boom!
In the early morning of this day, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air in a basin in this elegant environment, in an attic.
The roof of this attic has long since disappeared. Like a wreck, a large amount of black and gray can be seen. In these surroundings, there are now nearly a thousand monks, but no matter what they are doing, they seem to be used to such lightning.
The parrot was flying in the air, sometimes looking up at the sky, sighing as if he felt a little pity, but felt that he was kind, so he once again heartlessly trained the monks to practice its fairy formation.
"This formation is people-oriented. If the number of people exceeds a hundred, it can be shocked, if the number is over a thousand, it can be sleepy, but if the number is over a thousand, it can be sleepy.
I think that the five masters crossed the nine mountains and seas, with more than tens of millions of believers, who would dare not worship wherever they went! "Reminiscences appeared in the parrot's eyes, and it seemed to be very emotional, as if to restore the glory of the memory, so he trained these monks harder.
In the attic, Meng Hao's face was ugly, but even more ugly than his face was the lingering ancestor of the Li family.
"Ancestor, you are my ancestor, can you please let me go..."
"I can't bear it anymore, let Lei kill me directly..." The ancestor of the Li family wailed, his soul and body trembled, and he was going crazy these days.
Meng Hao didn't say a word. After taking away the soul of the ancestor of the Li family, he didn't even seem to have any interest in looking up at the sky. Even the lightning that appeared out of thin air was completely numb, but he was used to it a long time ago.
It is a kind of almost intuitive judgment that one hand is extremely proficient in summoning the ancestors of the Li family. As long as the lightning appears, the ancestors of the Li family will be summoned immediately.
It's just this kind of proficiency that Meng Hao can't be successful every time, and there are still times when he is a step slower. However, the heavy lessons of the thunder strike caused Meng Hao to make himself fast here. Achieve an almost perfect state.
Faintly, in such an environment, Meng Hao is slowly forming an intuition for thunder and lightning. Once this intuition is truly formed, it can become an instinct.
At this moment, Meng Hao couldn’t make his face calm, and looked a little ugly, but he was a lot better than the ancestor of the Li family who had been taken away. The ancestors of the Li family are still miserable, like a middle-aged monk who has lost all the power to move.
This monk was not from Motu, but from Ximo. It was the man with three totems on his body who was fainted by Meng Hao that day. After being brought here by Meng Hao, he sealed his body and started. Research.
Meng Hao likes to study, whether he was studying books and other pamphlets when he was a scholar, or after he stepped into the realm of comprehension, he began to study magic techniques and refine alchemy.
It seems that whenever he has time, he needs to study what he has learned, every time he has a lot of understanding.
This is the first time to study people.
This middle-aged monk, Meng Hao has been studying for three days, from the inside out, once there is something he doesn’t understand, he will tear it off more carefully, and in front of the other party, he must make it clear. It will stop for nothing.
These three days, for Meng Hao, the research was rewarding, and there were surprises, but for the middle-aged man, it was like a nightmare, as if he had gone to hell alive. The feeling is hard to describe. He From indifference, to sorrow, to curse and madness, until wailing, in the end, for Meng Hao, he felt that the other party was the most terrifying person in the entire cultivation world.
At this moment, Meng Hao was studying the blood of the middle-aged monk. He raised his right hand and directly scratched a long mark on the middle-aged man’s arm, which was full of wounds and scabs, and even a few pieces of meat was missing. Blood.
The blood was sent into a pill furnace, and the refining began.
The middle-aged man looked pale, his eyes were a little dull, and he was even more desperate. He didn't know how long he would have to endure such a day. His mind had already collapsed. Even yesterday, when Meng Hao suddenly wanted to study his brain, He was so frightened that he shed tears.
Fortunately, Meng Hao hesitated for a while and chose to give up.
Meng Hao has always had a strong interest in the West Desert totem. In many cases, Meng Hao's analysis found that this totem has the same power as a pill, and it is an external force.
For example, the condensate painting totem breakthrough, and the foundation to build the pill with the totem power, this kind of thing gave Meng Hao a lot of inspiration.
After becoming a perfect golden core mid-stage, Meng Hao had a hunch, as if he could break through sooner or later and become a late golden core, even this feeling was very strong, making him faintly aware of it, maybe the day’s calamity came again completely, and was After he passed it, he experienced the baptism of Heavenly Tribulation, and he could become the late stage of Dan formation.
However, even in the late stage of pill formation, he was not even sure about Yuan Ying Meng Hao. Yuan Ying was a huge step in front of most cultivators, and there were not many people who could surpass it.
Over the years, there have been a lot of people who can break through to become Nasal Infants in the late stage of pill formation. Although they seem to be many, it is because Nasal Nascent monks have a long life and the cumulative number has increased. In fact, each generation can actually become Nasal Infants. , Never much.
Moreover, the most important thing is that Meng Hao lacks the Tai Ling Sutra's golden pill scroll exercises. Without this exercise, it would be difficult to climb up to become a U.S. dollar infant.
It’s unrealistic to obtain the exercises. Meng Hao didn’t know where the Tai Ling Sutra gold core scroll was, until the totem of the West Desert monk, which gave Meng Hao a feeling that in this respect, he might be able to go out and reach the U.S. dollar infant. The way.
