"Give me a thorn seed!" Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened.
A strange light flashed in his eyes, and years seemed to settle in his eyes, and gradually turned into an indescribable force, as if he could stay in the other person’s heart forever by just looking at a person, all magic methods It's hard to erase.
Han Xueshan's mind was shocked. She once saw this look when the family's ancestor of Spirit Slashing awakened. They were the eyes of the ancestor of Spirit Slashing, which contained the same depth, as if years were in the gaze. Just look at you, you can make thousands of years go by.
In the shock of this mind, Han Xueshan seemed to have lost the power to resist, and subconsciously handed the thorn seed that was sacred to their family to Meng Hao.
When this kind of child fell into the hands of Meng Hao, Meng Hao took a deep breath, and the cultivation base in his body suddenly revolved. In an instant, golden light radiated, catalyzing the secret method, the secret method of time, and finally the secret method of the dragon. These three secret methods are in Meng Hao’s The whole body is unfolded.
Catalyzes all plants and trees, condenses the strength of the years, the dragon, the world, the beasts, and the three major secret arts are condensed in Meng Hao at this moment. As his cultivation base rotates, the thorn seeds in his hand immediately become full and no longer dry up. Instead, new shoots sprouted out in an instant, green grass grew, so fast that it would wrap around Meng Hao's right hand in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Meng Hao no longer had golden light radiating from his body, but there was a strong smell of vegetation, which shocked the sky on him. This aura directly attracted the attention of the West Desert monks who were attacking from all around him. After arriving at Meng Hao's place, even if these people didn't know the reason, their inner intuition immediately shocked their minds and went straight to Meng Hao's place.
Around Meng Hao, there was only Han Xueshan, and the others had already dispersed. At this moment, the city was about to be destroyed, and even the four elders in mid-air showed despair.
They didn't expect that after three months, the first wave of formal attacks launched by Motu Palace and West Desert, Saint Snow City would be unable to resist.
Han Xueshan smiled sorrowfully, she was unable to resist. At this moment, the seven or eight West Desert monks turned into Changhong, and they went straight to Meng Hao in a whistling, and it was less than ten feet away.
And Meng Hao was sitting there cross-legged, holding the thorn seeds in his hands, the green grass blades filled his right hand, and even crawling onto his body under continuous spreading.
Ten feet, eight feet, five feet!
At the moment when these seven or eight West Desert monks approached Meng Hao's five feet, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a deep gleam, and at the same time he lifted his right hand and pressed it towards the earth.
Under this press, the blade of grass outside Meng Hao's body plunged into the ground instantly. At this moment, a shocking roar suddenly came out, a sharp thorn that was more than a foot long, weirdly from the city wall in front of Meng Hao. It penetrated from the ground, the speed was indescribable at all, and it didn't give people the slightest possibility to dodge, and it directly penetrated through a West Desert monk.
Immediately afterwards, a series of thorns suddenly rose up around Meng Hao, that is, in the blink of an eye, the sorrowful screams rose up around Meng Hao and spread out in all directions. The seven or eight West Desert monks were all five feet away from Meng Hao's body. , Was directly penetrated by sharp thorns that penetrated from the ground, and lifted up high.
What is even more amazing is that after this sharp thorn penetrated the monk, it actually wriggled strangely, such as absorbing the blood and cultivation base of the monk. The seven or eight West Desert monks withered visible to the naked eye, as if it were not the sorrow that humans could make. The screams spread everywhere, making all the cultivators around them shocked one after another.
"What is this?" Everyone around was short of breath, but before they could react, suddenly, the seven or eight Ximo monks around Meng Hao suddenly appeared on their withered bodies. !
These thorns exploded in an instant and shot towards the surroundings. Some fell on the ground. After disappearing directly, they suddenly appeared in the nearby area. When they appeared, they often pierced into the body of the nearby monk.
Some of them fell on the monks during the lasing, and the screams almost just came out, and immediately these monks withered all over, and in an instant there were more sharp thorns.
With Meng Hao as the center, the surrounding earth and city walls roared, and sharp thorns appeared in an instant, and spread continuously, causing an indescribable sensation. Whether it was a monk from Saint Syracuse or a person from Motu Palace, these sharp thorns looked like Regardless of the enemy and me, one by one penetrates and absorbs the flesh and blood, and grows again, which is just a few breaths of time. Meng Hao's surrounding area is thousands of feet, and it has become a world of thorns.
The scene here directly affected the war in this place. A large number of Motu monks retreated in shock, but even if they retreated, these sharp thorns still penetrated. Soon, the entire city has become In the world of sharp thorns, the thorns are woven together, looking hideous and crimson in color, even spreading to the outside of the city.
In the city at this moment, all the monks of Saint Snow City were pale and did not dare to move. They looked at the countless sharp thorns around, and outside the city, the monks and fierce beasts of Motu Palace, wailing and falling down in patches. , Behind them running, the sharp thorns whizzed up.
Even the sky is equally unsafe. Those sharp thorns can fly high, and all the lives flying in the sky are within their attack.
