The big head is bitter in his heart, but now, in order to survive, he can only show a willing look on his face and obediently take out a small can from the storage bag.
This small pot is only the size of a fist, and there are some small holes on it. After being taken out, the wind blew through. From these small holes, whimpering sounds immediately sounded. These sounds did not sound unusual, even in Meng Hao. Go, this little pot is also extremely ordinary, and there is nothing strange in the spiritual sense.
If this big-headed monk was killed by Meng Hao and took his storage bag, even if Meng Hao personally took the small pot in his hand, he would most likely see it as some kind of musical instrument. Care about but ignore.
As if fearing that this object would cause Meng Hao's misunderstanding, the big-headed monk hurriedly bit his left index finger and quickly smeared nine of the dozens of small holes in the small pot, one by one in a certain order.
It was like a lock unknown to Meng Hao. At the moment when the big head was opened, a black light burst out from the small pot. There is no wind around it, but there is still a strange whimper in the small pot. The sound came out.
At the same time, bursts of runes appeared on the small pot in an instant, wandering around, a cold breath spreading from the small pot in an instant.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, looked at the small pot, raised a finger with his right hand, and immediately the black pot flew towards Meng Hao and fell into Meng Hao's palm, where he stared carefully.
Gradually, Meng Hao was a little moved. He found that the little pot at this moment, and the runes on it, seemed to have become souls roaring sternly, and after staring at it, there was a faint sense of inheritance, revealing himself. In my mind.
"This is a treasure I accidentally found in a ruin in my early years. This treasure was originally seen on a human body, but there were two one-horned demon cultivators above his head, and a cracked one. The jade slip, I saw the jade slip once, and it shattered by itself.
The jade slip recorded the method of opening the Yinfeng Can, stating that the demon cultivator himself came from a place on the Fourth Mountain, and left the inheritance before he died. "The big monk spoke cautiously, not daring to have the slightest secret, for fear that Meng Hao would not believe it.
If the big-headed monk hadn't mentioned the Fourth Mountain, Meng Hao might be really hesitant, but after hearing the words Fourth Mountain, his eyes flashed imperceptibly.
The affairs of Jiushanhai are not known to ordinary monks. According to Meng Hao's analysis, it is absolutely rare to know the affairs of Jiushanhai on this land.
He kept quiet, after putting away the small pot, he glanced at the big monk.
The big monk immediately became nervous and hurriedly spoke in a low voice.
"Friends of Daoist, if it takes a long time for the Treasure Pavilion of the three great sects, I will talk about it, but the other two sects know of the death of the ancestor, I am afraid that the disciples of the sect will carve up the treasure pavilion, you See if we can go there quickly?" The big head finished speaking, looking at Meng Hao with anxiety.
At this moment, behind the two of them, hundreds of Changhong roared from a distance, and they looked amazing from a distance, and as they approached, the big head became more nervous.
For Meng Hao, he was completely afraid to the extreme. The anxiety at this moment came from the heart, and even if there was a chance to choose, he would never provoke the evil star in front of him.
Even if it is provoked, he will definitely not break the opponent's formation, maybe even in order to save his life, he will immediately attack the other two ancestors.
At this moment, Meng Hao only glanced at these thoughts, and he immediately felt it clearly. After a moment of hesitation, Meng Hao nodded.
Datou breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but soon became anxious again. This time he was really worried that the other two groups would be divided up in advance. Not long after, the two turned into Changhong and went straight to Dongluo City.
A few days later, outside Dongluo City, a white snow-capped mountain exuded a yellow light, which enveloped the entire mountain. From a distance, the snow in the mountain and the light outside the mountain made the white and yellow intertwined. It looks wonderful, but after a closer look, it feels uncoordinated again.
Outside of this mountain, Meng Hao stood there and didn't make any shots at all. It was the big head and the bald guy who was one of the nine repairers of Moshan who had submitted to Meng Hao. In addition to them, there were hundreds of others who followed Meng Hao all the way. The monk, overwhelming the sky, the roaring sound alarmed everyone.
The big head worked so hard, his eyes were red, and I wish he could break the light curtain immediately, as did the bald guy beside him. The fear of Meng Hao here turned into a desire to do meritorious service in his heart, and the two were in different directions. , As if to compete, continue to develop various means.
Under the hard work of these two people, in the siege of hundreds of monks, they only persisted for about a stick of incense, and then collapsed suddenly. The light curtain became yellow fragments, and after an instant fragmentation, it was exposed. The white snow-capped mountains inside.
