The voice in the void, in this echo, impacted on the millions of bridge slaves who were whistling around, but did not hurt them at all. Instead, they bounced back and turned into countless echoes, making Han Shan at this moment. One person’s voice is like tens of thousands of people responding.
The momentum suddenly rises due to a single sentence, and the word monstrous is indescribable. In this scene, only the meaning of heroes can show half of it!
Meng Hao's heart was shocked. He saw Han Shan, saw this sentence, and suddenly set off a momentum. He also saw that those bridge slaves did not have the power to resist Han Shan, but... Han Shan didn't want to hurt them.
Or in other words, he is afraid of accidental injury!
Injured by mistake, the person he is looking for!
Meng Hao remembered that when he saw Han Shan for the first time, he looked at the eyes of those bridge slaves. In those eyes, there was searching and melancholy. He seemed to have been looking for the woman in his life.
That woman named Xueer, his wife.
In this lonely search, three thousand years have passed...
When Han Shan's voice reverberated, Han Shan's right hand suddenly lifted, with a sun-like glow in his eyes, and he suddenly slashed towards the mountain. Under this slash, he suddenly became drunk.
Meng Hao also has a sword spirit, which can be compared with Han Shan's personal shots, just like Yinghuo and Haoyue!
The alcohol scent spread, and it filled the world in an instant. In that scent, countless figures faintly appeared. These figures were Han Shan, all drinking, and there were more and more figures, a full 100,000!
The one hundred thousand people, at this moment, all spit out alcohol, and at the same time, in the alcohol of these hundred thousand people, a hazy scene suddenly appeared.
That obscurity is like a picture, in the picture is a world, a complete world, with sky, earth, life, everything is extremely real, as if there is the realm of his Hanshan.
A sword, at this moment, was suddenly cut from Han Shan's hands. In this moment, the cyan sword exuded a monstrous sword aura. This sword aura spread and turned into a blue dragon, roaring and tearing. Opened the void, condensed all the alcohol, absorbed all the haziness in Hanshan's realm, unfolded quickly, and went straight to the mountain and the palace.
The ripples set off were enough to kill all lives, and the cohesive momentum showed supernatural powers that surpassed ordinary monks.
The speed is so fast that the moment is approaching, but in this blue dragon roar, it seems that it is about to blast away the nothingness and crush everything...
A cold snort suddenly came from the palace on that mountain. As soon as this sound appeared, the entire emptiness of icy cold instantly reached the level of horror.
The first is the blue dragon. After a fierce meal in the air, its body instantly turned white, and at the next breath it became an ice sculpture.
Afterwards, the whole nothingness appeared in Meng Hao’s eyes. This white was frost, which appeared out of thin air and connected the frost of heaven and earth. The condensation of this frost, formed from nothing to form, directly covered the whole nothingness. Looking at it, there is no end to the surroundings, but as far as the eye can see, the whole nothingness has become the earth!
Frost earth!
Frost soil appeared on this earth. This kind of frost soil was not ice and snow, but a variation of the soil.
"Shuangtu Demon Emperor!!" Zhixiang lost her voice, her complexion changed, revealing unbelievable and unbelievable, and even the ultimate shock, so that she directly took out the immortal bridge stone in an instant, and squeezed it fiercely.
But under this pinch, her complexion changed again, and the transmission of the fairy bridge stone had no effect.
Zhixiang's complexion instantly paled.
"The Frost Earth Demon Emperor, he can't survive in the world. Didn't he die in the hands of Ji Zu!!"
"His corpse was taken away by Ji Zu and made one of the four Fengxiantai of his four great stars, the Fengxiantai belonging to the Southern Star!"
"He was taken away as a fairy god, and made into one of the Ji Family's Nine Treasures!"
"All his disciples, all bloodlines, have been refined by the Ji Clan, and turned into the eternal cold river hanging on the gate of Ji's mountain!"
Zhixiang's complexion became paler and her voice murmured, but within the Qilin beast's body, her voice spread farther in the fog, and was faintly heard by Meng Hao, who was not too far away.
At the same time, in the palace of the mountain, the sound came out, and the whole emptiness became a moment of frosty earth. The bridge slaves around, immediately looked no longer at a loss, but turned into hideous, instantly all raised their heads, eyes Flushing, revealing crazy murderous intent.
"When you enter my demon world, life and death are no longer in heaven, and an eternal life, why don't you stay in vain." When the cold voice came from the palace, it seemed that there was a sigh at the end.
As we approached, all the bridge slaves around went madly towards Han Mountain. The unicorn beast where Meng Hao and Zhixiang were, was also roaring, following dozens of behemoths of various appearances around, rushing towards Han Shan.
Han Shan was silent, and laughed miserably, his smile with sternness, and finally turned into the only voice between heaven and earth.
"As soon as you enter the demon immortal and break the mortal fate... I don't believe it!" Han Shan picked up the flask, took a sip, and when he turned around, went straight to the mountain, and the sword in his hand slashed again.
