As soon as the third soul lamp went out, the surrounding lights flickered and dimmed, and even the remaining thirty soul lamps seemed to have a ray of cloudy wind blowing, causing those lamps to shake.
"Seven withered gods..." Meng Hao spoke lightly, feeling the constant roar inside his body and the rising cultivation base again. He closed his eyes, and as his cultivation base continued to improve, his divine consciousness also exploded and increased again. 10%!
At this moment, he is already comparable to nearly 60% of the Supreme Divine Sense!
"If the remaining thirty soul lamps can be extinguished, then my power of divine consciousness will be three times that of the Supreme! Even if it is only three times that of the Seven Source Supreme, it will still be as powerful as terrifying." Meng Hao opened his eyes. Showing his essence, he took a deep breath, and the roar inside his body remained the same, whether he was cultivation base, flesh god, or spirit, all grew at this moment.
"For me, the ancient realm is no longer excessive, but... an unprecedented transformation!" Meng Hao flicked his sleeve, and the surrounding storm roared, his spiritual consciousness suddenly dispersed, and he could feel it when it enveloped all directions. At this moment, I am almost 60 to 70% stronger than before!
"It can be stronger." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he looked at the fourth soul lamp, his eyes showed a strange light, and his thoughts flashed for an instant. This fourth soul lamp, instantly went out! !
As it extinguished, as the blue smoke rose, and penetrated into Meng Hao's mouth and nose, there was a loud noise in Meng Hao's body. The rumbling of his cultivation base erupted, and the storm that was set off filled the entire void world.
His spiritual consciousness has increased again, from 60% before to 70%! !
There was a loud bang from his body, and his soul seemed to rush out of the body, rising to the sky, the light in Meng Hao's eyes was extremely bright, as if it had become the source of light.
And for Meng Hao, the illusion exuded by the first one of the seven withers of the gods was simply insignificant and could not move his mind in the slightest.
Even if this is Luo Tiandaoxian's ancient lantern calamity, it still can't be compared with Meng Hao's true and false experience, let alone Meng Hao who has searched for this life for endless years to fight!
As long as he looked at it, all illusions, when they did not appear, would collapse and fall apart on their own!
With the fourth soul lamp extinguished, Meng Hao's body was overwhelming. At the moment when he was about to extinguish the fifth soul lamp, suddenly, a roar suddenly came out from the extinguished fourth soul lamp, and At the same time, the surrounding nothingness seemed to be distorted, faintly, as if there was a big hand, shuttled through the barrier between illusion and reality, penetrating and grabbing towards Meng Hao.
"Dead!!" This roar was roaring and even more angry. When it came, Meng Hao was not unfamiliar. Whether it was the big hand or the roaring owner, Meng Hao had encountered it before... that was hidden in ancient times. In the mist of robbery, the existence hidden in the first withered illusion hated Meng Hao.
It was waiting for the arrival of Meng Hao in the illusion, but it did not expect that what it had waited was such a change. At this moment, only the last soul lamp remained. Once it was also extinguished, with the end of the first death, it would no longer have it. When the opportunity came to shake Meng Hao, he was immediately anxious, and then gathered his big hands and rushed out to prevent Meng Hao from turning off the light.
"Meng has been waiting for you for a long time." At the moment that big hand came, Meng Hao spoke lightly, raising his right hand directly, as fast as lightning, even looking at it with the naked eye, his right hand was clearly still aside, but in fact, his right hand In the lightning, he has grabbed the coming big hand.
This big hand is too much smaller than what Meng Hao saw in the fog of the ancient realm and the illusion of the first time the light was turned off. At this moment, it is only ten feet in size, but in front of Meng Hao, it trembles to a halt. Meng Hao's right hand buckled directly, unable to move forward the slightest.
The roar came out, with anger and depravity, and even more unbelievable. Meng Hao gave a cold snort, his right hand shook, and his body's cultivation roared, passing vigorously, when there was a screaming scream under the scream, Meng Hao's right hand yanked outwards suddenly, and immediately a black shadow, like a black mist, was actually pulled out by Meng Hao directly from the fourth soul lamp that was extinguished.
The black mist was like a dragon's body. When it was pulled out, it was immediately distorted and exclaimed. Meng Hao's right hand squeezed fiercely and with a thud, the mist shrank instantly, as if Meng Hao's right hand turned into a huge In the blink of an eye, he held the mist directly in the palm of his hand.
"If you want to die, you still want to live." Meng Hao spoke lightly, his eyes calm, and he looked at the fog in the palm of his hand coldly. The fog formed a cloud. When it rolled at this moment, a face was faintly revealed in him. This face was frightened. It was unbelievable and even more shocking, but it seemed to have its dignity. Facing Meng Hao's words, he suddenly yelled. Although no words came out, the hatred and unwillingness in this roar was undoubtedly revealed.
"Death!" Meng Hao's right hand immediately squeezed, and the black mist seemed to collapse with a click, and a scream of screams came from it. Soon, as the death was approaching, the existence in the mist revealed The meaning of surrender.
