It's not going to the battlefield. This incarnation doesn't have much combat power and has not existed for a long time. The place he is going to is the cave where the other ninth mountains and seas descended.
Similar arrangements are being carried out in other countries at this moment, especially on the first mountain. At this moment, there are four Changhong rainbows heading straight to the center battlefield.
Obviously, these sequences have already understood that the battle of mortals is equally important!
Once lost, once the national fortune dissipates, protection will be reduced, and then... it will be extremely crisis!
In the ninth country, in a mountain, there is a valley like a paradise. Inside and outside the valley, there are many monks. At this moment, they are chilling, looking at a middle-aged monk in front of him.
This monk was one of the demon cultivators of the Ninth Sea. He was lying on a soft couch, surrounded by many female cultivators dancing, and the sound of musical instruments lingered, and the fragrance of birds and flowers made this place like a home of gentleness.
The slender demon sighed and looked at everything around him. Until now, he still couldn't fully adapt to it. Over the past month, he has seen everyone, and they are afraid of him and fanatical on the other.
The kind of feeling that can make people suicide in front of oneself with just one sentence, that kind of gaze, can make a stunning female nun charmingly walk in front of him to enjoy, that kind of anger, all life is required Trembling, as if he was the feeling of God's will, made him obsessed.
In the world of mountains and seas, in the Ninth Sea, he had no such experience at all, and he could not even imagine that there would be such a thing, because there were too many people stronger than him.
Even in some remote places, he can achieve similar supremacy in a short time, but that kind of self-deception, whenever the strong comes, everything will be beaten to its original form.
But this is not the same as the wind world, in terms of mentality, it is completely different.
Although just that moment, the pressure from heaven and earth was strong, and as a disciple of the Nine Seas God Realm, he had vaguely understood his mission before coming, but he still couldn't help being obsessed with the enjoyment of the Wind Realm.
Thinking of this, he lifted the chin of a beautiful woman next to him with his right hand, looked at the moving face, and looked at the frenzy in the other's eyes. The middle-aged demon cultivator laughed and was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed, fiercely. When he raised his head, he saw a long rainbow coming in mid-air. When he appeared, it turned into the figure of Meng Hao.
"Meng Hao!" The middle-aged demon cultivator narrowed his eyes and got up immediately, extremely vigilant. He also saw that it was an avatar coming, but even if it was an avatar, it was Meng Hao.
"Go to the central temple battlefield." Meng Hao didn't say much, only one sentence.
The face of the middle-aged demon changed, ugly and angry.
"You are not qualified to order me!"
"But I have the strength to kill you!" Meng Hao said coldly. In his words, the ice is endless, even if his incarnation is weak, it can't help this demon cultivator, but as long as he utters the words, he has the ability to make people. Unable to doubt the evil spirit.
"Go, this is the mission you came here. I don't care how you enjoy or become obsessed here, but if you forget your mission, then you don't need to exist anymore." Meng Hao finished, turned around and turned into a Changhong. Go away.
The middle-aged demon cultivator was silent for a moment, and roared to the sky. Despite his anger, he couldn't stop going. His body suddenly flew up, waving his hands, and rushing straight to the center battlefield.
Meng Hao didn't worry that this demon cultivator would not go. This demon cultivator was not the first one he looked for, but the second one. His appearance made the previous demon cultivator angry and fearful, so he had to go. This middle-aged is the second one. Like every one, they are in their own world, like an emperor, with all rights in control. After only one month, they have been obsessed. This makes Meng Hao feel terrible. He I feel that as a monk, even if it is a demon cultivator, it will definitely not affect his mind within a month.
Even here, many things will be impacted and subverted, but this time is still too short.
It seems that in this world of wind, there is a strange power that invisibly magnifies everyone's desires by countless times, making them stronger and more obvious.
"Am I affected too?" Meng Hao asked himself, without an answer, and galloped towards the place where the next demon cultivator was.
It was a city. This city was not big. There was a blacksmith's shop in the city. There was a big man, naked to the top, who was hitting iron. The clanging sound echoed. This big man sometimes took out the soldering iron to look at it, wielding a hammer, and constantly smashing it.
The weather was very hot and there were not many people on the street, but at the moment Meng Hao appeared, the big man suddenly stopped physically. After raising his head to look at Meng Hao, he gave a wry smile.
This person was the very cunning and treacherous man who had fought with Meng Hao and had the same line of demon-cultivation.
"You don't need to come here in person. I know my mission. I'm going to hit this knife too. I'll go now." The body repairer lifted his right hand, grabbed the red soldering iron he had beaten, and went deep into the cold water with a crackling sound. It suddenly spread, and soon, when he raised his hand, a big knife full of potholes, but full of evil spirits, appeared in his hand.
"You are not the same as the others." Meng Hao spoke lightly and glanced at the blacksmith's shop. It was very ordinary, without the slightest luxury. Even Meng Hao could see that the people in this city didn't even know this. The big man is a fairy.
