Through Wuhai, Meng Hao also knew more about the Wuda Tribe. He knew that in the Wuda Tribe, there was a seventh-order dragon with a high status. Even the clan father and priests were very polite to him.
For another example, this time, the Wubing Ministry recruited a seventh-order dragon, especially the seventh-order dragon, followed by a savage giant, which immediately caused this dragon to be regarded as the guest of honor by the Wubing Ministry, causing a sensation in other tribes. .
When Meng Hao heard this, his expression was a little weird. He thought of the missing Gula when he returned from the teleportation.
Half a year's time passed like this. In this Wuda Tribe, Meng Hao felt very quiet, and this quiet feeling reminded him of the time when he first entered the Purple Fortune Sect.
The same no one to bother, the same inconspicuous, with its own secrets, with its own schemes.
Meng Hao smiled dumbly and looked down at the five green wood wolves next to him. In the past six months, Meng Hao felt that his biggest gain was that he had a deeper understanding of the identity of the demon seal master.
This understanding comes from feeling, from sealing and sealing!
At this moment, if he wishes, he can seal Da Mao in an instant, because there is qi in his body, and this qi is a demon and is within the seal.
Similarly, if he wishes, he can let the other green wood wolves become the same existence as Da Mao.
In the end, it was the formalization. Regarding the formalization, Meng Hao has been thinking a lot in the past six months, and he can be sure that the formalization is a recognition and good fortune for all strange monsters.
Like canonization!
The higher the rank of the other demon, the stronger the desire for confession. If the confession is not a demon, it is not a demon!
In the past six months, in addition to a deeper understanding of Master Conferred, Meng Hao's yard has long been full of lotus flowers, just like his house in Saint Syracuse, lotus flowers are everywhere.
Most outsiders ignored this. This was the freedom of the monks. No one could interfere or interfere. No one knew what this lotus flower meant to Meng Hao.
That was the key to his deduction and understanding of the Lotus Sword Formation. Starting from the acquisition of the sword formation that day, until now, in the constant viewing of the lotus blossoms, Meng Hao has planted the lotus in his mind.
This feeling is very descriptive. It is an artistic conception of a lotus flower blooming in your heart when you close your eyes. In this artistic conception, Meng Hao has never used a lotus sword formation, but he is confident, when he expands the lotus sword formation. , And the past, as different as the sky and the earth.
Meng Hao did not continue the study of totems, but in his heart, he had been deduced countless times, and it had long been entrenched.
At this moment, the sky was getting dark. He looked at the sky and couldn't tell whether it was the dark night or the haziness of dark clouds, and he felt the water vapor in the sky and the earth.
"It's going to rain again." Meng Hao murmured. During this period, the rain is always there. Not long after that, the thick raindrops rushed down and hit the ground, falling in a puddle, sending out a fight with the sky and the earth. sound.
There are so many raindrops that were hit when they fell on the earth, as if they were about to fly up by the power of the earth, trying to return to the sky, but in the process, they disappeared and became water vapor.
But even if it becomes water vapor, it is still persistent!
Meng Hao watched, and gradually became addicted. He looked at the broken raindrops, and he seemed to feel an indomitable presence in the dark, the rain turned into qi, and he wanted to lift into the air!
"Buried in the earth, I want to go back to the sky to regenerate..." Meng Hao gradually raised his head, looking at the dark clouded sky, for a long, long time, slowly closing his eyes.
"Perhaps, this is also a way to enshrine demon masters." Meng Hao murmured, and when his cultivation reached his realm, he could already vaguely feel some truths between heaven and earth, and every enlightenment represented a kind of soul. Pioneering, turned into cognition, became the power when slaying spirits in the future.
"It's just... Is it to seal the demon of the world or to seal it up? How to choose it depends on where the road is." Meng Hao was silent. The five green wood wolves beside him were lying there, very quiet. They accompanied Meng Hao and watched the rain together. .
The rain gradually became smaller until the early morning. The area where the strange monsters were kept in the early morning was very quiet, and even those strange monsters rarely made any noise.
At this time, the sound of footsteps disturbed the tranquility here, the sound of stepping on the puddle, and the unfamiliar breath made the place suddenly lose peace.
He was a young man in his twenties. He was wearing a blue leather gown that only the noble members of the tribe could wear, such as silk and satin. The shine under the sun made this young man look, although his cultivation level was very weak, his senses were good. .
He is now frowning, enduring the unpleasant smell, holding an umbrella, and quickly walking across the yard.
"Uali was too much. When my father was still alive, they were in the same line, which one saw that I was not polite and respectful, but now..." The young man gritted his teeth, with anger in his heart, and stepped forward.
He is the Wuchen of the Wuda tribe and one of the three bloodlines of the Wuda tribe. These three bloodlines are all left over by the clan fathers of previous generations. Today, if there are no accidents, the clan fathers of each generation must learn from these three bloodlines. Choose among the descendants of the bloodline.