"It's late." Meng Hao held his right hand fiercely, and with a boom, the fog in his palm immediately collapsed, smashed and shattered directly, with a desperate roar and a monstrous curse, turning into remnants of black silk, from Meng Hao Drilled out of his fingers, like poisonous snakes, coming straight to Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's expression remained as usual, and his sleeves flicked, and immediately all these black silks, like poisonous snakes, collapsed every inch and disappeared in front of him.
At the same time, the first and last soul lamp of the seven dead souls of the gods, that is, the fifth of Meng Hao's thirty-three soul lamps, the lamp shook at this moment and went out in an instant.
As it extinguished, the blue smoke rose, and under Meng Hao's breath, he returned all the time. After he blended into his body, Meng Hao's eyes were bright, his body roared, his cultivation base exploded, and his soul seemed to be rushing out of his body. Divine consciousness, surged again!
From nearly 70% of the power of the supreme divine consciousness, it directly became... 80%! !
After 80% of the supreme divine consciousness caused Meng Hao's divine consciousness to disperse, it immediately made this nihility world seem unsupportable, showing signs of collapse.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, his eyes showed a strange light. His state at this moment has surpassed his previous peak, and even Meng Hao at this moment has absolute certainty. If he meets the White Lord again, he has the meaning of victory!
Meng Hao suddenly got up, the surrounding soul lamp melted into his body, and when he disappeared, his figure had already taken a step, walked out of the world, walked out of the door, and when he appeared, he returned to the back of the patron ancestor. He heard it in his ears. Yes, it was the roar of the ancestor of the mountain, and there was a huge head, roaring stench, as if to swallow it.
It was the patron ancestor who had already solved the forbidden law of Meng Hao on his body. After waiting for a long time, when he saw Meng Hao appearing, he subconsciously swallowed it.
Meng Hao's expression was as usual, he didn't even look at the big mouth, and under a sway, he appeared from the back of the patron ancestor to the starry sky, making the patron ancestor bit empty, and when he turned his head, he roared at Meng Hao.
"Meng Hao, you bastard, deceive people too much!"
Meng Hao looked back at the patron ancestor, smiled slightly, and spoke faintly.
"Okay, don't pretend, you are free, but when I need it, you have to return." In the bottom of Meng Hao's heart, he still has some emotions for the patron ancestor, and he flicks his sleeves and is about to leave.
But he was about to leave, but the patron ancestor quit, and rushed when he roared.
"Don't go!"
As soon as these two words were uttered, the ancestor of the mountain regretted it. He shuddered, and in his heart he cursed himself for being so confused and why he had to say these two words. But now that he said it, he felt that if he was immediately weakened. , Too embarrassing, when he was about to pretend to be an angry look before, seeing Meng Hao's footsteps, Paoshan Patriarch immediately trembled.
"Oh? You don't let me go, do you really want to be my mount?" Meng Hao was surprised, turning his head to look at the patron ancestor, with a playful look in his eyes.
The ancestor of the mountain shivered immediately, and his entire expression was about to collapse, but Gu Yiding Sanyu on his back hid his mouth and laughed, making him feel ridiculous, coughing dryly, and speaking old-fashioned.
"How do you say I am also your ancestor, you are leaving, you have to worship my ancestor, otherwise, hum." Paoshan ancestor resisted the tremor and plucked up the courage to say. Staring closely at Meng Hao, his body slowly backed away.
Meng Hao smiled and saw the mood of Paoshan Patriarch at the moment, but he was in a very good mood at the moment, blinked, and bowed to Pao Pao Pao.
"Old ancestor is well, can it be good to let Mengmou leave?"
"Hmph, you can kneel and settle down!" Patriarch Paoshan immediately became proud, he suddenly felt that there must be something in his body that scared this little Meng Hao, so he immediately became emboldened.
Meng Hao still smiled, but the cultivation base inside his body burst out loudly, his consciousness suddenly dispersed, and the scared Patriarch's entire body trembled intensely, his eyes widened, and flattery appeared on his subconscious face. meaning.
"Haha, haha, ancestor, I'm laughing, little friend Meng Hao, you... go quickly..." Paoshan ancestor is laughing at the back of Gu Yi Ding Sanyu, his scalp is numb, and he hates Meng Hao. Leave immediately, hating myself for being quick.
After he finished speaking, he kept backing away, blinking into a long rainbow, and then went away suddenly, wishing that he could use all his strength to stay away from Meng Hao this morning.
Looking at the distant patron ancestor, Meng Hao's eyes showed softness, and the patron ancestor carried too many memories of Meng Hao. Whether it was Daqingshan or the patron sect, they were all precious in Meng Hao's memory.
After a long time, Meng Hao retracted his gaze, and when he turned around, his body showed a slaughter, his gaze was sharp, like a blade, and while he stepped, he went straight to the crack in the eighth mountain and the seventh mountain.
"Lord Bai, this time, you will die!" Meng Hao said softly, and when his footsteps fell, his figure disappeared instantly and moved away.