The Seventh Mountain and Sea, the four stars surrounding the Seventh Mountain, had three collapsed, turned into countless fragments, turned into storms, and turned into dust.
The only star that still exists at this moment is called Hulao.
At this moment, on this Hulao star, Yu Wenjian and the remaining tens of thousands of monks in the entire seventh mountain and sea are fighting a life-and-death battle with those alien races here.
Fighting to the sky, sometimes there is a roar of self-detonation echoing, and it is extremely tragic. The whole world has become red. The cruelty and madness of those alien races, which are close to the magical powers of their own lives, form a black sea of fire, passing by the sky, burning everything.
Even the Hulao Star, cracks appeared in the earth at this moment. The city on this star, as well as sentient beings, were trembling, and a feeling of doomsday appeared in the mind of every life.
The sky seems to be collapsing, the fighting is permeating, there seems to be no other communion between the monk and the alien race except for life and death!
Yu Wenjian is not the strongest among these tens of thousands of monks, but his identity gives him a lot of right to speak here. At this moment, he is passing by with a group of monks.
His body was bloody and bloody, his clothes became bloody, his scars were so many, his eyes had long been filled with thick bloodshot eyes, and it seemed that he was vaguely hideous.
But behind this hideous, sorrow and despair.
"Life is a mountain and sea person, and death is a mountain and sea ghost!" Yu Wenjian laughed up to the sky. When the voice came out, all the monks here roared at the same time, and the killing intent was even stronger.
They have no retreat... The entire seventh mountain and sea, thanks to the Lord of the seventh mountain and sea, has completely fallen. They watched the three stars of the four major stars, collapsed one by one, watched countless living beings being sacrificed by blood, watched the seventh mountain and sea step by step. , Became a camp of alien races, they were already grief and anger to the extreme.
It seems that the reason they are still alive is because they still have to breathe and kill another alien race!
During the roar, Yu Wenjian spewed blood. In front of him, an alien realm sneered, with contempt, and came like lightning in an instant. Between the right hand pinch, the black fire spread, forming a big mouth, swallowing towards Yu Wenjian. Come.
Yu Wenjian smiled miserably. In the previous few Dao realms appeared, the Seventh Mountains and Seas Dao Realm was constrained. But this time, they suffered heavy casualties, and they were about to be extinct. Facing the coming Alien Dao realm, Yu Wenjian had eyes. Showing madness, about to choose to blew himself up at any cost.
Even all the cultivators around him are like that, with red eyes, and one person may blew himself into the realm, but if there are ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people!
After all, the accumulation of quantity can be turned into a force that makes the Dao Realm amazed.
The foreign race realm shrank his eyes, frowned, and when he was about to do something, suddenly, an earth-shattering divine consciousness exploded frantically all around.
This divine consciousness contained killing intent, hatred, and madness, and after whizzing past, this alien realm opened his eyes wide, his expression was shocked, and his voice was silent.
"Dao..." He only said one word, his head collapsed with a bang, and his body was directly shattered. Almost at the same time as his death, all the bad aliens on the battlefield screamed and looked terrified. Collapse one by one.
From a distance, as in the starry sky battlefield, countless blood flowers suddenly bloomed...
The remaining alien races were all shocked, their expressions showed horror, and they all retreated. The monks of the seventh mountain and sea were also taken aback for a moment, but their hatred was strong. At this moment, seeing those alien races retreat, they all rushed out immediately.
Yu Wenjian's body shook, but at this moment there was no time to think about it, and he fought and left.
At this moment, an extra figure appeared on the battlefield, it was Meng Hao, who moved in, and at the moment he appeared, his right hand was raised, and he grabbed it fiercely.
Immediately the power of the mountains and seas roared. Although this power was not much, it could not enable Meng Hao to use against the powerhouses in the realm of Dao Venerable, but these non-Dao Venerable alien races, for Meng Hao, can be destroyed by killing!
Amidst the roar, an illusory big hand condensed in the starry sky, with an amazing aura, setting off endless ripples in the starry sky, and slammed it towards the place where the alien races were.
Under this grasp, the starry sky trembled, and cracks appeared one after another. In the blink of an eye, this big hand grabbed the starry sky region where the alien race was located.
Squeeze hard!
boom!
The screams and screams came to an abrupt end at this moment, and when the big hand disappeared, everything was gone.
The battlefield was suddenly quiet, and all the seventh mountain and sea monks were stunned there. Yuwen turned his head fiercely and saw Meng Hao's figure behind everyone.
"Meng Hao..." Yuwen looked at Meng Hao firmly, with a smile on his face, but this smile was bitter and even more dazed.
In this area, the death of more than 10,000 foreign races, no one cheered, no one cheered, all the monks of the seventh mountain and sea were silent.
Even when they looked at Meng Hao, there was still not much life in their eyes, it seemed that their soul was dead.
They understand that there are so many alien races in the Seventh Mountain and Sea Realm that they cannot be calculated. Even if they win this game, the next one... may be the demise of the Seventh Mountain and Sea.
