Seven days have passed. In these seven days, a storm has set off across the western part of the Southern Territory. This storm has caused a sensation in all directions, causing every southern monk in this western region to feel shocked.
All this is due to one name.
The Faceless Man in Qingpao!
According to rumors, this is a monk wearing a blue robe, but his face is blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.
According to rumors, this person was only a cultivation base in the later stage of foundation building, but his combat power is so strong that it is rare in the world in the same realm.
According to the rumors, he shot with others and only said a word.
"war!"
The rumors about him started from the first battle seven days ago. In that battle, his opponent was a great arrogant of Jin Hanzong's late foundation building. The two met in mid-air. There was no cause and effect. There was only one battle word that shocked the sky, and immediately roared. Reverberating...
In an instant, Jin Hanzong Tianjiao was defeated, and time was fast, and it was only a moment to destroy it.
This battle was seen by many people around, and at the same time it was shocked, before the matter was spread, the second battle of the Faceless Man in Qingpao appeared.
The opponent is the Tianjiao of the Blood Demon Sect, and the same is instant, that day the arrogance is defeated!
His life was not taken away, but such a big defeat, like a flood that destroys confidence, is enough to make people feel desperate.
In the following days, all the Tianjiao disciples of the Li Family, Qingluo Zong, Song Family, Yijianzong, Wang Family... and so on, all met the Qingpao Man on different occasions. After the First World War , No one can have the second chance to shoot in front of that Qingpao, and instantly defeat.
There was a sensation in the entire western part of the Southern Territory, and countless people were speculating about who this Qingpao Faceless Man was, and there were various speculations.
On the eighth day, three thousand miles away from Daojing in the west, where the disciples of Jianzong gathered, in mid-air, a figure in a green robe floated lightly. In front of him was a middle-aged man. Jingmang, staring at the Qingpao man in front of him.
"who are you!"
This man in Qingpao is naturally Meng Hao.
For several days, he kept fighting with people, in order to understand the ninth station in the battle, and also learned about the Dao well, and even heard that someone formed a pill outside the well.
But he did not go to Daojing immediately, but continued to challenge the heroes of the Southern Territory, but none of the opponents he encountered in the past few days was the power of a battle, so he set the target on the Daozi of each sect.
The middle-aged man standing in front of him at this moment is the first son of the Seven Swordsman of the Sword Sect.
"War, no war!" Meng Hao said lightly.
Han Shandao's eyes flashed, and he smiled up to the sky. He raised his right hand and immediately a big sword whizzed out. The sword glowed to the sky and went straight to Meng Hao. A smile appeared on the corner of Meng Hao's mouth, and he took a step forward.
The roaring sound is overwhelming, and it is also an instant...
Han Shandao spurted blood, his body kept retreating, his expression revealed amazement, his big sword was shattered every inch, hidden in the big sword, the sword pill, which can emit the power of pill formation, actually appeared in trembling at this moment. The crack was broken, and his body rolled back.
One moment, one move, defeat!
A sword mark with white bones can be seen from Han Shandao's right shoulder to the left armpit. With blood gurgling, his face is pale, and his body is held in shock and amazement by the disciple of the sword sect behind him.
"Your comprehension of the ancient killing war technique contained in that well, Han Mou is willing to go down the wind." Han Shandao took a deep breath, barely stood firm, looked at Meng Hao, and spoke word by word.
Meng Hao didn't say a word, turned around and left. In the past eight days, he fought many people, some of them mentioned the Dao Well and the Ancient Killing Technique.
At this moment, the blur on Meng Hao's face gradually changed. After a while, he turned into a square wood look, still in a green robe. After half an hour, Meng Hao saw the earth in front of him, and there was a huge lake. .
It is said to be a lake, but in fact it is just a well!
Around this well, there are now many monks, there are tens of thousands of monks, all sitting there cross-legged, as if in meditation.
The arrival of Meng Hao did not attract anyone's attention.
Taking a look at the people around him, Meng Hao chose a place with a small number of people, sat down cross-legged, and looked at the empty well, silent.
Time passed slowly, and the next day, Meng Hao immediately noticed that the crowd around this well had suddenly increased. It was no longer tens of thousands, but cultivators continued to come from all directions. By noon, this place already existed. Tens of thousands of people.
Until the moment of twilight, the place was densely packed, and the number of people seemed to be close to 100,000!
But at this moment, suddenly, light appeared in the empty well before that, and these lights intertwined and turned into a light curtain in the mid-air. A vague figure can be seen faintly sitting cross-legged in it. , The hands unconsciously pinch and change, as if they are meditating.
"Appeared!"
"What kind of sentiment is contained in this well? His grandmother's, Lao Tzu has been here for almost a year, and his cultivation has not made any progress."
There was a whispered discussion all around, Meng Hao raised his head and stared at the light curtain, watching the vague figure in it gradually become clearer, until his handprints were also clear, he suddenly felt that he was on the illusory figure, as if There is an evil spirit!
This evil spirit is very weak, but Meng Hao believes that he is by no means the first person to discover.
