A few days later, at the border between Motu and West Desert, Meng Hao in a green robe sat cross-legged on a savage giant, and followed the savage giant's roar and whizzed forward.
In the hands of this savage giant, there was also a West Desert monk with a look of grief and indignation, and this person was Gula.
When the city collapsed that day, he and the savage giant were buried in the dark pit, until later collapsed with the black robe monk's spells. Although the black hole disappeared, he and the giant were buried in the same ground.
If it weren’t for Meng Hao’s thought of this before he left, I’m afraid it’s the Gula and the savage giant, they will never see the sun...
The parrot stood on Meng Hao's shoulder, with a bell turned into by skin jelly tied to his ankle, with an arrogant look, proudly looking at the sky, and sighing from time to time, as if sighing and regretting.
Regrettably, it was more than five thousand cultivators of Jinguang Sect. These people were finally left in Motu by Meng Hao and stayed in Dongluo City.
The running giant has a cane on his body. This cane is sluggish at the moment. From time to time, the thorns penetrate through the body, but it is quickly recovered. Meng Hao obtained the thorn seeds. According to his previous ideas, let the cane It swallowed, but the cane could not be controlled for a short time. At this moment, it was dying, and it took some time to recover before it could completely swallow the thorns' ability.
"The ink soil is in chaos." Meng Hao sat cross-legged on top of the wild giant and murmured softly. The last city in the alliance also chose to submit and became a part of Motu Palace.
Even if it was the Golden Light Sect, after hesitating a few days ago, Meng Hao made arrangements to let Golden Light Sect belong to the Motu Palace.
The Mo Tu at this moment seemed to be unified in Mo Tu Palace, but it was actually from this moment that the real chaos came.
Seventeen tribes in West Desert have formally stepped into the ink soil, as if they were about to remake this place, and the place they passed was in ruins.
As Meng Hao was pondering, his expression suddenly changed. He raised his head and looked into the distance. He immediately heard consciousness. Suddenly, the giant giant's body suddenly stopped, visible to the naked eye, and his body gradually emitted a yellowish light, that is, a dozen breaths. In time, he turned into a small hill.
This kind of change technique is the natural instinct of the savage giant, even if the Nascent Soul cultivator wants to recognize it, it will take some time.
After a half-pillar of incense, there was a blast of neighing from the distant sky. A large black cloud whizzed past in the sky. Inside the black cloud were vultures, with red eyes and rotting smell all over their bodies, raising a black rotting mist. Go straight to the distance.
On the ground, a sea of beasts rolled, causing the ground to tremble, and thousands of monks from West Desert, after the sea of beasts, blasted past.
A huge banner was raised high, and a bone was painted on the banner, pale color, revealing the breath of death, this is a symbol of a tribe, this is a West Desert tribe that has stepped into the ink soil.
It wasn't until the tribe left that the hills turned into by the wild giants melted again. In the ripples, the figures of the wild giants and Meng Hao were revealed. Meng Hao frowned when he saw the galloping sky in the distance.
"This is the fourth tribe." In just a few days, Meng Hao witnessed the four West Desert tribes entering Motu.
"Is it because Motu belongs to West Desert, so these tribes come to occupy it?" Meng Hao's brows tightened, and he always felt something was wrong. When these West Desert tribes went away, the crowd sometimes revealed that. The feeling of relief made Meng Hao feel that there was a problem.
"Regardless of whether these West Desert tribes have any problems, I can't go back to the Southern Territory at the moment. The ink soil is too small and in chaos, not suitable for practice.
Then the only place to go right now is West Desert. "Meng Hao raised his head and looked in the direction of Xi Mo, with a strange light in his eyes.
"West Desert is exactly where I am going!" As early as when he refused the invitation of the Hanxue family, Meng Hao had already made up his mind to go to West Desert. Only by going to West Desert can I go deeper. Only by studying totems can you perfect your five-element thoughts, and refine your own five-color primordial infant with alchemy methods.
No one has walked this road!
"I need five different five-element totems for gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. This is the most basic. Only after you have it, if you have all the herbs for alchemy, can you really practice!"
"It's just that there is a clear difference between the West Desert monks and the Southern Territories. They use the power of totems, which leads to a distinct difference in breath, which can be recognized at a glance." Meng Hao showed thoughts and wanted to study totems. , The best way is to mix into the West Desert as a West Deserter.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for the monks of the Southern Territories to come into contact with some core matters in West Desert.
Moreover, he asked about Pijong about this matter, but Pijong was still sluggish after the catastrophe. According to it, he needed a rest and could not continue to help the evil and immoral Meng Hao change.
Even Meng Hao used his assassin to offer three bullies in exchange, and Pi Dong was visibly shivering, but in his excitement he burst into tears, with an expression that he could not get the treasure after seeing the treasure.
Meng Hao was silent, letting the barbarian giant run before. After a while, Meng Hao's eyes flashed suddenly, revealing a touch of decisiveness.
