spirit body of nine yangs.

"Then you let him in." The boy pondered.

"My son is only eight years old. The next time Qiantian Palace opens, he will be sixty-eight years old, which is already past the entry limit." Han Zhao explained.

"That's okay, I can open Qiantian Palace in advance, I can afford to wait." The boy said.

"Now outside the aristocratic family, the giants of spirit beasts control the way to make progress, and there is no way for warriors to survive. If I can't succeed in hitting the supernatural powers here, I will die when I go out. My son doesn't have my backing, and he won't be able to take you away when he comes in. .” Han Zhao said in a deep voice.

"This" boy hesitated.

"Don't you want to become an innate spiritual treasure? My daughter has the body of the holy spirit, and sooner or later she will evolve into an innate holy body. When the time comes, let her give you the wisp of chaotic energy." Han Zhao struck while the iron was hot.

"Really?!" The boy's eyes lit up.

"Of course!" Han Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking he had principles.

"I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you said!" At this moment, the mysterious spirit battle box behind Han Zhao opened, and the dragon blade flew out. Xuanyi crossed his arms and looked at Han Zhao with an unkind expression.

"You are also the Houtian Lingbao?" The young man looked surprised when he saw Xuan Yi, and immediately bowed his hands: "My name is Taihao, I have met fellow Taoists."

Seeing this, Xuan Yi turned pale, and cupped his hands at the young man: "My name is Xuan Yi."

"It seems that what you just said is true." Taihao turned to look at Han Zhao.

"Hmph!" Xuan Yi snorted coldly.

Seeing this, Han Zhao quickly put his arms around his shoulders and pulled him aside.

Immediately afterwards, he used a mana barrier to isolate sound and mental power.

"What are you doing?" Xuan Yi asked displeased.

"Boss Xuan Yi, you are so confused! Without his help, I will die if I go out. Who will give you the Qi of Chaos?" Han Zhao said hastily.

"Then what do you mean?" Xuan Yi was taken aback.

"Cheat him first, and get enough "Qian Tian Jing Qi" before we talk! "Han Zhao responded.

"You are really treacherous!" Xuan Yi looked a little strange: "But it is for his own good to let him know the dangers of the human race."

"Yeah." Han Zhao nodded repeatedly.

Coaxing Xuan Yi well, Han Zhao removed the mana barrier.

"Fellow Daoist Taihao, how are you thinking?" Han Zhao looked at the boy with a smile.

"You have to swear an oath to heaven!" Tai Hao said in a deep voice.

"No problem, if I don't hand over the Qi of Primal Chaos to Daoist Taihao in the future, let me die under the thunder calamity, and my body and spirit will be destroyed!" Han Zhao raised his hand and made an oath of heaven.

Xuanyi: (￣□￣;)

"So straightforward?!" This made Taihao feel unconfident.

"I, Han Zhao, am a man and always keep my word, don't worry!" Han Zhao patted his chest.

"I can go with you, but I can't recognize you as the master now, unless you hand over the Qi of Primal Chaos to me." Tai Hao said seriously.

"Then you give me a little "Qiantian Jingqi" first, let me hit the supernatural powers and pass the current level, okay? " Han Zhao asked.

"This is fine, the "Qiantian essence" in the Qiantian Junyang pot is almost overflowing, you can use as much as you want. "Tai Hao nodded.

"Then you still collect the spilled "Dry Sky Essence"? "Han Zhao was taken aback.

"Because it's boring." Taihao was serious.

"." Han Zhao really couldn't refute.

"Come here!" Taihao waved.

Han Zhao suddenly felt that it was getting dark.

He looked up and saw a hundred-foot golden pot lying across the sky.

"It's a bit much, take it!" Taihao reminded.

"Clatter~!"

The liquefied "Dry Sky Essence" poured down like a wave.

"Good time!" Han Zhao was overjoyed, all ten heavenly veins in his body opened up, absorbing it with all his strength.

"King Kong" and "Magic Flame" also sat cross-legged together, absorbed the "Qiantian Essence", and began to attack the supernatural realm together.

PS: I still owe 19,000 words