As soon as Meng Hao's words came out, he lifted his left hand to pinch, and pointed it to his heart. The corner of his mouth immediately overflowed with a ray of cultivation blood. This blood is precious and there are not many monks, but now Meng Hao does not hesitate. Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, he pointed to the mask.
This is a simple way to manipulate this mask that he knew after the Spirit Devouring Sutra was imprinted in his mind.
This finger penetrated the mask, went deep into it, and appeared directly in the huge space inside the mask, and went straight to the Li family ancestor, who was in a corner at the moment with a gloomy face but revealed unwillingness.
"It's because you are not strong in your own mind, and you are bewitched by this mask. What do you do with the old man!" The ancestor of the Li family said sharply.
Meng Hao’s fingers paused in front of the ancestor of the Li family. His eyes were cold and he did not speak. Instead, he pressed it directly after a meal. The ancestor of the Li family let out a stern grunt. This press actually seemed to loosen up.
"If you are outside, the old man can kill you thousands of times with a single finger!" The ancestor of the Li family roared, unwilling, and when the body was about to dissipate, Meng Hao's fingers paused. The moment he was relieved, he slammed again and pressed him.
The screams, this time not a sorrow, but a sorrowful utterance. The ancestors of the Li family were not only blurred, but also exuding a lot of vitality. They looked extremely weak, but they still raised their heads and stared at Meng Hao. Fingers.
"Is Mengmou being bewitched by the mask or being secretly attracted by you? You and I know this well, two fingers are punished, but the aftermath is not cleared. Erase it." Meng Hao spoke lightly and slowly retracted his fingers. Although the ancestors of the Li family looked stiff, they were actually extremely nervous, and he was even more afraid of Meng Hao's cruelty.
It was indeed that he used a special method to secretly trigger the mask while Meng Hao Ming was enlightening the Spirit Devouring Sutra, and wanted Meng Hao to wear it, but seeing the success, Meng Hao regained consciousness.
"The identity of this remnant spirit is weird. It is definitely not a blood god. It should have its origin." Meng Hao glanced at the mask in his hand, and when he retracted his finger, he suddenly squeezed out a drop of blood and landed where the soul of the ancestor of the Li family was.
As soon as the blood fell, it immediately turned into a blood mist, and instantly surrounded the ancestors of the Li family. The screams came out immediately, and Meng Hao's expression was as usual. Only then did he withdraw his spiritual consciousness and let the ancestors of the Li family keep in the mask. Howling.
In the inheritance that Meng Hao obtained, there was a warning from the blood fairy. He clearly knew that this mask should not be easily worn, otherwise you would lose yourself. The blood fairy did not say much about the origin of this mask.
It is only said that this mask is ever-changing, and there are many wonderful things after wearing it, and even many magical powers inherited by the blood fairy can only be displayed after wearing the mask, such as the four major magic methods.
But if you don't have a pill formation, you must never wear it.
However, as for the three styles of fingerprints, seals, and killing world created by the blood fairy after the three defeats, there is no need for a mask, but like a brand, it is deeply engraved in Meng Hao's mind.
"The enchantment shown by this mask just now, even if I, as the inheritor, can't make this mask do this, but this remnant spirit can... and it is clear that the mastiff became the master of the spirit, why can this remnant spirit do it? Arrived?" Meng Hao remained silent, but the matter was buried deep in his heart, which was the reason why he didn't kill the ancestor of the Li family.
Putting this mask into Qiankun's bag, Meng Hao pondered for a moment. After looking around, he took out the bronze mirror and held it in his hand. He stared carefully.
For a moment, if it weren't for the sound from the bronze mirror, Meng Haoding was bewitched to put on the mask. Once he put it on, Meng Hao didn't know what would happen, but thought of the warning from the Blood Immortal, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"The sound just now was like a bird's cry..." Meng Hao looked at the bronze mirror for a while, and even the spiritual sense penetrated into it. He didn't notice the slightest. It was not until a long time before he put it away again. When he raised his right hand, his In the palm of his hand appeared the wishful seal obtained from the patron ancestor.
He did not notice the effect of this seal after many studies. At this moment, he held it in his hand, and when his body was running, he poured into it again. After a while, Meng Hao's eyes showed a strange light.
"It's actually because of this... I don't know what Senior Sister Xu is. I haven't seen you for many years, but you still remember me?" Meng Hao's mind came to the moon, and Xu Qingbing spoke earnestly about the appearance of a beauty pill, gradually showing a soft touch on her face.
"I haven't seen him for several years..." Meng Hao silently raised his head and looked at the distant world. After a long time, he flew up from the barren mountain and went straight to the distance.
Half a month later, within the Qingluo Zong’s area of influence, a very lively city for monks. In the restaurant, a young man dressed in a Tsing Yi long gown and dressed as a Wen Sheng sat inside, holding a wine glass in his hand. He took a sip, and sometimes when he looked up, he looked at the towering green pagoda in the center of the city outside the window.
The young man's complexion was slightly darker, but his appearance was somewhat refined, and his eyebrows were delicate, especially wearing a literary robe, which made him look like an ordinary scholar.
An elegant and elegant feeling existed in him, his bright eyes seemed to contain cleverness, and his slightly thin lips made him seem a little inaccessible.
He is exactly Meng Hao. A few days ago, Meng Hao came to this city, confirming the things about the Qingluo Sect that are spreading here today.
He wanted to take a look at Xu Qing, but he obviously couldn't go without risk. Just as Qingluo Zong convened to build a foundation for casual repairs, Meng Hao had a plan in his heart, but he still needs to be cautious about this matter, and he can only make a decision after he knows more about it. .