"Let’s be different, my desire is stronger, so it’s not easy to satisfy." The big body repair man thought for a while, and when he opened his mouth he threw the big knife out of the storage bag, grinned at Meng Hao, and walked forward.
At this moment, he was a little different from Meng Hao's memory, so Meng Hao took a few more glances.
"I hope you always do this." Meng Hao said suddenly.
"I hope too." The big man laughed, his body flew up suddenly, and went straight to the distance, but soon, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his body disappeared suddenly. When he appeared, he was behind the big man.
This big man seemed to be flying towards the distance, but in fact, he was going backwards, as if he was about to flee. At this moment, he was blocked by Meng Hao, and he laughed.
"Acknowledged the wrong way, it is really the wrong way." The big man said, changing his direction, and then went straight to the center area.
Meng Hao watched the figure of the big man in the distance gradually disappear. He thoughtfully, glanced at the forge, and then left. He did not force people to go to the battlefield, but was in the ninth country. A few people walked past the Dongfu.
This incarnation of him is also slowly dissipating, perhaps because of this, the traces are weak, but it is not easy to be noticed.
He saw Bei Yu. The place where Bei Yu was located had become a sea of flowers. There were countless monks and mortals who became flower farmers, while Bei Yu was in the sea of flowers, seeming to be practicing, and it seemed to be no problem. , But in fact, Meng Hao still saw the signs that her desires were slowly being amplified.
He also saw Fan Dong'er, Fan Dong'er is very special, there is no one in her world, and Fan Dong'er herself has chosen to retreat, without any contact with the outside world.
Meng Hao looked outside Fan Dong'er's cave for a long while, thoughtfully before leaving.
In the end, when his incarnation was about to dissipate, he saw that besides himself and Fan Donger, among the crowd, there was only one non-demonic monk from the Nine Seas God Realm. This was a young man who looked gentle and gentle. But in his world, it has become a country of purgatory.
The mortals there are trembling, the monks there are all in fear, are digging, and the mine produced in this mine is actually immortal jade!
The moment Meng Hao saw those fairy jade, Meng Hao's heart suddenly shook, and his breathing was short, as if a force appeared in his mind, making Meng Hao a wave of wanting to kill at this moment. The young man has an impulse to attribute all the fairy jade here.
This impulse came extremely suddenly, but it made Meng Hao's eyes red, and his cultivation burst out. When the right hand was raised, the pressure suddenly spread, immediately causing all the beings on this earth to shake their hearts, and there was a roar. From the underground, the figure of the young monk suddenly flew over.
"Meng Hao, what are you doing!"
But this young man’s voice almost just came out. This avatar of Meng Hao collapsed on its own and became a flying ash. This was not Meng Hao deliberately, but that this avatar could not last forever. It was agitated by Meng Hao’s cultivation and consumed everything. The vitality dissipated.
The young man was taken aback, his expression gloomy, he glanced at the direction of Bai Fengshan and snorted coldly before he returned to the ground.
On Baifeng Mountain, Meng Hao's body was sitting cross-legged next to the statue. At this moment, he spouted a mouthful of blood, his face was instantly pale, and he opened his eyes sharply, revealing a touch of shock.
He immediately pinched the tactics with both hands to maintain the constant perception, otherwise, once he was interrupted, he would backfire from the source of the perception, not to mention the destruction of body and spirit, and his own cultivation would collapse.
This kind of sentiment cannot be interrupted, and it is the limit to be distracted to think for a short time.
"It's like being controlled by me!!" Meng Hao was shocked.
"When I saw one of the fairy jade, the impulse was so strong that it was unbelievable... The most terrifying thing was that at that moment, I didn't even realize that I was going to struggle." Meng Hao took a deep breath, and he suddenly felt like a wind world. With a sense of mystery, even he quickly reacted. Perhaps he had been affected before, after stepping into the realm of Rufeng, and there had been some changes that he hadn't even noticed.
It seems that his heart has become colder, and it has changed a little bit differently... Thinking of this, Meng Hao's body shook.
"Desire has been magnified countless times... Fortunately, it was the incarnation, which collapsed on its own. If it were the body..." Meng Hao could hardly imagine what the consequences would be.
In the silence, he was immersed in sentiment again, but his vigilance was extremely high.
The mortal battlefield in the central area was eased due to the participation of the three demon cultivators, but soon, the monks from other countries joined in, and the war suddenly became more chaotic, and the national fortune of the Ninth Kingdom was once again affected by the ups and downs. The blow made the tower's blood light still the lowest.
It was also at this moment... On the Eighth Mountain, the thin young man surrounded by ghosts of white bones suddenly stood up from the mountain of his kingdom. He was the first person to complete the realization of one hundred origins.
Unexpectedly, he didn't continue to feel, but suddenly looked towards the Ninth Kingdom, with a strong murderous in his eyes.
"Meng Hao, surname Meng... This surname disgusts me!" He shook his body and flew out from the top of the mountain, heading straight for the Ninth Kingdom, murdering the sky.
"Well, I will be the first to kill you, seize the mark, destroy the sequence, and become my name Han Qinglei!!"