In an instant, the world in front of Meng Hao was no longer pitch black, but restored to light. He clearly felt that at that moment, a teleportation force appeared outside his body.
It was this transmission that made him feel like being moved, without knowing where he was sent.
At the moment when everything was clear before his eyes, Meng Hao looked around abruptly, and at this look, his brows suddenly wrinkled.
This is an old city wall with blood stains that have been dry for many years. Looking up, the city wall is as high as the sky, as if it has no end.
And here, there is not a wall like this, but on both sides, as if forming a path of passage, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his body flew up instantly, not forward, but straight to the sky.
Meng Hao soared into the sky, already lifted into the sky very high, but even if his cultivation base was condensed in his eyes, he still couldn't see the end of the city wall above and where it was.
"There is no end..." Meng Hao was silent, and his body slowly fell, instead of landing on the ground, but floating in the air.
This place gives people a feeling of depression, it seems that there are only two paths, either the previous or the backward.
Meng Hao thought of the scenes about the monks being teleported after they encountered the celestial corpse. Almost everyone who came back described them differently. Some talk about mountains and rivers, some are attics, some are fairyland, and some are battlefields.
While pondering, Meng Hao raised his right hand and shot seven or eight consecutive shots toward the void. A huge cyan palm print suddenly appeared in front of Meng Hao in the reverberation of the loud rumbling. The palm prints were like fog, condensed and rolled together. , With Meng Hao waved his right hand, the palm print went straight to one side of the city wall.
The speed was so fast that he touched the wall in an instant, but there was no sound, as if the palm print was absorbed by the wall, the whole wall did not move.
This scene made Meng Hao's complexion sink.
He knew that the previous blow, even though he had only used 50% of his strength, could be smashed directly even if it was the foundation of the Great Perfection, but the wall did not tremble at all.
There was a moment of silence, when Meng Hao raised his head, his eyes flashed, and his body whizzed forward. Since he can't go up and down, and since the wall is unbreakable, move forward!
In the whistling, Meng Hao rushed straight ahead. I don’t know how long it had passed. The walls on both sides of him extended outward, making the front area bigger and bigger. In front of him, a vertical wall appeared in the middle. , Directly turned this road into a bifurcation and turned it into two roads.
The moment he saw this fork, Meng Hao's eyes revealed Mingwu.
"Maze..."
At the same time, in this maze, Li Dao looked gloomy and was moving forward quickly, and Zhou Jie, Wang Lihai, Xu Qing, Han Bei and others were all in this maze.
Then there is the youth of the Ji family, and the woman with the surname Fang, the two are the same, they are all in different corners of the maze.
So far, no one has met each other, which makes everyone in this place think that there is only oneself in this place!
Because before this, all the people who touched the celestial body disappeared and then returned, the place where everyone was teleported to was different, and there was no repetition.
As time passed day by day, Meng Hao's expression was calm, even though he encountered a lot of gaps, he didn't hesitate to choose one to move forward without much thought.
"Since you made me come here, then... You don't need to look for it, you will appear in front of me sooner or later." Meng Hao calmly, after flying for a few days, five forks appeared in front of him on this day. Meng Hao's gaze swept away, and when he was about to head toward the middle, suddenly his expression moved, and his body instantly retreated.
At the same time, his right hand was raised, and his index finger was cut at an extremely fast speed, and after a moment of retreat, he pointed towards the middle fork in the road ahead.
Almost the moment he retreated, a black line pierced through where Meng Hao had been before at lightning speed. If Meng Hao hadn't noticed it quickly, he would have been seriously injured at this moment.
But Meng Hao's previous finger suddenly burst out with a monstrous blood evil aura, crossing the black line and heading straight into the fork in the road ahead.
When a roar came out in an instant, Meng Hao's face was gloomy, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, his body only stepped back three steps, and then he took a violent pause. He did not retreat but moved forward, raising his right hand, and instantly Meng Hao's body was filled with purple energy. These purple energy went straight to Meng Hao's right hand, surrounded it, and transformed into a purple long sword.
As Meng Hao moved forward, he raised his right hand without hesitation, and slashed forward.
Amidst the roar, a purple arc broke away from Meng Hao’s right hand and turned into a huge arc more than one foot long in front of him, and even more purple aura radiated from Meng Hao’s body, continuously blending into it. Inside the purple arc.
Exactly... Ziqi Slash!
It is a one-hit killer technique that is perfected to build ten Taoist platforms and run the purple energy to the east.
The purple energy cut like a lonely moon, flew out in a flash, and went straight to the middle fork. In the near instant, it directly distorted the nothingness, emitting a lot of fluctuations, making the area that originally appeared to be empty, as the void was twisted, such as A veil was lifted, revealing a tall figure inside.
