Standing in the air, Meng Hao closed his eyes, covering the bloodshot eyes and the shock from his mind. Even he did not expect that the three-tailed flags could be so earth-shattering.
And this... is just the first tail, and it is not the appearance of the three-tailed flag at all, but the power of a magic weapon projection that Meng Hao's spiritual sense merges with this treasure, and uses himself to promote.
But it was this kind of projection power that turned into a broken banner, covering the sky, covering the ground, blocking the eyes of tens of thousands of monks here, making the whole world dark.
It seems that at this moment, the sky and the earth are separated in two, the sky is the sky, the earth is the earth, the flag is in the world, it has become the earth, and on the earth, it has become the flag of the sky!
What goes dark is the world, what goes dark is the mind, what goes dark is the whole universe.
An indescribable depression, an unprecedented sense of danger, appeared in the heart of every monk here at this instant, unable to dissipate, like a large rock pressing on his body.
So that the whole Bafang, at this moment, fell into a dead silence.
Everyone exudes a gray aura, which surrounds the surroundings, as if a mist is formed. You can only see that outside the gray mist, the broken flags are shaken, twisted like the sky and the earth, like this number of squares. Baili, at this moment, the sky was changed and the meaning was changed...
It seems that one side of this broken flag has turned into the sky, and the other side has become the earth.
I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it was a moment, the color of the sky recovered, the things covering the earth disappeared, and the gray fog also dispersed. Then the flag that shocked the sky before... disappeared without a trace at this moment.
Only Meng Hao was still in the sky. The entire sky, apart from him, was no second living person, whether it was the cultivation of Motu or the monks of the Southern Territory. They were all shaking involuntarily when they were dancing in the sky before. Down the earth.
In addition to Meng Hao, there is also a headless corpse, which seems to be frozen in the air.
Everything, at this moment, is over.
The sound of inhalation and the thoughts of amazement in my heart condensed on Meng Hao with his eyes at this moment, and suddenly burst out.
"Moru Qingnian... died..."
"With the foundation and cultivation as the foundation, we will kill the Pill Formation Monk, this matter... this matter..."
"This Fang Mu has such a combat power, Dao Well is withered because of him, what kind of good fortune did he gain in this Dao well!!"
"He is still an alchemist, the main furnace alchemist of Dandong's line, and he has the strength to surpass each sect of Daozi. This person... will definitely be the first person of the Southern Territory's generation in the future!"
"But what I am more concerned about is that this person has just used it. What kind of magic is it? This technique can cut the formation of pill!"
When the buzzing and discussion reverberated in an instant, Motuluo Chong and Xu Fei, the faces under their masks were pale, and they stared at Meng Hao in mid-air in a daze. Before this battle, they thought they were the proud son of heaven. In the Southern Territory, among the same generation and the same realm, few people can surpass them, at most they are standing at the same height.
But after this battle, they suddenly discovered that, whether they are themselves or Dao Zi of the Southern Territory Tianjiao, all the monks at this moment have become the green leaves that set off the square wood in front of them.
Compared with Fang Mu, even if he and others are highly qualified, even if they are all eye-catching sedan chairs in the sect, compared with this person... they can only be regarded as ordinary people!
Like this square wood, it is the scorching sun in the sky. Because it is too bright and dazzling, it makes all the stars next to it, whether you are not reconciled or convinced, no matter what your mind is, you can only choose to be dim...
Among the same generation, there has been such a monster that can build a foundation and destroy the pill formation. For all the people of the same generation, this is a double depression whether it is physical or mental.
Wang Lihai was pale, silent, Han Shandao smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing inwardly, Jin Hanzong Taoist, Song Yunshu of the Song family, and other sects who thought they had been on the top of the foundation building, are watching them one by one at this moment. When facing Meng Hao, there was a deep awe in his eyes.
They are in awe of Meng Hao’s cultivation, and they are in awe of people with such cultivation. They are the main furnace of Dandong. All of this makes them understand that the name of Fang Mu in the future of the Southern Territory will be no one. I don’t know, no one knows that it will become a part of Southern Territory!
Become famous!
Everyone's eyes were staring at Meng Hao, whose eyes were closed in the midair at this moment. As the buzzing and discussion gradually dissipated, the surroundings fell into dead silence again.
This kind of silence, this kind of dead silence, in many cases, represents terrible...
In the eyes of everyone, there is complexity, shock, awe, envy, and jealousy...
These different gazes seem to be able to turn into an invisible sharp sword that surrounds Meng Hao, as if as long as Meng Hao shows a trace of weakness, these sharp swords will kill without hesitation.
Meng Hao's strength has shocked everyone today to the point of being jealous. This is why he always changed his appearance before and didn't want to reveal his true body easily.
If this battle were not for Meng Hao's breakthrough, he would still not reveal himself when his wings were not full.
No one will investigate the death of the green-faced old man, whether it is Motu Daozi, or the other two green-faced monks, they wouldn’t have been at this moment, in Meng Hao’s strongest momentum, and the minds of all cultivators in the Southern Territory were shaken. At that time, go to investigate the matter.