This slash, earth-shaking, a huge void of crack, was suddenly torn open, turned into a sword light, and went straight to the mountain, but as soon as it approached, it immediately turned from the invisible to the tangible, turning into white. , And finally touched, just like the blue dragon, it collapsed and exploded.
It was also at this time, while the bridge slaves were whistling, millions of figures went straight to Han Shan. Han Shan's eyes were red, and he turned abruptly. He raised his right hand and waved forward, and immediately a gust of wine roared. Directly blow away the surrounding bridge slaves.
"I don't want to hurt you, I just want to take away my wife... You guys, don't force me!" When Han Shan turned around, he made another sword. He was in the air with a sword spirit like a rainbow. This time, he dropped nine swords in a row.
The first sword, the sword aura!
The second sword, the sword is full of strength!
At the Ninth Sword, the boundless sword aura penetrated the entire world of nothingness. The nine sword auras merged together instantly, turned into a blue sword soul, and rushed into the mountain.
The soul of the sword was approaching, and it turned white continuously, the sound of bangs echoed, and within a short distance, the soul of the sword was constantly dimming, constantly on its body, frost collapsed, until the sword connection was destroyed by the eight swords. After getting angry, the last sword aura suddenly slashed on the palace.
The roar was overwhelming, the entire mountain shook violently, the palace was twisted, an old hand, from the depths of the hall, the right index finger flicked, and with a touch, the sword energy collapsed.
Han Shan spurted blood, and when he raised his head, he looked terrifying and roared at the palace.
"Give her to me!!"
Meng Hao's mind was shaken and his breathing was short. He stared at the scenes outside blankly. Everything here was beyond what he, the golden core monk, could understand.
Even Zhixiang was chilling at this moment, cautiously, the more she understood this, the more she felt panicked and her scalp numb.
"Sword Immortal Hanshan, in the past few thousand years, the ninth mountain has risen from a generation of mighty... and the old man... he... his appearance is the same as that of the Frost Earth Demon Emperor hanging in the inner ancestral temple of the sect. It's exactly the same..."
It was an old man who broke the sword energy, dressed in a white suit, with a fairy wind and bones, standing outside the palace, with a cold expression, and the flames in his eyes lit up, and he gave Han Shan a faint look.
"The old man can give you a chance. If you can kill all the bridge slaves here, the old man will let your wife show up and see you.
I can assure you that Shanwaiqiao slaves don't have your wife. "
Han Shan stared at the old man fiercely. At this moment, the bridge slaves around him came with red eyes again, his expression was crazy, as if he was about to eat Han Shan, as these bridge slaves approached, when the bridge slave in the front had already rushed and touched A moment to Hanshan.
"Get out of me!" Han Shan's whole body was murderous, and the sword in his hand swept across behind him in an instant. The sword gas was like a rainbow, and the alcohol gas was overwhelming. There were thousands of bridge slaves wherever he passed, and his body instantly collapsed. Open.
With the killing intent, Han Shan's madness, inner guilt, and three thousand years of torture made him go crazy, turning around and rushing into the bridge slave.
"One, two, three..." By the side of the old man, there was a boy who didn't know when, and the boy smiled slightly and started reading beside him.
The roar echoed, Han Shan's killing had reached the extreme, he seemed to be irrational, and wherever he went, he killed Tiandiqiao slaves with one sword.
One sword is overwhelming, a huge python was cut directly by one sword, and the mist collapsed and dispersed endlessly.
But the millions of bridge slaves, no matter how Han Shan kills them, it is difficult to kill them with a hundred breaths. Seeing that there are more, the boy has counted to thirty-seven.
Han Shan screamed to the sky and screamed, raising his right hand, splashing the jug in his hand, and the wine flew out, turning into a flying sword in the air. It seemed that the jug was not containing wine, but a sword.
There are one hundred thousand swords. Behind each sword, a figure is transformed into a figure exactly like Han Shan. All these figures raised their hands, and while holding the flying sword, all eyes showed crazy and fierce. Proliferation, 100,000 people, killing millions of bridge slaves.
The roar echoed, and the bridge slaves died in large numbers. The giant beasts were cut apart and collapsed, until Meng Hao and Zhixiang's unicorn beasts were also killed by a clone of Han Shan. The horror of anger.
This sword energy directly cut the Qilin in half, and the roar echoed. Meng Hao spewed blood. Seeing the sword energy roaring, his body lost all the strength to struggle, but at the moment the sword energy touched, He stopped abruptly, and walked around directly after a pause in front of Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's face was pale, and although his sword aura was scattered, the endless icy cold surrounding him surrounded him at this instant. Meng Hao couldn't control his body, and fell directly on the frosty ground below. For a moment, his body was covered by a piece of ice. cover.
The crisis of death engulfed directly, Meng Hao didn't have time to think about it, his body suddenly burned without extinguishing the fire, the fire totem was transformed, and the wood totem was burned in exchange for a more majestic fire.
But when he was not extinguishing the fire, the earth totem vortex in his right arm had absorbed the frost and earth from the surrounding frost at this moment, in this rotation!
This scene surprised Meng Hao.