"It seems that I really want to cooperate with Yan Song. He has said before that there is a way to solve the problem of different breaths. Moreover, if he has really prepared for many years, this matter is credible." A coldness flashed in Meng Hao's eyes.
"With my current cultivation base, combined with the Blood Disintegration Flash and the Lotus Sword Formation, although there is still a gap with the Yuanying early stage, but the boss in the early Yuanying stage wants to kill me, it is not easy, if I wear it. Scarlet mask... In the early Yuanying stage, you can fight!" Meng Hao took out the wooden slip that Yan Song gave him, and the spiritual knowledge dispersed into it. After a while, he patted the big head of the brutal giant with his right hand. The brutal giant roared, changed direction and followed Meng. Hao ran away from the location.
A few days later, in the area bordering Motu and West Desert, under a continuous mountain fault, in the dense jungle, there is a small river. The river flows and emits a silver light that outsiders can’t see. Every night, this light will shine. It is more obvious, so that people in all directions, who use special methods to operate the cultivation base, can clearly see.
At this moment, beside the river, Yan Song looked at the two middle-aged men with a smile on his face.
These two people were both originally Yuan Ying’s early cultivation bases, one wearing a blue robe and the other wearing a black gown, sitting cross-legged with Yan Song in three directions.
"Friend Yan Dao, when will it start?"
"Don't worry, Daoist Wang, there are two fellow Daoists on the road. Counting the time, they can come today and tomorrow. When they come, we can start."
"Friend Yan Dao should think about it and come by one more person. Although it is more certain, it also means that one more person will divide it up." The middle-aged man in the black robe said lightly.
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, Yan Mou has studied that place for a long time, and you can conclude that there are enough Spirit Slashing Pills distributed by five people." Yan Song said with a smile.
"I hope that friend Yan Daoist is true." The monk surnamed Wang wearing a blue robe smiled when he heard the words, and the threat was self-evident.
"Wang Daoyou saw Mu Jian with his own eyes and has his own judgment. If you really don't believe it, even if Yan Mou persuades you, you won't sit here at this moment." Yan Song smiled and spoke lightly.
The monk surnamed Wang coldly snorted, but did not refute it.
Soon after the moonlight came, the three of them raised their heads at the same time and looked into the distance, only to see a long rainbow roaring from the dark sky. It instantly appeared in front of the three of them and turned into an old man.
This old man's cultivation was also in the early stage of Yuan Ying, but it was the peak of the initial stage, clearly surpassing the three of Yan Song.
"Pharaoh Pharaoh Li Tian!" The monk surnamed Wang suddenly shrank his eyes, and looked at the coming old man fiercely with a solemn expression.
The monk surnamed Mo, wearing a black robe beside him, also looked down at this moment and narrowed his eyes.
The old man Li Tian glanced at the two calmly and grinned. This smile was a bit gloomy and looked full of chill.
"Wang Daoyou and Mo Daoyou are also here. When you were goodbye, you two were still anxious, and your relationship got better and better. I don't know when Li can eat the wedding wine of the two Daoists?" Li Tian laughed hoarsely. The voice was harsh, and there was a touch of contempt in his expression.
After his words were spoken, Wang and Mo didn't change their expressions. They seemed to have become accustomed to such statements.
"The matter of the two of me is better than Li Daoyou's hobby. I don't know how many female disciples of the sect have been damaged since I have practiced. So far, the Southern Territory has not dared to step into the half. Have fun too." The monk surnamed Wang said lightly, although he was jealous of Li Tian in his heart, he was still sharp in words.
The cold light flashed in Li Tian's eyes, he smiled hoarsely, and stopped talking.
Seeing that these three had finished recounting the old story, Yan Song coughed.
"Li Daoyouguo is a believer. To enter the West Desert this time, you still need a lot of help from Daoists." Yan Song laughed and stood up and clasped his fists.
"It's easy to say." Li Tian's voice was as harsh as iron and stone rubbing.
Yan Song smiled and was about to speak, but suddenly, the old man Li Tian's complexion changed and he turned his head abruptly.
"Who!"
Almost at the moment his words came out, a bloody light flashed in the depths of the jungle, disappeared in an instant, and when it appeared, it was three feet away.
The appearance of this figure was too abrupt. Yan Song, Wang, and Mo didn't notice the slightest before. It wasn't until Li Tian made a sound that something was wrong.
Almost at the moment this figure appeared, Li Tian gave a cold snort, and suddenly raised his right hand. When pinching the tactics, there were bursts of black aura entangled, turning into black cranes, carrying cranes, and went straight to the blood-colored figure. Come.
"No face." The blood-colored figure spoke lightly, raised his right hand and waved forward, and a huge face suddenly appeared around him. This face was vague, but it showed a force that shocked everyone. After the crane touched, it formed an agitation and made a loud roar.
Under the loud noise, Li Tian's complexion changed. When he raised his head violently, his eyes showed cold light, but in the depths of this cold light, there was fear.