At this moment, in the underground palace of the patron sect, in the closed room of Patriarch Patriarch, Patriarch Patriarch with disheveled heads and red eyes, showing a madness. He is not willing to plan to fail. Seeing that everyone is leaving, he is afraid that this place will be remote from now on. No one will come back. Suddenly, sadness came to my heart. I saw that the monk of the Jin Han Sect was going to attack the only inner disciple, and he was extremely angry. He did not hesitate to use the little remaining cultivation base, and then he made the sound like opening up the world. Like a loud roar.
This sound shook the sky and set off a storm sweeping in all directions, causing the barren hills around the patrons to uproot, and countless trees were uprooted. At this moment, the whole world was swept by a hurricane connected to the sky, and a large number of trees were directly inside it. Shattered, the hurricane turned into blue-black, bursts of lightning roared, and the complexions of those Zhao Guoqiang in mid-air changed greatly, and their expressions showed horror.
Even Zhou Yanyun of Sword Sect, his eyes shrank suddenly, and Chen Fan was caught in a coma, and his body immediately retreated. As the sword hummed under his feet, countless sword lights appeared immediately around him.
There was also the mid|year|beauty|woman of the Qingluo Zong. At this moment, the complexion changed rapidly, and without hesitation, he took the compass, and the compass suddenly expanded with a bang, which was more than double the size.
As for Zhao Shanling of Jin Hanzong, he took a deep breath, and quickly retreated. He raised his right hand under the pinch, and immediately the golden sword flew out behind him. Suddenly, his body was golden, and he looked like a heavenly general.
The three of them stared at the Patriarch Sect as if they were facing an enemy.
At this moment, Meng Hao, who was on the East Peak, watched this scene change. The roar and loud noise made him deaf. The hurricane in the sky was rolling for nine days, like Tianwei, making Meng Hao difficult to breathe. He opened his eyes wide. , His body kept retreating, and his clothes all over his body were swept by the wind. If he hadn't grabbed the boulder next to him, his body would have been blown away by the wind, but his eyes were bright. The words of the ancestor of the mountain reminded him of that year. When I first came to the Paoshan Sect, I saw the unwinding words.
Elder He Luohua and Ouyang, the two of them also changed their complexions at this moment. This scene was too sudden and shocked both of them. It seemed that under this gust of wind, their cultivation base would collapse.
"I want them to know that my ancestors are still here, and they can't let them move this little baby surnamed Meng. Only one of his inner disciples has not been taken away. If he is killed, my hope will be gone! In the underground palace, the ancestor of the mountain gritted his teeth and roared, raising his right hand and slapped his forehead suddenly. The whole person shook and spurted blood, but he did not stop, and continued to slap himself fiercely, blood spurting. When he came out, his body was rolled upside down.
There was a cruel look in his eyes, and he patted his forehead seven or eight times in a row, and blood spurted out every time. The blood gathered together in an instant, and went straight to the stone wall in front, roaring into the sky. The blood was spending most of the time. Later, I finally rushed out some forcefully again.
After the patron ancestor finished this, his head tilted and he fell into a coma, and his consciousness fell into suspended animation, except that the essence and blood contained a trace of spiritual consciousness.
At the same time, this blood broke through the secret room and directly penetrated the underground palace, spreading at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, under the stunned eyes of everyone in the sky, the entire patron sect immediately set off a rolling red mist. The sound of thunder and thunder in the mist shook the earth, and the red mist continued to expand. In an instant, it spread to millions of miles, making this place a sea of red mist when viewed from a distance!
The mist rolled and roared to the sky. This scene directly shook all the monks in the sky, and made these people's complexions completely changed. Even Zhou Yanyun and others were shocked at this moment.
In the red mist, all the disciples of the outer sect of the backing sect were unconscious and they were not injured, but the heads of He Luohua and the elders Ouyang were directly pushed out of the red mist, looking pale and stunned in mid-air.