In silence, these cultivators of the Seventh Mountain and Sea silently clasped their fists towards Meng Hao, scattered them one by one, taking away the corpses of the dead compatriots on the battlefield, and dispelling the filthy foreign blood.
Deathly silence... Meng Hao's heart pierced for a while, he looked at these people, watching them behave like souls.
"Because, we have no hope..." Yuwen stoically endured the injury and came to Meng Hao, looking at his companions around him, he said bitterly.
"Meng Hao, this battle... Can we win?" Yuwen Jian was at a loss. Perhaps he was not asking Meng Hao, but wanted an answer that would cheer him up, even if it was false...
In Meng Hao’s life, he has seen wars, but he has never been like this. When his heart is tingling, he shakes. He looks at the tens of thousands of monks in the seventh mountain and sea here, and sees their exhaustion. The despair they hide in their hearts also saw their hatred of foreign races.
"Friends of mountains and seas, I am Meng Hao, from the ninth mountain and sea realm, one of the sequences!" Meng Hao suddenly said, he felt that he had to say something, he felt that there was a voice in his heart, shouting, roar.
"I don't know if we can win this war, but I know that at this moment, Haimeng Supreme is fighting against Alien Supreme, right there!" Meng Hao's voice was agitated, and his right hand raised a finger at the end of the starry sky.
"I also know that in the Fourth Mountain and Sea, the Fourth Mountain and Sea, the Lord Jizo, is at war with alien masters!"
"There are also the great mountain and sea masters who are also at war with the clones of the alien Dao Venerable. Not long ago, Meng had just trapped the last alien Dao Venerable in 33 places. Even if he did not die, he would not be able to come out for a short time! "
"I also know that at this moment, I, Meng Hao, is the only cultivator who can be compared to Dao Zun!"
"The war, I don't know whether it will be won in the end, but... the world of mountains and seas will never be easily extinct!"
"Back then, we in the Supreme Immortal Realm could continue, but now, in the mountain and sea realm, how can we lose hope!!"
At this moment, when Meng Hao looked at the monk in the seventh mountain and sea, and there was a cry in his heart, on the southern star of the ninth mountain and sea, the Li family's formation was covering all directions, and all the foreign races who had come were outside this formation. He let out a scream, his body collapsed before he stepped into the Southern Star.
There was a rain of blood in the sky. These blood belonged to a foreign race, and it contained a very serious filth for the monks. Not only could it make the monks uncomfortable, but it would also make the world dusty, so it is impossible for them to come, and they have not waited for them to fall to the ground. It turned into mist and dissipated in the eyes of the monk Nantianxing.
In the distance, on the mountain peak, Shui Dongliu stood there silently, looking at the sky, with a sense of sorrow in his expression, which lasted for a long time.
At some point, an old boat appeared next to him. This boat was floating in mid-air and could not be seen by outsiders, as if it originally... didn't exist.
On the boat, there was an old man sitting cross-legged in meditation, with his back facing the world, as if he was also facing the sky and the earth.
If Meng Hao is here, he can recognize it at a glance. He is familiar with the boat and the old man on the boat is no stranger to him. On the boat.
This boat once took him to travel the entire mountain and sea world like a dream. From that moment on, Meng Hao's world was truly opened.
It was also the old man on the boat, who did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, that eased Meng Hao's injury, and gave Meng Hao a ray of life to sustain him.
At this moment, the boat was floating in the air, floating in front of the flow of water.
Shui Dongliu stood on the top of the mountain, and the old man on the boat turned his back to the world. The two obviously had no eyes to meet, but they seemed to be staring at each other.
"Why... doomed to be hopeless" The voice of the vicissitudes of life slowly came from the old people on the boat. This seemed to be the first time he really spoke. The voice seemed to come from endless years ago, following the words. It was said that he and the boat he was on seemed to be more illusory.
Shui Dongliu did not speak, still looking into the distance.
After a long time, the old man in the boat sighed softly, and the boat gradually dissipated and seemed to be gone.
Almost at the moment when the old man on the boat left, Shui Dongliu suddenly turned his head and stared behind him. At this moment, a figure appeared silently where he was looking.
It was a young man in black, with a calm complexion and an ordinary appearance, but there was an astonishing suffocation that loomed over his body. It was precisely what... let Meng Hao learn the steps of time... Slaughter!
He stared at Shui Dongliu coldly, and a killing intent flashed past his eyes.
"I thought about it for a long time... Why can I come back when I should have disappeared? Seeing you, I have the answer."
"Only once, I only help you... once!" After the black-clothed youth finished speaking, he took a deep look at Shui Dongliu, then turned and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.
Shui Dongliu was silent, from beginning to end, he didn't speak, until the sky gradually darkened, until the night fell, under the bright moon, his shadow was stretched very long.
"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the country is broken by mountains and rivers... The choice has already been decided before." Shui Dongliu murmured softly, his eyes slowly revealed a strange light, which contained expectations.
"The war in the mountains and seas requires the rise of the spirit!"