The reserve of spirit stones may not be too much for casual cultivators, but for a large part of the black god who has been passed on for a long time, even if it is split into five tribes, the spirit stone...
There were many.
Maybe it’s not enough to support the aircraft’s flight for several years, but it’s also enough to support half of the distance, but over the past year or so, with the advent of purple rain, with the scarcity of spiritual energy until almost non-existent, the consumption of spiritual stones The product becomes the only supplement, and it consumes faster.
Fortunately, there are not many cultivators in the Crow God tribe, so the consumption is much less, which is still enough at the moment, and the only thing that needs to be considered at the moment is how to obtain such a large-scale flying magic weapon that does not require the spiritual power of the cultivator.
"At this moment, the entire northern part of West Desert, various tribes are migrating, this magic weapon... even if there is a real deal, the price must be extremely amazing!" Meng Hao looked at the struggling Wushen tribes around, with a thoughtful expression.
This is already the tenth day of the migration of the Wushen tribe. More than a thousand people from the Wushen tribe have been walking in this mountain range where their ancestors and ancestors have been living. Back, except for those few individuals, the members of the Wushen tribe rarely stepped out of this mountain range.
The rain is so heavy that it should not be allowed to fall on the body, otherwise, whether it is a monk or an ordinary clansman, the fire of life will be slowly extinguished.
This is true even if it is a strange monster, it's just that the persistence can be longer, but any existence with life will slowly perish in this purple rain.
The thorns of the rattan were broken and turned into a bark-like material, which was made into something similar to the clothes, which became a must-have for every member of the Wushen tribe.
In addition to more than a thousand members of the Wushen tribe, the migrating team also had Meng Hao's monster group. Fortunately, these monster groups could survive in Meng Hao's storage bag. Relatively speaking, it was much better.
Except for the special life of the strange monster, the monk is unable to enter the world of storage. This migration is doomed to difficulties and ups and downs.
Far away, the sky is always dim, the rain is rushing, and the silence in the migration makes the road ahead seem to never come to an end.
A month later, on the edge of this deep mountain, Meng Hao wore a quilt like a cloak and walked forward. He was wearing a cloak and surrounded Meng Hao's body. He was wearing a hat. The whole person looked bleak.
The brutal giant panted and followed behind Meng Hao. His body was huge and could not fit in the storage bag. It could only walk outside. Gula walked at the foot of the brutal giant, coughing while walking. His face was pale and vitality was dim. Fortunately, the fire of life shows no sign of going out.
But in this purple rain, he, like other monks, gradually seemed to become a mortal.
It is conceivable that it may not take too long for them to become monks who can't perform any spells. At that time, they... are mortals.
"The tribe behind has been with us for three days..." A black crow whizzed out, and when he approached the Gula, his body shrank and stood on his shoulders.
Gula glanced at the crow and spoke in a low voice.
"It should be the nearby Taiwel tribe, a medium-sized tribe..." The clan father of the Wubing tribe, looking behind him, frowned.
"Would you like Wu Ye to come forward and fuck them?" The heavenly beast and the parrot, as well as the trinity of frozen skin, turned into a big bald man, and the voice of the parrot came out at this moment.
Meng Hao didn't speak, and continued to move forward. He held a jade slip in his hand. The slip was simple and simple. It came from Yichenzi's storage bag and recorded the blood sacrifice method he practiced in it.
Including how the Black Moon Totem cultivated, including his escape method, there is even a very vicious technique called Blood Sacrifice Searching for Souls, this technique is extremely cruel, but for those who are searched for souls, Immortal or disabled.
Meng Hao walked all the way, always studying, with a little experience.
Seeing Meng Hao's behavior, several other people were not talking. A group of thousands of people walked for another seven or eight days, and a sea appeared in front of them.
To be precise, this is a large lake, the edge of this mountain range, the nearest exit, before the purple rain, here is a basin, inhabited by some monsters, green trees, but now, looking at it, there is no end to the lake. .
"They are here." Meng Hao glanced at the lake, turned and looked behind him. When he spoke lightly, everyone around him also looked vigilant and looked in the direction where they were coming.
The clansmen of the Wushen tribe also dispersed one after another, giving way to a large empty ground, one by one with bad eyesight. Among them, the tribe of the Wudou tribe, even more so, their cultivation base of hundreds of people, after Meng Hao returned. , Immediately recovered, branded Meng Hao's Frost Soil Totem, and even went further.
It didn't take long. When the sound of footsteps came out, it was mixed with heavy breathing and low growls.
A group of about three thousand people, riding on a fierce lion-like beast, ran across the ground and came straight here.
After approaching, there were five Yuanying monks in the crowd. One of them was in the middle stage of Yuanying. There were totems on the exposed parts of the five of them. The five people looked haggard, but they had a brutal meaning. Diffuse, with the advent of the crowd, these thousands of people stopped a hundred meters away.
With the Wushenbu, separated by a hundred feet, his eyesight is not good.
"The opposite is the Thai Welding Department. We are the Wushen Department. You have been following it for a long time. If you are on the same road, please wait first." After getting some vitality and medicine, he recovered a lot, and his voice was thunderous at this moment.
