The distance of more than a hundred miles does not require much time for the foundation-building monks.
While waiting, Meng Hao closed his eyes and meditated. Feng Zhengshu has little experience. As for the perception of the immortal soil, don’t worry, you need to proceed slowly, slowly increase the time you can look directly at, and also need the immortal soil. There are more, only in this way, can the incomplete rune be supplemented.
At this moment, Meng Hao crossed his knees, staring at the purple pill in his body. This pill slowly turned, but in the blink of an eye, it would instantly shed a large amount of filaments throughout his body, and then retracted in an instant.
Like lightning, it scattered and harvested and became a week. It is precisely because of this that it burst out with a powerful cultivation power that is completely different from that of building a foundation.
"Master once said that after the pill formation, you can incorporate the meaning of not extinguishing the fire into the pill formation and ignite your own pill fire..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and this matter also requires careful retreat.
It has been less than a year since Meng Hao came to Motu. He was not completely immersed in his retreat to heal his wounds. Whether it was Xiantu, Fengzheng, or the ignition of the pill fire, or Ji Hongdong’s storage bag, these were all after the pill formation. Meng Hao needs time to do things.
It was just that Meng Hao was always vigilant because he was considering the pursuit and killing of the Ji family, and now he has not slackened, but he somewhat guessed some clues that no one was chasing the Ji family.
"It seems that it will take some time to retreat. After all preparations are completed, you can go out to find the last herb of the perfect golden pill." Meng Hao decided to himself.
While he was meditating, Meng Hao raised his head with a cold light in his eyes, and a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, but this smile was a little strange and looked full of cold.
At this moment, outside his cave mansion short mountain, the four foundation-building cultivators are coming with Huang Daxian, whistling, these four people just approached, without any hesitation, instantly went straight to the mountain crack, followed the crack, and moved down quickly. Rush away.
"Just... right below..." Huang Daxian's face was pale, and he was terrified at the moment, but he had his own mind. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and said with a trembling voice, and the monk who was holding him on the side gave a murderous look in the eyes of the foundation building monk.
"Shut up!"
In the words, the four people came to the bottom of the crack in an instant, and they saw Meng Hao's cave at a glance, but the moment they saw the cave, their complexion changed, and their eyes showed vigilance.
Because Meng Hao's cave was not closed, but the door of the cave was opened, so that a few of them could see at a glance, sitting cross-legged in the cave, at this moment, slowly raising their head, Meng Hao looked calm.
A blue robe looked as usual, but the long white hair that contrasted with the blue robe suddenly formed an extremely strong pressure that could shock the mind.
There is also the face without any blood color like a dead person, with the cold gaze, in an instant, it seems that the temperature of the surroundings has suddenly become a cold winter.
The four foundation-building cultivators took a deep breath. Meng Hao, who looked like this, immediately gave them a strong sense of crisis. This sense of crisis, as if sitting there cross-legged at this moment is not a monk, but an ancient beast. , Just a glance, it seems that it can swallow people.
The cold sweat left directly from the foreheads of the four monks. The four people were dry and dry, and their minds were completely captured. They stood there without daring to move.
Meng Hao didn't speak, so there was a dead silence at the bottom of the crack in the low mountain, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be nonexistent.
Gradually it turned into a strong depression, like an invisible mountain pressing on the hearts of everyone, that feeling, as if they are always between life and death, Meng Hao's gaze gave them a strong feeling that as long as they move, they will undoubtedly die.
But in the end, the middle-aged man with the lowest level of cultivation among the four foundation-building cultivators, who withstood this depression for a while, was unable to continue. He roared fiercely, and when he shook his body, he was about to go straight to the upper crack exit to escape. go.
But just as he flew up, Meng Hao raised a finger with his right hand.
"Noisy."
With two words, one sentence, and a scream, a corpse suddenly fell and fell in front of the other three foundation-building cultivators, making them paler in an instant, and their bodies trembling.
The fallen corpse had a blood hole in the center of the eyebrows, gurgling blood, and his eyes widened, leaving the fear and despair before death.
The deterrence formed in this scene directly stunned the other three foundation-building monks. Although several of them killed a lot of people, this kind of killing of a foundation-building monk, understatement, made them three more physically. Trembling.
"Alchemy... This person must be alchemy!"
"Damn it, how did you provoke a strong pill formation!"
The three looked at each other, and they all saw the bitterness and despair in each other's eyes.
Huang Daxian was trembling even more at the moment, his face was full of nervousness. Although he had guessed that Meng Hao was powerful, he never expected that he was so powerful that he could instantly kill a mid-foundation stage.
As time passed, the three foundation-building cultivators began to collapse under this high degree of tension and panic. This kind of threat of death for a long time was absolutely something that people could bear.
One of the three finally couldn't bear it. Seeing that Meng Hao had already closed his eyes, his body flew up under gritted teeth, and directly crushed some jade to make the mist enveloped his body, causing his speed to surge instantly and he was about to escape. At that time, Meng Hao still closed his eyes and didn't move. The flying monk showed excitement in his eyes. The other two under him hesitated for a while, considering whether to follow Shi.
