"Dare you!" In the sky of the Eighth Kingdom, dark clouds are rolling, and millions of dead souls are pulling the chariot, sweeping through the sky with a roar, like a prelude to the dark night, booming, the fourth mountain sequence on that chariot Lin Cong, like the great emperor representing death, exercises the power of the Yellow Spring, and spreads like thunder with the sound.
Meng Hao’s expression was calm, but there was a realm of understanding and immortality in his heart. He thought he had reached the level of the closest peak, but until after the battle with Han Qinglei, Meng Hao discovered that everyone has a different way to become a sequence. Opportunity and good fortune cannot be compared with other monks. It can be said that the sequence has its own direction, is different, and even... every sequence is different.
Different paths, different sequences!
Han Qinglei's path is rather complicated, whether he is boneless or Qinglei, he has not found his own way, so even if he walks on the road, even if he is strong, he still has to lose out in front of Meng Hao, once. Lose, lose every time.
Because of Meng Hao, he has his own immortal road, which is the strongest Luotian road in the legend since ancient times.
At the moment, this imposing Fourth Mountain Sequence obviously has his own way.
What Lu Menghao doesn't understand, he doesn't need to understand!
Even if Luo Tianxian's road was in the ancient Supreme Immortal Realm, it was already a legend, but after all, how many years have passed, in other mountains and seas, it is inevitable that some other immortal roads will appear, trying to become stronger.
"Perhaps it has something to do with the Supreme Dharma, otherwise, why can only the Supreme Dharma be defined as a sequence, or maybe... the existence of the sequence itself, besides fulfilling Haimeng Supreme’s plan, has another use. Let’s take a look. Which way... can go out of the strongest supreme emperor!" Meng Hao is not completely sure about this judgment of himself, but he is sure of six or seven points.
"However, no matter what immortal road these sequences take, before my road, there will be... no way to go. Even if you walk on hard, you will find that Luo Tianxian Road is... the strongest!
I will beat them one by one and let them understand this! "Meng Hao's eyes flashed, revealing a touch of brilliance, and more intense self-confidence.
He believes that he... will go further, Luo Tianxian is... the strongest immortal road!
These thoughts flashed through his mind, Meng Hao stopped thinking, he retracted his gaze to look at the Fourth Mountain Sequence on the sky and the million dead souls, and his right hand was like lightning, and he directly touched the ball in the hands of the statue. The fire that represents the mark of the world!
In his hand, the moment he touched the fire ball, he was grasped in his hand, and the moment he picked it up, a roar came from the sky, but then... At the central temple, a strong light burst into the sky. , Went straight to the sky.
The strength of this light is earth-shattering, more majestic than Meng Hao's limit, and even more monstrous than Han Qinglei's first comprehension of the origin of a hundred ways!
This strong light, which is a thousand meters in size, rushed into the sky during the bombardment. From a distance, it looked like a huge pillar, supporting the sky and the earth, no matter where it is like the wind world, at this moment, You can see this strong light!
The whole world like the wind is shaking, and the sky is roaring. This momentum is unprecedented, far beyond the past two times. It can even be said that there is no comparison between the two sides.
One is like a bamboo stick, and the other is the thickness of the arm. This gap, when I heard it, formed a thunder, which exploded directly in the mind of every monk in the entire Rufeng Realm.
As the sound of the boom echoed, even the faces of the people on the battlefield of the central temple changed drastically. They all looked up in amazement and looked at the amazing beam of light, tearing the sky apart, forming a huge vortex.
Meng Hao stood next to the statue, holding the world mark of the Eighth Kingdom in his hand, looking up at the whirlpool, with a faint sneer on his face.
"Sure enough, as I judged, the first to obtain the mark of another country's world will definitely break through the limits of the predecessors, and there will be blessings coming!"
This is where Meng Hao’s self-confidence lies and the reason for his calmness before. No matter who Han Qinglei attracts, no matter what Han Qinglei’s plans are, Meng Hao believes that since the first Ming Wu National Games will be blessed, the first to understand the origin of the Hundred Paths There are also blessings. Compared with these, if you are the first to take away the mark of the world from another country, the blessings for this matter will be stronger and more.
All this seems to be not short, but it happened in an instant. The sequence of the Eighth Mountain, Lin Cong, was still in the air at this moment. He was also shaken by this scene, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look towards the sky.
In the sky above the central temple, the whirlpool blinked and expanded at this moment, which was just a few breaths, as if it had lifted the veil of the sky, revealing another world to everyone's eyes.
That is the world that has appeared twice before. In this world, it is full of mountains and there are many statues. If you look carefully, they are half of them.
In this world, there are four statues and five mountains, the most conspicuous. Those four statues are the tallest statues in this world. Compared with other statues, they are like children!
