Meng Hao stood up from the hill and calmly looked at the purple-robed youth who was now galloping in the distance. When this man came, there was a wind blowing against his face, and there were seven or eight tentacles-like canes, as if Turned into a python, exposing the mouth of sharp teeth, it was approaching quickly.
"Middle stage of foundation building." Meng Hao said lightly, his expression unchanged. Although he was only in the early stage of foundation building, Meng Hao was perfect in foundation building and possessed a perfect platform. Even though he did not have the method of foundation building, he was condensing Qi. The Supreme Spiritual Sutra that has been cultivated has opened up a majestic sea of pill, and has even stepped into the foundation building with the 13th-layer Dzogchen of Qi Condensation.
All of this is Meng Hao’s background, directly erupting from the thick and thin inheritance of the blood fairy, making him already have the combat power to surpass his own cultivation base, and Li Daoyi, the peak of the Li family in the late stage of foundation construction. Although he could not be defeated in World War I, Meng Hao was not difficult to kill if he cut off his arm and changed his status as a Daozi.
Not to mention a Tianjiao in the mid-term foundation construction.
Even Meng Hao, as long as he enters the middle stage of foundation construction, he is a person who has completely stepped into the sect of each family, and can compete with Daozi in the realm of foundation construction.
Seeing that the purple-robed youth of Blue Luozong was approaching with murderous intent in a sneer, Meng Hao stood on the hill, the night was behind, the moonlight was beside him, his expression was still calm, but his right hand was raised, and his fingertips cut his fingers. When stepping forward at will, at the moment when the purple-robed youth came, one finger seemed to be very casual, and he pressed it away.
The finger fell, and the surrounding wind and clouds did not move, but the purple-robed youth's complexion suddenly changed at this instant. His eyes shrank in an instant, revealing a sense of horror and unbelievable. In this instant, his eyes became directly The red color is not an illusion, but a phantom caused by intuition.
In the red world, there is only one finger, with a bright red glow, coming towards him in an instant.
The cane entwined around the purple-robed youth's arm was originally grimly opened and seemed to be swallowed, but now, at this moment, it made a stern sound, and it trembled instantly from the head. When it was less than ten feet in front of Meng Hao, he collapsed and became bloody water!
This bloody water rolled back and turned into a blood curtain, directly surrounding the purple-robed youth. All this is a long story, but in fact it is just a flash of light.
A scream came out strongly from the purple-robed youth, his body forcibly reversed in this instant, no longer moving forward, but quickly backing away, but at this moment, Meng Hao moved.
He lifted his footsteps, leaped up under one step, and instantly caught up with the purple-robed youth. In the near instant, Meng Hao's raised right index finger was already pressed against the blood curtain.
"Broken." He whispered lightly, roaring loudly.
The blood curtain suddenly collapsed, and even all the canes on the purple-robed youth were shattered at this instant, only the purple-golden fruit showed the fluctuations of life on it at this moment, begging for mercy.
"You..." The purple-robed youth was pale, spouting blood, and his eyes showed horror and intense fear. This fear appeared in him for the first time. He was the Tianjiao of Qingluo Zong, and even a purple-robed disciple, standing in the sect. Noble, he has never failed to fight against people on weekdays, and has always been arrogantly sought after, but now, when he looks at Meng Hao, who is expressionless, he feels something that has never appeared on him since he has a memory. Life and death crisis.
At this critical moment, the purple-robed youth suddenly raised his right hand, turned into a palm when pinching the tactics, and took seven or eight shots forward. With each palm falling, there was a wave of fluctuations, and a blue color was condensed in front of him. The outline of his big mudra is going to try to stop Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's expression was calm. At the moment when the young man's palm fell continuously, he opened his mouth and spit out, and suddenly the thunder mist appeared directly, hitting the big blue handprint, and the roar echoed.
The purple-robed youth's complexion changed again, showing despair, and he was about to continue pinching the tactics. At the approaching moment, Meng Hao lifted his knees and directly hit the purple-robed youth's belly, causing the youth to blast into his mind. Unbearable pain, raised the right hand that was about to pinch, and under the severe pain, it immediately dissipated, and the body was arched.
It also made the blood of his whole body, as the severe pain spread all over his body, directly condensed to his face, making this handsome purple-robed youth now his complexion was so dark, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something with a look. His fear and body trembling, as well as the fear of death, it is conceivable that what he is about to say is definitely not a big word.
But before he could say these words, Meng Hao raised his expressionless right hand, with his nails on the middle of the purple robe youth's eyebrows, and when he swiped lightly, his right hand pinched a weird seal and pressed it violently. .
Under this press, with a bang, the purple-robed youth's body was like a kite with a broken thread, and suddenly moved backwards, but at this moment, the blood in his whole body gathered together on his face, and even from the wound on the eyebrows. Inside, a large number of screams emerged, and there was no way to scream. He watched the blood in his body, like a fountain, venting from the eyebrows, until his body became pale, and fell on the ground with a bang. After a few twitches, he breathed. Absolutely died.
His blood was in the air, as if burning, turning into a large amount of mist, until after a few breaths, it condensed into a drop of fascinating blood the size of a fingernail, and it went straight to Meng Hao and was picked up by Meng Hao.
