The sky of the black earth, it was dusk at this moment, and Meng Hao's figure whizzed by in the air. The speed was so fast that it turned into a blue meteor and went straight to the distance.
This is the seventh day he left Dongluo City. According to the map on the jade slip, Meng Hao didn’t stop and drove on his way. After all, Motu rarely saw that kind of large-scale teleportation array. Everywhere he went, he needed to go at his own speed. Hurry up.
During the seven days, lightning fell from time to time. Amid the screams of the ancestors of the Li family, Meng Hao was unscathed. At this moment, there was a ruin below him. In mid-air, Meng Hao could vaguely see a lot of corpses in the flames.
This is the fifth ruin that Meng Hao has seen in the past seven days. In silence, he just about to leap over here, he suddenly gave a cold snort, his eyes showed cold light, his right hand was lifted and suddenly flew out of the ground. Feijian stopped more than ten feet away from Meng Hao's body in an instant.
"Shoot!" In the ruins on the ground, someone immediately heard a cold voice, and then seven or eight Changhongs appeared directly, and they went straight to Meng Hao in the air. Among the seven or eight people, there was a late pill formation stage, and two others were knots. During the middle period of the pill, the rest is the early period of pill formation. Such a team of eight people must not be underestimated anywhere, and when all of them fly out at this moment, they are immediately shocking.
It's just that, except for the monk in the late stage of the formation of alchemy, everyone else has eyes and no spirits. Although the cultivation base is strong, the action is a little stiff, like a puppet.
When they were approaching Meng Hao, the eight people shot at the same time, the magic weapon and the magic technique were directly transformed into a colorful, and moreover, it was enveloped by the thing of the flying sword and the treasure. When they were approaching Meng Hao, Meng Hao frowned and the blood flashed. The technique revolves in the bottom of the heart, and the body disappears for a moment, and when it appears, it is already outside the crowd.
This is not teleport, but at short distances, the speed is extremely amazing.
The roar echoed, and at the moment Meng Hao disappeared, the eight people had already bombarded the place where he was before, and a beam of light rose directly from the ground. The location of this beam was exactly where Meng Hao was before.
Meng Hao's expression sank, these people's actions were murderous, and he was pretty sure that he had never seen these people before today.
"Mo Tu, has the chaos reached this level." Meng Hao frowned. At this moment, the eight people also noticed Meng Hao's disappearance. When they suddenly turned around, they all looked at Meng Hao. The monk in the late stage of the formation of alchemy snorted coldly, and a look of hideousness appeared in his eyes.
"In the middle of the pill formation, there are quite a few spells, but since you have met me, you will become my puppet obediently. With you, the puppet, I will be able to protect myself in Motu. A little bit more." The cultivator raised his right hand with a wave of the late pill formation, and suddenly the other seven people around him, with numbness and godlessness, went straight to Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's right eye flickered for a few moments, and some of his body's cultivation base blended into his right eye. In an instant, the world before his eyes changed suddenly. Under this immortal pupil technique, Meng Hao immediately saw the seven knots that rushed in. A large number of silk threads were wrapped around the monk's body, and these silk threads were all in the hands of the monk who was at the end of the pill formation stage.
It seems that everyone else has become a puppet, controlled by him, like a puppet.
Seeing these people coming quickly, Meng Hao raised his right hand and cut through his fingertips. When the blood came out, he pointed forward with gloomy coldness. Under this finger, the world immediately became bloody, and the roar instantly shocked the sky. A strong blood qi spread instantly, turning into a shock, and went straight to the seven monks who were coming in front.
In the loud rumbling sound, blood was like a dragon, shaking nothingness, the seven monks all spewed blood, and when they staggered backwards, at the moment when the monk's complexion changed in the late stage of the formation of alchemy, Meng Hao took a step forward. A flash of blood appeared, and in a flash, he appeared next to the cultivator in the late stage of the formation of alchemy. Without any hesitation or pity, Meng Hao's blood finger on his right hand pressed the center of the cultivator's eyebrows.
With a finger drop, blood poured into the monk's body instantly, causing his whole body to tremble, his blue veins bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot. After shaking his body for a few times, he collapsed and exploded with a boom.
Meng Hao flicked his sleeve, and the flesh and blood did not fall on him. He killed a late period of alchemy, running through clouds and flowing water, and cleanly. With the death of this late period of alchemy monk, the other seven people around also trembled, one by one. Qi Qiao bleeds, one after another is out of breath.
Meng Hao frowned and put away the storage bags of these people. This battle was a bit inexplicable.
"It seems that everyone in Motu at this moment is in danger. If there are people who are alone and feel that they are strong enough, then they don't need any reason. All they need is the death of the opponent, which can become the nourishment for their own growth." Meng Hao After shaking his body, he left here, galloping in the direction of Saint Snow City.
