The roaring sound reverberated in all directions in an instant, spreading for hundreds of miles, and the surrounding tens of thousands of southern monks roared, and even the light curtain that was so transformed from the Dao well was distorted at this moment.
This amazing roar was followed by the sound of KaKa’s collapse. This sound came from the light curtain outside Meng Hao’s body. Directly shattered, turned into countless fragments and swept around.
At the same time, blood was overflowing from the corners of the mouth of the green-faced monk's mask. He had already smashed six natal swords, and this completely collapsed Meng Hao's blood repair protection, but the price was his core energy. , Banzhuxiang couldn't condense again.
But the green-faced cultivator didn't care. In his opinion, as long as this Fang Mu had no blood cultivation, it would be easy to kill the opponent by himself.
And the most important thing is that he only needs half a stick of incense here to be sure that the pill energy will reappear. After all, the pill energy is something he cultivated on his own. Fang Mu had the Yuan Ying repairing his blood, so the opponent had been captured a year ago.
"Without blood cultivating, I see how you can resist!" The green-faced monk sneered, lifted his storage bag with his right hand, and suddenly a hair-like ball of hair flew out of his storage bag and moved forward in his hand. With a wave.
"Lian Sha!" As the deep voice came out, the hair ball swelled fiercely, and in an instant it turned into a huge net with a size of hundreds of meters. This net is black, and it is strong as soon as it appears. The evil spirits rose to the sky, and within those network ports, one faintly visible soul shadow after another, most of these soul shadows looked painful and let out a silent, stern roar.
"Motu refining the evil net!! This is the cultivation of Motu, one of the three treasures, any one of the cultivation of Motu can be refined by itself, but because of the difference of each person's cultivation level, different temperament, and the power of the treasure There is also a huge gap!"
"It is indeed the moth-made evil spirit net. It seems to be made from living souls. This is after the living souls are made into souls, they are locked in the hair and weaved into nets. The power is amazing, it defiles all the magic weapons, and is more effective. Disperse the poison of the world, so the net is extremely insidious."
"The cultivation of the ink soil, as expected, all of them are cruel, and there are no more than a thousand souls in this net..." tens of thousands of Southern Territory cultivators around, suddenly heard a buzzing sound, and there were many in it. They recognized the green-faced cultivator and took it out. Treasures.
Meng Hao's eyes shrank slightly, and the evil spirit in the evil refining net was overwhelming. The roars of the living soul spread all over the surrounding area. Even at a glance, Meng Hao felt like he wanted his soul to leave his body.
"This person is a poisonous way against me, this treasure is unfolded!" Meng Hao raised his right hand, and immediately flicked it forward. Suddenly several pill bottles flew out in front of him, and after exploding directly in the air, a large number of them were exploded. As the fog spreads, the fog is colorful, and people will be shocked at first sight, and feel a kind of highly poisonous.
As the fog rolled, the evil spirit refining net whizzed out, and it touched the poisonous fog, but the moment they met each other, the poisonous fog made a sizzling sound, which was visible to the naked eye by the spirit refining net. Soul, swallowed by a big mouth.
At the same time, this soul refining net swept across and turned into a ring around Meng Hao, enclosing it and shrank fiercely.
The green-faced monk kept pinching the tactics with both hands, and sometimes pointed out, the souls on the soul-refining network would scream and scream, desperately devouring poison gas, shrinking and rushing towards Meng Hao, as if they were close to, they would swallow Meng Hao.
The eyes of the green-faced monk showed coldness. He had more than ten kinds of magic techniques to use, but he chose the soul-refining net. The purpose was not only to fear Meng Hao’s poisonous mist, but more importantly, he wanted to make Meng Hao die miserably. The more miserable, the more miserable, the more he can breathe in his heart.
Seeing that the fog is getting less and less, the soul refining net is constantly shrinking, and the distance from Meng Hao is less than a hundred feet. Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he felt the breath of breakthrough cultivation in his body, as he challenged the formation of alchemy and went to fight. At this moment more and more, the speed of rotation is faster, and the ninth platform in his body, it seems that it can be opened at any time.
"But it's still a bit worse!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed with cold light, and his right hand was suddenly raised, and he took out his Dandong line and became one of the several poison pills that he refined after becoming the main furnace alchemist...
The poison fire pill, this pill was immediately crushed by Meng Hao, and a green sea of fire rose directly into the sky, surrounded Meng Hao, and suddenly tumbling and burning outwards.
At the same time, Meng Hao flicked his left hand again, and suddenly several pills flew out. When they hit the green flame, these pills melted, and in the blink of an eye, a blue water curtain was formed. It is the rootless pill made by Meng Hao!
Water and fire are not tolerant, but now around Meng Hao, the water curtain and the sea of fire are showing the meaning of communion, and the rumbling and spreading of the surroundings goes straight to the soul-refining net.
