Killing does not bleed, because even if there is blood, it will be washed away in the rain. If the body and mind is washed, Meng Hao doesn’t care about the rain at all at this moment, and he didn’t waste his cultivation to cover it. Rain water.
He slowly let go of his hand, and when he turned around, the rain ran across his face, along his chin, along his hair, and along his clothes. The dark night sky and lightning flashed across, making Meng Hao's image at this moment actually extra touched. Fascinating.
This scene shocked the hearts of the dozens of Qingluo sect disciples around him. When they looked at Meng Hao, they no longer showed the slightest contempt, but appeared solemn.
Even Zhou Jie, the Daoist of Qingluo Zong, who was a fake pill cultivation base, raised his head and glanced at Meng Hao. His eyes shrank, but he didn't make a move. Instead, he raised his right hand and pressed the incense burner, causing the tobacco in the furnace to rise into the air. , Accelerate the cohesion.
"Kill this person at all costs." He said faintly, with a chill in his voice in this rainy night.
The dozen or so cultivators of the Qingluo sect around Meng Hao rushed out directly after hearing the words, spells, treasures, and various methods were displayed instantly, and the roar was shaking the earth. This rainy night was killing Meng Hao’s face. The strongest interception right, any one of these more than ten people is in the late stage of foundation building.
It can even be said that the existence of these more than a dozen people is definitely not something a small sect can possess. Even a medium-sized sect will never be sent out at once. For the sect, these disciples in the late foundation stage, Once there is good fortune, once there is a pill formation, even if there is only one person to form a pill, it is also very important to the sect.
Only a super sect such as Qingluo Zong has such a deep foundation and can dispatch so many late foundation construction stages at once.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed. If he didn't open the fifth platform, this battle would be extremely difficult for him, even life and death crisis. But now, Meng Hao, who has five platforms, already has it. With the invincible combat power within Zhuji, it can even be said that Meng Hao at this moment is the first person in the Southern Realm of Comprehension!
He sneered. At the moment when more than ten Qingluo sect monks arrived, his right hand lifted the void and grabbed it. The moment it spreads forward, the fire dragon in the shape of a dragon blasted out, but it did not fully reveal it. When it reappears, the high temperature instantly vaporizes the surrounding rainwater and turns it into fog.
As the fog rolled away, Meng Hao slapped his storage bag, and immediately two wooden swords flew out, rushing out directly following Meng Hao's body when turning around him.
The fog rolled, covering the eyes of the outside world. The high temperature around it caused the rain to continuously turn into fog and merge into it when it fell. Thunder roared, lightning flashed occasionally, and a scream of screams came out of the fog.
Meng Hao's figure slaughtered in this mist. In front of him, two wooden swords crossed and swept directly, disconnecting a cultivator of the Qingluo Sect. Until his death, the cultivator's expression remained astonished.
Killing intent continued to spread from the mist. Meng Hao's figure was like a ghost. Wherever he passed, his right hand cracked and broke a person. He directly swung his body and blocked a spear in front of him. The moment the body fell apart, Meng Hao stepped away.
With a flick of his right hand, the wind blade immediately turned into disarray and instantly scattered in the air. When Meng Hao walked away, a shattered corpse fell scattered from the mist to the ground.
In this scene, Zhou Jie's brows became more and more frowning, but his right hand was already pressing the incense burner, and the tobacco formation had now condensed nearly 60%.
At this moment, a screaming scream came from the mist. A disciple of Qingluo Zong was frightened, half of his body escaped from the mist, and when he was about to rush out, Meng Hao's right hand suddenly stretched out from the mist. After coming out, he held down the monk's head and pressed it fiercely. Amid the miserable voice of the monk, Meng Hao's face appeared from the mist, and he glanced at Zhou Jie.
Zhou Jie was also looking at Meng Hao. The two of them looked at each other for only one breath. A smile appeared on the corner of Meng Hao’s mouth. His figure disappeared into the mist, and he let go of his hand, causing the monk of the Azure Luo Zong to open his eyes, but Without breathing, the corpse fell.
This look made Zhou Jie's mind startled. His expression was a little ugly. At this moment, the screams in the fog had gradually disappeared, and the roaring sounds had also diminished. At this moment, another figure rushed out quickly.
"Brother Zhou, save me!" It was a disciple of the Qingluo Sect. At this moment, he lost his right arm, and his face was full of horror. Roaring out from the mist, this handprint was almost in substance, and the speed was so fast that Sethana caught up with the monk who was asking for help.
At the moment of the touch, the roar was shaking, and the monk trembled all over, opening his mouth as if to say something, but before he could say it, his whole body collapsed.