There was no need to kill anymore. At the moment when the light curtain shattered, the Han Shui Sect, one of the three major sects, had nearly a hundred monks in it, and all chose to submit.
After giving away the savings of the sect and the treasure pavilion respectfully, Meng Hao's team grew to nearly six hundred people and went to another sect.
This time he blasted faster, but he encountered resistance. It was a middle-aged man with three totems on his body. This man was taller. When he shot, there were mountains and rivers outside his body, and even more poisonous scorpions roared and roared. When he chose to submit, he made a violent move and tried to escape after killing several disciples who took the lead in proposing submissions.
But as soon as he escaped from the blockade, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with cold light, and he stepped forward to directly appear in front of the middle-aged man, raising his right hand with a light punch.
The sound of the roar suddenly shook the sky, the middle-aged man spewed out a big mouthful of blood, with spitefulness in his eyes, but before he could continue to use any spells, Meng Hao's right hand punched again, instead of smashing the person, but controlling Xiu. For, fainted with a shock.
And the last Wonder Sect was the smoothest, with a big head. This Wonder Sect did not open the protection at all, but more than 100 people in the clan greeted Meng Hao's arrival.
The gate of the Qiwuzong was built in a basin surrounded by mountains and forests. It was very elegant and self-contained. After seeing it, Meng Hao temporarily lived here.
A few days later, both the parrot and the skin jelly were awakened. When they saw 700 or 800 people here, the parrot became excited, flapping its wings and roaring sharply. Training of a hundred monks.
As for the skin jelly, he lay lazily on the head of anyone he saw pleasing to the eye, contemptuously and repeatedly ridiculed.
Meng Hao also asked them about two things about thunder in the clear sky, but every time he spoke, the parrot and the skin jelly would look around and leave Meng Hao as quickly as possible.
It was not until Meng Hao was enthusiastic about the parrot that the parrot, who felt that his dignity had been severely challenged, uttered the words that made Meng Hao look ugly.
"What's this? The fifth master delayed the catastrophe, but there will always be some missing. Anyway, it won't die. At most, there will be lightning falling."
After speaking, the parrot flapped its wings and left as quickly as possible.
Only Meng Hao frowned in the closed room where this strange thing belonged to the big head.
The time flies, and half a month has passed. In the past half month, the name of the golden ancestor has completely risen in this area of ink soil. Although it has not spread too far, almost everyone in the vicinity of the monks Know the name Jinguang ancestor.
According to legend, the ancestors of the golden light like to kill the monks, take the wine off the stage, swallow the pills, do no evil, and are extremely cruel. This kind of title becomes more and more exaggerated. In the end, it almost makes the people around you talk about it The degree of discoloration.
A generation of fierce golden light ancestors directly established a strong position in the vicinity.
It made everyone feel at risk, especially ten days ago, one of the eight remaining cultivation families in the Nine Cities Alliance was suddenly attacked by the Motu Palace and completely wiped out. After the entire city changed hands overnight, Motu Palace issued a general order to the entire Motu.
Declaring the people of Motu, from now on, Motu Palace is the only power, and it has launched a lore to kill the other seven families in the Nine Leagues.
The war is truly open!
A great chaos will follow, and when everyone is in danger, the forces here in Meng Hao suddenly become a safe haven, attracting more and more monks around to join, and some of them are in the Pill Formation Realm.
These things happened in half a month, and the city of Dongluo was almost empty, and the eyes of the Dongluo family gradually fell on the nearly 1,000 people in Meng Hao's place.
After a few more days, the name Jinguangjiao spread, and it became the most powerful force in the vicinity of Dongluo City, except for the Dongluo family!
In this war, Meng Hao's power has grown to nearly a thousand people, and at the same time it has become more and more powerful, it can be regarded as a firm foothold!
And these things, Meng Hao doesn’t know much, almost all of them are the claims of parrots and Jelly. Both of them seem to have great fun in recruiting monks. Jelly feels that it can melt a thousand people at once, for himself. It will be an unprecedented life experience, enough to make it proud of it in the next life.
As for the parrot, it was obviously listening to a thousand people chanting to the Five Lords at the same time, the voice of gaining immortality, which would make its whole body unfurled and enjoy it very much.
I have forgotten about the past half a month, almost every few days, lightning and thunder will suddenly fall on Meng Hao's retreat.