He was a middle-aged man, tall and taller than Meng Hao's three heads. He looked extremely strong. He wore simple clothes and had a three-headed dragon on his exposed skin!
It is the repair of West Desert! !
At this moment, he was forced to show behind him, his right hand was suddenly raised, and a low growl came from his mouth, and his eyebrows were instantly blackened, and the totem of his whole body was shining with black light. In an instant, in front of him, a three-headed corner figure appeared. Phantom, this flood dragon is extremely real, with three heads roaring, biting towards Ziqi Zhan.
The sound of the roar, shaking the sky and the earth at this moment, spread all over the world, Meng Hao immediately saw that his purple qi was broken and shattered, turning into purple qi and dissipating. Similarly, the three dragons and the three heads were also all After being separated, the West Desert monk had an ugly face, and when he looked at Meng Hao, his eyes were faintly shocked.
Meng Hao let out a cold snort, lifted his right hand and pressed it directly towards the ground.
"Purple Qi strangling!" Meng Hao's right hand suddenly lifted. At this moment, the scattered purple qi suddenly halted, bent into each other, extended for a moment, and turned into silk threads, encircling the monk of West Desert in an instant. As Meng Hao made a sharp fist with his right hand, these purple silk threads shrank instantly.
This technique is the second type of Ziqi pulse that Meng Hao obtained after becoming the Purple Furnace. In addition, there is also a third type, Zi Linyue!
The West Desert monk's complexion was a little gloomy. Seeing these purple qi entangled and contracted, he suddenly snorted and suddenly raised his right hand, immediately revealing a totem on the back of his right hand.
The totem was very simple, it was a red fist. This fist was not big, like a baby's hand, but at this moment, an aura burst out from the West Desert monk.
He lifted his right hand and fell forward with a hard punch.
This punch hit the void, but it set off layers of ripples, and there was a faint baby screaming and crying. When the roaring sound spread all over the surroundings, the roar echoed. All the entangled purple gas collided with those ripples at this moment. After the touch, it collapsed and exploded.
The West Desert monk also turned pale, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked at Meng Hao, he showed a touch of dread.
"The alchemist of the Southern Zong Yunzong did not expect to have such a cultivation base. I am reckless today, so let's say goodbye." He said, retreating back, and a third totem appeared on his left arm. Half of it seemed to be a little incomplete, not fully condensed, but only half of it made the West Desert monk's body blurred, and he was about to melt into nothingness.
"A word of recklessness?" Murderous intent flashed in Meng Hao's eyes. If he hadn't dodged fast, he would have been in a different place at this moment. At this moment, he took a step forward.
"You monks in the Southern Territory are obsessed. You and I are clearly in the realm of false pill. Only then you have used your full strength, and you and I are just evenly matched!" The West Desert monk snorted coldly, but he just finished speaking. Suddenly his complexion changed drastically.
What changed his expression was the moment Meng Hao stepped out at this moment. With his cultivation base running, his aura exploded. This aura directly surpassed the previous one and instantly shook all directions.
At the same time, Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed forward three times!
The three-finger blood mark appeared out of the sky in an instant, turned into a breathtaking breath of three blood evils, and went straight to the monk of West Desert.
"If you don't die with three fingers below, you can leave."
The monk Xi Mo's complexion changed drastically, and his eyes showed amazement. His originally somewhat vague body was solidified at this moment and could not be like nothingness. He raised his eyebrow with his right hand, and immediately three dragon totems and bloody fist totems, one after another. Appears, transforms the corresponding thing, and pushes straight ahead.
The three-finger bloody sound of Meng Hao and Meng Hao ran into each other instantly.
The roar echoed in all directions again, and the loud rumbling sound spread, a scream came from the monk of West Desert, his body trembled, and the baby fist totem collapsed. When he spouted a mouthful of blood, the three-headed dragon totem also Shattered along with it, the West Desert monk backed up a few steps, his face pale in amazement, before he could even say anything, a bloody fingerprint came in an instant, passing directly through the center of his eyebrows.
The whole body was shocked, and the monk of West Desert fell directly to the ground, dying of anger.
Meng Hao walked over and glanced down at the dead West Desert monk. He didn't even know the other party's name. He knelt down and fumbled out a storage bag from the monk. After putting it away, he showed a touch of contemplation.
"It seems that I am not alone here..."
"Fr. West Desert, the technique is weird and completely different from the Southern Territory... Otherwise, the ordinary fake pill monk, I can kill with one finger!" Meng Hao lowered his head and glanced at the West Desert cultivator, and found that this person has two pairs. The totem on his arm seemed to melt at this moment and turned into black water.