When the sound resounded like thunder and rumbling, there was a huge python with the size of a thousand meters in the distance between the sky and the earth, and it was whizzing straight to this place!
On the python, there were thousands of monks standing, and their eyes flickered, revealing a cold light. It is exactly the Crow God tribe that has forged cold-blooded killing after several years of war!
No one spoke, up to the old man, down to the children, each of them had gloomy eyes, showing relentless bloodthirsty, and looked at all the cultivators of the Eight Meridian Alliance with cold eyes.
Obviously there are only a few thousand people, but these thousands of people give the feeling of the Eight Meridian Alliance monks, like a ten thousand army, faintly, it seems that they can feel the world-shaking suffocation around the thousands of people in the Wushen Tribe!
The strength of this evil spirit is the invisible aura formed after killing an unknown number of people. It is the burning madness that is about to shake the entire West Desert after the Black God tribe has experienced blood and fire!
"Who are they and what tribe are they!"
"The overall quality of this kind of tribe cannot be forever in the northern part of West Desert, even in this central area, it is very difficult to possess!"
"They... could it be... could it be a demon spirit!!!" Sixteen Nascent Soul monks in the midair of the Eight Vein Alliance, their expressions changed drastically at this moment. Although the Wushen tribe looked only a few thousand people, their aura was too strong. The suffocating aura was so heavy that the monks in the Eight Meridian Alliance on the earth felt a sense of suffocation at this moment.
This is the Wushen tribe!
After experiencing the flames of war, the Black God tribe has risen like a rebirth from the ashes!
The pythons are fast, and it took a day to arrive, but under the full gallop of the Black God Tribe, their speed was shortened by one day, and at this moment, they suddenly came!
Especially on the head of this huge python, in front of the group of cultivators of the Wushen tribe who frightened the Eight Vein Alliance, there was a man standing.
He was wearing a blue robe, a black head with a few white silks, and floating, the whole person revealed a vincent-like temperament, but his cold and stern eyes and frost-like face made this person extremely temperamental. Strange, giving people a sense of being in the middle of winter.
His existence seems to freeze the world, and his appearance is like the source of the evil spirits of the entire Crow God tribe. If the entire Crow God tribe is compared to a blood-stained knife, then this person... is this knife, the sharpest one. The tip of the knife!
He is Meng Hao!
His appearance immediately caused the sixteen Nascent Soul monks in mid-air to breathe rapidly, their eyes contracted, and an instinctive fear filled the whole body like a tide. It was at this moment that they recognized Meng Hao's. The face is exactly the same as the face of the misty monster body that they had so hard to kill before!
This scene, like thunder, exploded in the minds of these sixteen Nascent Soul cultivators!
The expressions of the eight patriarchs changed, and the eight priests were short of breath. Among them, Ou Yunzi's eyes shrank rapidly, and the middle-aged scribe beside him was even more frightened. As for the palace-dressed woman, her expression was unbelievable.
"Who are you!" Among the sixteen Nascent Soul cultivators, one of the two elders with the highest cultivation level in the late Nascent Stage, one of them spoke immediately, and the voice rolled, the same thunder, which can overwhelm the momentum of all directions, but it can't be suppressed from Uzbekistan. The monstrous evil spirit of the god tribe.
"Black God Tribe!" Thousands of members of the Wu God tribe, as the python galloped away and approached the sky where the Eight Vein Alliance was located, Qi Qi made a low voice. This voice was made by thousands of people and became a sound wave. Surpassing the thunder, roaring the world, echoing the sky in all directions, rolling away, roaring to the sky, the spring thunder is incomparable to the slightest!
Like a sky-shattering giant, roaring toward the earth, roaring past, set off a violent wind, aroused an impact, and the ripples swept across, causing the fog here to be forcibly rolled up at this moment.
At the moment when the loud noise reverberated in the sky, the giant python uttered a roar, and the thousands of tribe members of the Black God tribe on its back instantly turned into thousands of long rainbows and suddenly dispersed. This scene from the earth It looked like a goddess scattered flowers, this flower is not bloody, but they will be here, blooming bleeding flowers!
boom!
The killing suddenly went away at this moment. Thousands of people from the Wushen tribe headed straight to the earth. They had long been accustomed to war, blood, and rising from the killing.
War, no words, no curses, no mutual confrontation, but... straight out!
As the Wushen tribes rushed out, Meng Hao's whole person here was like a meteor, and went straight to the eight-mai alliance sixteen people in the air. The speed was so fast that they roared, and behind him, it was the Wushen. The six primordial infant monks of the tribe pierced into the sixteen members of the Eight Meridian Alliance in the whistling.
"Thousands of people, even if they have something good, dare to come here, don't you..." Another old man from the late Yuan Ying period among the sixteen people said gloomyly at this moment.
But before he could finish his words, Meng Hao, who turned into a meteor, waved his left hand, and the sound of inhalation suddenly came from the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Eight Vein Alliance and the clansmen below.
