I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

The two violent forces collided together, causing turbulent winds to blow between the heaven and the earth for a moment. Wang Zhao held the Holy Scythe of the Dead slightly in front of him, his eyes focused.

As the saying goes, if you are sick, I will kill you!

At this time, he would not just wait for the result of the collision between Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer and the gray light sword shadow. In short, Wang Zhao knew very well that although he used his self-created soul skill Chaotic Cloak Demon Scythe to catch Tang Hao off guard, he even used Even though he had obtained the powerful final secret, it was definitely not enough to seriously injure Tang Hao.

After all, it's not like Tang Hao won't resist and let him be at his mercy. At most, this blow would make Tang Hao feel very troublesome.

Faced with a guy who can often activate cheats no less powerful than the protagonist Tang San in the original work during special periods, Wang Zhao said, since head-on confrontation is your strong point, then I will not fight head-on with you.

The most prominent feature of the Holy Scythe of the Dead and the Necromantic Magic is, after all, its weirdness.

Thinking about it, Wang Zhao moved his lips slightly and silently recited the magic spell again.

Not long after, two thick and long shadows suddenly emerged from the chaotic void. Their origins were unknown. They were like strange and terrifying tentacles, or more like long whips dripping with venom that could cause extreme pain to the human soul.

As soon as he appeared, he whipped towards Tang Hao who was contending with the gray light sword shadow. The battlefield soon heard the sound of pain from Tang Hao.

"what!"

Wang Zhao's lips curled up slightly.

Necromantic magic, death whip.

Normally, this move wouldn't bring much trouble to Sun Tian Tian Douluo, but who knew that now was a special period.

boom! ! !

After a while, the smoke dispersed, and Tang Hao's extremely embarrassed figure was seen by Wang Zhao, who also canceled the death whipping.

Immediately afterwards, another gray sword energy was swung at Tang Hao, and Tang Hao used the Clear Sky Hammer to block it hastily.

"Have you beaten enough..."

Tang Hao then said in a low voice.

"of course not."

"Humph!"

Tang Hao's eyes suddenly widened, and finally he no longer concealed his violent expression. A faint black-purple light flashed in his eyes.

"In that case, I want to see how powerful you, the holy son of Wuhun Palace who likes to play tricks, are, and whether you are more durable than your last Pope Qian Xunji!"

After saying that, Tang Hao took the initiative to launch an attack. Unlike his slight contempt just now, this time he directly used his own soul skills and Haotian Nine Jue.

Besides that……

Swish!

But seeing the inexplicable darkness between the sky and the earth, the entire mountain seemed to be dyed black and purple at the moment, and an oppressive and breathtaking aura emerged. Wang Zhao held the handle of the Holy Scythe of the Dead and frowned. wrinkle.

This is the field?

Tang Hao's God of Killing Domain? its not right. It's not like Wang Zhao of the Killing God Realm has never felt it in Bibi Dong. It's not like what Tang Hao is showing now.

But if it’s not the realm of the God of Death, what is it?

Holding the doubts in his heart, Wang Zhao avoided the head-on battle with Tang Hao's Haotian Hammer, while flexibly using necromancy magic and sword energy to constantly harass Tang Hao, and once again superimposed the chaotic cloaked magic sickle.

During the process, some dirty thoughts inexplicably appeared in Wang Zhao's mind from time to time. The figures of the women who had a lot of entanglements with him in this world kept emerging, disturbing Wang Zhao to the point that sometimes it almost affected his feelings towards the chaotic cloaked demon sickle. cast.

He slapped his head suddenly and managed to wake up a little. He silently recited a spell in his mouth, secretly used the Heart of Death of the Undead magic, and instantly entered a state of extreme calmness and rationality.

Only then did he completely get rid of Tang Hao's domain influence.

"This guy, this effect... what he is opening now, could it be the so-called Rakshasa realm?"

Wang Zhao's eyes lingered around Tang Hao, and combined with Tang Hao's series of abnormal situations, he suddenly realized.

"So, he accepted the Rakshasa test? In order to complete the task of the test, he went around killing people all over the mainland? Damn it!"

The more Wang Zhao thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and finally his eyes towards Tang Hao had completely changed.

Warrior, you dare to accept such a trick as the Rakshasa God Test.

Therefore, after being forced to have a friendly exchange by the two gods of time and space, the Rakshasa God in this world chose to give up persecuting Bibi Dong and turned his attention to Tang Hao...

As Wang Zhao's thoughts swirled, under the influence of the extremely rational effect of the Heart of Death, he had roughly figured out the whole story.

However, Wang Zhao thought about it, and the battle with Tang Hao would never stop. The two sides fought for a while, and finally Tang Hao took the initiative to withdraw.

"What, can't you do it?"

Wang Zhao then stood in the void, holding the Holy Scythe of the Dead in front of him and pointing the blade straight at Tang Hao, without losing any momentum.

Compared with him, Tang Hao really felt a little tired at the moment. Physically, it was okay. After all, the endurance of Titled Douluo was very terrifying. He was more tired mentally.

This Holy Son of Wuhun Palace is so cunning!

Tang Hao couldn't help but think.

Because Wang Zhao never fought him head-on, and kept hitting him with all kinds of weird and torturous skills. This made him extremely frustrated. He only felt that fighting with this Holy Son of Wuhun Palace was much worse than fighting with Wuhun. The fight between Qian Xunji, Ju and Ghost Douluo in the palace was even more uncomfortable.

And...what's going on with this guy who's pretending to be a ghost? Why is he not affected by his Rakshasa realm at all?

At this moment, Tang Hao once again missed his domineering God of Killing realm.

He took a deep look at Wang Zhao with some unwillingness, and finally turned around suddenly.

After fighting until now, Tang Hao could vaguely realize that he might not be able to defeat the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace today. Even if he used all his strength, he would only be able to repel him at most, but he would not be able to save Wang Zhao's life or even kill him. Catch it alive.

In this case, it is inevitable that his deeds will be exposed, and the fact that he became a fallen soul master will probably spread throughout the mainland soon...

hateful!

Tang Hao deeply felt his own powerlessness. In the end, he just wanted to hurry up and complete the nine Rakshasa exams and become the true Rakshasa God. By then, he would have the final say as to whether he would be the Holy Son of the Pope of the Spirit Hall or what his reputation would be!

In this way, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand suddenly shrank and became lighter, but it did not disappear. Under the blessing of the martial spirit, the speed of his soul power burst was more than one level faster than before when he had not summoned the martial spirit. Immediately About to run away again.

Suddenly, Tang Hao seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned around and asked loudly: "The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, can you leave your name?!"

Wang Zhao thought for a while.

"Remember, my name is Li Ming."

"Li Ming..."

Tang Hao repeated it in a low voice and quickly fled into the distance.

Wang Zhao looked at Tang Hao's back deeply, paused, but still did not choose to catch up.