Even at this moment of eruption, the aura of the whirlpool surrounding Meng Hao rushed straight into Meng Hao's body, swiftly penetrated from various positions in his body, and the aura quickly dissipated, which was just a few breaths. There was no more aura around Hao.
The Dao well below no longer erupted at this moment, but a sign of exhaustion. The shadow of the light curtain in the air was gradually dimming at this moment, until it disappeared completely, the Dao well... completely withered.
In the momentary silence of tens of thousands of people around, they saw with their own eyes that the Dao Well that shook the Southern Territory in the past year, as it dries up, becomes fly ash, disappears between the heavens and the earth, and ceases to exist.
As if in Meng Hao's body, it consumed all the spiritual energy, and could no longer make other people feel it, and could only dissipate.
At this moment, there was dead silence all around, and tens of thousands of cultivators here stared blankly at this scene... Soon, the sound of an uproar was heard.
"Doi... gone?"
"It should have been a few days before it was right, but now... it's exhausted and dissipated!"
"This Fang Mu, he realized what cultivation level he has broken through. I think he is clearly not a pill formation, but he has caused this well... unexpectedly... to be exhausted early!!"
Motu Taoist Luo Chong and Xu Fei, both of them were short of breath. This time they came to the western part of the Southern Territory. For both of them, they saw too much shock, and the source of all these shocks was a monk!
A monk who is the chief furnace alchemist of the Dandong line of the Purple Fate Sect... monk!
The other two blue-faced powerhouses in Motu seem to look the same at this moment, but their hearts have already set off a huge wave, not because of the exhaustion of Dao wells, but because of Meng Hao's previous shots.
This was the first time they saw that the foundation-building cultivators fought to form a pill, and... Although they were at a disadvantage, they were obviously undefeated. What shocked them even more was that Meng Hao broke through in the battle. This incident was rare, but What is even more rare is that in this breakthrough, the two of them saw with their own eyes that Meng Hao actually pinched the sword of life!
"This is not a sword that the foundation building cultivator can touch! He... is he really an alchemist?" This is the question that appeared to these two black earth and blue-faced powerhouses, shaking their hearts.
As the uproar spread, the gazes of tens of thousands of cultivators in the Southern Territory here quickly condensed on Meng Hao in mid-air, and those gazes contained various complexities.
Meng Hao's expression was calm, even if it was the moment of attention, but his expression remained unchanged.
Meng Hao doesn't know how strong the ten Taoist platforms are, but what he feels in his heart right now seems to be... Even if he was cautious before, he was still not the opponent's initial stage of alchemy. Now, looking at it, it seems that... has changed.
I don't know whether he can win the battle against a pill that has not been injured in his lifespan and his soul. But at the moment, the green-faced monk who has suffered all kinds of hard work, Meng Hao feels that maybe... it is no longer difficult to kill it by himself.
There was a cold light in his eyes, two fingers pinched the flying sword in front of his eyebrows, and shook it with force. With the power of the flesh, and the ten Taoist platforms in Meng Hao's body were running at the same time, a wave that was unprecedented in Meng Hao's body Power poured into the arm, spreading two fingers!
The sword between his fingers immediately heard the sound of clicking, and there were cracks visible to the naked eye, which was just a few breaths, and it collapsed and fell apart.
The soul shadow above it uttered a stern and silent roar and disappeared.
With the disappearance of the soul shadow and the collapse of the sword body, the green-faced monk not far away immediately shed blood and tears, and blood overflowed at the seven orifices. Looking up, his pale face made him look mad at the moment.
He lifted the storage bag with his right hand and took out a black statue. The statue was carved like a dragon but not a dragon, or a python and not a python. It is a dragon!
The first born with a single horn, abdomen with double claws, the whole body is blue and black, as soon as it is taken out by the green-faced monk, a fierce will immediately rises into the sky, making the originally windy and sunny sky appear at this moment. A dark cloud.
Faintly, there seemed to be a roar from the years, echoing the earth at this moment, and spreading into the mind of every tens of thousands of cultivators here.
Even as the roar echoed, the ancient Dragon Ying Demon Pill melted in Meng Hao's first Dao platform moved slightly at this moment as if he had awakened from a deep sleep.
Suddenly, behind Meng Hao, nothing was distorted, and a huge ancient dragon phantom appeared unexpectedly, staring at the dragon statue, as if staring at... food!
The ancients should be dragons and feed on the dragons!
The illusion of Yinglong's shadow can not be seen by the people around, only the flood dragon engraved by the statue, which seems to be between the heaven and the earth, the roaring sound suddenly stopped.
"Pill Qi transforms Jiao Ancestors, cultivates blood to open the way of heaven, feeds dragons with body, and kills mourning with soul!" The green-faced monk stared at Meng Hao firmly, and after speaking word by word, he bit Blood spurted from the tip of his broken tongue, and the blood fell on the statue.
"With my strength, please come down!" The green-faced monk shook his whole body, and when he looked up to the sky and roared, suddenly there was a crack in the dragon statue in front of him, and the scream echoed, and tens of thousands of monks in the surrounding area witnessed it with their own eyes. In the middle, the statue collapsed with a bang.
Under the fragmentation, countless blue and black fragments hadn't waited to spread out, a wind blew, engulfing those blue and black fragments, and turned into a shadow in the midair distortion.