But... The current state is a bit weird. The eyes of the practitioners made the eyes of the other two green-faced old men in Mo Tu flash slightly.
They were staring at Meng Hao, and Wang Lihai, the Taoist son of the Wang family, was also staring. His right hand seemed to be placed aside randomly, but only he knew that the three fingers of the Suzaku of the Wang family were brewing in his hands.
Yi Jianzong Han Shandao squinted his eyes, and his face that seemed bold, now also has a gloomy touch.
Jin Hanzong’s Daozi, and other sect’s Tianjiao, but everyone who lost in the hands of Meng Hao during this period had their eyes flickering, all of them were looking at Meng Hao.
They didn't dare to make a move... If Meng Hao was just Meng Hao, they wouldn't worry too much, and Mo Tu wouldn't have too much scruples, just make a move, but Meng Hao... He is Fang Mu!
The main furnace alchemist of the Dandong line of Ziyun Zong!
A person’s life will build nets one after another as he grows up. If you want to kill a person without any trouble, you must first cut off his net, so that you can have no worries, otherwise, there is no difference between killing and suicide.
As before, Meng Hao is just Meng Hao. He doesn't have this kind of net, so everyone dared to kill him if he wanted to kill him.
But right now, Dandong's identity is the most powerful layer of net outside of Meng Hao's body at this moment.
In this matter, when Meng Hao worshipped his patron sect, he had already realized that patron is actually part of the net in his life.
Wang Lihai didn't move, but at this moment a arrogant of the Wang family took a step towards Meng Hao in midair.
The fall of this step, like stepping in the heart of the monk here, Luo impulsive!
Those two old men with black earth and blue face also took steps at this moment...
In this repressive silence, at this seemingly peaceful but in fact dangerous moment, Meng Hao in mid-air, his closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment.
The moment he opened his eyes, the Wang Family Tianjiao's footsteps trembled and stopped, Luo Chong also stopped physically, looking at Meng Hao, the two green-faced monks also stopped.
At this moment, everyone looked at Meng Hao with more scrutinizing eyes than before.
Meng Hao's face was as usual, still indifferent, not only did the cold light in his eyes not diminish, but it became stronger, faintly hidden deep in his eyes, and there was a hint of sarcasm.
In his body, there is no trace of injury, as if he could kill the pill formation before, but now he can still kill the second pill formation!
"This Daojing's sentiment contains a magical power. As the master alchemist of Dandong's line, Fang is not good at fighting against people, so he is not deep in understanding and cannot send and receive from his heart. Friends of Motu, forgive me. "Meng Hao spoke lightly, raised his right hand with a wave, and immediately the green robe disappeared, replaced by the main furnace pill robe of Zi Yunzong. The black robe concealed the purple meaning, making Meng Hao at this moment. Instantly shocked everyone's mind.
He stood calmly in the air, looking at everyone faintly.
Time seemed to freeze. After a while, the two green-faced monks took a deep look at Meng Hao, turned and turned into Changhong, and left away. The identity of Meng Hao was their biggest concern. Everyone in the Southern Territory knew it. The pill ghost protects the shortcomings, whoever moves his alchemy master, he will move the opponent's sect!
Motu Taoist Luo Chong and Xu Fei also glanced at Meng Hao in silence, then turned and left.
With the departure of the Motu cultivators, these cultivators in the Southern Territory recovered from the terrible silence before, as if the surrounding atmosphere was no longer depressed, but active, and they were about to come forward and talk to Meng Hao. , Meng Hao was in the air, clasping his fists and bowing to everyone on the earth.
"Thank you for your help from the fellow daoists before. This warrior is very impressed, and the magical powers of the sentiment need to be carefully understood. In addition, a few days ago, the sect had an order to send Fang to return to the sect immediately. Zi Yunzong, Fang will have a feast for each other." After Meng Hao clasped his fists and bowed, most of the monks here understood that fighting to destroy the pill formation is a great event for any foundation-building monk, especially that. No one could see that the appearance of magical powers was a magic weapon. After all, what Meng Hao displayed was only the power of projection, which was a mysterious magic magical power to outsiders.
As for the cultivation of the mind, the monk, with such a record, will always be confident in the future, whether it is future practice or magic skills, it will be of great benefit.
At this moment, when they understood, Meng Hao held his fist to the Daozi of the various sect families in the Southern Territory. After thanking the previous help, he did not stay here too much, turned and turned into a Changhong, and whizzed away.
Until Meng Hao flew far away, Wang Lihai and others frowned and had to withdraw their gazes. They still couldn't grasp the depth of Meng Hao. Because of the existence of Zi Yunzong, they didn't dare to act rashly and could only sigh from the bottom of their hearts. .
Meng Hao's speed was extremely fast, until he flew out for a day, his complexion quickly paled, a mouthful of blood spewed out, the breath of the whole person was extremely weak, but he gritted his teeth and flew into a mountain below, here... it was exactly what he had before. Retreat to Dongfu.
After stepping into the cave, Meng Hao spouted blood again, took out the pill and swallowed it immediately after sitting down cross-legged. With a wave of his right hand, a large amount of poison pill flew out and turned into a mist to cover the surroundings.