Each of these figures is vague, and their cultivation level is not obvious. Among them, there are old and young, men and women, each of them with a daze, carrying pieces of fairy bridge stones, coming from the sea of fog, like ghosts.
When Meng Hao saw it, a strong crisis suddenly emerged. This crisis was like encountering a natural enemy. He had a strong hunch that if these strange figures touched him, then he would undoubtedly die!
"What are they..." Meng Hao saw those ghostly figures, hundreds of them, walking from the foggy sea, passing by him, and as they approached, a icy cold instantly appeared in Meng Hao's body, like Being in the cold of nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Hao saw this group of weird figures, separated one person, and walked to the rock floating in mid-air. When it penetrated directly, this figure suddenly carried a and that rock. An identical phantom boulder.
Like a soul carrying a stone, gradually walking away.
And the immortal bridge stone of more than three hundred feet from which the soul had been taken out, even though it was still floating in the air at this moment, it felt like death in Meng Hao, as if it had lost the power to wander into nothingness.
Until these figures were far away, their voices still faintly echoed.
"When will the fairy bridge reappear to the sky... Ask you when you can meet..."
The sound gradually dissipated, and the fog and sea rolled over suddenly, turning into a storm in an instant. This storm moved the gray of the sky, tearing the gray, and when it rotated fiercely, it also combined Meng Hao and Yichenzi, and that The immortal bridge stone of more than three hundred meters was also involved.
Even with a lot of ruins on the ground, all the existence here was swept into the storm at this moment.
She couldn't struggle at all, and Setsuna was involved in it. In the next instant, during the roar of the storm, it collapsed and exploded, and everything in it was swept away in an instant.
Meng Hao once again had the feeling of being slapped by Kunpeng's wings. The wind was tearing his body, as if he was going to split himself directly, and his body was pushed straight away by the wind at an extremely fast speed.
If it were to change to an ordinary Pill Formation monk, this moment would undoubtedly die. After all, Meng Hao possessed three five-element totems that had crossed the Yuan Ying gully. At this moment, when he gritted his teeth and insisted, his body's cultivation was running, constantly dissolving the wind outside his body.
It wasn't until an hour passed that Meng Hao gradually suppressed the wind outside his body, and then a teleport, instantly escaped from the range of the wind that tore everything.
Meng Hao's face was pale. After rushing out of the strong wind, he spouted a mouthful of blood, and his body instantly went straight to the ground. In a mountain range on the ground, he dug a cave and meditated cross-legged inside.
Until a few days later, the wind outside gradually dissipated, and Meng Hao walked out of the cave and stood in mid-air. He saw the earth in a mess, and many mountain peaks were directly blown off. The wind swept across the land. area.
"What are those ghostly existences..." Meng Hao frowned, feeling strange about the mystery of the Hexu Bridge Realm.
At this moment, he has no trace of the dust, and with this person’s cultivation level, it is estimated that there is a way to escape in the violent wind, coupled with the terrifying speed and fear of himself, it is very likely that he will use Leave this continent as quickly as possible.
While he was pondering, suddenly Meng Hao raised his head abruptly and looked at the distant sky, his expression was startled, where he looked at, there was a faint beam of light. Inside the beam of light, there were a few grains of sand, which turned out to be immortal soil.
Meng Hao's body passed in an instant, and when he appeared, he took away these few celestial soils. With a thump in his heart, his spiritual consciousness violently dispersed, he suddenly realized that there were unexpectedly three locations within the surrounding area, mid-air. Floating such fairyland.
Although there are only a few grains, this is also a fairyland!
"I understand, it was this wind that blew up the fairy soil that was originally hidden in the earth... Then you can imagine that there are already a lot of such fairy soil in the entire sky at this moment!" Meng Hao's eyes showed surprise, and he did not hesitate. , Disappeared in an instant, after a short time, he took away the three fairy soils, and then shook his body and galloped away.
All the spiritual consciousness spread out, and he kept searching for it. In just half a day, Meng Hao's breathing became faster, because the fairy soil he collected during this half day was the size of a baby's fist.
At the same time, Meng Hao also saw the figure of many monks. Like him, they are all looking for the fairyland blown by the wind frantically. Even these people are competing with each other, but the struggle is only a momentary shot. Disperse immediately. After all, there is time to fight, so it is better to look in other directions.
"The immortal soil is the key to my earth totem!" Meng Hao's eyes were red, as long as he saw the immortal soil, he would immediately take it away. If anyone vie with him, Meng Hao will not hesitate. Shot, directly blast away.
The roar echoed, an hour later, Meng Hao punched forward with his right hand, shook a West Desert monk in the early Yuanying stage directly back, grabbed the immortal soil in front of him, and turned and left.
The Yuan Ying monk who was blasted back was a middle-aged man. He looked at the far away figure of Meng Hao with a look of jealousy. The blow just now shook the Yuan Ying in his body and made him feel frightened.
"Who is this person..."
