Refining the demon God armor

"Fellow Daoist!"

Tang Hao looked at mo hun and smiled affectionately.

"What ... What are you doing!"

The demonic soul shuddered for no reason. Looking at this guy's warm smile, he had a bad feeling.

"My fellow cultivator, why are you so nervous? I won't do anything to you. Have you forgotten that we're allies now? we're on the same front line, and our common enemy is that old bald donkey. "

Tang Hao said with a smile.

"Although we've tricked him for the time being, his strength hasn't been damaged. He's still at the four acupores level, almost at the five acupores level. We won't have a good end if we encounter him alone. Don't you think so?"

"This ... Seems to be the case!"

The demonic soul was stunned and nodded.

That bald donkey was still very powerful. His cultivation was close to five apertures. Once he encountered him, he could not avoid the outcome of being subdued.