Xuanfang's figure was blurred for an instant. There seemed to be time around him that was distorted and faint. This distorted time seemed to run through thousands of years, and inside it was like a flash of light, with countless ages, countless... of Xuanfang Figure!
That is during these tens of thousands of years, in every Jiazi years, when Xuanfang became the supreme, the origin of time is great, and this is the ultimate method of life-saving!
This kind of technique is terrifying, it can be said that this method of Xuan Fang, even if he faces the Eight Source Supreme, he can still be immortal!
Unless all the souls that can keep him in the time are all destroyed, otherwise, as long as one soul is still there, it can be restored to the original in an instant, but this kind of terrifying absolute method, Xuanfang's life, can only Expand once.
Otherwise, under the backlash of Guang Dao at that time, his whole person will become a part of time, and he will no longer have his own consciousness, but become a slave to the source!
This time, Meng Hao fought with Xuanfang Supreme, and a quarter of an hour has passed by 60%. With the combat power of the six sources, it has been delayed until now. This is extremely good, and even the Xuanfang was forced to spend only once in his life. This battle... Even if Meng Hao loses, he is equally glorious!
The Supreme Xuanfang yelled at the sky, and the ultimate technique was unfolded to the extreme. Facing the impossibly dodgeable chaos ball, the Supreme Xuanfang stretched out his arms, forward, with determination, with a fierce finger.
The roaring sound is loud, and the twisted time and space around him whizzes away in an instant, touching the chaos ball that is coming, and immediately suppresses it.
"The deity bet on the imperfection of this method, and bet... this imperfect method is not enough to destroy all the souls in the old man’s time." , At the moment of touching, a strong light broke out!
This light was strange, it didn't spread too far, it just spread around a hundred meters, making this hundred meters of land seem to be another sun star, shining brightly and extremely dazzling.
Within a hundred meters, the supreme Xuanfang had a terrifying expression, the chaotic light ball disappeared at this moment and turned into six strands of tobacco, and it plunged into the source of time of the supreme Xuanfang in an instant, and killed the supreme Xuanfang in those thousands of years of time. All souls.
Silently, the twisted time around Xuanfang Supreme, the flashing shadows quickly shattered one after another, and soon, nearly 10% of it disappeared!
10% of the soul disappeared, making Xuanfang Supreme's complexion extremely ugly, but very quickly, 20%, 30%, 40%, 50%...
After 50%, Xuanfang Supreme’s eyes showed strong fear and amazement, and even more unbelievable. He didn’t believe that he would fall here today. He didn’t believe that his deduction would go wrong, let alone that he started this on his own. The life-saving method that can only be used once in a lifetime is still unable to fight against this imperfect Taoist method! !
"Impossible!!" Xuan Fang supreme roared, and the blood all over his body suddenly circulated. Immediately, all the spirit shadows in his time were tumbling, and his spirit power became even more majestic.
And at this moment, those six strands of tobacco were also rapidly consumed, destroying the 50% of the mysterious shadow of the profound prescription. These six strands of tobacco consumed a lot, and at this moment, after spreading and destroying the 60% of the profound shadow, this The six strands of shredded tobacco are already showing signs of dissipating.
Soon, when the seventh-generation ghost shadow was also extinct, the six strands of tobacco began to fall apart, and the remaining power was forced to spread, unable to destroy the eighth-cheng mysterious shadow, and all the tobacco finally... was completely dissipated.
At the moment of dissipating, Meng Hao in the formation spouted a big mouthful of blood, his body wilted, his complexion was pale without the slightest blood, and his internal organs shattered, his whole body trembled, and his cultivation was all Faint, his consciousness has begun to blur.
Lost... Meng Hao didn't even have the strength to laugh miserably. He knew that this time, he was completely defeated.
I have never lost such a terrible defeat. Even though I had a fierce battle with the Seventh Mountain and Sea Lord back then, it was victorious. But today, the desperation that I can't overcome with all my hard work made Meng Hao feel bitter here.
The Eternal Azure Emperor Art is still running in the body, but unless Meng Hao is given enough time, the only thing that will be restored is the strength of raising his hand to unfold a few supernatural powers, and he cannot restore much.
And... In terms of time, for Meng Hao, it was a knife hanging over his head, but now a quarter of an hour has passed, only about 70% has passed, and it is difficult for him to hold on.
And the scene outside the mist was covered by the mist. Meng Hao had previously fought with the Supreme, unable to be distracted, and could only vaguely feel that the outside... was just as bad.
Not far away from the formation, Xuanfang's body was also trembling. The light surrounding him, which was hundreds of feet long, dissipated as the imperfect Taoism after Meng Hao's six forbiddens was unified, and quickly dissipated, and soon lost its light. , Revealing the Xuanfang Dao Zun standing there.