Looking at it, the entire land seems to be covered by these sharp thorns. The monks in Motu and Ximo were shocked. Only a few hundred people could escape. These hundreds of people were in the outside world, and their expressions were shocked and unable to escape. Believable.
At this moment, the four elders in midair and the Nascent Soul monk in Motuxi Desert were unable to fight anymore, and they dispersed separately, constantly blocking the sharp thorns that roared from all around.
In the entire battlefield, at this moment, almost all eyes were focused on Meng Hao, because in front of Meng Hao, there was a huge, hideous sharp thorn rising to the sky. This sharp thorn squirmed and exuded a bloody breath. It is covered with small thorns, extremely hideous and more conspicuous.
And where Meng Hao was, the only place where there were no sharp thorns, such as the root of all sharp thorns, as Meng Hao slowly stood up, countless inhalations came from all around.
Meng Hao's right hand was wrapped around a large number of blades of grass, and every blade of grass was full of thorns. If the sharp thorns of the earth were not released by Meng Hao, no one would believe it at this moment.
Meng Hao took a deep breath. He didn't expect this thorn seed to be so amazing, but Meng Hao couldn't solve this situation where we are not the enemy. The moment this thing grows, it needs Meng Hao's catalysis, but it has absorbed the monks. After his flesh and blood and vitality, he couldn't control the slightest except for the slightest connection with Meng Hao.
"Master Meng..." Not far away, a cultivator in Saint Syracuse was pierced by a sharp thorn. As soon as he spoke, another sharp thorn came in an instant. Fortunately, he shut up immediately. The sharp thorn pierced him. He paused an inch outside his eyebrows and shook like a snake before retracting.
The surroundings were silent for an instant. Whether it was West Desert or Motu, all the monks pierced by sharp thorns here hid the severe pain one by one, and did not dare to shout the slightest.
Even the Nascent Soul monks in mid-air had their bodies changed, their complexion changed, they did not dare to fly, they did not dare to speak, because there were tens of thousands of sharp thorns floating around them at this moment. Sharp thorns will penetrate in an instant.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, with a daze in his eyes.
On the wall, outside the city, could not tell how many fierce beasts and cultivators had been pierced by sharp thorns, each of them pale, with unprecedented fear, looking at Meng Hao.
The hundreds of people who had fled and died in the distance were also shocked. They all looked at Meng Hao. At this time, this war, in everyone's eyes, has become one person and can decide everything.
This person is Meng Hao.
But Meng Hao knew that he could not decide for himself, because these sharp thorns would not obey his command...
Meng Hao was silent, and the surroundings were even more silent. The cultivators who were pierced by sharp thorns trembled, and their eyes gradually showed despair.
At this moment, suddenly, in Meng Hao's ear, there was a voice that outsiders couldn't hear, only he could hear it. This voice was old, with incomparable weakness, and seemed to be able to dissipate death at any time.
"Blazing thorns, everything below the slaying spirit can be destroyed. Once rooted, it cannot be moved and only lives for one month... No matter how you wake it up, you now tighten your mind, take out a drop of blood that contains your consciousness, and blend it into your side. The thorns on the main pole.
Remember... a drop of blood containing consciousness allows you to give it an order. "The weak voice in Meng Hao's ear seemed to come from nothingness, but the moment Meng Hao heard it, he suddenly thought of the voice that came from the ground three months ago when Zhou Dekun was captured.
Exactly the same.
In the silence, Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and according to the method the other party said, his eyebrows gradually split open on their own, and a drop of blood appeared. This drop of blood contained Meng Hao's cultivation base, and even more of his consciousness, where the blood flew out. At that time, Meng Hao felt a wave of weakness. He understood that he would never give more than five drops of such blood!
Once it exceeds five drops, it will lose too much to oneself.
While pondering, Meng Hao gritted his teeth. Although this blood is precious, it is for the cold snow silkworm... Meng Hao's eyes flashed with a sharp glow, and the blood flew out instantly and merged into the thorn main pole beside him.
Without any hindrance, after directly blending in, this thorn main rod immediately shook his body.
At the same time, as long as the monks who were accidentally pierced through Saint Syracuse, their wounds healed immediately, and the sharp thorns disappeared, seeming to stay in their bodies, becoming a nutrient for their wounds to recover.
As the sharp thorns dissipated, outside the city, the monks from Motu Palace and West Desert immediately uttered a scream, their bodies withered instantly, and at the same time, there was more roaring sound. It was the sound of a mortal monk who blew himself up.
In this roar, Meng Hao's mind seemed to be divided into countless parts for a moment, as if he himself had become the main pole of this thorn, and every sharp thorn that shed contained his own consciousness.
One idea can kill everyone.
But at the same time, his spiritual sense was also depleting at a terrifying rate. This means that Meng Hao's spiritual sense was second only to Yuan Ying and exceeded the monks in the same realm by too many, otherwise, in such a moment, his spiritual sense would be exhausted.
At this moment, suddenly, in Meng Hao's consciousness, a place outside the city pierced by seven or eight sharp thorns, someone was whispering.
"Is it Master Meng?"