"Rootless water floating ghost!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and the moment his erysipelas touched the soul-refining net, the rootless pill water passed softly, penetrating through the mouth of the net, but it gave birth to it. The soul is covered, like being stuck and taken away, causing it to separate for a moment.
At this moment of separation, the green poisonous fire blasted past, and the meaning of burning shook all directions.
All this is a long story, but it caused the eyes of the green-faced monk to shrink. He did not hesitate to raise the pinch with his right hand and pointed forward, but at the moment his finger fell, Meng Hao took it out of the storage bag. More than a dozen black pills.
These pill medicines do not have the slightest pill fragrance, but there is a shocking feeling on the top. This is not made by Meng Hao, but he won from Chen Jiaxi. The only line of the pill world is the red robe alchemist. The magic pill that the golden robe alchemy master can refine, thunderfaming!
Chen Jiaxi also had only one of this thing, which was sent by his master to make him realize, but after being won by Meng Hao, he saw that this pill was good, and then copied some.
With a cold light in Meng Hao's eyes, he raised his right hand and threw it to the surrounding area. More than a dozen thunders flew out instantly.
"Thunder burst!" Meng Hao suddenly said. At the moment when his voice came out, the dozen or so pieces of thunder crashed and burst open. The sound roared into the sky and turned into a shocking shock. The soul refining net trembled, and the soul above it screamed sternly.
Lei Fa, the gram of all the ghosts, this thunder has little effect on the monks, but the damage to the soul is extremely strong.
"Fang Mu, dare you!!" The green-faced monk dripped blood in his heart. This soul-refining net was refined by him for many years. It only takes one step to turn the net into a flag. By then, the power will be even greater, and the net will have thousands of years. The soul will not be damaged even if it encounters thunder magic, but it happens... Meng Hao’s poisonous mist is in front, poisonous water is behind, and the poisonous fire comes again. In the end, when the thunder method comes out, various reasons make this soul refinement. On the net, there is life and death.
"Yin Ma clear!" Bloodshot appeared in the eyes of the green-faced monk, showing a hideous glow. He squatted halfway, raised his hands and pressed it down, his head raised, his hands seemed to be holding something in the void, and he stood again as his body resumed standing. Straight, a sharp lift upwards.
All directions went dark, and the sound of inhalation came out of the tens of thousands of people in an instant. I saw that in front of the green-faced monk, as his hands emptied his hands, they were nine dark horses exuding the breath of death.
The nine horses were rotten all over, wearing armor, and when they appeared, the cold breath spread. The nine horses neighed up to the sky, rushed out violently, and came straight to Meng Hao.
Obviously there are only nine horses, but at this moment, it gives people a feeling as if ten thousand horses are galloping. It seems that on this yin horse, there is still an invisible soul sitting on it.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and the soul-refining nets around him were being dissipated at this moment. He squinted his eyes, and his inner crisis resurfaced. At the same time as this crisis appeared, Meng Hao clearly felt the strands in his body that could allow his cultivation to break through. Qi is more active at this moment, circling rapidly in the body, a feeling that the cultivation base is about to break through, instantly surfaced in Meng Hao's heart.
It seems that the distance to break through the cultivation base is only a half step away!
How to take this half step, Meng Hao knows well, only... fight! !
He didn't hesitate to take a step forward. At the moment when the nine dark horses rushed forward, Meng Hao suddenly raised his right hand, five fingers forward, and at the same time as he pressed it far away, the coldness in his eyes suddenly appeared. !
"The Eighth Forbidden Demon Seal!" The whole world was different in Meng Hao's eyes at this moment. His body overlapped, and everything around him overlapped, as if the entire world overlapped into a phantom at this moment, and the phantom of this world, The nine female horses that were coming, suddenly pressed down.
The whole body of the nine female horses trembled fiercely. Their originally apathetic and crimson eyes were panicked at this moment. At the same time as their bodies stopped for an instant, they were trembling, showing signs of collapse.
The appearance of this scene surprised the green-faced cultivator.
"Damn little boy Zhuji, today's battle has come to an end!" The green-faced monk became furious, and he couldn't kill the opponent for a long time. Tens of thousands of monks here watched, making him feel extremely embarrassed. , Suddenly raised his right hand and pressed it directly to the center of his eyebrows. For a moment, his eyes were directly red.
"Pill comes out of the soul to kill!" The green-faced cultivator suddenly said, and immediately from his heavenly spirit, there was a vague orange pill that faintly appeared in an instant.
"A sword from the soul, kill the evil!" The green-faced monk shook his body, his eyes closed directly, but at the moment his eyes closed, the orange pill on top of his head suddenly shattered into a gap, and flew directly from the gap. An orange glow turned into a small sword and went straight to Meng Hao in an instant.
On that small sword, there is still a faint soul, and that soul is the green-faced monk.
This sword, ignoring all protections, ignoring all spells, with a shocking intent, the sword will kill!