Wuchen is one of the descendants of these three bloodlines. His father was even more famous as the five tribes of the Wushen. Unfortunately, he died in the outside world a few years ago. This matter became an unsolved case. , Also lost the strongest leader, making Wu Chen, from the real nobility before, into the illusory status that can't be hidden.
Without the line of the strong, because in this realm of cultivation where the weak and the strong, the more noble the identity, the more prying will be caused by the surroundings. This is always present even in the Wuda tribe.
Over the years, Wu Chen fell from aloft. His self-esteem made him unbearable, but there was no way to endure the ridicule of competitors and the increasing disrespect of ordinary people in the clan. He has no solution. He could only bow his head as much as possible according to his sister's request.
But he was not reconciled. He even felt that his sister's choice was wrong. This time his cultivation level finally broke through and became the seventh layer of Condensing Qi. He even secretly borrowed a large amount of spirit from other tribes at all costs. Jing decided to exchange for a Tier 3 strange monster.
"With the third-order monster, I will be more valued in the tribe and among my peers. The others are third-order, and I can't be left by them!" Wu Chen gritted his teeth, enduring heartache, and didn't think about how to return it. Debt, bow your head and walk forward.
He is going to find the third-order Mizuki Silong, and only from him can he obtain the cheapest third-order strange monster.
As a tribe of Wuda tribe, as long as the cultivation base reaches a certain level, they can obtain a Tier 1 strange monster based on their contribution to the tribe. As the cultivation base becomes stronger and stronger, so does the contribution to the tribe. The more, the better the treatment.
The tribesmen of the three major bloodlines are even more special. They can obtain a Tier 1 strange monster for free. Similarly, if the cultivation base is sufficient, the strange monster will always be provided free of charge to them.
As long as they can become stronger, everything is possible, only one thing, if you want to obtain a different monster at a higher level, you need to make a contribution.
For example, at this moment Wuchen, the second-order strange monster, the tribe can give him free, but if it is the third-order, he needs to pay the spirit crystal.
Including Meng Hao, the strange monsters raised by everyone here belong to the Wuda tribe. Meng Hao and others are just raising them and have no rights.
In principle, as long as someone holds a complete token, they can come and take away the alien monster, but this is only a principle. In fact, there is an unwritten rule that the monks who raise alien monsters are themselves low-level. Silong divided his ranks according to the highest rank of the strange monster he raised.
Because of this, in order to respect and not sin against Silong, all the tribes in Ximo, invariably, gave the low-level Silong a power to decide whether to give the strange monsters raised to people.
At the same time, Si Long has the priority to purchase the alien monsters he raises.
In the early morning at this moment, Wu Chen walked hurriedly with a gloomy face, and went straight to the yard he wanted to go. The smell here made him feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, when he was moving forward, perhaps his arrival made the place quiet. No, the roar of strange monsters came from the courtyard.
Hearing Wu Chen was a little upset. He took a few steps quickly to walk through this area of Tier 1 and Tier 2 strange monsters. When stepping into the courtyards where there were Tier 3 strange monsters, he passed by the gate of Meng Hao's courtyard.
But the moment he passed by, it was also in the yard, and the few green wood wolves around Meng Hao roared because of the strange monsters around them.
The roar seemed as usual, but it fell into the ears of the black dust walking by the door, but it made his mind suddenly shocked, and his whole face changed drastically. The roar was not high, but he was too close, and the sound roared at this moment. His mind made his body tremble suddenly, in the sense that he was suppressed.
This caused Wu Chen to take a deep breath and look at Meng Hao’s courtyard suddenly. He had heard the roar of the second-order strange monster, but he had never been as shocking as he is today. At this moment, he did not hesitate at all, stepping forward and pushing away. The gate of the yard, at the moment when the gate was pushed open, Wuda saw a weak young man sitting cross-legged in the yard, looking at him with very clear eyes like the night sky.
At the same time, around the young man, there were five green wood wolves, and their eyes were cold and fierce, staring at themselves, especially one of the thin green wood wolves. When looking at him, Wuchen was not There was a controlled tremor, his complexion changed, and a strong coercion rushed toward his face, causing him to breathe quickly and his heart to beat faster, as if death were coming.
"What's the matter with fellow Daoists." The gaze of the few green wood wolves in this courtyard became an unbearable pressure for Wu Chen. When he wanted to collapse, Meng Hao said softly.
As soon as his voice came out, he dissipated all the coercion, making Wu Chen soft and almost fell directly, his face was pale, but he raised his head arrogantly, and his expression showed strong arrogance.
"I am Wu Chen, a member of the three major bloodlines of the tribe, and the Tier 2 Green Wood Wolf here belongs to me!" Wu Chen endured the tension and excitement in his heart. At this moment, he no longer considers Tier 3, but is full of ecstasy. , He had already seen the extraordinary of these green wood wolves. Although he felt that they were still inferior to Tier 3, they were also the best in Tier 2.
He was about to point his finger at the thin and big hair, but he hesitated for a while, thinking that the other one was more martial, so he pointed to the past.