After a while, when the light curtain outside the Daojing completely dissipated, the surrounding monks gradually left. Meng Hao always sat cross-legged, looking at nothingness, lost in thought.
The next time the Daojing light curtain appeared, two days later, Meng Hao closed his eyes at dusk, shook his body in the middle of the night, and left here.
Daozi of the Wang family, Tianjiao, all those who have the blood of the Wang family in their bodies gather in one place in this west. This place is a mountain, not far from Daojing.
This night is destined to be unstable.
When the bright moon was hanging high, Meng Hao's figure appeared outside the mountain. He glanced at the Wang Qi on the top of the mountain swaying in the wind, and he whizzed forward and went straight to the top of the mountain.
"Who dare to break into the royal family's land!"
"The flag of my king's family is planted here, your Excellency will stop immediately!" When a whisper came out, seven or eight figures flew out quickly and came straight to Meng Hao. Before the person came, there was a sword spirit whistling. Turning into seven or eight roads, Changhong approached Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's expression was calm, his right hand raised his big sleeve and shook it. Suddenly the power of his eight perfect pedestals burst out, seeming to swing his sleeves, but in fact, the crushing cultivation base spread, forming a gust of wind sweeping.
The roar suddenly reverberated, and the seven or eight sword beams immediately collapsed. The seven or eight cultivators' complexions changed drastically, each spurting blood, and their bodies retreated.
Unable to stop Meng Hao half a step, let Meng Hao whizzed past them and went straight to the top of the mountain, but at this moment, from this mountain peak, there were dozens of Changhong whizzing from here, and dozens of them. After Changhong, nearly a hundred figures flew out one by one.
"Dare to break into the land of the king, no matter which sect you come from, stay here today!"
"What are you talking about with this person, kill without mercy!"
Seeing these silhouettes come quickly, the magic light is surging to the sky, even if it is a long distance, you can see the earth-shaking light in this place in the middle of the night.
Meng Hao looked calm, raised his right hand, slashed his fingertips and urged his blood fingers with the power of his eight Taoist platforms. When he pointed out, the world was bloody, and the world roared, if a blood dragon appeared out of thin air, it roared forward. , Wherever he went, all the monks who rushed from the Wang family's complexion changed drastically, blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies retreated uncontrollably.
A road leading to the top of the mountain was revealed. On this road, the blood dragon cleared the way, and Meng Hao stepped away later, that is, after more than ten breaths of time, when a roar echoed, Meng Hao stood on the top of the mountain.
Behind him, most of the Tianjiao of the Wang family here, with blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths, watched in amazement as they passed by, no one could stop the slightest collapse.
"The Faceless Man in Qingpao!" bursts of inhalation came from the royal family population who came over. At this moment, there were hundreds of royal family members around the top of the mountain, all staring at Meng Hao.
In front of Meng Hao, a black-robed monk looked gloomy. This monk looked more than 30 years old, with a deep light in his eyes, staring at Meng Hao. He was Wang Lihai, the Taoist son of the Wang family.
The half-step formation of the pill formation made him stand there, as if this mountain had another peak out of thin air.
"Here, I want to fight Wang's Daozi!" Meng Hao said lightly, his voice echoing generously, stubbornly cutting iron.
"If you want to fight, then fight!" Wang Lihai's eyes flashed, and he took a step forward. When his right hand was raised, a phantom immediately appeared behind him, as if there were galaxy yellow springs inside, turning into three fingers. , One finger and one finger, went straight to Meng Hao.
The first finger is like the transformation of life and death is approaching, the second finger is like a yellow spring showing the world, murderous intent, and the third finger is dying and doing nothing, as if the earth is boundless.
San pointed out that it was the spell that belonged exclusively to the Wang family, Suzaku Sanzhi.
Wang Lihai knew the unfathomable depth of the green-robed man in front of him, so he didn't despise it in the slightest when he shot it, but directly unfolded his strongest technique today.
Meng Hao's eyes showed cold light, and then he took a step forward. He also raised his right hand and pressed it with one of his blood fingers, one of the three blood immortal arts.
The sound of the roar was shaking the earth, and it set off an impact that spread to all directions. For a while, it seemed as if a gale swept across, and Meng Hao's figure turned into a long rainbow and went straight out of the sky.
On the mountain peak, all eyes were concentrated on Wang Lihai who was standing there at the moment. Wang Lihai looked as usual. He slowly raised his head and looked at the figure of Meng Hao in the distance. After a long while, he spouted a large mouthful of blood, and staggered back a few steps. , His right index finger trembled, and he could no longer bend.
"I lost."
He murmured, and the voice came out, immediately making everyone in the Wang family roar.
That night, not only Wang Lihai, but also Song Yunshu, the Taoist son of the Song family, and the Taoist son of Jin Hanzong were defeated!
On the Song family Tianzhou, when Meng Hao left in the middle of the night, Song Yunshu supported the wall, blood dripping down, his face was pale, and he stared at the distant figure for a long time, his face was unwilling.
Outside the valley of Jin Hanzong, the stunned roar before dawn only lasted for a moment, but after it was over, Jin Hanzong's Taoist retreats immediately. Only a few people saw this battle by accident and were shocked by it.
