Thousands of faces roared at the surroundings, but they had to surrender to Meng Hao. However, their surrender, together with the thousands of monks remaining in the Eight Vein Alliance at this moment, trembled in their own totem. Under the brand, everyone had to kneel down towards Meng Hao.
There were also the five Yuanying monks, including the two elders in the late Yuanying stage, all trembling, unable to control their own consciousness, and bowed their heads to Meng Hao.
The totem is the reason why the monks of the West Desert are strong, and it is also the reason why the number of peak monks exceeds that of the Southern Territory, but the same... The monks of the West Desert have a fatal weakness, and they are also totems!
If the totem is dead, all the repairs that believe in this totem will fall.
The West Desert people are monks, but from another aspect, they are also slaves of totems!
Otherwise, the number of cultivators in West Desert has already swept the southern region, and it will not have been suppressed by the southern region for so many years.
At this moment, Meng Hao mastered the magic spear and controlled those totem faces. In a way, he became the saint ancestor of the Eight Vein Alliance!
"Holy ancestor!" The clansmen of the Wushen tribe, each with a passionate expression, bowed together, and the surrounding tens of thousands of demons roared to the sky, their voices shook the sky, the earth shook, and the momentum was like a rainbow.
The several tribes around who came from chasing the demon spirits changed their expressions at this moment, each of them was shaking, showing a strong sense of dread. For Meng Hao, they saw the previous battle with their own eyes, and even saw the Eight Meridian Alliance. In contrast, his tribe has no advantage at all.
Meng Hao was in midair, holding a magic spear, looking at the whirlpool in the sky. The whirlpool gradually shrank and disappeared slowly. At the moment of complete disappearance, a voice of vicissitudes of life echoed slightly in Meng Hao's mind.
"I'm in the Demon Immortal Ancient Realm, waiting for you..."
The sky rolled back, the vortex disappeared for a moment, and resumed as usual. Outsiders could not see this scene. Only Meng Hao clearly witnessed the entire process of the vortex disappearing.
In the silence, Meng Hao's eyes showed a glimmer of light, holding a magic spear, turning his head to look around.
"You come here for the demon spirits, fight, or don't fight!" Meng Hao spoke lightly. As soon as the words came out, the clan members of the Wushen tribe immediately revealed their evil spirits.
"I have misunderstood this matter. I am waiting here to kill this eight-vein alliance... Since fellow Daoists have subdued the eight-vein alliance here, I am waiting to retire." All the tribe clan fathers all around were beating the drums in their hearts. , Regarding Meng Hao's strength here, they have a sense of needle-light behind them, where they dare to fight at this moment. After looking at each other, someone immediately spoke up.
When one person speaks, the others immediately respond, a harmonious scene, and the tribesmen retreat in secret. It seems that there will be no more war in this scene, but no one knows whether there will be any changes in the next moment.
"Each tribe leaves 10,000 demons before leaving." Meng Hao glanced at the surrounding clans, and when he spoke slowly, the black mist of the magic spear in his right hand spread.
His voice came out and fell into the ears of the tribesmen of the surrounding tribes. These people frowned. When hesitated, a cold hum came from the clan guru of a tribe not far away.
"Joke, my Luohua tribe is going to leave, no one can stop it." This Luohua tribe's clan father is an old woman, she flicked her sleeves while she was speaking, and immediately took the thousands of people around her to the world behind in whistling.
She is confident that her tribe is going to leave, and no one here can stop her. Even Meng Hao, who is holding a black magic spear, looked at the old woman. Although she was strong, she could not have been injured after that battle. It's just pretentious.
She thinks she has seen through Meng Hao. As for handing over 10,000 monsters, this is a joke to her. Not only does she not intend to hand over, but she also made up her mind. After leaving here, she will disseminate the news of the demon spirit. Open, with this news, in exchange for some big tribe resources.
Meng Hao glanced at the Luohua tribe, his expression was calm, and he stepped forward, holding the black magic spear in his right hand, and flicking it violently in the direction where the tribe was leaving. The magic spear immediately shook the sky and screamed. Leaving in an instant, when moving forward, a billowing mist emanated from the magic spear, which turned into a black cloud in the blink of an eye.
In the clouds, the faces roared savagely, and went straight to the tribe. The face of the clan father and the old woman changed, her eyes shrank, but she still snorted coldly, and brought the five Yuan Ying sacrifices around him, and the six people went straight to this coming one. The black mist left.
"Break it for me!" The old woman snarled, and the cultivation base broke out with all her strength, gathered the power of six people, and blasted towards the black mist.
At this moment, the loud noise was shaking and roaring to the sky. The black mist swept across the sky. At the moment of touching the six people, the complexions of the five sacrifices changed greatly, and blood was immediately spurted out. The body was like a kite with a broken wire. The black mist pushed to roll back, but before he rolled out too far, he was rushed by a large number of hideous faces in the mist. When the sound of swallowing and chewing came out, there were even more screams, which made people shocking.
