Meng Hao was in front, and the more than one hundred monks were behind, whizzing away, forming a cloud in the sky, with amazing aura.
In Meng Hao's spiritual sense, he clearly sensed that these three escaped ancestors chose different directions, and each one was fast, obviously using secret techniques.
"Three directions..." Meng Hao snorted coldly, raised his right hand to the ground, and immediately buzzed. Outsiders looked as usual, but when Meng Hao saw it, there was an overlapping ghost, followed by a lot of monster energy. The whistling came, and when he was in front of Meng Hao, he quickly condensed.
In a blink of an eye, it turned into two vague bodies, unable to see clearly, a mass of vagueness, only the breath can be seen scattered, as for other people, it is empty.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed, his right hand was raised with a wave, and the two blood bodies turned into red lights and appeared. When they were in front of Meng Hao, they became two figures. After fusing with the monster body, they immediately became astonishing.
This is what Meng Hao can think of, the method of fusion of demon energy and blood body, in this way, it is equivalent to his external incarnation, not only can be controlled by his consciousness, but also can be sent and received from the heart.
Although it is not as good as the deity in combat power, this fusion of blood body and demon energy can explode to a certain degree in a short period of time. If the ancestors of these three sects are in their heyday, they are naturally invincible.
But now Meng Hao has long seen that, except for the big-headed monk, the remaining two of these three have suffered five hardships and seven injuries, and their cultivation bases have been severely damaged. .
At this time, Meng Hao is confident that his incarnation can kill the opponent!
And with Meng Hao’s current spiritual sense, two such incarnations can be manipulated. If there is an accident, there are ways to make up. At this moment, consciousness spreads. The two incarnations, which are formed by the fusion of blood body and demon energy, instantly move in two directions. Whistling away.
Under Meng Hao's arrangement, more than a hundred monks behind him also dispersed and turned into three waves. Two waves followed the two incarnations and galloped far away.
And Meng Hao raised his head, and his spiritual sense locked onto the big-headed monk with a storage bag among the three ancestors. During his steps, he took more than fifty people and went straight ahead.
"After killing Meng for a few days, and blasting my cave mansion formation, how could you run away like this!" There was a murderous flash in Meng Hao's eyes. As these people are suspicious of coming to die, Meng Hao will not be softened.
Moreover, the most important thing is that they saw a scene that they shouldn't have watched, and when they saw this scene, there was only death!
With murderous intent, Meng Hao galloped in an instant.
At this moment, in another direction, the red-haired old man looked pale and sprinted to escape. The previous scenes are now revolving in his mind, from chasing to breaking the formation, and then to the catastrophe, and then hundreds of people died in an instant.
There are cracks in his own pill formation, and it is even more seriously injured. Today, only 40% to 50% of the ten% cultivation base can be used, and the most important thing is that the storage bag is empty, there is no pill, no magic weapon, and nothing to recover. .
A sense of sadness emerged in the heart of the red-haired old man, and turned into a strong regret in his heart. He regretted the act of chasing and killing him, but before that, he would never have thought that such a reversal would happen.
"You must escape as soon as possible, practice in retreat, and wait for your cultivation level to recover in the future, and then gather other fellow daoists to kill this person together!" The red-haired old man's eyes were cruel, and he believed that as long as he told him about the other party's refining golden pill , Throughout Motu, there will be too many monks chasing them away.
And it's very likely that some Nascent Soul bosses will be attracted. At that time, even if they have three heads and six arms, they will definitely die.
The red-haired old man's eyes flashed with blood, and he swiftly moved forward in a whistling, but suddenly his heart jumped, a strong crisis filled his mind, and his forward body forcibly turned to the side without hesitation.
Almost at the moment when his body reversed its movement, a flash of blood whizzed past him. The speed was so fast that ripples were set off, making the red-haired old man's complexion change and his heart beating. It was just that moment, if he avoided it. Slightly slower, I'm afraid it's a head collapse at this moment!
"Broken!" Seeing that the roar penetrated from the red-haired old man, it dispersed into nothingness, and a cold voice came out.
At the moment this sound fell, the red light that immediately dispersed into the void suddenly collapsed, turning into a shock and ripples, and rolled violently to the surroundings. Amidst the resounding rumbling sound, the red-haired old man was the first to bear the brunt. When he suddenly retreated, he spouted a large mouthful of blood, his complexion became paler, and he turned around abruptly.
He saw a blood-colored figure all over, with blood-colored hair, blood-colored robes, and blood-colored skin, walking slowly from a distance, and even on this blood-colored figure, there was also a red-haired old man who couldn’t see it. But he can feel the strong breath, which is strange and changeable, but it exudes, but it forms an intuition that scares him.
Cultivation base can't see through!
In the eyes of this blood-colored figure, it seems that there is no god, but when you look carefully, it seems to have agility. It is very strange, making the red-haired old man unable to tell the blood-colored figure in front of him for a while. The repair is still a puppet.