The reputation of the faceless man in Qingpao, in the early morning of the second day, the wind swept across the western part of the southern region, almost no one knew it, no one knew it, losing streak to the sects of Tianjiao, the Daozi of the Jianzong, Han Shanzong, and the Daozi of the Wang family, Lihai. , Song Yunshu, the Taoist son of the Song family lost, and the Taoist Jinhanzong lost!
In these short days, the faceless man in Qingpao completely rose to the west of the Southern Region.
Someone has already compared it with Zhou Jie, Li Shiqi and Li Daoyi who have successfully broken through.
Many people think that this mysterious Qingpao will continue to challenge the Daozi until it challenges Li Shiqi and others. What is strange is that after one night and three battles, this person quietly disappeared for several days.
The man in Qingpao, who is now well-known outside, is sitting cross-legged outside the Daojing, looking at the figure that appears again in the light curtain, thoughtfully.
Meng Hao felt the qi in the figure inside the light curtain, so there were three battles overnight. Unfortunately, the combat power of these people could not make Meng Hao reap the rewards. He faintly felt that if he understood the qi in the figure inside the light curtain, Then his ninth platform will be opened.
Meng Hao didn't know what this qi was, but at the moment when the light curtain finally disappeared, he felt the qi inside his body, as if... there was also this qi.
According to the conclusion of observing the silhouette of the light curtain, Meng Hao moved this breath in his body until the dusk again when he got up and left.
For two days in a row, Meng Hao did not find a suitable opponent, whether it was Li Daoyi, Zhou Jie, or Li Shiqi, as if disappearing from the western part of the southern region, Meng Hao couldn't find it.
He could only go back to this well and watch the light curtain that appeared again. After a long time, he closed his eyes. What appeared in his mind was the Tianjiao Daozi he had lost in his hands in this west.
Gradually, these failed Daozi Tianjiao in Meng Hao's mind, while their figures were clear, Meng Hao faintly felt that there was a breath of them in them, some were thick, some were light, but all existed.
Until the next morning, Meng Hao opened his eyes. He looked at the tens of thousands of people beside Daojing. When he looked at them one by one, Meng Hao slowly saw that these tens of thousands of people had that mysterious in their bodies. Of gas.
It seems that anyone who looks at the light curtain of the aisle will have this kind of qi in the body.
Meng Hao was silent and frowned. When the light curtain dissipated below, Meng Hao made up his mind and got up and walked away.
For half a month thereafter, throughout the western part of the Southern Territory, the reputation of the Qingpao people was layered and spread across all directions, almost distracting people. Because the Qingpao people seemed to be crazy. The monk in the late base period, no matter who this person is, no matter which sect he comes from, he will instantly take action.
Although no one has died from the beginning to the end, but from the beginning to the end, no one has ever been able to make a second shot in front of this Qing-robed man. It was a moment... and he was injured and defeated.
All the Tianjiao who came to the west by the Sword Sect, all failed. The Jinhanzong’s Tianjiao, one by one, saw the blue robes, and their complexions changed. Whether it was the Wang family, the Li family, or the Song family, as long as they were in the west. In the past half month, all of them suffered a big defeat in front of the Qingpao people one by one.
The entire western part of the Southern Region seemed to have set off a cyan storm sweeping across all directions.
Until half a month later, until the light curtain of the well, it has reached the last moment, and it has begun to appear for a long time. According to the ancient records, if this scene appears in the well, then seven days later, the well is exhausted, and Daoying dissipate.
More and more monks stopped leaving the Dao well, but sat cross-legged for a long time, looking at the light curtain. It was at this time that the challenge of the Qingpao people stopped.
Meng Hao sat cross-legged outside the Daojing again, looking at the figure inside the light curtain, the light in his eyes became brighter. In the past half month, every time he wins, it seems that the air in his body will be more.
At this moment, the movement of this qi in Meng Hao's body has been able to maintain the same frequency as the Tao Ying in the light curtain, and then continue to revolve.
He even saw the figure inside the light curtain, the aura in his body was moving faster and faster, and in the end, it seemed to turn into an impact force, which seemed to burst in his body.
Meng Hao watched such a scene for a long time, until a few days later, his mind was shocked.
"This is a ray of fighting energy that is cultivated after winning the battle continuously. The effect of this energy is to attack the bottleneck and break through the cultivation base. This is the so-called ancient killing war technique!" Meng Hao took a deep breath and immediately moved the body. A ray of air hits the perfect ninth station, but it is always a little worse, unable to make a rush.
As time passed, the eruption in the last seven days of this Daowell went on to the dusk of the fifth day. Suddenly, in the distant sky, several Changhongs roared.
These figures in Changhong were all dressed in black with masks on their faces. Three of them wore cyan masks, and seven or eight were white masks.
Only the two in the front, a man and a woman, are wearing golden masks!
More than a dozen people in this line, the speed was so fast, they came straight to the well in an instant, and the roaring sound immediately attracted the attention of tens of thousands of monks here.
"The repair of ink soil!" Someone immediately recognized the origin of these black masked people.
At this moment, Meng Hao raised his head, and fell on three blue faces at a glance. Among them, the figure was thin, standing on the person on the right.
The moment he looked, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly showed a sharp light.