When Lin Hao stepped into the huangquan stream, he found that things were far from as simple as he thought.

The surging yellow spring, like a roaring giant elephant, lashes against Lin Hao fiercely, making waves in his consciousness and soul!

Endless thoughts rush into Lin Hao's mind. Lin Hao frowns, and his eyes are blurry.

"It seems that the water of the yellow spring here is relatively high in concentration. It is not comparable with the water of the yellow spring in the secret place of xuanyang sect..."

Lin Hao felt the shaking feeling from his soul. It was like walking alone on the stormy sea. He might be overturned by the storm at any time and bury Lin Hao here.

However, Lin Hao showed firmness in his indifferent eyes. Even if the real Styx was in front of him, Lin Hao would not shrink back, let alone counterfeit products.

The main purpose of the water of the yellow spring is to destroy the soul, and then completely assimilate the unconsciousness of the soul into the water of the yellow spring. The biggest danger is that the mind cannot be lost by fantasy, otherwise even the throne may be involved in it and lose its vitality. After all, in the aspect of soul cultivation, even the throne has no means.

Lin Hao walked on the huangquan stream with his head held high. He just took three steps. Suddenly he heard a whisper in his ear.

“.... It's him It's him... "

There was no change on Lin Hao's face. He continued to move forward and took three more steps. Suddenly, a shrill cry burst in his ear!

"Lin Hao! Give me my life! Return my Yanhai sect disciple's life! "

This shrill howl sounded in Lin Hao's ear, but it seemed to reverberate directly between the souls, and did not disperse for a long time.

Then, Lin Hao appeared in front of a bloody, thin middle-aged man. His empty eyes had disappeared completely, with only two lines of blood and tears left behind. The whole man looked like a fierce ghost.

He is the master of Yanhai sect who was slaughtered by Lin Hao and finally fell into the evil way. At the moment, he is bleeding all over and running towards Lin Hao with a ferocious face. His eyes are full of endless resentment!

Lin Hao's eyes are still indifferent. He looks coldly at the Lord of Yanhai sect who is approaching in front of his eyes. He doesn't even lift his eyes.

Crazy Yanhai Zong master more and more close to Lin Hao, the thin claw eye is about to pierce Lin Hao's chest, let Lin Hao die on the spot.

However, when he came into contact with Lin Hao, he found that his claws didn't touch Lin Hao at all. Instead, he went straight through Lin Hao and fell into the yellow spring.

Lin Hao did not look at it, but his steps were still graceful and calm.

Before he died, Lin Hao dared to kill Haizong in front of him. How many threats could he face when he died?

Lin Hao's killing heart has never wavered. It's natural for him to kill the person he should kill. He doesn't need to consider anything else. Even if he sees thousands of wronged souls, he can't shake his mind.

Lin Hao continued to raise his legs, but suddenly found a traction on his feet. He looked down, but he did not know when the road ahead had been covered with countless arms.

These arms are either broken or missing. Each arm is dripping with blood, and the nails are sharp like the claws of beasts. No one wants to be touched by these things.

Lin Hao eyebrows pick, eyes a cold, cold hum a, "dead will die, but also delusion to shake my mind?"

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