Three hours later, there were three figures roaring in the air. Meng Hao was in it. He pinched his hands and waved outwards. The flames spread to the sky and the impact spread, forcing the other two to retreat. Meng Hao flicked his sleeves. , Rolling up that ball of fairy soil, go away in an instant.
The two of them gritted their teeth, but the fear in their hearts prevented them from chasing them. At this moment, they could only stomped their feet and turned to look in other directions.
Time passed, and a day later, Meng Hao was already completely blushing. The celestial soil he robbed was the size of a baby's head at this moment, all of which were placed in a storage bag, and he was constantly looking for it in the sky of this land. , But for two hours, he didn't see the slightest celestial soil, he should have been taken away by others.
"It's good to be taken away!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed murderously. In this cultivation world, the flesh is weak and the food is strong, and there is bound to be snatching of cultivation resources. Looking for a monk.
One day later, the sky was roaring, and a huge face in mid-air collapsed and spread. In this collapse, a middle-aged man spouted blood, his face was pale, and his eyes showed horror. He took out a handful of fairy soil from his storage bag without hesitation. Throw it out, turn around and leave.
In the tumbling mist, Meng Hao walked out, and after holding the fairyland, he immediately changed direction and galloped again.
Two days later, a red-haired old man and two Nascent Soul cultivators around him were carrying a ferocious, killing a person who was vying with them for the immortal soil. They had just taken away the immortal soil in the storage bag of this person, and his heart was right. When he was happy, suddenly the sky far away was filled with red mist, and a huge mask rolled over.
At the moment he saw this face, the red-haired old man made a bang, his scalp numb, he recognized at a glance, this face was the terrifying monk who had fought against himself and the others that day and nearly crushed the seven of him.
"Bloodface Boss!!" The two monks beside him, after seeing the rolling red fog and mask in the sky, suddenly exclaimed, their complexion changed drastically, and they turned and fled.
During this period, the name Bloodfaced Old Monster has spread in this land. This name refers to a terrifying monk, wearing a scarlet mask, with an amazing cultivation base, robbing the immortal soil, and being robbed by this person. There have been quite a few days during this period, and many people have been forced to stay on this land and leave one after another.
Those who remained were also cautious one by one, seeing the bloody face, immediately fled.
The three of them divided into three directions without hesitation, and fled quickly. After a while, two of them spewed blood out of the roar, and one by one immediately took out the immortal soil and sent them out. They knew the hobby of the blood-faced boss, as long as Immortal soil, sending immortal soil does not kill people, if you resist to the end, you will undoubtedly die.
"Damn... I knew that, I left here when I had some harvest before, this damn blood-faced old monster!" The two monks who had been plundered from the immortal soil sighed again and again, unwillingly, but there was no way, at this moment. The thought of leaving this land arose.
A few days later, there were no more monks in the land where Meng Hao was, only himself. During this period, he almost plundered most of the monks in this place. At this moment, the immortal soil in the storage bag is enough. The size of an adult's head is terrifying.
After Meng Hao tried to feel it, he gained something, but it was obviously not enough!
But the repairs in this place had already escaped. Meng Hao searched for a few days, but couldn't find it. So when a hundred-foot-long boulder came whizzing, he teleported onto the stone and meditated cross-legged. Following the stone, he broke the piece open. The darkness of the earth left here and went to the next continent formed by the immortal bridge stone.
He didn't know that the name of the blood-faced old monster had already spread to all the nearby areas with the leaving monks. Almost all the monks who came to West Desert knew that there was such a blood-faced old monster.
As the stone melted into nothingness, when everything around him became pitch black again, Meng Hao sat cross-legged on the stone, his eyes flashing slightly.
"I met a lot of people, but none of them seemed to have the demon Zhixiang beside me... But I didn't see Zhao Youlan, and I don't know where this person is." Meng Hao thoughtfully took out the map jade slip and looked at it. Determined where this stone is going, it is the largest immortal bridge stone in the vicinity recorded in the jade slip on this map.
"The ruins of the bridge are very large, and every immortal bridge stone is a world, and it should look like there are at least tens of thousands of worlds, and the monks of West Desert can explore only a dozen worlds here."
A few days later, the nihility became more and more icy. Even with the treasure of cold protection, Meng Hao needs to keep running without putting out the fire to stay awake. He was looking at the nihility, watching the endless blackness, suddenly Meng Hao's eyes narrowed.
He saw in the dark void ahead, a middle-aged man in a cyan robe, carrying a sword and holding a hip flask in his hand, was actually physically in the void, stepping forward, sometimes drinking the wine in the pot. , The look declined, with melancholy.
The cold of nothingness around him, as if the weakness is just a wisp of cold wind, can not blow his hair, can not shake his footsteps, walking here, like walking on the flat ground, even around him, nothingness is distorted, such as Before the cold air could get close to it, he avoided it.
Meng Hao's heart shook suddenly, with a trace of amazement in his expression.
Meng Hao saw him, and he also saw Meng Hao.