After the blood figure had gone away, the Five Poison Department was completely activated. The Five Poison Department was the majority, possessing a giant flying magic weapon. It was a huge python that looked lifelike.
A body that is about a thousand feet tall, exuding waves of coercion, this flying magic weapon was a saint ancestor of the Wudu tribe that fell out of his body, and then was paid a huge price by the Wudu Ministry, and the Tiangong Ministry was invited to replace it. Production, only then made such a flying magic weapon.
This magic weapon can accommodate thousands of people on weekdays, but in order to kill the Wushen Tribe, the Five Poison Tribe does not hesitate to spend the spirit stones, even at the loss of this flying magic weapon, forcibly carrying more than 30,000 people. The leader of the sacrificial rites hurried away according to the place they must pass through to obtain Meng Hao's route.
In the crowd, Zhixiang was also among them. After returning, she was always low-key, hiding her cultivation base, and no one could see the slightest clue. At this moment, her eyes flashed and her brows were frowned.
"Unexpectedly, there is still a drop of Ji family blood in this Five Poison Department. Looking at its blood gas concentration, it looks like a Ji family powerhouse in ancient times. So that the Ji family didn't notice such a drop of ancestral blood falling outside.
Even so, this is also immortal blood... But it is still not enough to kill Meng Hao. Zhixiang's eyes flickered, and she lowered her head silently.
The giant python whizzed away. A few days later, it reached a lake, and in a flash, it crossed the lake and flew to the distant world.
"The old man can feel that the blood of the sky is close to the goal. Tonight is the time to beheaded. Once the Great Dragon of the Black God tribe dies, I will gallop with all my strength, and within one day, I will be close to the Black God Tribe!" Gong said in a deep voice, sat cross-legged on the giant python, and closed his eyes again.
In the middle of the night, the sky was dim, there was no moon, and the surroundings were pitch black. On a higher terrain, the Wushen tribe began to repair and set up some simple tents to surround it.
Regarding the chores in the tribe, there was the original Wubing tribe's clan father, which is now elected. The Wushen tribe's clan father, he went to observe the ceremony, and several other Yuanying monks cooperated. In the past two years, the Wushen tribe has fallen. Well organized.
At this moment, Meng Hao is sitting cross-legged in his tent. This tent is at the deepest point to highlight Meng Hao's identity and dignity. Outside the tent, there are also a pair of monks from the Wushen tribe who guard here day and night.
Meng Hao closed his eyes and placed a hip flask on his right hand. For the past two years, he has always taken out this Han Shan's hip flask. There is an eternal drink in it. After drinking, although he didn't get any more sword spirit, The feeling of warmth can make the body more comfortable in this purple rain world for several years.
It's just that you can't drink too much. Meng Hao only drinks three sips a day at most.
At this moment, when he crossed his knees, his eyes closed, and his mind was immersed in the scarlet mask. The nineteenth ancestors of the Ji family who had been sealed by the three-tailed flags for many years, the nineteenth ancestors, as long as Meng Hao had time, he would go away and use those three He constantly pierced the supernatural wooden sword back and forth, making Ji Jiu yelling and cursing, but his body's cultivation was unable to recover quickly. Meng Hao used the wooden sword to limit it to a certain extent. .
The ancestor of the Li family on the side was an excited frustration hand. He was full of thunder, and sometimes thunder was walking around. After experiencing the catastrophe that year, Meng Hao had almost completely transformed into a thunder soul.
In recent years, in accordance with Meng Hao’s request, he stared at Ji nineteen like a jailer. Whenever he saw Meng Hao torturing Ji nineteen, the ancestors of the Li family were very excited, and even persuaded him many times to make Ji nineteen. Become a thunder soul.
For Ji 19th, these are the second, and the more tragic thing is that Pi Dong suddenly became interested in him two years ago, so he ran in every three to five, and continued to save, making Ji 19 almost almost To collapse, every time at this time, the ancestors of the Li family would be extremely excited, and his expression would become distorted and hideous.
"Tell me, how did the cause and effect of the Ji family come out? I won't let the skin freeze for at least a month to save you, how about it?" Meng Hao said in a temptation, in exchange for the roar and curse of the nineteenth ancestor of the Ji family .
Meng Hao’s expression grew colder. His cultivation base is not as weak as before. At this moment, he has the ability to kill this extremely weak Ji Nineteen. At this moment, his eyes flashed with coldness, and then he became calm again. He was about to change his skin. Suddenly, his complexion changed and his body disappeared in an instant. At the same time, in the tent, Meng Hao, who was sitting cross-legged in the tent, suddenly tore a crack in the void in front of him.
This crack appeared silently, and no one outside the tent noticed it. Inside this crack, a blood-colored hand stretched out. This hand is weird and has no palm prints. In the palm of the hand, it seems that there are tens of thousands of faces instantly transformed, making This blood-colored hand, full of weirdness, went straight to the center of Meng Hao's eyebrows, and instantly clicked.
Just at the moment when the bloody fingers were seven inches from the center of Meng Hao’s eyebrows, Meng Hao’s closed eyes suddenly opened and closed, a strong life and death crisis, instantly enveloped Meng Hao’s mind, his body retreated suddenly, but the bloody The finger went along with it, and from this crack, its blood-colored figure appeared intact.
Meng Hao retreated and hit the tent directly. His eyes flashed, and the four totems of gold, wood, fire, and soil in front of him were directly transformed, and they violently collided with the bloody fingers that came.
