Wanlong roared, rushing out of the black pool of water hanging upside down in the sky, spreading in all directions, and the sound was shaking to the sky. Under a roar, all the beasts on the earth spewed blood, one by one, bleeding from their seven orifices, and was shocked by life. .
There were also those monks who spewed blood one by one, their bodies languished, their minds rolled, their qi and blood pressure systems, and their cultivation bases all collapsed.
The black-clothed monk in mid-air showed a gloomy expression when his complexion changed, and his right hand was raised and pinched forward.
"It is indeed beyond the old man's expectation that he can start two generations of inheritance, but this is not enough!"
"One life is annihilated, three generations are yellow springs, one flower and one fruit, the three realms open eyes!" The black monk's right hand almost turned into an afterimage, and a series of seals turned out, and a black ball appeared in front of him. , The sphere violently expanded, as if it had absorbed all the light around it, it became another black sun, which seemed to be burning, and went straight ahead.
As soon as it approached the place where Wanlong roared, the black sun burst open instantly, tearing apart nothingness, blasting open the world, and becoming a black hole that seemed to be able to swallow everything.
At the moment the black hole appeared, the surrounding dragons roared bitterly, the sky and the earth buzzed, and the earth shook, but their bodies were uncontrollable and were swallowed by the black hole one bite at a time.
"If it is the fifth generation of the Hanxue Clan's Great Slong himself, the old man immediately turned around and left. Now it is just a mere inheritance and cannot stop the old man's path." The black-clothed monk spoke lightly, shaking his big sleeve, and immediately before the city was down. The tiankeng filled up by the storm roared again at this moment, as if it was about to reopen.
Around Meng Hao, the few hundred people left in the city at this moment were pale and desperate. This level of war was no longer for them to participate, like the remaining leaves in the storm, unable to be autonomous.
Under Wanlongtan, Meng Hao's whole body blue veins bulged, his face was sullen, and his unspeakable pain flooded him again and again like a tide, making Meng Hao seem to pass out in a coma many times, but he was biting hard. Tooth, still insisting.
"Can't be in a coma, the good fortune of my Hanxue clan is that the first generation is a sedan chair, the second generation is a distinguished person, the third generation is a genius, and the fourth generation or more is rare in this world!
Each generation is the strongest member of my Hanxue family, the most brilliant brand in life, this brand will merge into your soul with the inheritance, will accompany you, and be branded in your world.
Every time you get a generation, this brand will be added. When you step into the slashing of the spirit, all of this... will completely explode to help you through the life of my generation of monks, the first to meet, the first A turning point! "
In Meng Hao's mind, the voice of the snowstorm was weak in the vicissitudes of life, as if he was dying, he was speaking to Meng Hao's last last words.
"Persevere. Only by persisting in gaining three generations of inheritance can you avoid this catastrophe today! The old man can help you only so much. I hope you can succeed. You can help the old man’s tribe and let them survive this. Robbery!"
Meng Hao raised the sky and let out a screaming roar. In this roar, his clothes shattered, his hair was flying, and the nothingness around him seemed to collapse. Only this roar was left in the world.
Even in this roar, the ten thousand dragons around here, no matter whether they were swallowed by the black hole or not, all raised their heads to the sky, like Huiying Meng Hao, uttering such a roar.
The black monk frowned, pinched the Jue with his right hand, turned his fingers into his palms, and pressed it suddenly towards Meng Hao.
"The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the earth, what is left will be lost, and what is left will be eternal." When the black-clothed monk's voice came out, the ten thousand dragons around Meng Hao screamed, and their bodies collapsed and shattered. , Wanlongtan in the sky collapsed at this moment.
It seemed that everything was going to be as the black-clothed monk had said, when it came to an end.
But at this moment, Meng Hao's whole body trembled suddenly, his eyes were originally scarlet, but now they became white in an instant.
The moment his eyes turned white, the black-clothed monk's complexion changed drastically for the second time, his expression revealing unbelievable meaning.
"This is impossible!"
While the black-clothed monk's mind was shaking, Meng Hao's mind at this moment heard the voice of a third person, still the vicissitudes of life, echoing the whole world of Meng Hao's mind.
"The fourth generation ancestor of the old man Hanxue family, Huangquan Hanxuecang...was awakened in the pale earth, comprehended in the skeletal jungle, created life silence, gave up the flesh, became the spiritual path, and cut the first knife!
I am Han Xuecang, the fourth generation of the Hanxue family, the Great Dragon! "As the voice spread, Meng Hao's body immediately showed unprecedented death energy. The richness of this death energy spread across the world in an instant, sweeping in all directions, making the sky gray, the earth gray, and the entire world, At this moment, it became gray.
