Even if this is a battlefield, at this moment, there is a rare silence...
I had to be quiet. This is the first time that many people here saw a monk who was smashed to death by thunder. Although the sky thunder was strong, the monks themselves were not weak. Most of the things that were struck to death by thunder occurred in ridicule. In, few people actually see...
Few people were really struck to death by lightning, unless it was the legendary catastrophe.
But heavenly tribulations are even rarer for everyone. Only some pills or treasures of heaven and earth will appear, but such tribulations are not aimed at people...
"Being struck to death by thunder..."
"How could this happen, what kind of thunder is this, it is so terrifying!"
"It's not Lei that is terrifying, it's the Master Meng, damn it, even Tian Lei helped him? Or is this his magic?" The monks in Motu Palace and West Desert were shocked, their hearts were shaken strongly, this This kind of thing that was struck to death by lightning immediately turned into panic to them.
After all, the monk is under the sky, and thunder is a thing in the sky, it seems... there is nowhere to hide!
Even the Nascent Soul cultivators all showed their brilliance. Meng Hao’s previous actions exceeded their expectations. Even if Meng Hao used more amazing spells, they would not be so shocked, but they were... Meng Hao directly lifted the person high, especially the movement of this lift, so skilled that people have to wonder how he often does it.
Compared with the monks in Motu Palace and West Desert, the people of Saint Syracuse looked weird. In these days, they had already known that this respected Master Meng would encounter lightning strikes almost every few days.
This kind of thing is already known to everyone, and even sometimes, when someone asks for pill, they will encounter a scene where the thunder falls.
At this moment, seeing that the arrogant Xi Mo monk was beaten to death by thunder, everyone in Saint Snow City had a complex heart... Faintly, they became even more in awe of Meng Hao.
"What the hell did Master Meng do? For months, there has always been thunder trying to kill him?"
"The Brother Ximo is also really unlucky. It's not good to provoke anyone, but he provokes Master Meng... You know, in the past few months, I have seen with my own eyes the misery of the soul body lifted up high by Master Meng several times."
Meng Hao gave a dry cough and stood on the wall, not paying attention to the gaze around him. He had long been used to the thunder and thunder, and he could even make some predictions.
After a long while, the battlefield here recovered. The cultivators on both sides started fighting again, but this battle gradually changed. All the cultivators looked up at the sky from time to time. Sometimes it was just the roar of normal spells, and some people immediately subconsciously. Dodge, as if for fear that another thunder would suddenly appear, smashing himself to death.
This phenomenon didn't gradually disappear until it lasted for three days. In the past three days, monk Motu launched continuous attacks, and the roar sounded earth-shaking. Until the night of the third day, a loud noise reverberated, Saint Snow City The storm formation outside, collapsed directly.
With the collapse of the formation, a large number of Motu monks and fierce beasts, as well as West Desert monks, rushed all together.
The roar echoed, and the five-pointed star in the sky continued to emit light. It was obviously dark, but the light from the battlefield reflected the surroundings like day.
It seemed that a critical moment had come when the four elders had already taken action, standing in mid-air with the Nascent Soul monks of Motu and West Desert, fighting to a fierce degree.
Meng Hao's expression was a little ugly. Standing on the city wall, he raised a finger with his right hand, and the blood was shining. A bird that fell directly in the air was penetrated by Meng Hao's finger and exploded to death.
"It's only been three months. If the city is broken like this, my cold snow silkworm will not be able to make it." Meng Hao frowned. Whether Saint Snow City is broken or not has nothing to do with him, but within half a year, this city Can't be broken.
At this moment, the earth roared, and there were two wild giants in the distance, screaming in strides, and even further behind, thousands of monks from Motu and West Desert appeared again. The blackness was overwhelming, driving more. Fierce beasts and different demons came whizzing.
"That ancestor of Spirit Slash, why didn't you take action?" Meng Hao hesitated. When Zhou Dekun was taken away that day, Meng Hao heard a low roar from the depths of the earth. The fierce beast and many monks lived and shook their lives.
But now that the storm formation is broken, the ancestor of the Spirit Slayer of the Holy Snow family has not yet appeared.
"It seems that what Han Xuezong said is true, and the rumors from the outside world are also true. This ancestor of Spirit Slashing is already a dying cultivator, but Motu Palace must also be jealous. It seems to be violent at this moment, but actually In terms of spiritual cultivation, it's just a test." While Meng Hao was pondering, he suddenly saw not far away. There were two West Desert monks beside Han Xueshan, who turned totems, and went straight to Han Xueshan. As for Han Xue The guards of the clan around Shan spewed blood at this moment, unable to resist.