"Interesting, there is no totem in the blood." Meng Hao stared at the pill furnace in front of him, watching the blood in the pill furnace slowly turn into mist, and after it gradually dissipated, a ray of light appeared in his eyes.
"Skin, flesh, bones, blood are no exception, they are very common!" Meng Hao thoughtfully, when he looked down at the middle-aged man, the man immediately trembled in his heart, and when he was about to ask for mercy, Meng Hao's right hand Instantly fell, pressing the totem on his arm.
"Only this totem possesses a faint demon spirit, which is the so-called ninth mountain and sea origin." When Meng Hao raised his right hand, the middle-aged man wailed miserably, and his skin broke away from his arm, becoming After a layer of skin, when floating in Meng Hao's hands, the naked eye quickly withered and quickly disappeared.
"Once you leave the monk's body, the totem will disappear." Meng Hao waved his right hand and frowned.
"What on earth is a totem? The great demon of heaven and earth manifests?" Meng Hao raised his head and looked at the sky.
After a long time, Meng Hao waved his hand and immediately recovered the middle-aged man's blocked cultivation. He tremblingly got up and bowed before Meng Hao, his whole body trembling.
"You can go." Meng Hao said lightly.
To this middle-aged man, this sentence was like a fairy sound, and he was moved to shed tears again at this moment. He hurriedly left, galloping all the way, wishing to leave this nightmare area immediately.
After a long time, Meng Hao lowered his head again and smiled dumbly.
"It's because I'm too longing for it. Even if I can justify the demon spirit, I still need a lot of time to understand it. It's not a short-term understanding of it." Meng Hao muttered. A touch of firmness flashed in the depths. Since he wanted to fully understand the totem, he would never give up.
He lifted the storage bag with his right hand, and immediately a palm-sized khaki cloth appeared in Meng Hao's hand. It was very soft and more like some kind of special paper.
The edges are uneven, and this thing is what caused Meng Hao to become the ancestor of the golden light. After the parrot awoke, he immediately helped Meng Hao to refine the flag he had stolen, leaving only such a small piece of cloth.
"The rune paper used by the immortal can be of great benefit to me in understanding the runes of the ink soil." Meng Hao gently rubbed his left hand on it. During this period of time, after he became the golden light ancestor, the scope of his search for the immortal soil was even greater. Bigger, more manpower, and gains far beyond before.
A large amount of immortal soil was sent here. Before putting it, Meng Hao needed to understand, but now these immortal soils will be swallowed as soon as they touch this talisman paper, making the immortal soil no longer there. This extraordinary power.
As it continued to swallow, some faint marks gradually appeared on this rune.
Meng Hao believes that with the passage of time, as long as the fairyland is enough, runes will reappear on this rune paper sooner or later, and as he continues to understand, once he has mastered this rune, even if he only has a small amount of it. Some of them are also amazing magical powers.
This is what Meng Hao prepared for himself. When he enters Yuan Ying in the future, he will be a unique magic!
In the early morning of the next day, Meng Hao put away his talisman paper, took out his time wooden sword, and began to sacrifice again. Since coming to Motu, Meng Hao has always been refining the treasure of time. At this moment, his This wooden sword already possesses the power of three years.
In addition, the other two Jiazi, one Jiazi Chunqiu wood, Meng Hao's storage bag also has a lot.
"The treasure of the years of Yijiazi is not too difficult to refine. It can be made at a certain price, but when it is two, there is only a 30% chance of success. Once it fails, everything is in vain.
This is not terrible. The terrible thing is that the three-year-old treasure is less than half of the time... If it weren't for me to have a bronze mirror, I'm afraid it would be difficult to make one for a lifetime. "Meng Hao looked at a wooden sword emitting blue light in his hand. This wooden sword seemed to have a stream of water swimming, emitting a dazzling light. With a slight wave, it could set off ripples. Wherever the ripples pass, all around The building began to decay.
When he was about to take it away, suddenly Meng Hao raised his head fiercely, and after taking a long look at the distance, he frowned.
"Dongluo family, can't press it anymore?" Meng Hao pondered his spiritual consciousness dispersed and found the parrot. After passing a word, his body became blurred. If overlapping figures appeared, it quickly turned into Two Meng Hao, one cross-legged, one stood up and disappeared into the earth.
With a wave of his right hand, he immediately flew out from the ground where he was cross-legged, nine wooden swords cut out by Chunqiu wood, and then shuttled around.
These wooden swords are mostly one-piece, among them there are three two-pieces. At this moment, they are surrounded by the only three-piece wooden sword in the middle of the air, forming a lotus shape between them.
With the tip of the sword outside, the ripples are visible to the naked eye like a vortex, rotating around the shape of the lotus flower. With the rapid rotation of the shape of the lotus sword, the attic where Meng Hao is located wilted quickly, and in a blink of an eye it became fly ash and dissipated around the basin. At this moment, the breath of the cultivator also exudes the meaning of vicissitudes and decay. The more than a thousand monks here are shocked, all rushed out, and stared blankly at Meng Hao, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, with the lotus on top of his head spinning. And the whole basin is decayed.
At this moment, the bright moon came out, and the moonlight fell on ten swords, reflecting the silver light, like a blooming lotus, strange and beautiful... It became an unforgettable picture for everyone here.
In the picture, the lotus blossoms, the ancestor looked up calmly under the flower, and the ancestor's slight voice echoed.
"This is the sword formation, my age sword formation!"