"Despicable!!" The face of the great sacrifice of the Five Poison Department changed, staring at Meng Hao, gritted his teeth, but his body retreated subconsciously. He is no longer in the late Yuan Ying stage. When facing Meng Hao, his heart Fear has taken over most of it.
He had just finished speaking. At this moment, there was a whistling sound coming from a distance. It was the blood body. After killing the two great totem saint ancestors, he quickly approached with a desire for blood.
The speed is so fast, if it weren't for Meng Hao's connection with each other, I'm afraid they would not be able to notice it immediately.
This arrogant great sacrifice outside the Wushen tribe, his complexion changed drastically at this moment. When he cried out in exclamation, his body immediately exploded in cultivation base, all kinds of magical powers were taken out, and he desperately blocked it, but it was just a moment. Time, the blood shadow directly penetrated all the magical powers and magic weapons, and pounced on the body of the Great Sacrifice of the Five Poison Department. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and after the blood shadow, it passed in an instant.
When the blood shadow passed through the body of the big sacrifice, the body of the big sacrifice of the Five Poison Department withered rapidly, and all vitality disappeared, including the Yuan Ying, and died in an instant, the whole person directly became a corpse, all the blood , There is not a drop left.
The corpse fell to the ground, and when he fell on the ground, he still maintained the expression he had before his death, with fear, horror, and deep regret...
The blood shadow was in the air, whizzing past, and went straight to the battlefield of the tribesmen of the two sides, rushing to the tribe of the Five Poisons, wherever it passed, like a sea of blood swept across, when leaving, a piece of dry corpse.
The clan father of the Wudu Tribe looked at this scene, his appearance was already old, and at this moment, it seemed that his body was lifeless, and the vicissitudes of life seemed to be about to walk into the tomb.
"In this battle, I have lost the Five Poison Department." Hearing the screams in his ear, the Wudu tribe father pierced his heart, looked at Meng Hao, clasped his fists and bowed deeply.
"The old man begs the totem saint ancestor of the Wushen Tribe to leave a ray of hope for the Five Poison Ministry..."
Meng Hao was silent, and the screams from all around kept coming, more and more, after a long while, Meng Hao spoke slowly.
"If it was the Wushen Tribe who failed, would you agree to this request if I made this request?" Meng Hao looked at the clan father of the Wudu Tribe and said calmly.
The tribe of the Five Poisons is bitter, and he himself understands that this is impossible. If it is the Five Poisons that wins in the end, then the Wushen Tribe, whether young or old, monks or ordinary people, will not be killed. Be clean and completely annihilated.
This is not a personal grievance, this is a battle between races, there is no kindness, no mercy, and some are just a life and a death!
"The old man understands, then now...you and me fight!" The Wudu tribe father took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, his eyes showed a strong fighting spirit, but in the depths of the fighting spirit, there was a desire to die. .
"It’s worth dying in the hands of the totem saint ancestor of the Wushen Tribe, and the old man is worth it. As the five poison tribe clan father, I curse your Wushen Tribe... On this road to Motu, all of you die, but at the same time, being the same It is the cultivation of the ethnic group in the northern part of West Desert... I hope that the Wushen Tribe... In the days to come, it will bloom beyond the past glory. After all, you are also the cultivation of the northern part of West Desert!" Came to Meng Hao.
Meng Hao looked at the five-poison clan father and saw the other party's desire to die. There was some emotion at the center of the silence, but in action, there was no muddy movement, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he took a step forward.
The two of them approached in mid-air, roaring and resounding, and all kinds of magical powers were continuously unfolding from the hands of the five poisonous tribesmen, like the flower of life, when they die, they will bloom all of life to their fullest.
In this roar, in the collision of this magical technique, in the roar of supernatural powers, in the battlefield, the terrible screams of death of the Wudox tribes continued, but they became weaker and weaker, less and less. …
Ten breaths later, the five-poison tribe father spouted blood, laughed up to the sky, and rushed again.
Twenty breaths later, the Wudu tribe father, who lost his arms, still shook the sky with laughter, and rushed towards Meng Hao with persistence.
Thirty breaths later, with a loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth, and when a huge cloud of fog lifted into the sky, Meng Hao slowly took off the scarlet mask. Torn apart, he collapsed and exploded. Before he died, his eyes appeared blank, but in this blankness, there was relief.
Both form and spirit are destroyed!
I don't know if there is a certain conclusion in the dark. At the same time as the death of the five-poison tribe's father, it was also the moment when the last five-poison tribe's tribe was taken away by the blood and vitality on this battlefield.
The war with the Ministry of Five Drugs has come to an end here.
But at the moment when Meng Hao's heart relaxed, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he lifted up instantly. Under a sway of his body, he teleported and appeared in front of a clan of the Crow God tribe in the distance, and his right hand was lifted and pressed forward. .
"Get off!" Meng Hao looked terrifying, and his voice was like a spring thunder falling down, shaking the earth, roaring and whirling, directly in front of him, as if exploding nothingness, setting off layers of ripples, revealing hidden in the ripples, I don't know when to roar. , But was blocked by Meng Hao... Scarlet figure!