Suddenly, on both sides of the cracks in this low mountain, the rocks were as soft as mud. A purplish-red rattan with a monstrous brutal force, instantly rushed out of the mountain. The tip of the rattan was fierce. The cracked, forming a big mouth of the blood basin, in the scream of the monk in the middle of the foundation construction, he swallowed his body completely, like a python, after swallowing it in one mouthful, a large amount of mucus was shed, and At the same time, a rattan was also drilled out of the rock.
It was densely packed with dozens of canes, which directly sealed the exit of the crack, and while swaying, one by one pointed at Huang Taixian and the two foundation-building monks.
Huang Daxian's face was pale, and his eyes showed extreme horror.
The two foundation-building monks were short of breath, and the scene just now appeared in their minds. At this moment, they felt here as hell.
"Qian... Senior be forgiving..." The cultivator who built the foundation of Dzogchen, with a pale face, bowed directly to Meng Hao, and said with a trembling voice.
"Junior knows wrong, senior is forgiving." Another foundation-building monk beside him also bowed and pleaded bitterly, and both of them were completely scared.
Meng Hao slowly opened his eyes, and looked at these two people and Huang Daxian faintly. He had noticed the totems on these people before. Although they were not the same as West Desert, they could give out some fluctuations.
"You are here, are you seeking pill?" Meng Hao raised his right hand, and immediately in his hand, two pills appeared. The whole body was green and black, without the slightest pill fragrance. Even when Meng Hao took it out, he could see it faintly. On top of it, the figure of a centipede was twisted and hideous.
At first glance, it is poison pill.
Before the two foundation-building cultivators could speak, Meng Hao flicked his right hand, and the two pills appeared on their mouths like lightning. They were so fast that they shattered violently before they could react. They lost their teeth, rushed directly into their throats, and melted in the blink of an eye.
The expressions of the two changed drastically, but they did not resist. Instead, Ku heart was relieved, knowing that at least their lives would be fine for the time being.
"This pill is punishment. You two took Huang Daxian and went out looking for this kind of mud. The more you find, the faster your poison will be detoxified, and even I can give you some real pill." Meng Hao calmly Said, his gaze swept across Huang Daxian's body.
Huang Taixian immediately lifted his spirits and hurriedly promised loudly.
With a wave of Meng Hao's sleeves, a piece of purple-blue soil flew out. After falling in front of the three of them, the gate of the cave closed rumblingly. The rattans in the cracks were all retracted. Everything returned to normal. Brother Ji sighed in a bitter smile. Although he didn't know what was good about the soil demanded by the strong man in the cave, he thought that this time it might be some good luck, but both of them showed light in their eyes. Look, he was very polite to Huang Taixian, and the three of them shook their heads straight out of the crack.
Follow Meng Hao's request to find this kind of mud.
Time passed, and half a month passed quickly. In this half month, Meng Hao has become more familiar with the Fengzheng technique. This technique is unpredictable, like turning everything into a demon, but in terms of words, it is not a point. It's a seal!
Sealing all things into demon for their own use, a positive word, contrary to evil, but reveals a domineering, it seems... if the master of demon seals upright, then the demon is recognized!
Every time it turns, I can feel that there is a seemingly non-existent aura between the world and the earth. This aura... It seems that as long as he wants to, he can correct it.
It's just that this demon has no spirit, it's just an unconscious aura that can be used by Meng Hao. This feeling is very strange, just like Meng Hao saw in the classics of Zi Yunzong.
"Everything in the world can become a demon..." Meng Hao's eyes showed faint light, his right hand raised his staring finger, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly pressed a finger to the ground of the cave.
"Feng Zheng!" As soon as the words were uttered, the cave mansion in front of Meng Hao instantly overlapped, and there was a faint aura, which was released from this cave mansion and from this low mountain in an instant.
This breath is weird and changeable. I feel it in Meng Hao, and I can't tell what it is, but he has a vague understanding that this is... the demon spirit of all things!
His eyes flickered, and Lingzhi Instantaneously merged into the breath, and his mind banged directly. Suddenly, his field of vision expanded infinitely, as if he had seen hundreds of miles around the low mountain.
Immersed in this fusion of spiritual knowledge and demon energy, he saw everything in the vicinity of three to four hundred miles. When he was about to take it back, suddenly, he looked at four hundred miles to the northwest, a piece of unusual rock mass. The ground, a voice that Meng Hao couldn't notice on weekdays, only in such a special state, could be noticed, came from this rocky land.
"Ji Cang is not dead, the old man does not close his eyes... Ji Cang... Even if you suppress the old man for another 30,000 years, the old man will never set foot on Xiantai!" The voice of vicissitudes, with sternness, whirled for nine days.
"Who is it!" The voice had just reverberated. Suddenly, the person who heard the voice spoke sharply. In Meng Hao, he felt that if there was a gaze like the mighty sky, he looked at himself in an instant.