While pondering, Meng Hao calmed down and kept himself in a calm state. He silently looked at the figure in the light curtain, and gradually seemed to forget everything around him. This process lasted all night. When the next morning arrived, Meng Hao Hao frowned, he didn't get the slightest gain.
"Hey, fellow Taoist, here and here." While Meng Hao was meditating, an expectant voice came from his side. This is a middle-aged man with a thin body, but his eyes are very bright. A shrewd energy.
Meng Hao had noticed this person a long time ago. This middle-aged man spent the night and wandered around this well. He sold the books in his storage bag whenever he met. Many people bought it, but more, It is showing the boredom of him.
This person is also acquainted, but if he feels bored, he immediately smiles and quits.
At this moment, I came to Meng Hao, with anticipation in his expression and flattery in his smile, bending over, seeing Meng Hao look at him, and hurriedly spoke.
"Friends, are you still worrying about not being able to comprehend Daojing?"
"Daoist, are you still confused about encountering Baoshan but having nowhere to start?" The middle-aged man's words were very contagious. Two consecutive sentences made Meng Hao startled and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him a few more times. .
"Don't worry!" The middle-aged man said decisively, his eyes getting brighter.
"Ancient Daojing Taishang immeasurable sentiment chapter, is about to appear strongly in front of fellow Taoists!" The middle-aged man raised his right hand and patted his storage bag, and immediately a yellowed pamphlet appeared in his hand.
"This book of immeasurable sentiments of the ancient Daojing Taishang is a collection of the insights of tens of thousands of Taoist friends, and even at any cost, I specially visited Fairy Xu Qing of Qingluo Sect and Fairy Li Shiqi of Blood Demon Sect. , And Li Daoyi, the Taoist son of the Li family, gathered their insights.
Then there were more than one hundred Tianjiao from various ancestors, and then they vomited blood and created this so-so infinite induction chapter! "The middle-aged man speaks very fast, his eyes are bright, he is talking and making gestures, and Meng Hao is taken aback for a while.
"Then the Taoist fellow must be thinking that this indescribable value is too infinite and infinite, right?" The middle-aged man raised his right hand, slapped the ground, and slapped, as if he was going to shoot decisively.
"Don’t worry, fellow Taoists, this book is too superb. It’s going to be released today. It’s not a hundred thousand spiritual stones, not ten thousand spiritual stones, nor a thousand spiritual stones. As long as ninety-nine spiritual stones, this book has a collection of hundreds. Tianjiao, several Daozi, who have worked so hard to condense the boundless enlightenment scroll, it is yours!"
Meng Hao coughed and was about to speak.
"Friends, don't miss the opportunity, you don't want to lose it again, let me tell you quietly, have you recently heard of the Faceless Man in Qingpao?" The middle-aged man said quickly, looked around before speaking, and said in a low voice.
"That's a newly emerging ruthless horn who fought many arrogances and won or lost in an instant. Don't you know. A few days ago, this person fought against Han Shan Dao, a sword sect, and Han Shan Dao was defeated!
Let me tell you fellow daoists, this faceless man in Qingpao, half a month ago, once bought a copy of my book of Immeasurable Enlightenment! "
Meng Hao frowned and glanced at the middle-aged man again.
"It's fine, what about ten spirit stones? I will give you one copy of ten spirit stones. I have not opened it today. Fellow Daoists will be making friends. Under Xu Liushan, a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect." The middle-aged man said quickly. .
"I only have three spirit stones." Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, indeed there are only three spirit stones left in his pocket now.
"Deal!" The middle-aged man didn't hesitate, and immediately put the so-so immeasurable insight into Meng Hao's hands, as if he was afraid that Meng Hao would go back.
Meng Hao smiled bitterly, looked at the pamphlet in his hand. At this moment, there was wind blowing and opened the pamphlet. Suddenly, Meng Hao's eyes contracted suddenly, took out three spirit stones and handed them to Xu Liushan.
Xu Liushan hurriedly got up and left, sighing inwardly. The secret road business was getting worse and worse. This pamphlet was actually painted by himself. He spent a long time beside this ancient road well. Every time he saw the light curtain, I will draw the next one, and if it takes a long time, I will sell it for money.
Meng Hao didn’t pay attention to Xu Liushan anymore, but stared at the pamphlet in his hand, turning page after page, looking at the pictures on it that seemed exactly the same, but gradually, his eyes showed a strange light and he raised his head sharply. Looking at the figure in the light curtain of Daojing again.
"The figures in this picture album seem to be the same, but in fact there are some subtle differences..." Meng Hao stared at the light curtain of Daojing until midday, when the light curtain gradually dissipated. The moment it disappeared completely, Meng Hao's body There was a sudden shock, he saw a different place, he saw the figure in this light curtain, and there seemed to be... a breath of breath in his body!
This breath is wandering all the time, so it makes the pictures on the pamphlet look the same, but in fact there are some subtle differences that even Xu Liushan who drew the pamphlet did not notice.