The big head stared at Meng Hao, and a sense of powerlessness appeared in his heart. After several days of fleeing, he was constantly chased and killed, and the despair after asking for help again and again made the big head's mind exhausted. It was even more due to repeated bans. He was unable to recover from his original injury, and it became more serious. The cultivation base that can be launched at this moment is only about two or three levels in the heyday.
With this kind of cultivation level, facing the present one who destroyed hundreds of people in his group, and killed many of the repairmen who asked for help, Meng Hao could not afford the slightest resistance and struggle.
Fleeing means death, and not fleeing means death. Since both left and right are dead, it is better to be vigorous.
This is what the big head thinks at this moment. He stared at Meng Hao. Almost the moment Meng Hao spoke, he let out a low growl, not shot, not blew himself up, but turned all his depression during this period into a roar. Roar loudly.
"Old man Ouyang, even if he is dead, he will never bow to a villain like you. Today, the old man can die, but a few years later, the old man is still a generation of monks!
You can’t reverse reincarnation even when the soul is scattered. The old man can’t decide how to live, but he can decide how to die. Your thunderous evil this day..." The big head roared loudly, but the words just said the beginning, full of grievances just showing signs of venting. ,sudden…
The wind and the sun are beautiful, there is no dark cloud in the sky, and suddenly, without any signs, a flash of lightning appeared from the void in an instant, and went straight to Meng Hao. The speed was so fast that it came suddenly, and it didn't give people the slightest response. Opportunity, with a bang, it hit Meng Hao's hat directly.
The electric light wandered around the hat, and some spread to Meng Hao's body, making Meng Hao's body hair instantly stand up, and at the same time, a wisp of blue smoke came out of his hat.
It seems that even Cangtian feels that Meng Hao's pursuit and killing like this is immoral, and he adopts the words that the big head snarled before, and the sky thunders and strikes...
The big head was stunned. He stared at Meng Hao blankly. This was the second time he saw the thunder falling on the opponent for no reason. The power of the thunder just seemed ordinary, but it was actually enough to destroy it. Kill a monk in the early stage of alchemy.
"Retribution, the sky thunders, this is the retribution of your villain!" After the big head shivered, he laughed. Meng Hao's face was a bit ugly. He had already seen that the big-headed monk in front of him had no fighting spirit and would not be there. Continue to flee, but the bottom of his heart is now focusing more on the sky.
"This is the second time!" The unpleasant feeling in Meng Hao's heart became stronger. In less than half a month, two waves of thunder came silently, fast and suddenly, like No matter where they are, no matter what the time, they come at any time, and every lightning has the aura of heaven.
This breath may be difficult for outsiders to detect, but Meng Hao's familiarity with the catastrophe is extremely certain at this moment, and this thunder is the robbery.
"Why is this happening? There are two times, is there a third time, or even more..." Meng Hao thought of this, and suddenly a sentence appeared in his mind. After the parrot fell asleep that day, the skin was frozen into a hat before resting. It was said that it and the parrot also helped people through the robbery back then, but it was a matter of being hunted down.
"Could it be... Is this the sequelae of their thunder crossing? There will always be thunder coming down from time to time?" Meng Hao looked ugly, retracted his gaze, and fell on the big head.
"How do you choose to die?" When Meng Hao spoke faintly, immediately between the tumbling soil below him, fierce vines flew out, surrounded all around, and did not come close, but the heads of the heads were cracked. , Exposing the sharp teeth and the large amount of mucus that shed.
The crimson color, the strange swing, the terrifying look, and the breath of the fishy wind make people feel shocked when they look at it.
"Old man..." The big head sneered and glanced at Meng Hao contemptuously, with an arrogant expression, suddenly raising his right hand, about to place a palm on his forehead.
It's not that he doesn't have the heart to survive, but he knows that the other side's killing is very difficult for him to escape this catastrophe. If this is the case, he will die hard.
But at the moment he was about to take a photo with his right hand, suddenly, the wind and the calm sky, suddenly there was another lightning bolt, and it went straight to Meng Hao. The lightning speed was so fast that it was close to the top of Meng Hao's head in an instant. Less than three feet away.
But the two previous thunders had caused Meng Hao to stare at the sky a little bit earlier at this moment. Almost at the moment when the lightning fell, Meng Hao patted the storage with his right hand, and when he suddenly raised it, it was already in his hand. A translucent soul body.
This soul body is the ancestor of the Li family. There is a thread connecting him with the scarlet mask in Meng Hao’s storage bag, making this ancestor of the Li family like duckweed without roots. Even though he goes out, he can’t escape. Life and death are in Meng Haoyi. Between reading.
At the moment when he was taken out, the ancestor of the Li family was still at a loss. This was the first time he had forgotten how many years he himself had seen the sky outside, but before he could feel anything, he was thrown into the air by Meng Xiang.
The thunder roars directly on the soul body of the ancestor of the Li family, and the screams screamed fiercely. The ancestor of the Li family trembled and screamed in pain and anger. His soul almost broke. The frightened ancestor Li did not hesitate to do anything. The price, hurry up.
