There is an island floating in the Tianhe Sea. If you look down in the air, this island looks like a turtle. This island is in the Tianhe Sea. It has been mysterious for many years. It is often floating and always covered by fog.
At this moment, the island was floating, and suddenly there was a sudden stop, and a roar came from the island, shaking the earth.
"Fuck off! Your grandpa, I finally slept, so you come to disturb, that memory of Boy Meng, you think I want to, damn, fuck off!"
The voice of the patron ancestor resounded like a thunderous rumbling, setting off the waves of the sky, making the voice of emptiness and vicissitudes breathe quickly.
"How come there is such a existence!! How can I cut, how can I cut!!"
Just when the sound of the vicissitudes of life was completely frustrated and shocked by the existence of Meng Hao, on this Tianhe Sea, on another small island, there was a hunched old man standing in front of the drawing board with a smile on his face. A mighty man in front of him painted.
But while painting, the old man suddenly frowned, and when he looked up at the sky, a deep light appeared in his eyes.
"For those who are remembered by the old man, Ji Tian can't cut the cause and effect." The old man spoke lightly, raising his right hand, and with a wave of the pen in his hand, a piece of ink spilled out into the sky.
At this moment of merging into the sky, the entire sky, at this moment, is instantly dark.
A screaming scream suddenly came out of nothingness. The master of this scream is the nineteenth Ji Jia who said vicissitudes of life.
In this scream, all the monks who had been cut off the silk thread suddenly shook their bodies, and the karma silk thread that existed between them and Meng Hao was cut to pieces. At this moment, like time reversal, one by one. Reunited from the fragmentation, not only is it intact as before, but even more tenacious due to this collapse and reorganization.
Chu Yuyan was pale and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she looked at the character Meng on the wall. After being silent, she raised her right hand and wrote Hao behind.
The pill ghost put away the pill and stared into the distance without speaking, but his determination was revealed by the firmness in his eyes.
The little fat man was rubbing his head, thinking blankly about the past in his mind. At this moment, his body trembled suddenly, and he took a breath. In the memory of his mind, there seemed to be some more past events. After making his complexion change continuously, he thought about it. Meng Hao.
The same was true for Chen Fan. In the entire Southern Territory, Motu, and West Desert, all the monks who had previously collapsed the silk thread recovered at this instant.
Xu Qing bit her lip, in silence, looked down at the pill bottle in her hand, with a deep worry in her eyes. Looking back on the previous scene, she only felt cold all over her body. She couldn't imagine it, if it was in her own memory. , There has never been Meng Hao, so for himself, what kind of loneliness would it be.
In the silence, Xu Qing gritted her teeth. She understood that strength is the root of all problems. At this moment, she has made up her mind to thoroughly integrate with the Feng Zu in her memory to improve her cultivation.
West Desert, Wu Sacred Land, in the middle of the volcano, in the pool of good fortune, Meng Hao's body shook violently, he heard a scream, and in this screaming scream, Meng Hao opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the silver fishing line outside his body. It became black at this moment. The black spread rapidly. Wherever he passed, the fishing line disappeared into nothingness and turned into nothingness. That screaming scream just now.
In this scream, Meng Hao's eyes showed a cold light. He could not see the previous experience, but he had seen the scene of the old earthworm being beheaded for cause and effect. He could imagine what life and death he had just experienced.
With the murderous intent in his eyes at this moment, he saw a vague phantom that appeared not far away. The phantom looked like a monk, surrounded by black flames, and the screams became stronger and stronger. At this moment, he was struggling to step in again. Escape from nothingness.
"Shui Dongliu, it's Shui Dongliu..." The vague figure screamed as he kept saying the name. Meng Hao's eyes flashed, his right hand lifted up and he waved forward. After the scarlet mask was directly put on his face, Xiu Xiu In order to burst out, with the madness of the cultivation base, his whole body radiated blood and rushed out.
Blood finger, blood handprint, blood kill world!
At this moment, all appeared, roaring and resounding, and all fell on the illusory figure. Meng Hao's murderous intent was intense. With a wave of his right hand, the lotus sword array appeared in an instant. Shadow away.
"Die to me!" Meng Hao's voice was cold, pinched with one hand during the words, and pointed to the front.
Ziqi cut, Ziqi strangling, Zilinyue, purple light surging to the sky, roaring and echoing in the whistling.
"Without a face and a beacon!" Meng Hao raised his left hand and pressed his mask. A huge facial phantom suddenly appeared outside his body. He opened his mouth, seeming to utter a silent word, and roared straight to the phantom. .
The screaming screamed again, Meng Hao shook his body, rushed out like lightning, raised his right hand, put on Fang's gloves, a punch, a loud roar, Meng Hao's murderous intent spread, and continuously blasted out. Hundreds of punches.
Every punch contains powerful power, and the roar is constant. Seeing that the illusory figure seems to be shaky, it seems to be sealed with all the power to fight back, even the cultivation base is extremely fragile, but he insists on stepping into nothingness. , Meng Hao pinched the Jue, and the eighth ban on the demon sealing suddenly appeared.
At the same time, at the moment the figure paused, Meng Hao's expression was filled with evil spirits. He found that his own spells, such a bombardment, could not hurt the opponent too much, but once he let this person escape, Meng Hao was not reconciled.