"Unexpectedly, there is a Tang Mansion here..." Meng Hao glanced across the green pagoda, muttering to himself in a low voice.
He thought that the Tanglou only existed in the ordinary city, but in the city where the monks existed, he saw this building.
Looking at the Tang Mansion silently, when Meng Hao put down the wine glass, there was an extra ancient jade with a few cracks in his hand. This jade was not a demon, but the one that Meng Hao got from the ancestor of the mountain back then. Ruyiyin.
Menghao studied this jade many times without knowing its specific role. After it became a perfect foundation, he took it out half a month ago and checked it again, and he saw the clues.
"This Ruyi Seal can be moved... It's like a portable teleportation array, but there are a lot of cracks, I'm afraid it won't be used a few times." Meng Hao played with the Ruyi Seal in his hand. As soon as his spiritual sense entered the jade, he immediately felt it. The feeling of transmission and suction exuding from the Ruyi Seal.
"There is no fixed transfer point, that is to say, once the Ruyi Seal is used, it will be sent away at will. In this way, it is not easy to try." Meng Hao glanced at the Ruyi Seal and put it away. He experienced the wind of Kunpeng, and had a lot of fear of this uncontrollable movement.
While thinking about it, the restaurant where Meng Hao was located gradually increased the number of monks. The restaurant here only sells a kind of green bamboo wine. This wine is not spicy in the mouth, but it emits hot when it enters the throat, and it is even more like a flame in the belly. It makes the whole body seem to burn, the feeling is indescribable, if you like it, you love it, if you don't like it, you don't want to drink the slightest.
"Everyone has been more cautious lately. There are many strange foundation-building monks here..."
"No, most of these people are casual cultivators, and there is a mixture of clouds and dragons. I saw a person a few days ago with a very strong spirit. It should be a fierce cultivator from Motu."
"All came for the rewards of the Qingluo Sect. It is said that this time the Qingluo Sect has really lost the blood, and actually took out Rodi Dan! This pill is one of the five holy pill for the foundation-building monks. It is said that the purple Master Yunzong's pill ghosts are also full of praise for this pill, once said that this pill cannot be practiced except for the Qingluo Sect."
"It's not that it is impossible to practice, it is impossible to practice. Every grain of this Rodidan is recorded by the seal. Whether it is an individual or a sect, whoever dares to imitate it will face the danger of being destroyed by the Qingluo sect."
Not far from Meng Hao, a few monks were talking in low voices, and they all showed their deep envy of Rodidan. When they were talking, a person walked outside the restaurant. This person was a young man, dressed in clothes. He was dressed in black and looked cold. After stepping into the restaurant, his eyes swept over the crowd, and he sat in a corner, took out an iron piece the size of a fingernail and stared, seeming to be thinking, looking up from time to time to observe the surroundings.
Meng Hao looked as usual and took a sip with the wine glass.
He has been sitting here for a whole day, and at the moment the sunset outside is going to dissipate. During this day, he heard a lot about the Qingluo Zong summoning the foundation to build a foundation.
Any monk, as long as he is building a foundation, regardless of origin, or origin, as long as he responds to the call of the Qingluo Zong this time, he will give a piece of Rhodidan.
"Speaking of which, what exactly will Qingluo Sect do? The Qingluo Sect, one of the five great sects in the Southern Territory, actually needs to summon a large number of foundation-building monks. This is a weird thing, and it can be seen that Roddidan can be taken out. Extremely dangerous!"
"Brother Sun’s news is a bit unclear. I heard that there is a rumor that the Qingluo Sect has discovered an ancient battlefield and has explored it several times, but was eventually blocked by an ancient formation. This formation needs enough foundation-building monks. It can only break open by replacing the front, so this time is indeed dangerous."
"There are rumors about this kind of news? Most ancient battlefields contain great evil. No wonder Qingluo Sect actually took out Rodidan this time!"
Although the voice of discussion is not high, it is not obvious in this restaurant, but Meng Hao now has three perfect platforms in his body. easy.
Perfect foundation building is a legendary realm that has not appeared in tens of thousands of years. If Meng Hao can enter the middle stage of foundation building, he will not be his opponent even if it is the Dao Zi of various sects.
Even so, there is also a crisis in perfect foundation building. This crisis is that if there is a pill formation at the end, then the calamity of the pill formation will come, and its power exceeds the disaster of foundation building. Here, Meng Hao is not sure at all. You can get through it, even if it wasn't for the blood fairy and Tai'e Temple to be mobilized this time, Meng Hao would have died under the thunder disaster.
"Regarding the calamity of pill formation, this matter is still far away. Although I have to think about it now, I can't be afraid of it too much." Meng Hao drank the wine in a glass and turned it into a tortoise shell that he obtained from Shangguanxiu and spread the heat throughout his body. , Records the perfect foundation building and perfect golden core method.
"When I don’t know how to form a perfect gold core, what would happen if I didn’t refine a perfect gold core?" Meng Hao hesitated and stopped thinking about it, but he made up his mind to find the need to refine a perfect gold core. Materials, in case of emergency.
Until dusk fell, there were not many monks in the restaurant. When Meng Hao was about to get up and leave, he suddenly changed his expression and turned to look at the restaurant at the moment. In a corner opposite to the young man in black, he is not now Frowning again, but staring at Meng Hao coldly with both eyes, a suffocating aura slowly dissipated from him, as if turned into a sea of corpses and blood, often accompanied by this person.
"You have something I need." The cold voice, from the mouth of the black-clothed young man, said slowly when he met Meng Hao's eyes.