Han Xueshan's eyes widened, a strong splendor flashed in Feng's eyes, worshiping the strong, this is one of the laws of heaven and earth, Meng Hao has a figure in Han Xueshan's heart, and he has experienced this scene of events. Later, at this moment this figure is already extremely strong.
Especially, it seemed to her that Meng Hao's shot this time was due to herself.
Thinking of this, Han Xueshan's face was reddish, and when she saw Meng Hao Xian, her eyes were obviously different.
The four elders of Cold Snow City took a deep breath at this moment. They looked at Luo Chong, who was noble and Motu Taoist, now almost begging, and they felt Meng Hao's unfathomable.
This unfathomable nature is completely different from their sense of Zhou Dekun. It seems... Meng Hao is even more terrifying here!
Especially when they saw Meng Hao's alchemy, saw Meng Hao awakening the thorns, and now they saw the trembling and fear of Motu Daozi, which made them attach more importance to Meng Hao than ever.
"I don't know I'm here, it's fine, just this time, not as an example." Meng Hao spoke lightly, glanced at Mo Tu Daozi, Luo Chong heard this, his whole body seemed to be reborn from death, his body suddenly loosened. , Her heart was excited, her body trembled again and again to worship Meng Hao.
He was wronged in his heart, but when he saw Meng Hao understand, the grievance instantly turned into gratitude, but it was a bit poisonous and it was the other party’s punishment, he should have been hateful, these kinds of thoughts became complicated, making Luo Chong in his heart. Swear, in this life... Never meet each other again.
If he knows that the person in front of him is Fang Mu, then he can be sure that his vows at this moment will be doubled...
"The West Desert monk next to you is good. Let me study it for a few days and then return it to you." Meng Hao said casually. This was his main purpose for going out. He glanced away and fell on the totem to fly. On the monk Ximo of the sword.
This monk Ximo was a young man, his face changed abruptly when he heard the words, but before he could retreat, Luo Chong turned his head abruptly. Meng Hao’s words were a will for him, and he would not hesitate. To finish.
"Grab him!" When Luo Chong gritted his teeth, the other monks around him hesitated for a while and immediately shot, letting that monk struggle and scream, but just a few breaths, he was surrounded by ten. Many people caught directly.
The young man's body trembled, and there was fear in his eyes.
"Master Demon Lord values you, it's your blessing, and dare to struggle!" Luo Chong showed a fierceness in his eyes, and took a fiercely glance at this monk of West Desert. He didn't care about his actions, which would cause those in the distance. For Brother Mo's hatred and resentment, for him, at this moment, pleasing Meng Hao is the most important thing.
"Master Demon Lord, why don't you say borrowing it? This human right is supposed to be the next worship service, and I hope that the adults must accept it." Luo Chong said, indicating to the monk behind him, and immediately several people hesitated to carry the young man from West Desert. After approaching the thorns, he threw out the young man with a sad and angry face and came back quickly.
After doing this, Luo Chong saw Meng Hao showing a satisfied look. After turning back to the city with the sad and desperate young man, he really relieved his sigh, hurriedly clasped his fists, turned around and galloped at the fastest speed. The more than two thousand monks who followed him all flew up quickly at this moment, surrounded him, a group of people, and the old man with a silver mask whose hole under the mask was extremely ugly at this moment, went straight away.
"Motu Palace, I want to give me a satisfactory explanation for West Desert." Just as their group was leaving, on the ground, one of the two elders in West Desert, one of them spoke lightly, his voice not irritating or majestic. Spread all over the sky.
But at the moment when the words of the elder Xi Mo Yuanying, Luo Chong and his group were about to leave in mid-air, suddenly, a cold hum suddenly came from the entire sky, and the sound of the cold hum was shocking the world and turned into an earth-shaking voice. The humming caused the earth to vibrate, cracks appeared in an instant, and even cracks in the air were forcibly torn apart.
It's like this world, can't bear this cold snort, almost collapsed!
At the moment when the cold snort came out, the old man from Ximo who had spoken before changed his face greatly, and his body stepped back a few steps. At the same time, everyone in Luo Chong in mid-air was shaking in their hearts, one by one. As soon as he stopped, Luo Chong contracted his eyes and his breathing became short.
On the earth, all the fierce beasts were trembling at this moment, wailing, and lying prone on the ground. In the sky, the flying fierce beasts all trembled and dared not move.
Thousands of cultivators on the ground were humming, and all of their minds were the sound of this cold snort, which made them seem to have lost all the ability to think at this moment.
The sky changed color and the earth roared!
In the direction of Saint Snow City, countless sharp thorns broke and shattered directly at this moment, and bursts of sharp neighs came out sternly. At this moment, the entire city, at this moment, shook like a mountain, with a monstrous roar. It collapsed directly, and the five-pointed stars rising in the air were all shattered.