Meng Hao let out a cold snort, took a step forward, a flash of blood, and instantly appeared in front of Han Xueshan, lifting his right hand and pointing outwards, the eighth ban of the demon seal appeared instantly, and the two coming west Monk Mo, his body halted in an instant, if his cultivation base was sealed, his life was forbidden, the next breath, the sword light whizzed, and the flying sword flew out of Meng Hao’s storage bag, directly lifted two heads, and circled the top of Meng Hao’s head. There was a humming sound.
Han Xueshan was pale, but when she looked at Meng Hao, she smiled.
"You saved me again."
Snow was floating in the sky at this moment. The snow seemed to be blown out of the funeral song. It echoed the world in sobs, but it could not hide the screams and roars around, the sound of fighting, the sound of shaking the city, and the five-pointed stars in the sky. A collapse, the frantic fight between the West Desert and the Motu monks, made the world here is snow, and the earth is blood.
Meng Hao did not speak, but lifted his right foot on the ground and stepped on it. Immediately, the demon energy that countless people could not see in the surrounding area condensed in an instant and turned into a vague air mass directly behind Meng Hao, blocking the distance. A gleam of light suddenly shot out from a chariot.
The roar echoed, and the demon energy behind Meng Hao blocked the gloomy light, but the impact still dispersed. Meng Hao grabbed Han Xueshan and avoided the impact when he appeared on another city wall.
"Let's go, what they want to destroy is my Hanxue family. It has nothing to do with you. With your cultivation base, you can escape at this time." Hanxueshan said bitterly, she saw the five-pointed star in the sky, at this moment It shattered a little more, and looking at the surrounding city walls, more monks of West Desert had appeared, and the magic light in mid-air kept shining.
She even saw the old woman, spurting blood in the air at this moment, but she still gritted her teeth and fought again.
"It's useless, even if I desperately retrieved the thorns of the cold snow, but the ancestors have run out of oil, and most of them are in a coma. There is no way to use the secret method of the dragon to induce the thorns..." Despair appeared in Han Xueshan's eyes, at the moment. With a roar, an area in the distance collapsed directly, and a monk from West Desert rushed out ferociously.
"What thorn?" Meng Hao frowned, looked around, and asked.
"The cold snow thorn that can protect the city for a month is the same holy thing that my cold snow family brought when migrating from the West Desert a long time ago. Unfortunately, after many years, it has withered, unless it is a special secret method. Will not wake up.
This special secret method can only be mastered by the blood of the elders and direct relatives, but no one can catalyze it. Only the cultivation base of the ancestors can do it. "Han Xueshan whispered, with bitterness, patted the storage bag with her right hand, and took out a shriveled seed.
"It is this thing. I retrieved eight seeds, one for each elder, one for me, and the other for the ancestor, but no one succeeded."
"Catalysis?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed. Just as he was about to speak, the earth roared and the city shook. Meng Hao's expression changed, and he took Han Xueshan back again, and saw that a piece of monk clay monk came further away.
The city wall collapsed, and screams came out from time to time. When Meng Hao took Han Xueshan back, he spoke quickly.
"Tell me this method of catalysis. As an alchemist, I also have a method of catalysis. Maybe I can understand it by analogy."
Han Xueshan was stunned. If she changed the usual way, she would not be able to tell the secret of the family, even if someone searched for the soul, she would not be able to obtain it. This was the method of inheritance imprinted in the blood, but at this time, she was just silent. After taking a few breaths, he spoke softly, and in Meng Hao's ear, they said that their Hanxue family had been in the West Desert, and the secrets of Dasilong had been used for generations!
This secret method is not long, only about a thousand words, but when it fell into Meng Hao’s ears, it made Meng Hao’s heart shook suddenly, as if at this moment, the battlefields all around disappeared from his senses. The only thing left is the secret method of nearly a thousand words!
"... Coming out of the sun, the tide of the falling moon, taking the meaning of the bright sun, everything can be long-lived..." Han Xueshan said softly. Although the family’s Han Xue Zong was not killed by his father that year, he erased the memory of this secret method. One of the reasons why he made a comeback and wanted to destroy the Han Xue family was that this period could not be killed by any method. Unable to obtain, only the secret method spoken by the tribe!
Meng Hao's mind became more and more shocked, closing his eyes, the secret sentence echoed in his mind, making him think of Zi Yunzong's urging technique for a moment, thinking of the second period of time that he had deciphered on the jade piece of years. The law.
Those are two formulas of the same origin. The secret method of urging is the first level, and the secret method of years is the second level, and now... Meng Hao at this moment, with the buzzing of his mind, he can be sure that he heard this at this moment. The secret method of the Hanxue family is the third layer!
The secret of Dragon!
If any one of these three secret methods only possesses singularity, they can be achieved in this category, but if someone can obtain them all, they will immediately follow the analogy. many!
Learned the secret of catalysis and realized the secret of time. At the moment when he heard the secret of the dragon, Meng Hao directly learned it and imprinted it in his mind.