"It takes three generations of blood to become an incarnation, six generations of blood, to become a real body, and nine generations of blood to be called the blood spirit, also known as a kill." Meng Hao said lightly, he had spoken to this purple-robed youth before. It is the Spirit Devouring Sutra that is displayed.
"Wearing a purple robe, this person must be the Tianjiao of Qingluo Sect. To become a Tianjiao, blood has its own strength." Meng Hao took the bewitching blood, took a look, put it away, bowed his head and walked to Zi. Next to the corpse of the young man in the robe, he removed the storage bag from his body, and after taking a look, he picked up the purple-gold fruit of the rattan that had been begging for mercy.
This purple gold fruit trembled in Meng Hao's palm, as if it had life in it, and was constantly begging for mercy.
"You don't leave useless things around Meng, let me see what role you do." Meng Hao flicked his right hand, and the fruit of funds landed immediately. The fruit immediately squirmed and spread out in an instant. The few rattans, under the rapid growth, that is, dozens of breaths, suddenly became tens of meters in size, and there were more than ten tentacle rattans. At that moment, surrounding Meng Hao made Meng Hao at this moment look extremely amused.
"Not enough." Meng Hao shook his head.
As soon as he spoke, the rattan tentacles all around trembled, but quickly, the rattan tentacles slammed down and went straight to the corpse of the purple-robed young man. They were divided and eaten like a carve. !
Meng Hao frowned, but it was just a few breaths. After the vines swallowed the purple-robed youth, they trembled violently. Gradually, a rune shone from the leaves of the vine. See this scene. Meng Hao was startled.
In a short time, these rattans sounded with nearly a hundred leaves, and runes appeared, and they broke away from the rattans and went straight to Meng Hao. They overlapped in front of Meng Hao, forming a leaf book!
After being picked up by Meng Hao, his eyes showed a strange glow when he looked at it. Each of the runes on this has some kind of power that needs to be checked by spiritual consciousness. After being carefully read by Meng Hao, this is a scroll of work. Law!
Its name is Qingyun nineteen beats, this technique is exactly the technique used by the youth in purple robes when he fought against Meng Hao.
It's just not complete, it's just a fragmented scroll, only five beats are left, the rest are incomplete, and a lot of formulas are missing. This is not the incomplete learning of the purple robe youth. When Meng Hao saw it, his eyes were narrowed and his palms waved. After feeling for a moment, it was not difficult to derive this technique with the perfect foundation of the Taoist platform. After a moment of indulging, he realized that it was a fragmented scroll because the purple vine in front of him had insufficient power.
But even so, Meng Hao was very excited. He glanced at the cane, and if the secret path allowed it to grow, it would be different. Before long, he would put away the leaf roll, nod slightly, lift his right hand and wave it, a drop of blood flew out and fell. Entering the cane, it is branded in the depths of the purple gold fruit. This is a blood mark, one of a series of miscellaneous spells that Meng Hao obtained after obtaining the blood fairy inheritance.
All the vines shook, the color gradually changed, and soon became dark red, making the dozen or so tentacles look full of weird and strange feelings, surrounding Meng Hao, swaying constantly, and even gradually changing from it. A faint demon gas appeared on his body, and this demon gas would be almost insignificant if he did not look carefully.
Meng Hao glanced at the cane, thoughtfully, then raised his head and looked around, then looked at the ruins, and while pondering, took out the purple-robed youth's storage bag, looked through it, and took out seven or eight from the inside. After reading the pieces of jade slips one by one, he suddenly looked at one of them.
This jade is simple and white and flawless. When Meng Hao’s spiritual sense was integrated, he immediately saw a map in his mind. This map was a long curved strip. Within it, Meng Hao saw a large number of white spots, all of which were there. move…
In addition to the white dots, there are nearly two hundred gray dots, and most of them are in a moving state.
"These are..." Meng Hao thoughtfully. When he was observing and finding his location, he suddenly looked into the map. At a place not too far away from him, three white dots were moving fast, one in front and two In the back, it's not like flying back and forth, it's more like chasing after!
Meng Hao frowned, and suddenly his heart moved, pouring all his spiritual consciousness into these three light spots. In the white spot at the front, his mind bounced and appeared at the moment when his spiritual consciousness was completely condensed away. A picture.
In that scene, he saw Xu Qing, who was pale, biting his lower lip, galloping forward...
Meng Hao's eyes showed brilliant light in an instant, and he looked at the two white spots behind Xu Qing suddenly, and suddenly the enchanting woman appeared in the picture in his mind, as well as the young man surnamed Zhao with a playful expression on her arms.
The moment he saw this scene clearly, a sense of icy cold came out of Meng Hao's body, and his eyes showed sharp light. The cane around him seemed to feel the murderous intent on Meng Hao's body, and then it spread out. Suffocating.
Meng Hao raised his head, took a step without hesitation, turned into a long rainbow, and went straight to the place where Xu Qing was. Under him, he turned into a dark red cane at this moment. It shuttled under the ground without any speed. Slow, whizzing away.