Although the defense formation of the entire city was broken once, it has now been reluctantly repaired. But in this cold snort, it was shattered again with a roar, and this time it was crushed directly into fly ash. .
In the entire city, countless houses suddenly collapsed, and all the monks on the walls changed their complexion, spurting blood. Among them, there were more than one hundred foundation building monks. At this moment, their bodies collapsed and exploded. .
If it weren’t for the four great elders who changed their faces and guarded the clan members together, they were afraid that their clan would suffer more deaths and injuries. The price that could be stopped would be that the four primordial infant monks all spewed blood, especially the old woman. There was an injury before, but at the moment it relapsed, the cultivation base fell directly, his body languished, and he became too old all of a sudden.
Meng Hao's complexion changed, and his body backed back again and again, but he still sprayed out four or five mouthfuls of blood. When he raised his head fiercely, he saw that there was a round of sun in the sky at this moment!
That is the black sun. In this daytime, in the sky with the sun in this other direction, a black sun suddenly approached. Look carefully, it is not the sun, it is a black-robed monk!
He seems to be about forty years old, but the feeling of vicissitudes is too much beyond the surface. There is a layer of black light outside his body that absorbs and swallows all the light around him. Therefore, his arrival, It gives people the illusion of a black sun.
A powerful indescribable coercion, with his arrival, descended on the world.
Behind this black-robed monk, there was a young man who was respectful and fanatical in his eyes. It was... Han Xue Zong!
"Zhanling!!" Meng Hao was breathing fast, his eyes contracted suddenly.
He was not the only one, everyone in the city at this moment, their hearts roared.
"Meet the ancestor of Spirit Slashing!" Luo Chong looked excited, and immediately knelt down in the air. All the monks around him worshipped in shock.
On the ground, thousands of monks from Motu Palace also bowed together without hesitation.
"Meet the ancestor of Spirit Slayer!"
The West Desert monks changed their expressions one by one, but they didn't go to worship, they just lowered their heads. The two West Desert Nascent Soul monks took a deep breath and slightly lowered their heads to see them.
Meng Hao's heart sank. He looked at the black-clothed middle-aged in the sky and understood that this war was no longer a temptation, but a spiritual slasher monk who could decide everything appeared.
"There are still more than two months before Hanxue silkworms can be refined..." Meng Hao frowned, sighed secretly, and had already taken out the Ruyi Seal from the storage bag.
"Nevertheless, Hanxue Silkworm can't be obtained, so I can only find other ways to overcome the calamity." Meng Hao regrets in his heart, but with the arrival of the Spirit Slayer monk, everything is doomed here.
"If the mastiff dog wakes up, if my cultivation base reaches Yuan Ying..." Meng Hao glanced at the black-clothed monk in the sky, and sighed again in his heart. He knew that even if he arrived at Yuan Ying, he would still be in front of Zhan Ling. It's like an ant.
"Slashing the spirit... Clearly understand the Tao, cut yourself three swords..." The Soul Slashing realm is a legendary realm that can be encountered but not sought. The entire earth can have many pill formations, and there are many Nascent Souls that can be used to slash spirits. Realm monks, as far as Meng Hao knows, the huge Southern Territory is also extremely rare, and it is often a large sect of Taoism.
Thinking of Zhanling, Meng Hao couldn't avoid thinking of the patron ancestor.
As the black-clothed monk came from mid-air, the entire Saint Snow City was dead, and despair appeared in everyone's heart. Whether it was the Hanxue family or the other monks, at this moment, they all gave up their resistance together.
Han Xuezong showed a sense of comfort in her eyes, followed behind the black-clothed monk, and glanced over the Han Xue family members in the city, revealing coldness and mercilessness.
However, the black-clothed monk suddenly stopped in the sky about a thousand feet away from Cold Snow City, his eyes were deep, with a sense of supremacy, like the majesty of the heaven, looking down on sentient beings.
He stood there, as if blending with the whole world, regardless of each other, and seemed to be separated from the world, condensing his own way, making it difficult to erase the will of heaven.
Everything around, as if at this moment, must be centered on his will, because he had already cut the spirit, cut himself with the first cut, what was cut, only people in his realm can get some clues See the clues on it.
"Friend Han Xue, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and you are still panting. It's better to let the old man take you all the way." The black-clothed monk swept across the city, and no monk could put it in his eyes, what he saw in his eyes. It was the bottom of the city, in an underground palace, on a five-cornered altar, a figure that was dry, almost wrecked, like a corpse, sitting cross-legged.
"Are you still sleeping? I've tried many times in vain, nothing else, this farce should be over." The black-clothed monk smiled dumbly and waved his right hand when he shook his head.
The whole earth collapsed, and a tiankeng appeared directly on the earth, under the city!
At this moment, suddenly, Meng Hao's ears heard the voice of the vicissitudes of life.