Up to this moment, the mist where Meng Hao was located slowly dissipated. Meng Hao's figure gradually walked out of it, a long robe, long hair, and a slender body that seemed to give people a sense of weakness as a scholar. But the indifference in his eyes made Zhou Jie's heart shake again after seeing it.
More than a dozen monks in the late foundation stage, at this moment... none of them walked out of the mist like Meng Hao.
"Your method is too cruel." Zhou Jie slowly put down his right hand. He already understood that he didn't have time to let this incense burner last.
Because of the Azure Luo Sect, he had completely miscalculated the cultivation level of Meng Hao in front of him.
Even before he came here, the ancestor of Ziluo had informed that in the words passed back through the elders of the sect of the Song family, Meng Hao's extraordinary mid-stage foundation construction was pointed out, with a combat power comparable to the latter stage of foundation construction. .
But at this moment, Zhou Jie understood that this Meng Hao in front of him was not comparable to the combat power of the late foundation building, but had the terrifying strength to crush the latter stage of the foundation building.
The other party’s spiritual power seems to be different from the others. It seems to be spiritual power, but Zhou Jie has this strange feeling, as if Meng Hao’s spiritual power has more of his own imprint. In previous observations, I felt strongly many times.
He even discovered that after the spells played by Meng Hao collapsed, according to the truth, the spiritual power that formed the magic would dissipate in the heavens and earth. After the collapse, it was not a fusion of the world, but a repulsion, such as the inability to coexist.
It is precisely because of this that the outbreak of rejection is the reason why Meng Hao is so powerful. Zhou Jie has his own judgment, but there is no answer. He can only be frightened.
This kind of explosion made Meng Hao even if he only had the middle stage of foundation building, but he killed the destruction in the later stage of foundation building. This... is the reason!
Spiritual power is different. Meng Hao’s spiritual power is entirely his own, while the spiritual power of others belongs to the heavens and the earth. The monk speaks like borrowing, but with different realms of cultivation, the borrowing time varies, but There will be death after all, and once dead, everything will return to heaven and earth again.
Like a cycle, like the nine roads in front of the gray-robed old man on the big wooden tree, this is the law of heaven and earth!
"It's not that Meng is cruel, but you wait to appear here. It has already explained the problem. If Meng's heart is soft and cruel, it will be yourself." Meng Hao spoke lightly, raised his right hand with a wave, and the fog slowly dissipated behind him. The rain came again and fell on the two of them, as if the area they were in was fragmented, but the eyes of the two of them looking at each other became more and more fierce.
"Qing Luo Zong Dao Zi Zhou Jie!" Zhou Jie was silent, and when he spoke slowly, his right hand suddenly lifted, and a three-foot-long green incense stick appeared in his hand at this moment.
The tobacco is ethereal, the incense is like a sword, and its silk is like a awn. Obviously, this incense stick is absolutely extraordinary.
"Zhao Guo, Meng Hao." Meng Hao spoke lightly, raising his right hand in the pinch, and immediately surrounded by two wooden swords, spit out the sword light in front of him, and the sound of humming was even more heard, as if he was eager to drink blood.
This battle, for Meng Hao, was not the first time he met Daozi. From the first time he met Li Daoyi in a reluctant battle, he was cut off when he used a strategy to force him to fight, to when he met Li Shiqi, the two were evenly matched. , Up to this moment, he met this Zhou Jie in front of him.
"When I met Li Daoyi with three pedestals, four pedestals fought Li Shiqi, and now there are five pedestals, and when you fight this person, you will witness my perfect foundation for the five pedestals and the invincible state!" Meng Haomu The fighting spirit gradually became more and more intense. The two wooden swords beside him seemed to feel Meng Hao's fighting spirit.
"You are very much like the unsuccessful woman Zhou met during his travels a few years ago. Unfortunately, she is not named Meng." Zhou Jie shook his head. He said this because he already regarded Meng Hao as a respectable opponent. In fact, among the foundation-building cultivators in the entire Southern Territory, he had respected less than ten people before today, almost all of them were Daozi!
But now, he has already recognized the existence of Meng Hao, who is in the Southern Territory, who is shoulder to shoulder with Daozi.
Almost immediately after this sentence was finished, Zhou Jie’s whole body aura exploded, the foundation of the Great Perfection, the cultivation of the false pill realm, spread out in an instant, making his hair windless, and the surrounding rain spread even more. , As if afraid to approach, his eyes gradually showed fierceness, and he suddenly took a step towards Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed sharply, and he raised his right foot likewise, stepped forward, and his spiritual consciousness burst out in an instant.
The sky of rainy night, the battle to build the base!