Chapter 797 (2/2)

Jiang Hao didn't drive them away. Anyway, they couldn't have the ability to hurt the undead.

Jiang Hao also began to meditate. In recent days, his idea of sword was about to be fully understood. Now, it was still a little short of time. When the idea of sword was practiced, I was afraid that his mind sword could directly fight across the border. This cultivation was very terrible.

In this way, I have been waiting for three days. During these three days, many monks left. Now there are only three left. Their obsession seems to be very deep. When the undead comes back to life, they feel that there must be great fortune here, so they do not relax and wait all the time.

finally, the Wutong suddenly swayed, the leaves fell, the body of the dead bird flew again from countless leaves, her feathers were bright, and her eyes seemed to contain endless vanity, which was very yearning.

The huge wings seem to be more magnificent and charming. Jiang Hao is also a little confused, which is totally different from what he met in Xianhe country. It is more brilliant and moving.

when the immortal bird flies to the sky, three shadows suddenly fly out. Their direction is Wutong, even if they are free, a feather may be long, and the existence of this kind of years has long been transformed into inheritance, even if it is egg shell, I am afraid it is worth a lot of money.

Jiang Hao looked at the three figures, then flew to the sky, did not participate in the fight, these are not worth mentioning for him, he only cares about his own undead bird.

The flight path of the undead suddenly changes. Instead of moving on, its body suddenly soars and soars up into the sky.

It seems that at this moment, its body was summoned to form a rainbow and flew into the clouds,

Jiang Hao frowned and followed directly.

In the undead flying height, the naked eye has long been difficult to detect, in front of it, suddenly there is a thunderstorm, the thunder area expands, each lightning has the Python's thick.

But the undead didn't seem to be afraid. It was still rising, as if provoking the thunder.

A thunderbolt fell, and in an instant, it fell directly on the body of the undead. He called out, and the voice was extremely sad. The thunder flickered in its pupils and flew towards more thunder.

At that time, a lot of thunder flashed violently and fell one after another, all splitting into its body, such as the insertion of a giant sword.