Even at this moment, countless roars came from the gray sky, and this roar turned into soul shadows. These soul shadows were ancient, with resentment and madness towards the living, spread all over the sky. .
On the earth, all the fierce beasts who died before stood up in trembling, with gray light in their eyes. When they roared to the sky, the earth trembled, and all the bones stood up one after another, as well as the monks who died before. , At this moment, they all showed gray light and stood up.
As the sky buzzed in the distance, a huge bone dragon roared, the earth shook, and a huge snake bone directly broke through the ground and appeared suddenly.
The whole world, as if it had become a world of death, was even more at this moment. Behind Meng Hao, the yellow river came from nothingness. You can see from the galloping that there are countless souls in this river. It is them... Make up this yellow river.
This is not the Yellow River, this is the Yellow Spring!
Huangquan shocked the sky and shocked the world.
On this yellow spring, this pagoda floats, with eighteen floors, like eighteen hells!
And Meng Hao, his whole body was wrapped with pale lifelessness, his face was also pale, his body was full of lifelessness, he closed his eyes, but at this moment, he suddenly opened!
The moment his eyes opened and closed, the world thundered and roared, and his opened eyes were filled with gray.
"The Great Dragon of the Yellow Spring!!" On the ground, all the low-ranking monks were pale and blank, as if they had lost their minds, their bodies were stiff, and their vitality was being wiped out.
The same is true for those Xi Mo monks. Only the two Yuan Ying elders in Xi Mo, trembling at this moment, looked at the weird Meng Hao in mid-air. Their eyes showed that they had gone beyond seeing the storm and Wanlongtan before. Amazed.
"Six thousand years ago, the legendary Huangquan Dasilong, the one who set off the entire West Desert with the power of one person, enslaved millions of dead beasts, and cultivated the eleventh-order alien monster!!
According to legend, the life that this person had died in his hands until his death was almost infinite! ! "
"He formed the land of bones today, and he created the pale mountain range today... He..." These two Ximo Yuanying elders, at this moment, their minds are buzzing, full of unbelievable.
"Damn!!" In midair, the black-clothed monk showed dignified eyes, and the Han Xuezong behind him looked crazy, and his heart was full of intense jealousy. He was roaring and roaring in his heart. All of this seemed to him. This belongs to me!
"He is able to inherit the imprint of three generations!! A mere pill formation, he has such potential, it is rare in the world... However, this alone is still not enough!" The black-clothed monk looked solemn, pinching his hands at the same time, and violently lifted it towards the sky. Wave.
"My way, understand it in the dark night, reverse it in the universe, cut off my first cut, and cut off my day!" The black-clothed monk flashed a gloomy light in his eyes, suddenly raised his right hand, and when he pointed to the sky, it was gray. A thunderstorm suddenly appeared in the sky, and when the rumbling noise spread from all directions, the thunderbolt directly fell on the right hand raised by the black-clothed monk.
This thunder is a black thunder!
The moment when the black-clothed monk was grasped, it turned into a twisted thunder blade, connecting the sky and the earth. At this moment, as the black-clothed monk's right hand suddenly fell forward, this thunder blade seemed to be about to The gray sky opened wide, and slashed downward!
The world screamed, this huge thunder blade, under the rumbling noise, cut an astonishing gap in the sky, and directly cut it down, trying to kill all existence in this gray world.
Meng Hao's whole body trembled, and the pain was intense again and again. At the moment when the thunder blade fell, his hands were unconsciously raised, and he pushed forward violently. Under this push, all the dead beings around were all together. Flying together, a huge bone ball was formed in midair!
All the gray auras around, at this moment, went straight to the bone ball. In the blink of an eye, the ball was completely gray, exuding the power of terror, and went straight to the thunder blade.
With the roaring sound, all the monks in this place, except the Yuan Ying, stunned, and some even collapsed and died.
In the reverberation of this loud noise, the gray bone ball trembled fiercely, unable to resist the lightning blade, it was directly cut open, torn apart, and collapsed endlessly.
Meng Hao spouted a mouthful of blood, and went straight to the ground in the air and fell. The tiankeng under Saint Snow City appeared again. The city collapsed and began to disintegrate. Meng Hao laughed miserably. It was already his limit for three generations, but even so, Still can't defeat a true spirit slasher.
In mid-air, the black-clothed monk took a deep breath, and a puff of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, he looked at the falling Meng Hao with a strange glow in his eyes.
"It deserves to be the six-generation inheritance mark of the Hanxue clan. If I get this thing, I will definitely cut off my third sword... and complete the spirit slash." The black-clothed monk showed his attachment and raised his right hand. He was about to grab the fallen Meng Hao, but at this moment, his expression changed drastically for the third time.
Sudden change! !
When Meng Hao's body fell to the ground, a mark appeared on the back of his right hand! !