Meng Hao’s words came out, and the cultivators from the Wushen Tribe were silent at first, and then each of them showed their spirits, faintly with murderous intent, especially the elder Sun, who licked his lips, and his expression appeared. Cruel meaning.
Meng Hao closed his eyes, raised his right hand to the ground, and immediately the monster aura from the plain whizzed out. After an instant condensed together, it turned into a phantom, condensing a temporary monster body belonging to Meng Hao.
This body was illusory and contained Meng Hao's spiritual sense. Under the sway of his body, the black robe shrouded him and turned into a black robe man.
"The tribal people take a rest, my deity stays here, and will send this clone to the alliance." The black robe body floats, unable to see the face in the black robe, but from the black robe, Meng Hao's voice can be heard. .
The four Yuan Ying monks nodded their heads. They were accustomed to the strange supernatural powers of Meng Hao, and even felt that they should have been so.
"Elder Sun, you have been to this area before, so this time you will walk with me." Meng Hao turned into a black-robed man and glanced at Elder Sun.
Elder Sun took a deep breath and got up and bowed.
The clan father of the Wushen tribe also got up at this moment and handed a storage bag to Meng Hao, which contained some tribal spirit stones and supplies.
The body of the black-robed man transformed by Meng Hao's demon body shook, and flew straight to the sky in an instant. Elder Sun immediately followed. The two of them flickered in mid-air for a few times before turning into a Changhong and disappeared instantly.
After the demon's body left, the deity Meng Hao, who was sitting here cross-legged, opened his eyes.
"Resting for a while, waiting for the result, whether it is a business or a war, it all depends on this tribe's thoughts." Meng Hao said lightly. With his status and identity in the Wushen tribe, his words are the voice of the entire Wushen tribe. .
At this moment, as several Yuanying monks around him nodded, the Wushen tribe began to stay here, and began the longest period of rest during the migration process.
At the same time, in the midair in the central area of West Desert, the black-robed man transformed by Meng Hao's demon body, and Elder Sun of the Wushen tribe, were whizzing away.
Both are extremely fast, sometimes teleporting, going straight to the distant alliance.
"Can Elder Sun have a good relationship here?" A few days later, Meng Hao spoke lightly in mid-air. In the past few days, he found that Elder Sun was very familiar here, sometimes in his expression, when he looked at the earth, Will show some emotion.
"Lord Saint Ancestor, I provoke a few difficult enemies here back then. I have been hunted down for several years, so I know more about this place." Elder Sun smiled, his body was thin. There was a scar on his face, only his left face had a scar, which spread across his neck and neck, making his appearance look a bit hideous.
Meng Hao nodded, without asking more, the two turned into Changhong and left again.
Time flickered, and ten days passed. The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, which made the aircraft need half a month's journey. With them, it was only ten days.
In fact, if Elder Sun was not by his side, Meng Hao would have been able to walk the full distance in five days at most in his current state of the demon body.
On this day, in front of the two of them, on the plain of the earth, an area surrounded by countless tents appeared. There were tens of thousands of tents here, not densely packed, but formed into a circle, like a formation, with a certain amount of The power of protection.
These tens of thousands of tents were branded with eight different patterns, representing that this place is an alliance of eight tribes.
In the middle is where the city is located. In mid-air, Meng Hao saw that there were many monks in it, coming and going, it was very lively.
As soon as Meng Hao and Elder Sun approached a thousand feet, the voice of an old man suddenly came out of this alliance tribe.
"Welcome to the Eight Channel Alliance. Our alliance is composed of eight tribes. We stopped here for five months. During these five months, this place is a thousand meters wide and flying is prohibited. Daoists ahead, if you want to come here for business, we welcome."
In the words, the figure of an old man suddenly appeared in front of Meng Hao and Elder Sun out of thin air. There were brown spots on the face of the old man. When he appeared, his eyes swept across Meng Hao and Elder Sun.
"Old man Ou Yunzi, the two fellow Taoists are very face-to-face, I don't know where they are from." The old man slowly spoke, and when he glanced at Elder Sun, his pupils shrank slightly when he looked at Meng Hao.
With his initial cultivation base of Yuan Ying, he couldn't see through the cultivation base of the black-robed man in front of him, which made him vigilant.
"Old man Sun Dahai, who moved with the tribe from the northern part of West Desert, passing by here, I heard that the Eight Vein Alliance formed a temporary market, so he came to exchange the necessary supplies." Elder Sun saw that Meng Hao had no intention of opening his mouth, so he laughed. , Said with a fist.
Ou Yunzi glanced at Sun Dahai, then looked at the void behind the two of them, with a smile on his face as usual.
"Eight Meridian Alliance, welcome all fellow Taoists who come to buy and sell here, two, please!" Ou Yunzi leaned sideways while laughing. The three of them stopped flying, but descended on the earth and walked towards the tribe of the Eight Meridian Alliance in front.
