Ziyu is bigger.
Half a year later, all the lakes in the entire northern part of West Desert were connected together and turned into a purple sea. This sea wiped out all vitality and isolated all auras.
In the north... I can no longer see any strange monsters, no lives, whether it is the ethnic groups that have not yet migrated, or those who are not planning to migrate, they have been buried at the bottom of the sea at this moment.
Throughout the northern part of West Desert, the purple sea is surging, and some peaks can be seen vaguely...
As the north became the sea, this western desert catastrophe broke out its first shocking mighty force. The waves were overwhelming and spreading, directly collapsing the mountain range between the central area and the north, and as the mountain shattered , The purple sea whizzed and spread, spreading outward from the east, west and central.
With the spread of the Purple Sea, the lakes formed in the east, west, and central parts gradually merged with it, making the sea water more and more majestic, and the speed of diffusion is getting faster and faster.
The formation and spread of the sea, like an invisible whip, was drawn fiercely on the land of West Desert. All the tribes that were migrating made the migration faster and made more plunder during the migration.
There have been countless deaths and injuries.
The isolation of the aura spread to the central area, spreading to the east and west. It can be said that the West Desert at this moment, outside the south, all places, the aura is thinned out in a wide range.
The lack of spiritual energy and the fall of the monks' cultivation level caused death, and their death, even with the totem saint ancestors of the various ministries, began to weaken.
It is precisely because of the weakness of the Totem Holy Ancestor that the tribe members are weakened again, like a cycle of death, unable to escape.
In half a year, the flying magic weapon of the Wushen tribe roared in the central area of West Desert. In half a year, they experienced more than ten wars. In each war, the tribe they faced was dispatched by the whole clan.
A failure means genocide, but there must be a fight!
Because they have flying machines, other tribes want to snatch them, because they have demon spirits. The greed and madness caused by the appearance of this demon spirit along the way, even Meng Hao was shocked.
For half a year, Meng Hao's group of monsters only had 70,000 left, and the 70,000 remained after constant replenishment. Even so, the remaining group of 70,000 monsters were extremely powerful.
The number of clansmen has become eight thousand, but each of these eight thousand clansmen is a hero of a hundred wars!
Here, Meng Hao was seriously injured twice in half a year. Under his deliberate suppression, his totem power was more refined, and his control of the demon energy had reached a new realm.
Only between life and death can combat power be improved. At the same time, Meng Hao is also progressing with this Zi Yu's perception. Although it is slow, he has gradually gained a lot.
In addition, because of this Ziyu's isolation from the heaven and the earth, Meng Hao's advantage is more and more revealed. He could easily kill the Yuan Ying in the late stage, which is also related to this.
Right now, the thinness of spiritual energy is about to reach its extreme, but for Meng Hao, his strength is also on this path, gradually rising.
"When there is no trace of aura in the entire West Desert, it is the moment when I completely rise." Meng Hao stood on the bow of the flying magic weapon. His face was pale and his body was thinner. After years of fighting, Meng Hao's changes have been tremendous. At this moment, he looked at the distant world and muttered softly.
In the past six months, three major events have occurred in the West Desert, and three demon spirits appeared in the West Desert. The appearance of these three demon spirits immediately attracted the attention of the entire West Desert tribe, and robbed them for this.
Even with Meng Hao, he also experienced a battle here, and his two serious injuries were caused by this incident.
But on the other hand, the appearance of the demon spirit also distracted Meng Hao's target situation, allowing the Wushen tribe to continue to grow.
At this moment, in the distant world, about half a month away from Meng Hao's flight range, there were three black flying magical weapons, which looked like swords, and were piercing through the air.
The pitch-black color exudes bursts of cold air. Each sword-shaped magic weapon is several thousand meters in size, and on it sits many monks in black robes sitting cross-legged.
These monks were expressionless, closed their eyes and meditated. Sometimes when someone opened their eyes, they could see the light flashing by.
Their totems are also swords!
Black swords, weapon totems, are rare in the West Desert, and black swords, in the entire West Desert, only one tribe owns... This is the most part of Yuntian!
With its own ancestor of Spirit Slashing, one of the strongest tribes in the center of West Desert, this tribe is also the big tribe that the Five Poison Tribe contacted that year. The Five Poison Tribe was qualified to become an affiliated tribe of this tribe. Before this messenger arrived, the Five Poison Ministry was annihilated by the Wushen tribe.
At this moment, on the three black swords, the flying sword in the middle, at the point of the sword, there is an old man sitting cross-legged. This old man is wearing a white robe that is different from the others. Proudly, there are two middle-aged men beside him, who are smiling carefully.