The fog kept rolling, and the roaring sound made the world seem to have only a loud noise at this moment. The earth was like a sea, and the sky faded. Then, the fog turned violently, and there was a huge face unexpectedly condensed in the fog. come out!
This face is so big that when people look at it, their mind and moments are completely occupied by horror.
It can be seen that it was an old man, an old man who was not angry and full of domineering, he closed his eyes and did not open them, but his appearance fell in the eyes of He Luohua and Ouyang, the two people's minds suddenly roared, and they immediately recognized Come out, this... is the patron ancestor!
"Ancestor..." Ouyang opened his eyes wide, his expression suddenly excited.
"Patron... Patriarch!!!"
"He... he is not dead yet!!" Zhao Guozhongxiu in the sky all exclaimed and turned pale, one by one, they retreated quickly, trembling extremely.
At this moment, suddenly, the huge face made up of red mist, the closed eyes of the Patriarch Patriarch, suddenly opened a gap, just a gap, burst out the world-shattering red that made the sky roar like to shatter. mango.
At this glance, when I looked at the sky, the sky turned red, reflecting the red glow in the face, which filled all directions, and the blue-black hurricane shattered and fell into the sea of red fog. This scene is like a painting, as if it has become a backer. The ancestor's black hair was rolled up by the wind!
At this glance, Zhou Yanyun looked pale, spouting a large mouthful of blood, and after a few steps, the big sword under his feet suddenly shattered, leaving only the broken sword. There was a strong fear in his eyes, and his mind was full. Rumble, he was in the early stage of Yuan Ying's cultivation, but even so, at this moment, the Yuan Ying in his body was wilted under the gaze of this gaze, and he quickly retreated without hesitation in panic, and even took out a blue talisman in an instant. Burning covering his body, Chen Fan went away instantly with a coma. If there is a voice roaring in his heart, telling him that the other party is definitely not Nascent Soul, that is... Spirit Slashing Power!
With this glance, I looked at Qing Luomen's middle|year|beauty|women, and immediately the compass under the beautiful woman's body cracked instantly, and it burst and shattered, making this woman the first time it appeared in her eyes. In response to fear, he spouted blood without any hesitation in his body holding a comatose Xu Qing back. There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to escape.
At this glance, I also looked at Zhao Shanling. The burly man's whole body was bombarded by the mountains. He kept backing away and spewed three mouthfuls of blood. The golden flying sword in front of him collapsed and shattered. His face was pale and he turned sharply. Desperate to tear open the cracks to escape.
With this look, I even looked at the cultivators of Zhao Country. At a glance, everyone sprayed blood, and the foundation-building cultivators had their spiritual energy rolled back in an instant, actually hurting Shouyuan, and each of them paled directly.
Meng Hao was on the top of Dongfeng Mountain, with red mist lingering around him, undulating around his waist. His face was pale, and he was holding the big stone firmly, but from everyone's eyes, Meng Hao's position was actually in the center of the eyebrows of the patron ancestor. .
"Forcing me to disband the mountain sect, and destroy my mountain sect alone, you are so brave!" The voice of the vicissitudes of life suddenly spread from the mouth of the ancestor of the mountain to all directions, and in the words, there are three red lights flying directly. Out, went straight to Zhou Yanyun, the beautiful woman, and the big man of Jin Hanzong.
"Zhou is the contemporary guardian elder of Yijianzong, if you kill me, Yijianzong will destroy you!"
"The patron ancestor calms down his anger, the younger generation is a disciple of the Qingluo Sect, and the family ancestor is Ping Sandao, and is a close friend of the ancestor!"
"The younger generation knows that they are wrong, and I ask the ancestors not to get angry."
When the three people heard different words, they were about to be caught up by Hongmang, and a cold snort came from the patron ancestor.