The cultivation base of Yuan Ying's mid-stage was also revealed in this voice.
No one answered the words of the Wubing tribe. Among the five Nascent Soul monks in the Taiwel tribe, the one who has reached the middle stage of cultivation is an old man in a black robe. He is holding a compass in his hand and his eyes are on After sweeping the compass, he suddenly raised his head and glanced across the crowd. Finally, he looked straight at Meng Hao. He couldn't see through Meng Hao's cultivation, but he thought that the most threatening place to him was the clan of the Wubing tribe. The male groaned for a while, gritted his teeth fiercely, and his eyes showed murderous intent and greed.
"On him, no one stays here!"
As soon as his words came out, the tribesmen around him screamed and took out the spirit stones one after another. As a supplement to the consumption of spiritual energy, the strange monsters under them roared, and thousands of people came straight to Meng Hao. The five Nascent Soul monks were even more so. He flew out quickly, started the cultivation base that he was not willing to waste a little bit in the ordinary day, and rushed towards Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he gave a cold snort, raised his right hand and waved forward, and immediately the power of the frosty soil turned, a cold wind whistled, and frosty soil faintly appeared, and his body was also a teleport between steps. , Appeared directly next to a cultivator in the early Yuanying stage, raised his right hand with a wave, and the fire attribute totem exploded. In this cold and heat, the body of the early Yuanying cultivator suddenly collapsed and exploded.
The appearance of this scene immediately caused the expressions of the members of the Thai Welding Tribe to change drastically, and they were shocked. Obviously, they did not expect that Meng Hao's shot would instantly kill one of their sacrifices!
The black-robed old man also took a deep breath and made a chuckle in his heart, but before he had time to think about it, he jumped up and headed straight for Meng Hao.
The cultivators of the Wushen Department also rushed out at this moment to start a big battle.
Meng Hao shot swiftly, a teleport, and when he appeared, he was in front of the black robe man. When the left hand was raised, the sea of fire was overwhelming. After the right hand fell, the golden totem turned into a golden rain. When he hurried away, the black robe The old man pinched his hands with both hands, and immediately outside his body, a nine-headed liger suddenly appeared, roaring towards Meng Hao.
Meng Hao let out a cold snort, raised a fist with his right hand and fell. With the roar, the nine-headed liger collapsed directly. When the cold wind spread, Meng Hao's figure had appeared in front of the black-robed old man. His complexion changed drastically, he took out the Lingshi to replenish his aura. When his body retreated quickly, Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and his right hand raised a finger. The black-robed man immediately looked shocked and his body was imprisoned. Meng Hao walked calmly. He took the compass in the old man's hand and looked gloomy when he looked at it.
On this compass, there is a light spot, and it is me.
"Where did you get this thing?" Meng Hao said lightly.
At this moment, the black-robed old man also resumed his body control, he took a deep breath, didn't say a word, and quickly backed away.
"Don't tell me, then Meng has gotten it by himself. Except for the strange monsters, no one will stay." Meng Hao patted his storage bag with his right hand, and immediately his monsters rushed out, thousands of monsters overwhelmed and straightened. He ran around, and the screams suddenly spread.
In this migration, either you die or I live, no kindness can exist, otherwise, what awaits the Crow God tribe is perish.
Meng Hao's heart was already cold from the moment he decided to guard the Crow God tribe. For the enemy who came, since you have come, it is life and death.
He took a step forward, and his speed was so fast that the whole person faintly turned into a wisp of blue smoke. It was a dusty escape method that appeared in front of the black-robed old man in an instant, with his right hand. When raised, the lotus sword array whizzed out.
The power of the years suddenly descended. Although the power of the lotus sword formation has returned to normal after returning from the ruins and bridges, the current world is already extinct, and there is not much aura. The life of the monk is being attacked all the time. As a result, the lotus sword formation spread instantly, and the years of Jiazi immediately passed from the black-robed old man.
"This is..." The black robe old man's complexion changed drastically again, his mind was shaken, his vitality was not much, the disappearance of Jiazi's years at this moment, immediately made his whole person older and more of a sudden, especially when he was shocked to find that he was here. Unfolding the spiritual energy consumed by the supernatural powers, unable to keep up with the replenishment of the spiritual stone, but the young man in front of him, from beginning to end, did not take out the spiritual stone, as if... the thinness of the spiritual energy between the world and the earth has no effect on him. .
But as he approached, Meng Hao's speed was so fast that when he raised his right hand after an instant approached, his right hand instantly turned into a dark glow, faintly turning into a black moon, pressing on at the moment when the old man’s vitality dissipated and his mind was relaxed. His heavenly spirit.
"Soul Search!"
At this moment, the old man let out a scream, his body trembled fiercely, and when he was about to struggle, the lotus sword formation revolved again, the strength of the years passed ruthlessly, and the passing of another Jiazi made the black robe old man wide his eyes. At this moment, his memory was directly seen clearly by Meng Hao, as if flowing water.
Meng Hao's complexion also grew gloomy, until it turned into frost.