"This is hope!" Meng Hao's eyes flickered. Regardless of the Heavenly Alliance that occupies Mo Earth, they need the use of this so-called demon spirit. He only knows that this is the qualification to enter Mo Earth!
Whoever obtains this qualification can bring the tribe to life and avoid annihilation in this catastrophe.
It is conceivable that in the next short period of time, around the demon spirit, there will be a shocking battle in the entire West Desert.
Meng Hao stood up, turned his head and looked at the clan father of the Wubing tribe. This old man with gray hair also showed unprecedented light in his eyes and looked at Meng Hao.
When the two looked at each other, the clan father of the Wubing tribe stood up, walked to Meng Hao, and stood on the top of the mountain with Meng Hao.
"The old man doesn't know where the demon spirit is in the West Desert, nor has he even heard of the term demon spirit, but he knows that if the so-called heavenly alliance is true, then there is a place where the demon spirit may be born. Sex, more than 80%!" The clan father of the Wubing tribe, short of breath, looked at Meng Hao.
"The ruins of the bridge, the thousand years of opening, this time and Ziyu almost came back and forth, less than a year between each other, this matter... whether it is a coincidence or not, it makes the possibility of the birth of a demon spirit within it has become 80%. above!"
"Xuqiaojie..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.
"But..." The clan official of the Wubing tribe stopped talking. He saw Meng Hao's thoughts, but he knew well that he could guess what he could guess. How could the entire tribe of the West Desert not be able to guess. .
In this way, this time, the degree of danger in the ruins and bridges realm is no longer the realm itself, more... from all the monks who stepped into the ruins and bridges.
"I have decided that if I can't get the demon spirit, I will accompany the Wushen Wubu to finish the final path and engrave the name of the tombstone for you.
But if I can get the demon spirit, I, Meng Hao... will take you and migrate, no matter the success or failure of the migration, I will never leave, let us have no regrets! "Meng Hao looked at the old man in front of him and spoke slowly.
The clan father of the Wubing tribe, listening to Meng Hao’s words, he looked at Meng Hao silently, showing no expression, until he flicked his hem, with his cultivation in the mid-primary stage, he far surpassed Meng Hao’s. At this age, towards Meng Hao, bow down on one knee!
"My Wushen five tribes, for generations, never forget the grace of the holy ancestor, for generations to come, enshrine the image of the holy ancestor, if you violate this statement, let my Wushen five, completely burned!"
At this moment, the other two Yuanying monks in the tribe, as well as those two after their cultivation bases fell, turned into the Great Perfection of Formation, they all heard the conversation between Meng Hao and the Wubing tribe.
Not only them, but almost all the people of the tribe, are always paying attention to Meng Hao here, and they have also heard their voices.
In the silence, I don't know who stood up first and bowed down to Meng Hao. Soon, all of them bowed down one by one, until all the people of the clans bowed down to Meng Hao.
Inside, there are Yuanying monks, Jiedan tribesmen, and all the monks of the Wushen five tribes.
No one speaks, just a silent worship, because all words can’t express their inner gratitude, they can only kneel down and worship, use their actions, and use the tears in their eyes to express their heart’s gratitude. Meng Hao's... Thanks.
Meng Hao looked at them. At this moment, there was thunder roaring in the sky, and the purple rain kept falling down.
"What a monk has cultivated is not only self-confidence, but also more understanding... I dare not say that Meng Hao is upright and upright, a gentleman, but I will do everything my life, and I will be rewarded if I have kindness!" Meng Hao got up and bowed to the five tribes of the Black God. A deep bow.
Time passed slowly, and another three months passed. In these three months, the streams of the earth have begun to merge, and there have been big rivers. Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can see such big rivers, there are seven or eight. Much.
The river is rolling, there is no life, and some are just thick and dead.
Between the heaven and the earth, the aura has become thinner, and the meaning of extinction is also more obvious. The world seems to be desolate...
In the past three months, there are more than two thousand people from the Wushen Fifth Division, more than one hundred people, and they have been severely weak. At this moment, they can only lie there, as if they are about to lose the strength to breathe.
Due to their relationship with Meng Hao, Wu Chen and Wu Ling, sister and brother, stood out by Meng Hao’s default and became the new generation of sun in the tribe. They presided over everything in the Uda department, and were even separated by the tribe. In addition to the clan chief of the Wubing tribe, the remaining two Yuanying monks were accepted as disciples.
As for the Wuling necklace, Meng Hao also inquired about the clan father of the Wubing tribe. From the mouth of the old man, he knew the origin of this object. This object did not come from the Wu sacred place, but from the great Wushen tribe a few years ago. Time, a harvest in the market of the bridge.
After learning of this, the ruins and bridge circles were even more mysterious to Meng Hao. In addition, from the Wubing tribe’s public, Meng Hao learned a very strange thing. Throughout the ages, all those who have gone to the Ruins Bridge Realm have a complete memory of the Ruins Bridge Realm after returning. The ruins of the bridge world, even how to return, are extremely vague, as if this memory has been disturbed and erased.