The roaring sound was shaking the earth at this moment. In this quiet night sky, it spread all over the place immediately. The tent collapsed and exploded. When Meng Hao's figure went out for a moment, the Wushen tribe tens of thousands of people, Qi Qi was shocked, appeared one after another, and raised his head. , I immediately saw their saint ancestor Meng Hao, whistling backwards in the air.
In front of Meng Hao, the blood-colored figure radiated blood, and his fingers were always seven inches away from Meng Hao. Despite the obstacles of the four great totems, it seemed to have no effect at all.
Meng Hao's complexion changed again. When he backed away, the blood-colored mask appeared, which was put on his face for an instant, and the same blood burst into the sky, transformed into a huge mask, and went straight to the blood-colored figure.
The roar echoed, the blood-colored figure directly penetrated the face, no longer seven inches from Meng Hao, but five inches.
"What is this!" Meng Hao's eyes shrank. At the moment of crisis, blue light flashed in his eyes. When he opened his mouth, the fairy sword and blue rainbow flashed immediately, like an open sky and thunder, and he went straight to the scarlet figure in an instant.
The speed is so fast, the fairy sword cut once, and while the roar echoed, there seemed to be tens of thousands of miserable screams. The blood-colored figure was directly cut off, collapsed countless, and when it dissipated, Meng Hao saw tens of thousands of faces transformed. One twisted room, all shattered.
The roar echoed, and on the earth, there were tens of thousands of people from the Wushen tribe, looking at the sky one by one, with anxious expressions, until they saw that the blood-colored figure collapsed, they were relieved one after another.
Meng Hao was in the air with a gloomy expression.
"This blood-colored figure appeared too suddenly and too strangely. The purpose of it was to kill me, and once I was beheaded, then all the members of the Crow God tribe would immediately fall in their cultivation...
Yep? Something's wrong! No matter which tribe wants to kill me, in the face of such a situation, it will not let it go, it will come in person, it is difficult now, the crisis of the Wushen tribe! "Meng Hao's complexion changed suddenly when he thought of this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the dark sky in the distance. He was about to raise his right hand to summon the demon group, but at this moment, the life and death crisis came here in an instant, and Meng Hao's eyes shrank. , The body instantly turned forward and the whole body turned into a black moon, like a wisp of blue smoke, straight ahead.
Behind him, in the void, there are countless blood-colored light spots at this moment, which condensed in an instant, and once again turned into that blood-colored figure. This time, the blood light has faded a bit, but it gives Meng Hao the feeling that it is more pure, life and death. The crisis is stronger!
The bloody figure flickered, and in an instant it condensed into a drop of dim blood. The appearance of this drop of blood immediately caused Meng Hao to breathe quickly and his expression changed drastically.
"Soul blood! This is a drop of soul blood!!"
This soul blood flashed across the sky, and at an indescribable speed, it came straight to Meng Hao. An aura of heaven and earth, self-respect, spread from this drop of blood. At the same time, a sense of cause and effect, also There is faintly in this blood.
Even at this moment, the three-tailed flag in Meng Hao's blood-colored mask trembled rapidly, revealing a thirst, and exuding an aura like a natural enemy!
There is also the nineteenth ancestor of the Ji family. At this moment, his body roared and his expression revealed unbelievable.
"The breath of ancestors is very old, very old, so old that it seems to be beyond the history of the Ji family... This is impossible. Which generation of ancestor's blood is this? Whose blood is this!!"
"The blood of the Ji family!" Meng Hao's eyes widened sharply. All his magical powers, all spells, even totems, will have no effect on this drop of blood. The speed is so fast that even if Meng Hao turns into blue smoke and escapes, he can In the blink of an eye, he was caught up.
Meng Hao didn't even have time to fully unfold it even when he sang the sword spirit.
Just when the blood was about to meet Meng Hao, Meng Hao could only wave his right hand, and immediately 80,000 demons appeared in a sudden. As soon as these demons appeared, Meng Hao immediately placed a guardian black god on them. The command.
Meng Hao only had time to finish this, and the blood directly touched Meng Hao's eyebrows. At the moment of tingling, Meng Hao snarled.
"Qinan!"
At this moment, the power of Qi Nan suddenly came and burst out on Meng Hao, directly confronting the drop of blood. I don't know what kind of changes occurred in the specific process. That drop of blood did not kill Meng Hao. Killing, but after touching Meng Hao, a meal under Qi Nan's power, and then spreading infinitely, actually enveloped Meng Hao's body in an instant.
At the same time, in the distant sky, the huge python from the Five Poison Tribe whizzed to the sky at this moment. Tens of thousands of the Five Poison Tribe rushed out of each other instantly, turned into long rainbows, and went straight to the earth.
There are also tens of thousands of monsters, under the control of several dragons of the Five Poison Department, they rushed out, overwhelming the sky, with an astonishing momentum, and all the powerhouses of the Five Poison Department also have the determination to destroy the Wushen Department. , Teleported from.
Even further away, the sky was twisted, and the totem ancestors of the Five Poison Ministry, besides the poisonous spider and the poisonous scorpion, the remaining three totem ancestors also appeared.
In just a moment, the more than 1,000 people at the core of the Wushen tribe immediately recognized the identity of the Five Poison Ministry, and their eyes reddened the moment they recognized it.
Enemies meet, never die!