The entire city collapsed, everyone's body was shaky, and some people wanted to fly, but suddenly found that the cultivation base was lost at this moment, unable to operate at all.
At the same time, Meng Hao's right hand was firmly holding the Ruyi Seal. It takes more than ten breaths of time for this seal to open. It is emitting light at this moment, but at this moment, the sound of vicissitudes in Meng Hao's ear Slowly came.
"Let go of your mind, communicate with your thorns, the old man will die, and send you a great good fortune, in order to repay you for the past few months and protect our blood."
This voice was old and weak. It was the person who told Meng Hao how to manipulate the thorns before. Meng Hao knew who this person was, but he hesitated now.
With Wishful Seal, Meng Hao feels that he still has a certain degree of certainty that he can leave this place safely, but if he obeys the arrangement of this voice and faces such an old spirit slayer, Meng Hao knows that no matter how cautious he is, no matter how careful he is, he will Nothing can help.
"There is no time, if the old man really wants to seize the house, there is no need to wait until now, what are you still hesitating as a junior, do you really think that your ancient Ruyi Zongyin can not escape in front of the cultivator of Spirit Slayer!"
"What kind of good do the seniors give to the juniors?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his mind was heard. At this moment, the city was collapsing in a large area, and a powerful suction suddenly came out from below. You can feel that the city at this moment is quickly falling to the sinkhole below.
The strength of the cultivation base was imprisoned in a large area, but Meng Hao's perfect golden core was no longer within this imprisonment. This was the biggest support he could escape from here.
"To give you the old man's understanding of slashing the spirit, to slash the spirit for you in the future, open a window, and also leave a ray of life for my people..."
The earth roared and interrupted the old man’s words. Snow City was already half completely shattered and absorbed by the tiankeng below. Even here in Meng Hao, you can see the collapsed place of the city’s land not far away. In a dark pit, bursts of gloomy aura continued to disperse, turning into black aura, dazzling the world.
It was at this time that the preparation time for Meng Hao's Ruyi Yin was over. Meng Hao no longer hesitated and squeezed it fiercely, but under this squeeze, his expression changed again.
Ruyiyin, no effect!
With a bang, the city on the other side of Meng Hao collapsed again, and screams continued to be heard from all around. Even here, Meng Hao felt the huge suction force rapidly emerging from the tiankeng below. There were countless surroundings around him. The black air entangled, as if to pull him into the sinkhole.
At this moment of crisis, Meng Hao suddenly revealed a touch of decisiveness.
"Junior agree!" At the moment his words came out, his mind was directly released. At the same time, spiritual consciousness spread, and there were some thorns in the city, which were not completely dead, and formed a connection.
At the moment when Meng Hao’s spiritual sense was connected with the thorns, suddenly, under the collapsed city, in the underground palace where the suction of the tiankeng could not be shaken, the withered figure sitting there cross-legged suddenly raised his right hand. , Pinched out a Yin Jue.
At the moment this seal technique appeared, Meng Hao immediately felt that the thorns that existed in the collapsed city at this moment suddenly spread crazily, that is, in the blink of an eye, they spread directly to the bottom of the city, a place that has already begun to collapse. In the underground palace, at the instant of spreading and entering, it turned into countless sharp thorns, and went straight to the mummy who had been sitting there cross-legged for an unknown number of years in the underground palace.
Directly penetrated into it, and at the same time, the thorns seemed to become a connection, connecting Meng Hao and the mummy, making them obviously two people, but at this moment, they seemed to become one!
An indescribable shock exploded wildly in Meng Hao's mind.
The roar echoed, Meng Hao's whole body immediately bulged, his face twisted, his eyes showed bloodshot eyes, his body trembled, his body seemed to be torn apart, his soul was tingling, and his spiritual consciousness was at this moment. , As if to collapse!
A powerful breath burst out on him instantly.
This breath is not a pill formation, not a Nascent Soul, but... Soul Slashing! !
At the moment this breath erupted, Meng Hao's mind kept roaring, and he heard a roar.
"Old man, the ancestor of the Hanxue clan, realized the Dao on the day of the storm, and took the first cut in his life when he was a thousand years old!"
This was clearly just a voice, but when it echoed in Meng Hao's mind, the voice formed a picture. In the picture, there was an endless storm. This storm connected the sky and the earth, full of lightning, and when the earth was shaking, it was endless. A vicissitudes of life appeared in the storm that seemed to shred the Nascent Soul monk's life.
That figure is a middle-aged man, tall, wearing a robe, roaring up to the sky.
"The younger generations, remember the name of the old man, Hanxuebao, the sixth generation ancestor of the Hanxue family, the first cut I cut was my family affection, but not the family affection!
