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Eight hundred and twentieth eight chapters the first generation of gods(2/2)

Shi Hao moved sideways very quickly, but his arm was still entangled. The hair was extremely terrifying and got stuck into his skin, causing bleeding in some places.

"So that's it!" He knew that this Luo Dao was very gloomy. It was said that he was born with a bird bone sword, but they were deliberately confusing the truth. It was a powerful secret treasure given by his master, and his true talent was supernatural power.

Contained in the hair.

"die!"

Luo Dao roared, and his whole body shone, especially his hair, which grew brighter than the sun, and his runes were so bright that it made people scared.

The hair twisted around crazily, absorbing Shi Hao's divine power and engulfing his flesh and blood.

Moreover, he swung the bird bone sword to chop the entangled Shi Hao immediately, and the red light burst out, extremely sharp.

"You are seeking death on your own." Shi Hao whispered, without fear, his whole body was glowing, and the magic of reincarnation was unleashed, flowing through the opponent's hair and all acting on the opponent's body.

If he used this kind of magic in a fierce battle, Luo Dao could still dodge, but now, he couldn't retreat even if he wanted to.

This is the battle of the first generation of treasures, the most intense collision.

"ah……"

The next moment, Luo Dao looked up to the sky and shouted, the change was too fast, his bright hair dimmed, his runes collapsed, and he seemed to have aged ten thousand years.

With three thousand feet of gray hair, he suddenly became sluggish and wrinkled. His life seemed to have come to an end and he was completely powerless. He lowered his arms and could not even lift his head.

boom!

Luo Dao fell to the ground, and his hair fell off Shi Hao's arm.

This scene shocked everyone!

Shi Hao took steps, walked closer step by step, stepped on him, lowered his head and looked down at him, saying: "Submit or die, it is your choice!"

Then, he raised his head, looked at Lan Yichen, and said, "I am short of two servants. You can also have two choices."

There was absolutely no sound here. The powerful first generation was trampled under his feet. How could it not make people tremble in fear?

In the outside world, monks from all religions are also in a daze. Is this his supreme treasure? With the power of years, it can deprive people of their lives. It is too terrifying.
Chapter completed!
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