"Who is your Excellency!" The red-haired old man felt aggrieved in his heart. With his cultivation level, he would not have cared so much in his heyday, but now he is injured too badly and his storage bag is empty. Everything is extremely detrimental to him.
"I forgot about Meng so soon? Isn't it the end of the world, you have to chase to death." The blood body's eyes fluctuated, revealing the light of clarity, and that gaze belongs to Meng Hao.
At the moment when these words came out, the red-haired old man's complexion finally changed drastically, and his body quickly retreated without hesitation, and his heart was already shocked.
"It's him, but... But how could he have such a puppet? Is this still a puppet? This is... Isn't this... an external incarnation?" Thinking of these four words, the red-haired old man buzzed in his mind, his face was already Bloodless, incarnate outside, that's not a magic technique that can be mastered by the cultivator of pill formation, this is a magical power, it is a magical power that can only be possessed by the cultivator of Nascent Soul!
Just as the red-haired old man was escaping, suddenly, the sound of running came out, among the layers of black fog and whirlpool, around him, the more than fifty monks who were followed by the legend of the parrot The formation enveloped.
"What kind of guy did I provoke..." The red-haired old man's scalp was numb, his eyes were desperate, and he was even more crazy.
At the same time, in another direction in this area, the ancestor of the Han River Sect, the old man with a pocky face, at this moment also had similar words in his heart with a bitter expression on his face.
He was surrounded by a red mist. Outside the red mist, there was a foggy wind formed by more than fifty monks running. On the opposite side of him, there was a figure in a blood robe. To a pair of bloody eyes.
There was no emotion in this eye, only indifference and ruthlessness.
The old man with a pocky face was pale, his cultivation base was the weakest of the three, although he was in the late stage of alchemy, but now under severe injuries, the cracks in the alchemy in his body are pervasive, and the strength of his cultivation is only about 30%. .
"This matter is a misunderstanding, next..." The pocky-faced old man hesitated for a moment. When he was about to speak, the roar echoed, and the fog instantly flooded the surrounding area.
In the other direction, Meng Hao's expression was calm, and his figure was like a rainbow in the air. In front of him, the big-headed monk had a numb scalp and was struggling to move forward quickly.
Blood was spurted from time to time. The big-headed monk did not know what secret technique was unfolded, and the speed was getting faster and faster. When Meng Hao was pursuing the back, he frowned. He found that even if he did his best, he still couldn't catch up with the opponent. Keep a certain distance.
"What kind of magic did this person use to achieve this speed!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his right hand suddenly raised and pointed forward.
"Demon Seal, the eighth ban!" The moment Meng Hao's fingers fell, the world around him immediately overlapped, and a strange force suddenly dispersed, and went straight to the big-headed monk.
It fell on the big-headed monk in an instant, causing his complexion to change drastically, but then, to Meng Hao's surprise, the big-headed monk spewed a mouthful of blood. I don't know what method was used, and the confinement of his body only lasted. In an instant, he broke free in an instant.
This scene made Meng Hao a little moved.
"Damn, this person's cultivation has just broken through to become the middle stage of the pill formation. Although he has cultivated the pill energy, how can he be so abnormal! What kind of technique was that just now, forcing me to use the inheritance forbidden technique!" The big head monk said in his heart. Trembling, he seemed relaxed in the scene just now, but in fact this inheritance tightening technique hurt him tremendously, and his injury worsened severely at this moment.
"Don't go on like this. If you go on like this, you don't need this person to act. Sooner or later, I will be injured and die!" The big-headed monk gritted his teeth and stopped abruptly as he moved forward. He slapped the storage with his right hand and immediately took out most of it. The white rice grains waved outward.
Pinching the Jue with both hands, point continuously.
"The light of rice grains, transform into heavenly soldiers!" As his words came out, the roar immediately echoed, and the rice grains were connected together instantly, like a big river, the color changed rapidly, and after it became black, there was a banging sound. Suddenly more than a hundred evil spirits turned out.
The big-headed monk's neck was purple-red, and his big head was sweaty. He was breathing fast, and using this spell made his injury heavier. At this moment, blood was spurting out, and his eyes were hideous.
He doesn't want to kill the opponent, only hopes to stop it.
But at the moment when more than a hundred evil spirits appeared and roared at Meng Hao, Meng Hao spoke lightly.
"Small bugs." As he spoke, the pill energy burst on his head, and the golden pill energy instantly turned into a starry sky. As the golden stars gleamed, golden light radiated out rapidly, and went straight to the hundreds of evil spirits.
The roar echoed, the more than a hundred evil spirits could not stop Meng Hao at all, all of them disappeared one by one in a screaming scream. The big-headed monk who looked at this scene was pale and retreated suddenly, but Meng Hao's right hand was already raised. Up, it's about to fall.
The big-headed monk showed madness in his eyes, as if desperately, pinching his left hand, and quickly taking out the magic weapon from the storage bag with his right hand. His heart was bitter, but now he must fight desperately to bring out the vitality that may exist.