In order to kill the family, change the way, and become the first old man to kill the spirit half immortal, the storm! "
At the end of the screen moment, Meng Hao's heart roared, and at this moment, there was wind directly around him. The peak roared out from the tiankeng. The city no longer collapsed, the monks no longer screamed, the whirlpool of the tiankeng, At this moment, it seemed to be still, and as the layers of wind roared, the tiankeng was filled up, and most of the collapsed city was directly lifted from the tiankeng!
There was also wind around, turning into a storm, and as it swept across all directions, there was a thunderous roar, like tearing apart the barriers of this place, making the sky and the earth change color, and the earth buzzing.
The fierce beasts on the earth screamed screamingly, lying on the ground one by one, all shaking, and the monks in the Motu Palace also spewed blood one by one, looking shocked.
Xi Mo's repair also changed all the expressions, and Luo Chong and the others, Qi Qi changed, short of breath, looking at the world, at this moment, surrounded by the dilapidated Saint Snow City, that endless storm.
In mid-air, the only person who laughed was the black-clothed monk with the same spiritual cultivation level. His laughter spread from all directions, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented light. This light was black, as if he was truly transformed at this moment. Make a round of black sun.
"Slashing spirit! Ancestor Hanxue, I didn't expect you to be about to die. You have such courage to use your spirit to cut spirits into your Hanxue clan's legacy from generation to generation, giving it to a non-hanxue clan. build!
This is a kind of sorrow, you cut your first cut of your affection, but in the end, when your son rebelled, you moved compassion and didn't kill him. You also rebelled against your way and broke your spiritual heaven!
No one of your tribe can inherit your Spirit Slashing Intent, so you can only give it to outsiders, and it has become a great fortune for this junior!
However, this good fortune does not belong to him in the end. The imprint of the generations before the death of the Hanxue big dragon will belong to me, and only me, who has such strength, can feel more than three generations, and this little Baby, he can only endure your generation at best, and he will collapse and die!
Disciple, don't send the blood veins yet, look at the teacher to kill the blood relatives for you, and after you finish your way, you will be able to kill the soul in the future! The black-clothed monk laughed. The Han Xuezong look beside him was a bit complicated, but his words quickly became cold. He raised his right hand and slapped his chest, spouting a mouthful of blood.
As soon as his blood spurted out, he was grabbed by the black-clothed monk, squeezed it fiercely, and turned into a blood shadow. The blood shadow was a teenager, a teenager who seemed to be only a teenager, with trepidation. A trace of unwillingness appeared between heaven and earth.
It looks very similar to Han Xuezong.
As soon as this young man appeared, his eyes fiercely showed resentment, his body was bloody, and he went straight to the storm outside Saint Snow City.
Almost as soon as he approached, Meng Hao let out a painful roar, his consciousness was still there, and belonged to him, but at the moment he saw the boy, his heart was tingling, that kind of tingling, unable to Described with sorrow, anger, and more madness.
He could feel the storm around him, and at this moment there was a breakdown. All of this came from the blood-colored young figure!
"Zonger..." In Meng Hao's mind, there was a tragic voice of vicissitudes of life, which suddenly echoed. The voice was full of strong emotions, with unspeakable emotions, like a thousand words, and finally only turned into these two. Character.
In this reverberation, the surrounding storms rolled up the rain, and the rain spread, but from Meng Hao's eyes, it was not rain, it was the tears of the sixth generation ancestor of the Hanxue tribe.
"Repent... No regrets!" In the end, the voice came out, shaking the sky, moving the ground, the madness of the storm, and began to collapse. In this collapse, the surrounding storm tore everything to pieces, including the bloody boy who was coming. .
At the moment when the young figure shattered, Meng Hao's mind once again roared, and another voice suddenly appeared!
"The fifth-generation ancestor of the old man Xue Han, the Great Dragon Han Xueding, understood the will of heaven on the top of the snow mountain, and made the first cut in the Wanlong Pond!" This voice is obviously different from the cold snow storm, without a trace of dominance. But there was a touch of majesty. When Meng Hao's mind echoed, Meng Hao's body once again heard unprecedented tearing pain.
His soul seemed to collapse, his body seemed to be shattered, and even at this moment, outside his body, the sky and the earth changed color, the entire sky suddenly disappeared, and a huge pool of water suddenly hung upside down on the sky.
When the ripples of the pool spread, a roar came out, and black dragons rushed out of the pool water hanging upside down in the sky, roaring and spreading towards the surroundings. The appearance of this scene immediately caused the earth’s All the fierce beasts wailed together, causing the monks to spew out blood, showing amazement.
Especially the Ximo monk, all of them were trembling. The two Ximo primordial elders, one of them, looked at the lake in the sky and lost his voice.
"Wanlongtan... According to legend, three thousand years ago, the grand clan father of Hanxue turned Wanlongtan into his soul-slashing sky after becoming the Great Dragon. Since then, Wanlongtan has completely disappeared in the West Desert!!"
The black-clothed monk in midair changed his expression for the first time.
"This son can actually support the opening of the second inheritance mark!!"