"To be able to migrate from the northern part of West Desert, the tribe where Fellow Sun Dao is located is sure to be extraordinary."
"Oh, this journey has been a lot of setbacks, and I have gone through a lot, let alone this, the Eight-Medition Alliance, where Fellow Ou Dao belongs, has such a weather, it seems that the possibility of entering Motu is very great, Sun Mou first congratulations in advance."
"With the good words of Daoyou Sun, I don't know what you need when you come here this time?"
"It's nothing, it's just some things that are often needed. If there are monsters for sale, it would be even better." Sun Dahai laughed and talked with Ou Yunzi in the mist.
Meng Hao remained silent along the way, allowing Sun Dahai and Ou Yunzi to test each other.
After approaching the tribe, Ou Yunzi smiled and clasped his fists. It was not until he saw Meng Hao and Sun Dahai walking into the square market in the center of the alliance that his expression was gloomy.
"Brother Ou, what's the problem with these two people?" When Ou Yunzi was meditating, there was nothing twisted beside him, and a man and a woman walked out. Both of them were middle-aged. The man was like a scribe, wearing a long gown, while the woman was Cold-eyed, dressed in palace clothes.
It was the middle-aged scribe who spoke.
"They claim to be from the north. The brother Sun has no clue, but the black-robed man next to him, I can't see through his cultivation, and there is a cold aura on this man." Ou Yunzi looked at the second person beside him. The person glanced at it and spoke slowly.
"To prevent accidents, I suggest that these two people leave freely..." Ou Yunzi was interrupted unceremoniously before he finished speaking.
"There is nothing to worry about, and it can't be the ancestor of Spirit Slash. Even in the late Yuan Ying, he is just a person. Now the net is almost ready. When the net is close, there will be no accidents. Fellow Ou Daoist need not worry." It was the woman in palace costume who spoke.
"It's just one person. Why should Brother Ou care? I have been waiting to cast the net for several months. According to the decision of the Council of Elders, the net will be closed during this period. !" The scribe man laughed, his eyes showed a hint of brilliance.
"When the net is closed, the tribe where these two people are located will also be found. All the tribes in the vicinity will become the resources of our Eight Meridian Alliance, and it is worthwhile to stop here for a few months in vain.
Everything can only be regarded as bad luck, no wonder others. "The scribe man laughed and talked with the palace-dressed woman next to him, comforting Ou Yunzi again, and then he left.
Ou Yunzi frowned, and shook his head after a while.
"Perhaps I was really worried." He said, turning and disappearing.
Entering the Fang City, Meng Hao separated from Sun Dahai. Sun Dahai has practiced for many years, and he is savvy and good at inquiring about news. At this moment, Meng Hao is walking alone in the Fang City, looking at the crowds and shops around him, his heart is very surprised.
The scale of this place is not small, not to mention it should be nearby, but whether it is a monster group or a single powerful monster, or some crude medicine, there are many.
There are also some magic weapons, and some maps and routes to Motu. Even in a huge shop, Meng Hao also saw flying magic weapons for sale.
It's just that there is no price tag, just that it needs to be auctioned. Nevertheless, the majestic nature of this market can also be seen. There are a lot of monks around, and there are nearly 10,000 people in just one square city, making this place very lively.
When walking, Meng Hao suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at a simple shop next to him that still showed a sense of luxury. The shop inside was actually a totem!
Different tribes have different totem branding methods, and the totem branding methods sold here are of various types and prices. Such shops have aroused Meng Hao's great interest.
But after looking carefully, most of them were relatively low-level, mainly assisted, and could not allow the monks to make breakthroughs in their cultivation.
After watching it around, Meng Hao had a deeper understanding of this market, until after an hour, when he walked through most of the market, Meng Hao's footsteps suddenly stopped.
He felt a demonic air, which came from a shop next to him. Meng Hao only glanced at it and immediately recognized that the thing sold in this shop was actually the Totem Saint Ancestor!
Or in other words, those powerful monsters that can be turned into totems!
Meng Hao's eyes flashed and he was about to walk in. Suddenly a man appeared in the shop, dressed as a scribe, and he was the middle-aged Vincent who had been talking to Ou Yunzi before.
He smiled and blocked Meng Hao's footsteps.
"This fellow Taoist, everything in this shop has been included in the auction. If necessary, please participate in the auction after seven days."
Meng Hao raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged man coldly, without speaking, turned and left.
But the middle-aged scribe suddenly shrank his eyes. When Meng Hao looked to him, he also expanded his spiritual sense, unceremoniously trying to explore Meng Hao, but in the spiritual sense, this black-robed man seemed to be able to Distorted nothingness, so that the divine consciousness can't get close to the slightest point.
"This person is indeed weird..." The middle-aged scribe narrowed his eyes.
Meng Hao's expression was as usual, walking in the city, the fuzzy face in the black robe showed a hint of coldness.
"There is something interesting here. All valuable things are put on auction... It seems normal at first glance, but if you think about it carefully..."