"I hope that the Hanxue family in Shengxue City hasn't changed much, otherwise, because only they can make the Xuehan Silkworm, my plan will fail." Meng Hao really felt the chaos of Motu and moved forward. Is faster.
A few days later, in a mountainous area, the roar echoed, and murderous intent appeared in Meng Hao's eyes. There were more than a dozen monks around him who came to fight with each other. Where Meng Hao passed, heads fluttered, killing all the way directly. After the incense sticks, when Meng Hao left, the monks in this area had completely died.
These people were killed because a few days ago, when Meng Hao took out the pill and swallowed it to restore his speed on the road, that scene was seen by a monk, and it attracted the greed of these nearby monks.
Time passed slowly, and more than half a month passed in a blink of an eye. Meng Hao went forward alone, encountering a lot of crises. In the end, he simply used bloody means, but when he encountered those who provoke him, he killed him. He took his head from the back and made it float in the back with a spell, killing all the way, all the heads.
In the end, as the number of human heads increased, dozens of heads floated behind him. Some of these heads had withered, and some had not much blood dripping.
This method finally shocked a lot of Xiao Xiaojun, and it made Meng Hao much quieter here, and almost no one came to provoke him.
Even the really thoughtful monks gave up their thoughts after seeing the miserable heads.
A few more days later, Meng Hao left Dongluo City. Now it has been a month. He has almost traversed Motu and saw the chaos of Motu along the way. It was the monks’ disorderly madness. After the palace’s army and the Nine Leagues fought one after another, the flames of war were released.
This kind of chaos is a more naked|naked, weak food, no need to cover up, no need to scrupulously, only the strong can survive, and the weak are to serve the strong.
In the Nine Leagues and Nine Cities, there were only four remaining in this month. The others were either destroyed or returned to the Motu Palace, or they chose to relocate and seek refuge. Faced with the Motu Palace with the help of the West Desert monks, the Nine Leagues It's hard to fight.
Even yesterday, Meng Hao heard about the siege of Saint Syracuse by Motu Palace, which made Meng Hao's heart sink.
"I hope that Saint Snow City will be fine." Meng Hao shook his head, moving faster, according to his judgment, at his own speed, within two days, he could approach the range of Saint Snow City.
As we were moving forward, dusk fell gradually, and the earth was no longer completely pitch black, but a light white appeared. It was not white mud, it was snow.
The surrounding temperature has also dropped a lot, and there is cold air, and the breath exhaled while breathing can be clearly seen, and it is white.
Even the blowing wind gradually took on a biting meaning, especially at this dusk when Meng Hao saw snow.
He hadn't seen the snow for a long time. The last time in his memory, it seemed that Zhao Guo had a conversation with a Vincent in the carriage in the wind and snow.
Snow fell, Meng Hao walked in the sky, did not stop the snowflakes from being sprayed on his body, let the snowflakes melt on his cheeks, feeling the icy cold inside, feeling the coldness of the snow.
Not long after, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he looked at the ground. On the snow-white ground, there was a jungle. There were no leaves in the forest. The dry branches were now covered with thick snow.
Meng Hao retracted his gaze and was about to leave. Suddenly, his expression changed. He descended on the earth and stopped flying. Instead, he walked in the snow and walked into the jungle in a blue shirt.
In the depths of the jungle, at this moment, there are two monks, covered in blood and pale, protecting a woman behind them. This woman looks young, dressed in white and has an extremely beautiful face, but now she is a little embarrassed, pale and even more miserable. . In her hand, holding a silkworm like ice crystal, the silkworm was spinning, the silk turned into light, covering about three people, but looking at the silkworm's appearance, they were all sluggish, as if they were about to die.
Around them, there are more than a hundred wolves exuding black energy. These wolves have red eyes. Behind this wolf, there is a West Desert monk with a totem on his body, looking at it with greed. A woman in white.
"The despicable cultivation from West Desert, aren't you afraid of the ancestor of my Hanxue family!" The two monks who protected the white-clothed woman, a man and a woman, said sharply at this moment.
"Let’s not say whether your ancestor of the Cold Snow Clan is still alive, even if it’s alive, today’s Saint Snow City is the battlefield he needs more attention to. As for this... , Life and death, who cares." Brother West Desert spoke lightly, his voice a little hoarse.
During the words, he waved his right hand, and immediately the more than one hundred black wolves threw out fiercely, and went straight to the silk light curtain. When the roaring sound continued, the West Desert monk showed a touch of greed in his eyes.
"The Hanxue family, you who changed your blood to snow, do you really think that Xi Mo will forget you?" The Xi Mo monk smiled and stared directly at the white-clothed woman.