Since I killed Ji Zi, I am not afraid to kill another Ji Nineteen, especially the opponent at this moment. It is estimated that the weakest moment in this life, immortality at this moment, and endless troubles.
Meng Hao gritted his teeth and lifted his right hand to press on the scarlet mask.
"Three-tailed flag!" Meng Hao yelled, and directly used the strongest of all his magic weapons, the three-tailed flag in the scarlet mask!
With the current cultivation base of Meng Hao, one of them can already be used reluctantly, and it is no longer an illusory appearance, but a physical appearance. As soon as Meng Hao’s words come out, his surrounding aura swirls, and a blood-colored flag shadow appears in an instant. Meng Hao put down his right hand, and the flag moved the world to change, and he rushed out, directly curled up on the phantom of Ji Jia Nineteen, and slammed under him.
Ji Jia Nineteen screamed sternly, even more shocked and horrified, with unbelievable screams.
"This is... This is... Shanhai Emperor Banner!!" In his exclaimed, his body roared, and there was a vague phantom, as if he were not in the same world as Meng Hao, but at this moment he was forcibly dragged. He came out, appeared in front of Meng Hao, and turned into an old man.
The old man was all embarrassed, his face was burnt with black ink, and his breath was disordered, only about the formation of alchemy, which was obviously suppressed forcibly.
He looked shocked, as if he couldn't believe that he was dragged into this world.
"It's impossible, it can't be the emperor banner. According to legend, the emperor banner is broken..."
"Emperor your sister's banner!" Meng Hao's face showed anger, thinking of the life and death before, and he also thought of Shui Dongliu's words that he remembered, Ji Tian's unquenchable cause and effect, knowing that if it were not for Shui Dong Liu, I am afraid that it will be a life of nine deaths today.
When he was angry at the moment, he unknowingly uttered the parrot's verbal language, stepped forward during the speech, raised a punch with his right hand and fell, and amidst the roar, the old man's screams came out.
"You are so mere Fanzi, you dare to hurt the old man, you..."
"boom!"
"Dare you kill me!!"
"boom!"
Meng Hao's right hand was extremely powerful and he kept bombarding him. The Ji Jia Nineteen in front of him, the old man had been constantly breaking down, but his own cultivation base was strong, and despite being attacked in this way, his body recovered extremely quickly.
"A mere mere mortal is worthy of hurting the old man. Whether you lead the old man out of the season boundary, when the old man recovers, he will kill you yourself!"
A cold light flashed in Meng Hao's eyes, his right hand simply put away, and he looked at the old man in front of him coldly, his eyes showed a strange light, the old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he sneered.
But at the moment when his sneer came out, Meng Hao pinched his left hand and pointed a finger on the center of the old man's eyebrows.
"It's a pity to kill you, you have to use your blood, plus the blood of that Jizi back then, to refine Meng's blood spirit!"
"The recovery speed of the old man is faster than the slightest injury you caused!" When the old man said grimly, Meng Hao waved his right hand, and the lotus sword fluttered and turned into the strength of the years, constantly descending on the old man.
Under the lotus sword formation, the old man's expression changed, but he still snorted coldly.
"If it is doubled, it will have some impact on the old man, but the power of these years is not enough!"
"Isn't it enough?" A cold light flashed in Meng Hao's eyes, and he directly took out the four wooden swords and pierced them into the old man's body to prevent him from recovering.
The old man was awkward, but when he saw the four wooden swords, especially when they were pierced into the body by the four wooden swords, he let out a more screaming scream.
"Damn it, damn it, this is... This is the Sword of Immortal Killing!! You, you, who are you, how can you have the Sword of Immortal Killing, although the seal has not been unlocked, but this... This is the Sword of Immortal Killing!!" His injury deteriorated instantly, and his recovery was immediately extremely slow. In Meng Hao's various tortures, this Ji Jia Nineteen was extremely miserable.
"I have time to torture you!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed with coldness.
When Meng Hao tortured the Ji family at nineteen o'clock, in a very luxurious mansion in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, she had a relationship with Meng Hao that year. The violent woman Fang Yu was slowly wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth. What Ji Family Nineteen could not foresee was that his causal annihilation also affected the Eastern Tu Tang and Fang Yu.
Fang Yu showed anger on his face, stood up abruptly, and just about to leave the house, suddenly, an extremely angry woman's voice, suddenly shocked the sky from the backyard of the house.
"Jijia!!" Fang Yu's expression changed in the voice. She saw a figure flying directly from the restricted area of the backyard, and instantly appeared in front of her, turning into a luxuriously dressed middle|year|美| Woman, this Chinese|Year|Beauty|Women’s complexion is dark and frosty. When it appears, the heavens and the earth change, the surrounding nothingness trembles, and the whole earth shakes. Even the surrounding houses, even if there are countless restrictions, appear to be broken Mark of.
"Mother..." Fang Yu trembled. She was most afraid of her mother.
"Follow me!" This middle|nian|beauty|women is the same woman who had appeared in the Song family in the Southern Territory back then. There was a strong murderous in her eyes, and she turned and went straight to the distant Ji family in the east. Tu Datang's ancestral house left.
"Mother, don't be impulsive, Dad once said..."
"Don't mention your dad to me, you go or not!" Zhong|nian|mei|Fengfeng's eyes showed suffocation.