Five sacrifices, just a few breaths, were completely swallowed. The old woman was pale, spurting blood, and her expression kept backing away in amazement until she retreated to the surroundings of her people. A piece of tortoise shell was taken out.
When throwing it out, the old woman spouted a mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the tortoise shell. The shell immediately rose up against the wind and instantly expanded. The members of the Luohua tribe and the old women are shrouded in it.
"I see how you break it!" The old woman said with a grim look, hoarsely.
As soon as the tortoise shell came out, the clan fathers and priests of the other tribes all around condensed their eyes, and when they recognized the tortoise shell, they were immediately shocked.
"There is a breath of totem... This is a protective treasure refined from the corpse of the totem saint ancestor level. Once unfolded, it is difficult to be broken in a short time, enough for their tribe to leave here calmly!"
"No wonder this Luohua tribe dared to disobey this terrifying monk's intentions, it turns out that there is this chapter..."
Just when the powerful tribes all around recognized the tortoise shell, the magic spear whizzed and rushed straight to the tortoise shell. The mist arrived first, and the roar echoed, impacting on the tortoise shell. The tortoise shell shone violently, but it did not collapse. The mist Follow the tortoise shell to spread around.
The old woman in the tortoise shell and the members of the Luohua tribe were relieved after seeing this scene. The old woman was even more so, now she looked proud and her voice came out.
"This hatred is my Luohua tribe..." She was halfway through her words, and before she could finish her words, suddenly, the magic spear in the mist suddenly approached and came straight to the tortoise shell, and the moment it touched the tortoise shell.
The roaring sound, at this moment, rises to the sky, the wind and the clouds roll back, the sky and the earth change, a powerful impact suddenly rumbling from the tortoise shell, the tortoise shell is more squeaky sound, between the magic spear In the place where it touched, cracks appeared quickly, persisting for less than three breaths, and with a bang, the tortoise shell collapsed and burst open, torn apart.
The magic spear whizzed, carrying infinite murderous intent and monstrous black fog, went straight into it, and in an instant... it penetrated the old woman's body with a terrifying and unbelievable face, pierced into the Luohua tribe group, the roar, the mist spread fiercely, Directly enshrouding thousands of Luohua tribes, a large number of faces in the mist, with excitement and bloodthirsty, suddenly dispersed, about to swallow them to their heart's content, but they were blocked by an invisible force.
"Is it surrendered or sacrificed." Meng Hao looked into the collapsed tortoise shell, and the thousands of Luohua tribesmen who remained at this moment spoke slowly.
After a brief silence, thousands of people in the Luohua tribe chose to surrender, erased their totems, believed in Meng Hao, and became part of the Wushen Tribe.
At the same time, the clan fathers of the other tribes around them quickly sent out their 10,000 monsters, fearing that Meng Hao would repent, and left quickly. Meng Hao did not stop these tribes who had complied with the agreement.
Along the way, even though he had forged a cold heart, he was still exhausted.
With the departure of the surrounding clans, the clansmen of the Eight Meridian Alliance became members of the Wushen tribe in silence, causing the clansmen of the Wushen tribe to rise above 10,000 again.
At the same time, with the addition of a large number of monster groups, Meng Hao's monster group has reached nearly 150,000!
Such a huge group of monsters seems to be in large numbers, but in fact many of them are low-level. Even if they absorb the monster energy, they cannot grow up in a short time, and the food of 150,000 monsters is extremely scary. , Therefore, for these 150,000 li, only 100,000 are truly capable of combat, and the rest are food for the monster group.
At the same time, all the items belonging to the Eight-Mai Alliance Square City became the possession of the Wushen tribe. The three huge flying magic weapons and a large amount of materials made the Wushen tribe more powerful.
A few days later, the entire tribe of the Wushen tribe, all on the huge flying magic weapon in the shape of a ship, whizzed and pushed away the clouds and mist, and hurried away from here, toward the south, unfolding at full speed.
At this moment, the Wushen tribe is far more powerful than the original Wushen five. Although it is still not comparable to those large tribes, among the medium-sized tribes, the current Wushen tribe has reached its peak.
And this migration is almost 30% completed at this moment. The remaining road is to shuttle through the central area of West Desert until you step into the southern part of West Desert. When you reach the end, you can step into the ink soil!
Here, at the request of Meng Hao, the parrot began to teach the tribe of the Wushen tribe, that set of formations that had risen from the Golden Light Sect in Motu!
Naturally, the parrot totally agreed with this matter. In fact, taking advantage of Meng Hao's failure to pay attention, it had already simply taught the formation method during this period. At this moment, seeing Meng Hao's proposal, it immediately became energetic.
"Xiao Haozi, you can rest assured that the dream of the fifth master is that when you step into the ink soil, someone outside the ink soil shouts to the fifth master, and someone in the ink soil shouts for eternal life, letting my two armies be like mine Two wings, converge in the ink soil!" The parrot shivered in excitement, his eyes flashing.