At this moment, Xuanfang Dao Zun looked embarrassed, with disheveled hair, and even sweat all over his body. His eyes were surviving, and his expression was complicated. He looked into the formation, Meng Hao, who had lost his combat power.
"In these thirty-three days, there are only two Eight Source Supremes who can push the old man to such a degree, and today... there is one more you." Xuan Fang took a deep look at Meng Hao, and clasped his fists toward Meng Haoyi. bye.
"This worship, the old man is also you. Although the old man is bound to kill you, he can also respect you."
"The position is different, only this war, the fight between you and me, this matter is not your choice, and although the old man is the supreme, but only the seven sources, he can't choose."
"Meng Hao... The old man remembered your name, and now, you can... die." Xuanfang took a deep breath. Although his soul in time has been wiped out by nearly 80%, if there is one, he will Immortal.
It's only a pity for him that this technique... can't be unfolded in this life. If Meng Hao can perform the imperfect Taoism for the second time, he... will undoubtedly die.
Meng Hao was silent and sighed inwardly. At this moment of death, he had no fear. Many pictures appeared in front of him, starting from the disappearance of his parents when he was a child, to studying and scientific research in Yunjie County, and then embarking on the Daqing Mountain to cultivate Taoism.
The images of his life quickly emerged before his eyes, with relatives, lovers, and friends...
At this moment, Xuan Fang walked in one step, roaring, and stepped directly into the formation, about to kill Meng Hao, but at this moment, the hundred thousand monks in the formation that he didn't care about before were all Qi Qi roared and roared.
Roar! !
No words came out, no words came out, some... just a roar from the soul!
Those 100,000 monks were all red eyes at this moment, bursting out all cultivation bases, all lives, to resist the Supreme Xuanfang, prevent him from stepping into the formation, and prevent him from harming Meng Hao!
Xuanfang's eyes flashed, and Leng Heng's right foot stomped toward the formation. When landing, the sun star was shaking, and a strong force burst from Xuanfang's body, bombarding the formation, bombarding Meng Hao!
But Meng Hao suffered not much damage, most of the damage was borne by the 100,000 cultivators when this force came.
Blood spurted out, and some people even had their bodies dry and crumbling.
This scene interrupted all the memories of Meng Hao in an instant. He looked at the 100,000 people around him, looked at their unyielding will, and looked at their determination to protect themselves if they would rather die. Meng Hao's body trembled.
Xuanfang was also moved. He was silent, sighed, did not say anything, but shot... But it was more cruel, and the killing intent was stronger. He walked out seven or eight steps in a row, and approached Meng Hao within this formation. , And every time he fell, the formation was trembling, and the roar was overwhelming.
The 100,000 monks in the formation spurted blood again, and more people withered their bodies in an instant. They gave up their lives, even if they were sucked away by the formation, they also wanted to... protect Meng Hao!
Or in other words, they are not only guarding Meng Hao, but also their homeland!
Not all the collapse of homeland will cause the race to explode with revenge, more, it will be despair, it will be at a loss, only... this race, its spirit is immortal, only such a race will be at a critical moment. Will choose to sacrifice when the family is alive and dead! Only after the destruction of the homeland, will never forget revenge!
Sacrifice yourself to defend your homeland!
And war, plundering resources is never fundamental, or, wars aimed at plundering resources, no matter how many casualties, are gentle... The true cruelty is initiated with the purpose of destroying the spirit and will of a race war!
The spirit of a race is wiped out, and the will of this race is wiped out. This... is the genocide!
Annihilation, annihilation, not only life, but also its spirit, that is, soul!
At the beginning of the battle between the mountain and sea world and the thirty-three days, Meng Hao lit a fire, burning the first day of the continent, illuminating the eyes of all mountain and sea monks, and awakening... the spiritual soul of the monks in the mountain and sea world.
At that moment, this war has been different. For thirty-three days, it may be possible to annihilate the clans of the mountain and sea realms, but... it is impossible to destroy the souls of the mountain and sea realms.
But at this moment, following the footsteps of the Supreme Xuanfang, amidst the roar, one after another monks were willing to sacrifice, the blood was filled, and their figures were all withered, delaying time with death...!
"You... don't need to be like this..." Meng Hao's eyes were torn apart, and his body trembled. He looked at the 100,000 monks around, these 100,000 people, he hadn't seen each other before this battle, and they were all strangers to each other. These people have themselves. His relatives, sects, lovers, and even children, but now... without any hesitation, they choose to delay Xuanfang's footsteps with their lives.
Seeing those figures withering, watching the souls of the souls, like candles in the wind, seeming to be shattered at any time, Meng Hao let out a stern roar.
There was blood in his eyes, and there was a fire in his body. He raised his head abruptly and stared at Xuanfang. At this moment, Meng Hao...has saved everything!
With a wave of his right hand, he used the rest of his life to reveal all his 33 soul lamps.