This is the blood body of the Ji clan refined by Meng Hao. He looks exactly like Meng Hao, except that his whole body is filled with blood. When his body appears, he stands in front of Meng Hao with unkindness in his eyes, but he is struggling again. This kind of thirst for blood caused him to turn around abruptly after killing the last person in the Five Poison Department before, and according to his instinct, he wanted to devour all the living lives here.
At this moment, the members of the Wushen tribe were short of breath, waking up from the excitement of the Five Poison Department of the war, and retreating rapidly, even the demons in mid-air.
All the tribesmen and demons were behind Meng Hao for a short period of time, even the sky beasts were still panting, quickly stepping back, its instinct made it scared of the blood body.
Only the skin jelly and the parrot stood on both shoulders of Meng Hao, condescendingly, looking at the blood body of the Ji clan in front of Meng Hao.
"This guy is too ugly, bald, and he doesn't even have a single hair. Why is there such a thing? But how does the breath of this guy make the fifth master a bit familiar? I can't remember..." Parrot commented.
"Hi, hello, hello, I'm your third master, can you tell you how many can you count? I can count to three..." Pi Dong looked at his blood curiously, and started very "friendly". call.
The blood and body stared at Meng Hao fiercely, ignoring the parrot and the skin jelly, a kind of jealousy from the depths of the soul and the mark of Meng Hao on the body. At this moment, there was a strong conflict, in this conflict. , Its expression became more and more struggling, and it growled at Meng Hao Meng.
Its cultivation base is special. In this blood, you can't feel the so-called core pill formation or spirit slashing. It seems that on it, there is no cultivation base, only a breath. This breath is extremely terrifying, as if it surpasses the cultivation base. , Has become a kind of terror to all living beings, like natural enemies.
Especially the more it absorbs the blood and vitality of the strong, the stronger its aura. At this moment in front of it, if Meng Hao had personally refined it and added it to the blood fairy inheritance, there were so many control methods. There will also be instinctive panic.
Seeing the low roar of the blood body of the clan in front of him, Meng Hao's heart sank. There are records on the blood fairy inheritance. The spirit refined by blood has a certain chance of rebellion. Generally speaking, most of them appear in the time of the blood god of Dacheng. , A few appear in the blood spirits, but the blood bodies of the first level have almost no possibility of rebellion.
But right now, this Ji clan blood body, at the level of the blood body, showed signs of rebellion. This should be a situation that the Blood Immortal hadn't expected back then.
When this happened, Meng Hao thought of that mysterious drop of blood of the season.
At this moment, Ji Clan's bloody eyes flashed red, and he rushed towards Meng Hao in a low growl, but at the moment it pounced, Meng Hao's eyes instantly showed red light, and it was in the blood-colored pupils. , A rune mark flashes.
After a few flashes, the blood body immediately let out a scream, and the body retreated suddenly.
Meng Hao gave a cold snort, and when he raised his right hand, he immediately pinched the tactics. According to the method in the blood fairy inheritance, without any reservation, all the restraining methods integrated into the blood body were activated during the refining process.
The screams came more and more from the blood, and its body trembled, until after half a stick of incense, the whole body collapsed with a bang and turned into a drop of blood, only when Meng Hao put away the mark, raised his right hand, and took the drop of blood. Retracted.
When this blood fell on the palm of Meng Hao's hand, it turned into a thread of blood-colored silk, eyeless silk, which was the core that Meng Hao had chosen for the blood body of this season clan before.
Taking away this blood body, Meng Hao's expression seemed as usual, but his heart was gloomy. This blood body was only the first sign of rebellion. Meng Hao suppressed it and launched all restraints, but if it was the second time, Meng Hao faintly felt that with the previous methods, the possibility of success would be much reduced.
In the silence, his eyes flashed.
"I used the method of sacrificing and refining blood spirits to refine this blood body. As a result, the restraint methods have been enhanced a lot." After leaving the corpses of those Totem Saint Ancestors, they also took away the aircraft belonging to the Five Poison Department, and gradually went away.
Until after they left, in the distance of this battlefield, on a mountain peak that was about to be submerged by purple rain, nothingness was distorted, Zhixiang's figure turned out, she looked at the distant Wushen tribe and chuckled lightly.
"Sure enough, I still underestimated this person... I thought that even if he could win, he would have to pay some price himself. At the very least, he wasted a stepping song sword energy, but I didn't expect that it would only cost Qi Nan once.
So how many times does he have Qi Nan, how many Jian Qi? Zhixiang frowned thoughtfully, and after a while, she smiled.
"Fine, what do you want to do, there are still some years before the opening of the ancient demon fairy world, it is better to play on this southern star." Zhixiang smiled, body shook, disappeared.
When she disappeared, Meng Hao, who was walking in front of the Wushen tribe in the distance, looked back at her back, revealing a glimmer of light in her eyes.