"How long will it take." The old man in white robe like the bones of the fairy wind said lightly, no matter his expression or temperament, he showed a lofty arrogance. .
Especially the feeling of the bones of the fairy wind, all the clansmen of the Yuntian tribe on this sword, when they look at the old man, they are in awe.
"Return to Master Zhou, in five days or so, we will be able to meet the humble Crow God tribe." It was one of the two middle-aged men next to the old man like Xianfengdao.
"This time, the main department's resignation to Master Zhou to supervise the battle is the glory of my war department."
Yuntian is the majority, and there are 13 affiliated ethnic groups under his command. The three black swords are currently the warriors among the thirteen ethnic groups. If Meng Hao is here, he will definitely With a weird look, he recognized that he was Zhou Dekun.
Zhou Dekun, the main furnace alchemist of the Dandong line of the Zi Yunzong back then... His life was extremely bizarre and erratic. Even in all the main furnaces, his experience was considered thrilling.
He was captured into Motu and was regarded as a guest of honor by the Hanxue family, and became the master of the alchemy of the Holy Snow City. There were groups of concubines around him, and he had a great reputation.
Then... he was captured again and moved to the land of West Desert. Over the years, I don't know what he has gone through. Now he has become a member of the Yuntian tribe. Considering his status, he is extremely respectable.
It can be seen that with the same technique as alchemy, the sky is big and the earth is big, no matter where it is, miracles can occur...
Zhou Dekun looked arrogant and nodded slightly. He asked for this move. He was really bored during these years in the tribe. He planned to go out for a stroll. It happened that there was a task in the Yuntian tribe to arrange for the Zhan Clan. To kill the Wushen tribe, on the one hand, because the Five Poison Department of the year, after all, had an agreement with the majority of Yuntian, but was killed by the Wushen on the way, most of Yuntian must be deterred, on the other hand, It was the matter of the demon spirit that was sensed.
Therefore, Zhou Dekun simply took this task, and appeared here as the chief superintendent of the war. In his capacity, with the mighty power of the majority of Yuntian, in this West Desert, even if it is in the midst of catastrophe and war, his Security, there is still no problem.
He understood this truth. The two middle-aged men, the war tribe father and the high priest beside him, also understood that this task was the second priority. The master's thoroughness and satisfaction are the key points.
Regarding the demon spirits, what Meng Hao knew was that three of them appeared in the past six months, but in fact, in those big tribes with the ancestors of the spirit slayer, they knew the accurate news. In half a year, it was not three but five that appeared. !
For these five spirit slayers, Motu's Heavenly Alliance did not dispatch, but a large number of tribes competed. In the end, three of them were acquired by a few of the most capable of slaying spirits in exchange for trading with the Heavenly Alliance.
Most of Yuntian is one of the tribes that have obtained the demon spirit. As for the other two, they were taken away by the two most not capable of slaying spirits. Although it caused prying, these two tribes are very strong. After the second war, no one dared to make ideas.
Because this demon spirit is not necessarily obtained for the tribe with the ancestors of the slashing spirit, they can freely enter and leave the ink soil regardless of whether they have it or not. It is better to get the demon spirit, if the price is too great, Then even if you can't get it, it doesn't matter.
That's why most of the two who did not have the ancestors of Spirit Slayer could retain the demon spirits and become the qualifications for themselves to enter the ink soil.
"Master Zhou, there is a need on the way. Even if the master speaks, I will do my best to satisfy the master." The two middle-aged men beside Zhou Dekun said cautiously at this moment.
"That's right, Master Zhou, now that the catastrophe and war are chaotic, many tribes have moved, and many tribes have been taken out. If the master likes it, go down and get it for the master."
Zhou Dekun laughed, and his expression was triumphant. He sighed with emotion a lot of this life, and found it very strange, like a journey of life, often with a lot of emotion.
"If you really need it, the old man will not be polite with you, well, you will hurry as soon as possible. The old man is still a little interested in the demon spirit of the Crow God tribe." Zhou Dekun opened his mouth calmly and closed his eyes.
The two people around him immediately stopped speaking and stopped talking. The three black swords were extremely fast, breaking through the air, getting closer and closer to Meng Hao's Crow God tribe.
Time passed, and five days passed quickly. On this day, the sky was pouring purple rain, the earth and rivers became lakes, the heavens and the earth were thin, and when it was dim, the Wushen tribe and the Yuntian War Department were in the midair of the central area of West Desert... See each other!