Nearly sixty thousand monsters, overwhelming the sky, all appeared, densely packed, roaring together, big hairs, lizards, red alligators, black crows, green mosquitoes, and a large number of five poisons, at this moment, shaking the sky.
There was also a roar, which was a celestial beast, and a sharp neigh with arrogance. It was a parrot, and there was even more babble among the demons, which was skin jelly.
The demons shook the sky and rushed straight to the earth, sweeping away like a wave of beasts.
This scene, like a heavy hammer, blasted into the hearts of the cultivators of the Eight Vein Alliance.
"Life and death, eight meridians counterattack!!" The elder of the Yuanying late stage who spoke before, he is old in a red robe, his expression has changed at this moment, and his heart has long been regretted, but now there is no way, but he can only scream, shake his body, and rush towards Meng Hao. .
The sixteen people, all teleported together, came straight to Meng Hao, pinching each other's tactics, and when the magic light was shining, it was outside the body of these sixteen people, each with a hideous face turned out, with a miserable roar, Go straight to Meng Hao.
But just as the sixteen people approached, when Meng Hao raised his right hand, the blood-colored mask appeared, which he put directly on his face, and when he waved his hand, huge faces appeared immediately around him.
This face is exactly Meng Hao.
At the moment the face appeared, Meng Hao took a step forward, and when this step fell, the whole world seemed to be shocked. The huge blood fairy transformed Meng Hao's face, violently expanding outwards, bursting open suddenly, and the shock swept across. , The loud rumbling sound shook the earth, sixteen Nascent Soul monks, ten of them, the magic weapon collapsed, the supernatural powers shattered, and when the blood was sprayed, the body was swept away like a kite with a broken thread.
"Yuanying Great Perfection!!" The ten people were so shocked that they could not wipe off the blood.
"It's you... Kill me!" When Meng Hao spoke lightly, he walked forward and took the second step. After this step, his face turned out again, closed his eyes, but slightly opened his lips. A silent word was made!
When this word appeared, the other six people in midair, four of them had blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, and their minds buzzed. If a sharp blade pierced them, the silent sound wave penetrated their minds, shook their bodies, and made their souls At this moment, the essence of life was sprayed out!
"Half-step slashing spirit!" The four of them spouted blood, their bodies rolled up instantly, and in their trembling, fear directly enveloped the whole body, and their eyes showed strong astonishment.
"If you want a deal, Meng will buy and sell with you, if you want a war... I will give you a war!" Meng Hao said coldly and took the third step. The moment the third step fell, he rolled away before. Ten people immediately appeared in flames on their bodies, as well as the four middle-stage cultivators of Yuan Ying, with black smoke billowing in their bodies. This flame was a burning vitality.
As for the two elders of the eight-channel alliance with the highest cultivation level of the Yuan Ying stage, their ears buzzed, although they were not affected by the retrogression, but their minds have set off a huge wave, and their bodies have the same war.
"Fenghuolian!" The moment Meng Hao opened his mouth, the sound of thunder and collapse suddenly sounded. The ten people on the outermost layer screamed screamingly, their bodies collapsed and exploded in an instant, Yuan Ying was extremely frightened, disregarding it. All the escape was blurry in an instant, before escaping too far, it was as if erased, and it fell apart in a flash.
At this moment, the breeze swept away, and the smoke disappeared.
The four middle-aged monks including Ou Yunzi, middle-aged scribes and women in palace costumes, their bodies burst and exploded, and their flesh and blood, their souls escaped by chance, and now they are trembling in the distant mid-air. Looking at Meng Hao here, there was unprecedented despair.
The two elders in the late Nascent Soul Stage had their highest cultivation base. At this moment, they spewed out a big mouth of blood, their bodies retreated, but they survived without breaking.
At the same time, screams and screams continued to spread from the earth. The monks of the Eight Vein Alliance were themselves cruel people, but for those ordinary tribes, they are now facing like a wolf and a tiger. The slaughtered Black God tribe, they are not opponents at all, as soon as the two sides contacted, they immediately regressed.
Their tens of thousands of people originally had the advantage, but they could face the monster group of nearly 60,000, and they immediately retreated. As for their group of monsters, although there are also at this moment, they can’t stop Meng Hao’s group like the Wushen tribe. , After experiencing a terrible storm, after being merged into the demon gas by Meng Hao many times, compare the murderous monsters one by one!
Sorrowful screams continued to spread, the earth was filled with blood, facing the Black God tribe, the Eight Meridian Alliance found desperately, they... simply couldn't resist!
Both the aura and the cultivation base are weaker, even that kind of coldness and bloodthirsty, they have only seen some elite tribesmen of some big tribes, but right now, it is the same for the entire tribe.
This is something they have never seen before, unheard of, and they cannot imagine that there is such a tribe in the land of West Desert!
"They are... the war tribe!!"
At this moment, Meng Hao's previous voice seemed to echo in the hearts of all the Eight Meridian Alliance cultivators.
"If you want war, I will give you war!"