The shadow seemed to be lifelike for an instant, and Setsuna appeared in the world, an indescribable cold air suddenly spread to the surroundings, and the green-faced monk stared at Meng Hao with a hideous expression.
"Please Jiaozu, kill this person!"
As soon as the green-faced monk finished speaking, the Jiao Ying turned around fiercely, and in the vague head, two cold flashes appeared suddenly, like eyes, when staring at Meng Hao, he seemed a little hesitant, but more eager to try. With a sudden movement, his shadow went straight to Meng Hao and whizzed away.
It's not near yet, and the cold is overwhelming, and nothingness seems to be frozen.
In a blink of an eye, the distance from Meng Hao was less than a hundred feet!
Meng Hao's eyes showed brilliance. He didn't step back or dodge. Instead, he took a deep breath. He lifted his right hand and pierced his fingertips. When all the blood spilled from his five fingers, he closed his eyes, lifted his right hand to the bottom, and bent over to press!
"Blood Killing Realm!" Meng Hao's voice carried a bloody meaning. At the moment it spread, his eyes suddenly opened, revealing bloody eyes.
Even at this instant, a red light spread from Meng Hao's right hand, and the instant it covered the surrounding area, making the midair of this thousand meters directly red!
It also shrouded that flood dragon in this red world.
Such as a world that exists alone, this is... in the blood fairy inheritance of Meng Hao, among the three spells he can perform, the one that could not be unfolded before... Blood Killing Realm!
Even at the moment when the blood killing world appeared, behind Meng Hao, five blood shadows appeared suddenly, it was his five blood bodies. In this blood killing world, they... immortal!
At this moment, the roaring sound shook the sky, the shock of tens of thousands of cultivators on the earth, and the pale complexion of that green-faced cultivator, all explained the shock that the appearance of this bloody killing world brought them.
In particular, the Flood Dragon, which seemed astonishing before, uttered a stern roar in the blood killing realm at this moment, struggling with its body, as if it was entangled by some invisible force, and it was difficult to break free.
As the roar spread out, Meng Hao slowly stood up in the Blood Killing Realm, and when his right hand was raised, he slammed it on.
The moment he grasped his palm, the blood killing realm within a thousand-meter range shrank instantly, as if it had turned into Meng Hao's palm, and immediately condensed as he held it.
On the edge of the blood-killing world shrinking continuously, Setsuna encountered the screaming dragon within it. With his body, it shrank. In the blink of an eye, the entire blood-killing world disappeared. Only Meng Hao held his fist. In the right hand, a faint blood spilled from the fingers.
Meng Hao looked as usual, let go of his fingers, and with a wave, he dissipated the blue-black dust that had appeared in his palm in midair.
The sound of inhalation suddenly came out, and someone immediately recognized that those fragments... are the fragments of the statue that make up the dragon!
"Today's battle, you are doomed to die, the formation of pill... It is not that you can build a foundation to challenge!" The green-faced monk stared at Meng Hao, with a madness in his eyes, raising his left hand and directly drew three lines on his face. The blood stains formed a triangular shape.
Every bloodstain shed blood, and bones were visible, and it looked shocking, but the green-faced monk seemed to be unaware of pain, but on the contrary, his expression became more and more ferocious, staring at Meng Hao.
"This is..." the monk below immediately said silently.
"This is a forbidden technique in the land of the ink soil, the Three Life Seal of Huangquan!"
When voices came from these surroundings, the gloomy voice of the green-faced monk also spread.
"Huangquan carved three lives, three lives burned one life, Huangquan... Three lives seal!" The green-faced monk showed a strange glow in his eyes. This is his biggest magic technique. It is very costly for him to display it at this moment, but now he No longer caring, the three bloodstains on his face in the words, like burning, were deeply imprinted on his face, as if scars were formed, making his eyes more crazy.
When the words were uttered, he raised his right hand and suddenly fell towards Meng Hao, as if the nothingness was cut off, there seemed to be nothing, but at this moment, Meng Hao's heart was shocked.
Meng Hao looked at the green-faced monk with electric eyes, and his brows were slightly furrowed. The Flood Dragon could be killed because he was deterred by the ancient Yinglong in the Blood Killing Realm, so he dissipated with the Blood Killing Realm.
"It's time to end." Meng Hao loosened his brows, and when he spoke faintly, he raised his right hand and patted the storage bag without taking out any items. Instead, he sent it into the power of his spiritual consciousness and instantly blended into the storage bag. Inside the scarlet mask, entangled in the treasure that Meng Hao could not use before this, the three-tailed banner!
Three-tailed banner, Meng Hao's most precious treasure in the inheritance of the blood fairy.
At the moment when Meng Hao’s spiritual sense entangled on it, one of the broken three-tailed flags swayed in an instant, and instantly extended indefinitely. Following Meng Hao’s spiritual sense, it poured directly into his body. It was in Meng Hao’s heart. I realized that when I lifted my right hand and waved forward.
Behind him, all around him, all around him...
A side suddenly appeared, as if covering the sky and covering the earth, seemingly broken, but revealing a power like the power of the sky... a flag! !
The banner was broken, gray, and precarious.
Wherever he went... Huangquan withered, three births and annihilation, half body fall!