Once dispersed, it means that he has really disappeared from then on.
His dazedness disappeared, as if being forcibly reversed, he roared in anger at this moment, gritted his teeth and looked at Meng Hao in midair. If that kind of hatred could kill people, he would definitely bite Meng Hao to death with one bite| alive.
This time there were not only two thunders, but within the next few breaths, a fourth lightning flashed from the roar, but before it fell, the expressionless Meng Hao was thrown out by the ancestor of the Li family.
All the lightning fell on the ancestors of the Li family, causing the ancestors of the Li family to scream again and again. Fortunately, his soul is full and he has endured the torture of skin freezing. It seems weak, but in fact, he has a lot of resistance.
After the roar, the ancestor of the Li family was almost illusory, but before he could catch his breath, the fifth bolt of lightning crashed down, screaming and screaming, and the big head was dumbfounded.
For the first time in his eyes, he showed fear in front of Meng Hao. He was extremely sympathetic to the soul body. In his opinion, this Meng Hao in front of him was indeed the cruelest monk in the world, who did almost every evil, and was indignant.
"This soul body is already like this, but he is still tortured like this, how much hatred and hatred there is between them, looking at the way this soul body looks, it is estimated that the soul is flying away now." The big head secretly sighed, thinking about Meng Hao. Evil, this idea is deeply ingrained.
"This person must be greedy for life and fear of death, and did not act decisively, so he was captured by this cruel cultivation, and the old man is determined and never cares about this. Even if he is captured, he will only endure some short torture before the soul is scattered. "The big head said arrogantly in his heart, he was about to slap his forehead, but immediately after that, his body trembled suddenly, and his previous thoughts immediately collapsed.
He opened his eyes wide, with unbelievable and more intense fear, because when he saw that the soul body seemed to be completely collapsed in the thunder and lightning, suddenly, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with purple light, and he spit out when he opened his mouth. A golden breath, this breath contains Meng Hao's vitality, although it is not much, but after integrating into the soul of the ancestor of the Li family, he still recovered a little from his injury.
But almost just after recovery, the sixth lightning roared, and the screams came out again. The ancestors of the Li family showed sorrow and despair in their eyes. It was the despair that could not survive.
In this scene, the big head was numb, his complexion was pale, his body was faintly trembling, and the rhetoric that was about to be spoken was swallowed as he spit in the abdomen, as well as the right hand that was raised to be photographed. At this moment, he was also subconscious. Putting down, the arrogance in the eyes was replaced by a pair of despair.
Because he suddenly thought of himself, even if he died after taking a selfie like this, as a monk, there are too many ways to refine his soul in the short time before death.
Even if he blew himself up, seeing Meng Hao's skill in torturing the soul, the big head felt that his choice of death might not be a real relief.
He may not be afraid of death, but he is afraid that life is better than death.
Meng Hao didn't pay attention to the big head in front of him at all, and directly ignored. What he cares about now is the thunder of the sky, and his eyes are always watching the soul of the ancestors of the Li family.
He discovered that when the Li family’s ancestor’s soul body was about to collapse, there were a lot of scattered thunders that gradually merged into his soul. That’s why Meng Hao’s previous vitality allowed him to recover. This time the recovery was seen in Meng Hao. , There is more thunder in the soul of the ancestor of the Li family.
"Refining thunder soul... It seems that this thunder soul really needs to be refined!" Meng Hao blinked, and continued to wait for the thunder until half a pillar of incense passed. After the last lightning came, he was absorbed by the ancestors of the Li family. Only then was he dying, and the ancestor of the Li family, who had madly cursed Meng Hao, was put into the scarlet mask.
This was thoughtful, turned his head to look at the big head, raised his right hand, and was about to kill the person directly, letting the cane swallow him to refine his practice.
After all, this big head had a firm attitude before, holding a mortal heart, Meng Hao pondered that it was impossible to truthfully tell him what he needed to inherit.
But at the moment Meng Hao's right hand was raised, his big head and body shuddered abruptly, and there was tension and intense fear on his face for an instant.
"Friends of Daoism... Hearing my words, I know where the sects of the three major sects are located, and there are a lot of resources in the treasure chest inside these three sects!
Everything in my strange things sect, I would like to give away to fellow daoists.
Even me, fellow Daoist, will never frown, even if it's the sword of war! "The big-headed monk hurriedly spoke. He was really scared at this moment. Thinking of Meng Hao's methods, he felt trembling all over. He didn't want his soul to be tortured like this after death.
Meng Hao was taken aback and glanced at the big-headed monk. This look immediately caused the big-headed monk to breathe quickly and become more nervous. He knelt down with a puff, and made a vicious oath with a resolute expression on his face. A wisp of soul blood was sent out, and once Meng Hao received the soul blood, his life and death could be determined.
The big head believes that only by being so decisive can he truly escape this disaster.
Meng Hao thought about it for a moment. After thinking of the reason, he looked at the big head with a smile, and after a while, he raised his right hand to hold the soul blood.
"Tell me the details of your weird inheritance." Meng Hao said lightly.