"There are the seeds of the flowers on the other side, the so-called demon spirits, and even the ancient bridge of stepping on the immortal in the legend... Although it is now a ruin, the stones that were once formed into the immortal bridge, regardless of whether it is special or not, are of their own The structure, if it is really the soil of the five elements, then maybe there, I will have the good fortune of obtaining the soil attributes." Meng Hao was silent, his eyes showed brilliant light, and his inner expectations for the ruins of the bridge realm became greater and greater. .
During this period, the parrot returned, but within a few days he went out enthusiastically, not knowing what to do, the purple rain seemed to have no hindrance to it.
Half a month later, at noon on this day, there was a thunderous and reverberating sound, and silver lightning appeared in the sky. With the roar of lightning, the whole sky seemed to be divided. When the earth quaked, all the people of the tribe were shaking and looking towards the sky. When the purple rain lasted for several months, at this moment... it stopped!
Zi Yu stopped and immediately shocked everyone. Meng Hao's eyes flickered and looked towards the sky. Then, he saw a scene that caused him to roar and breathe quickly.
In the sky, a bridge appeared!
A bridge that seems to occupy the entire sky with no end in sight. The endless light radiates from this bridge. It is these lights that disperse the rain, so that this day, the entire West Desert, at this moment, there is no rain. .
If you look carefully at the thundering lightnings, they are all inside the bridge, and they didn't appear outside the bridge at all. In this way, when you look at them, these lightnings are like cracks that fill the entire bridge between heaven and earth.
"Take the immortal bridge!" Meng Hao stared at the majestic bridge in the sky. He saw that although the bridge was illusory, it still existed as real.
Countless complex runes shine on this bridge, and every rune seems to contain fluctuations that are enough to destroy a Nascent Soul monk, and a richer breath spreads on this bridge. This breath carries the vicissitudes of life. The sense of spirit is obviously different from the spiritual energy. It seems to be thicker, as if a small area is equivalent to a large range of spiritual energy in the outside world.
Especially when this breath dissipated, Meng Hao discovered that this breath beyond spiritual energy can be absorbed by monks, but it is this breath that makes his mind shake... He can also absorb it too!
This scene made Meng Hao's mind shake extremely strong. The bridge was radiant and earth-shaking. At this moment, the sky seemed to be covered by its light and disappeared, as if it lifted the curtain, revealing a... starry sky!
Meng Hao was breathing fast, looking at the starry sky, he could be sure that this starry sky was the real world beyond the southern sky.
Even at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the bridge between heaven and earth, wearing a long gown, unable to see his face, and emitting a strong light, but it was faintly visible, like a woman.
She lowered her head and glanced at the earth. When the jade hand was raised, an irregular stone appeared in her hand. This stone looked ordinary and there was nothing surprising. In this woman's hand, she gave a light Waved, floating in front of him.
"Step on this bridge, hold the Immortal Bridge Stone, you can pass into the Ruins Bridge Realm, and when you return, you can open it with this stone!" Next to Meng Hao, the clan father of the Wubing tribe spoke quickly.
Regarding how to enter the ruins and bridges and how to return, Meng Hao had known from the Wubing tribe's father a few months ago. At this moment, his eyes flashed, he glanced at the sky, and raised his right hand with a wave of thorns. Appears, surrounds the Wushen tribe, pierces into the mountains and rocks, with it, it can protect the Wushen tribe from the attacks of other tribes that have migrated during the period of Meng Hao's departure.
Meng Hao knew even more that in this ruins bridge realm, the ordinary Silong would never step into it, because there, all outside monsters could not exist.
This point was not said by the Wushen Fifth Division at the beginning, but afterwards, the Wubing tribe's father, with apology, told Meng Hao.
At this moment, when Meng Hao saw this immortal bridge stepping on it, he also felt an aura that repelled the other monsters within it, as if this bridge was a bridge for monks to become immortals, not demon immortals. Even though the body was destroyed, The rules are still there.
Therefore, the demon group was left by Meng Hao in the fifth department of the black god. He took a deep breath, shook his body, and went straight to the sky. The speed was so fast that the whole person turned into a long rainbow. Below the fifth department of the black god, more than two thousand monks While staring, he went straight to step on the fairy bridge.
At this moment, among the dozens of qualified tribes in the West Desert, some people whizzed up and walked straight into the immortal bridge. In the Ministry of Five Poisons, the person who went to was... Zhao Youlan.
Her right arm had already recovered, and she was wearing a white dress, stunningly beautiful, and flew up to the fairy bridge.
This bridge seems to have only one, but in fact, above every qualified tribe, what you see is exactly the same. No one else can be seen. All you can see is the woman standing on the immortal bridge and her The fairy stone in front of you.
Different areas, different people, whizzing approaching at the moment, Meng Hao's figure flashed, appeared directly in the sky, appeared in front of the woman, raised his right hand, and grabbed the Immortal Bridge Stone.
As soon as Meng Hao's hand grabbed the Immortal Bridge Stone, his body buzzed as if he had grabbed a fast-moving object, and was driven away quickly.