And the five mountains are the top of the world in this world, as if no one has ever been able to conquer them and turn them from mountains into statues. These four statues and five mountains contain indescribable fluctuations. , It seems that there is an infinite force circulating in it, once it disperses, it will definitely change the color of the world.
Surrounded by mountains, among countless statues, these four statues and five mountains are extremely obvious, as if they are the core, and at this moment, the first statue, roaring at this moment, the mountain-like statue, directly collapsed, countless rubble. When it fell off, a new statue suddenly replaced the previous one and stood in place!
This statue... is Meng Hao!
And at this moment, Meng Hao’s appearance was instantly seen by everyone in the Rufeng Realm. It was different from the first time he broke the limits of his predecessors. The statue this time is the sky. On top of the world!
It's eye-catching and shocked the world!
"Meng Hao, the ninth country, broke the best of his predecessors, defeated Han Qinglei, the eighth country, and won the world mark of the eighth country. Good luck!"
The vicissitudes of icy voice suddenly echoed throughout Rufeng Realm, so that everyone who heard it could not help but breathe in, showing a shocking meaning. This is different from the rewards of the two previous openings of the sky world. Those two times, This time, it turned out to be a reward for the entire Rufeng Realm's 20% luck!
Twenty percent of the luck of the wind world is in the body of a person. This concept is difficult to express in detail. To put it another way, it is as if Meng Hao has become the darling of the wind world in this world. Same.
Twenty percent luck... It can be said that instead of facing the enemy, it is certain that the thunder will directly fall on the thunder and smash his enemy to death!
And once, this kind of luck reached ten percent...
So even if Meng Hao is a mortal who doesn't know any magic skills, he will be the ruler in this realm of wind.
During the roar, around Meng Hao, an invisible storm appeared. Outsiders could not see this storm, only Meng Hao could feel it.
His heart trembled. At this moment, he seemed to hear countless voices, which were the voices and prayers of countless sentient beings from within the Rufeng Realm over the years.
At the same time, Meng Hao felt strongly that he was repelled from the Rufeng World. At this moment, he completely disappeared. Not only was there no rejection, but there was even a sense of identity, which made him and Rufeng World come into being. Some kind of strange connection.
This kind of connection made Meng Hao's breathing short. He could foresee that with this kind of connection, he felt that the origin would be smoother. This was second, and even he was aware of a certain will from the wind world.
What made Meng Hao take a deep breath was the kindness and protection of the entire Rufeng Realm to himself within this will! !
Meng Hao closed his eyes, and he used all his mind to feel like a wind in this storm.
At this moment, the strongest sequence in the first country, he opened his eyes violently from cross-legged, his eyes were rarely solemn, and he looked directly into the distance.
"Qi Luck actually rewards Qi Luck, which is different from what I knew before!!" When the sequence of the first mountain murmured, the cultivators around him also looked extremely solemn.
The same is true for the second country!
But in the third country, on the National Destiny Mountain of the third country, that is not the third mountain sequence, but the middle-aged man who has a sequence mark like his eyebrow frowned at this moment.
"I want to bring the entire Rufeng World to rise. As the only master of Rufeng World, why should you stop it!" The middle-aged man murmured coldly, with a murderous flash in his eyes.
The third country is special. As for the fifth country, the sixth country, the seventh country...
At this moment, all the sequences and monks were shaken by this reward. At the same time, Meng Hao's name was even more impressive in their hearts, even to an extremely high level.
"Three times the limit, two times!" In the sixth country, a woman was galloping forward, her face was a little pale, behind her, there were more people pursuing her.
While galloping, the woman looked up at the statue of Meng Hao in the sky, with anticipation in her eyes.
"Almost, I have a hunch that we will meet soon, Meng Hao... Are you the one I am waiting for... If you are, I will help you become the strongest sequence. This is my mission...
If you are not, then I can only choose the sequence of the first mountain. "The woman murmured softly.
This woman is Xueer, the descendant of the ancient immortal.
At this moment of worldwide shaking, in the Eighth Kingdom, in a mortal city, in a house, there was a scholar who was reading. He seemed to be reading, but in fact his body was trembling slightly.
He can feel everything in the outside world, and it can even be said that all the changes outside are directly related to him!
After a long while, he put down the bamboo book in his hand, and when he looked up, he looked at the sky outside the window, his face was uncertain, he seemed to hesitate, and sighed again.
"Meng Hao... It turns out that this is the reason why you are calm, you are sure that there will be a reward like the wind world!"
"And this battle may be what you expected, Meng Hao... I remember the Ninth Mountain sequence!" This seemingly mortal scholar is... Han Qinglei!