"The three of you, go back to the old man, go back and ask your elders in the sect, have you forgotten the blood contract that year, Zhao Guo, is the old man’s world, dare to step into the Zhao Kingdom, don’t blame the old man for killing, as for the three Disciple, you can take it away because the old man doesn't want it." With the roar of the patron ancestor, the three red lights dissipated, and the three of them looked pale and went away quickly without hesitation, and disappeared into the starry sky.
In this scene, the surrounding cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom were shocked, one after another trembling, the Nascent Soul cultivators were all like this, at most they were just pill formation, and they were already extremely frightened at this moment.
The legend of the patron ancestors thousands of years ago has once again surfaced in their hearts from the classics of their various sects.
When the voice of the vicissitudes of life came out domineeringly, the mist below rolled violently, and it rolled back in an instant. It was centered on Meng Hao. The mist instantly condensed and turned into a spear, and suddenly appeared on Meng Hao's body. forward.
This gun is not red, but white light, silver light, and golden light are interlaced, and there are more complicated engravings on it, which looks very extraordinary.
"Since the Paoshan Sect is disbanded, it's fine, but this son is the only inner sect. Who dare you wait to provoke him, Meng Hao, you will kill him with this gun... You guys, don't let me go!" The voice reverberated in the heavens and the earth, immediately causing the Zhao Guo cultivators to retreat one by one, but it was not very obvious. The Paoshan Patriarch's voice seemed to be weaker, although it was not particularly obvious, but if you have your heart, you will surely notice it in future memories. come out.
At this moment, even the outer disciples of the backing sect in the sect, their bodies in a coma flew up, throwing around, a blood-colored light curtain directly shrouded the backing sect, it was muddy, outsiders could not see clearly, only Meng Hao was left inside.
He Luohua and Ouyang stared at this scene in a daze. Gradually, He Luohua showed shame on his face, bowed his head and bowed deeply to the blood-colored light curtain, turned around with a light sigh, and left.
Ouyang was silent, and found the disciples of the outer sect around him one by one. After sending them out of the barren mountain, he looked at the mountain sect from afar, sighed, turned and left.
Both He Luohua and him understood that the ancestor had said that the patron sect was disbanded, so there was really no patron sect.
In the bloody light circle, Meng Hao looked excited. He looked at the long spear that sparkled with silver and gold and was about to pick it up. Suddenly, the spear exploded on its own inexplicably, and became a mist. An old man in a red robe is exactly the domineering patron ancestor.
"The disciple Meng Hao pays homage to the ancestors. The ancestor’s threat has deterred Zhao and spread throughout the southern region. The disciples have always admired the ancestors since entering the sect. Zu..." Meng Hao hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed deeply, speaking without thinking.
"Stop, stop, you don’t learn well at a young age, you guys flatter, tell you kid, ancestors, when I was as old as you, these words are smoother than you, and it sounds more natural than you’re saying, you Don't come with me if you have the ability." The Patriarch glared at him, but his heart was very helpful.
Meng Hao looked at the patron ancestor and smiled awkwardly.
"Even if you are flattering the ancestors, it's useless, ancestors, I... don't mention it. Listen carefully, now it's just a ray of my spiritual knowledge that finally scared away the three damned Nascent Soul monks, and now they are about to dissipate. My body will sleep for a year. No matter what method I think of, I have to bring all the strong people above the foundation of the Zhao Kingdom to the ancestor's retreat in a year. If you do this, the ancestor will have a great deal Reward!" In the words of the ancestor of the mountain, his body has begun to dissipate, his expression anxiously raised his right hand and pointed towards Meng Hao.
Immediately a ray of information spread to Meng Hao's mind, telling how to open the entrance to the retreat outside.
"Boy, you are the only seedling of my patron sect. Don't die. If you are about to die, the ancestor will have to be buried with you... I... I hate..." Patriarch's voice is still echoing, but his body dissipates. , Disappeared.
Meng Hao was there for a while before he realized that all the changes in the outside world had actually been scared by this patron ancestor.
"No wonder he didn't kill those three... But, where's the gun given to me?"