Before leaving, not only Zhou Dekun and Meng Hao were reluctant to leave here, but the clansmen of the two clans were also silent. When they stared at each other, they no longer had the intent to fight before, but felt a sense of sympathy.
For the war clan, they are better, but they understand that, in addition to the other affiliated tribe of the majority of Yuntian, there is now the terrible southern part of the Crow God tribe ahead.
The tribes that can enter the south from the east, west, north and the central area all the way, each of them is extremely tough. The tribe of spirits is coming.
That will be their last chance for the survival of the tribe.
Even the clan father of the war clan, and the two Yuan Ying of the Wushen tribe in the later stage of cultivation, had a certain degree of getting along with each other during this period. At this moment of parting, I feel emotional in my heart.
No one could predict in advance that the two tribes could form such a strange exchange in half a year.
"Take care!" The people of the war clan clasped their fists.
The tribesmen of the Wushen tribe also worshipped one of them.
"Brother, if you return to the Southern Territory one day, remember to kowtow to Master for me. When his old man was in Motu, he once accepted me as a disciple. He once told me that my road is no longer in the Southern Territory, but in the four directions. …" Zhou Dekun was silent for a moment, looked at Meng Hao, and let out a long sigh.
"I want to return to the Southern Territory. One day, if Zhou Dekun doesn’t fall, I must return to the Southern Territory and the Dandong line..."
"Brother, take care all the way. Brother can only send you here. Three days later, the migratory locust tribe will arrive. Their task is to kill you..."
"Senior brother, before leaving, senior brother can't give you anything else, only can give you..." Zhou Dekun flashed his eyes, raised his right hand with a wave, and immediately flew out 10,000 monsters from his special storage bag. The group, each of these monster groups has a certain level of cultivation, and when they appear, they roar together with extraordinary aura.
"These are brothers’ private demons. I can’t control them. In West Desert, the demons are equal to resources. I will give them all to you!" The anger disappeared slightly, and these monsters were immediately alarmed. They looked at Meng Hao together, and shouted a low growl, but no more commotion.
"The Lord of the Zhanzu, and the great sacrifice of the Zhanzu. During this period, Zhou will not forget your cooperation. Zhou will take all the responsibilities this time!
But at the moment, I still want to borrow the demon group from you, and lend your demon group to the old man. After returning to the tribe, the old man will find a way to return it to you! "Zhou Dekun looked at the Zhan Clan.
In the silence of the eight thousand war clan, everyone gradually took out two or three strange monsters, a total of nearly 20,000, which were taken out and sent out.
There was no Silong among them, but everyone's strange monsters. The ranks were good, and Meng Hao was a little moved when the two thousand strange monsters appeared. For the West Desert tribe, this is a great fortune, and Meng Hao looks at Zhou Dekun.
"Don't refuse, this is the only thing Senior Brother can help you, Meng Hao... Take care!" Zhou Dekun looked at Meng Hao, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly, with the warmth of a family in his eyes, Meng Hao looked at Zhou Dekun. A warm current filled their hearts, and after staring at them, the two gave each other a strong hug.
"Take care..." Zhou Dekun turned around and flicked his sleeves. All members of the Zhan Clan, after taking a deep look at the Wushen tribe, the three black swords whizzed and went straight to the distant world in an instant, without seeing them in a blink of an eye.
In mid-air, only the Black God tribe and the 30,000 monsters around him were left. Meng Hao watched Zhou Dekun go away. For a long time, he took a deep breath, and when he turned around, he reduced his parting feelings and returned to his coldness again.
With a wave of his hand, 30,000 monsters were put into the storage bag. At this moment, his monsters, after spending half a year and 50,000 of them as food, were replenished one after another on the way. Now the monsters with combat power have completely reached One hundred and fifty thousand!
The 150,000 monsters, all scattered, are enough to stir the entire West Desert. Such a number of monsters, even most of them like the Five Poisons, do not have them, even if Meng Hao went to war with the Five Poisons back then. With these demons, that battle will be crushed!
In the entire West Desert, only those who have the ancestors of Spirit Slayer can accumulate such a group of monsters in the long-term development.
But even so, there is no silong that can control 150,000 monsters, even the legendary great silong can't exceed the number of 100,000.
But here, Meng Hao, he can control more!
One hundred and fifty thousand monsters is nothing to him. He is not using his cultivation base to control, he is influenced by the evil spirit, not to mention one hundred and fifty thousand, even if it is three hundred thousand or five hundred thousand, he can do it. Manipulation.
The current Meng Hao, today's Crow God tribe, has completely risen in these series of battles and in the flames of war over the past few years, and has grown to a level that can shake most of it.
"We have reached most of the journey... We have walked through this central area of West Desert. In front of us is the southern part of West Desert, and further ahead is... Motu!" There was a light of persistence, and the boat they were on roared and went away in an instant.
The roar spread, Changhong was used to the sky.
Three days later, from a distance, in Meng Hao’s eyes, he saw the junction between the center of West Desert and the south. Today, the land of West Desert, the north completely became the sea, and the west and the east returned to the sea more than half a year ago. There is a central area, but there is no escape. At this moment, the earth, sea water spreads, and lakes disappear everywhere and merge together.
The plain is no longer visible, the valley has long been buried under the sea, the purple rain is overwhelming, the submerged land, the sea is spreading, although it is not deep... When you look at it, the sea is already filled.
Only in not too many places, there still exists another island-like land. The extinction of vitality makes the world thick and dead. As for the spiritual energy...
Now it is no longer thin, but almost nothing.
The only vitality is the south. The south has the highest terrain. It is the only huge area on the West Desert that is not covered by seawater. But in the southern area, Meng Hao can imagine that the tribes of West Desert are everywhere. Yes, it's almost the same.
But right now, the Wushen tribe is no longer the original slaughter, and their toughness has reached the point where it can arouse the attention or even fear of other tribes.
"There is still the last half of this journey..." Meng Hao took a deep breath, and the boat was whizzing as it was approaching the boundary line, but at this moment, Meng Hao suddenly flashed his eyes, revealing murderous intent, and looked up to the sky. .
I saw a yellow light roaring from the south in the distance between the heavens and the earth. Before it was approaching, there were buzzing noises spreading from all directions. I took a look at the yellow light. It is composed of only locusts. These locusts look hideous. Each is the size of a slap. There are tens of thousands of them in the flapping wings. The whistling room seems to cover the sky here, buzzing.
In this piece of locust, there are more than 7,000 monks, each with the meaning of arrogance and contempt, stepping on the locust and heading straight to the Crow God tribe.
"I'm waiting for most of Yuntian, migratory locust clan!"
"Black God Tribe, hand over the demon spirit, I will give you three breaths time to consider how to persuade us and not destroy your clan!" When the voice came out, there were twelve elders among the more than seven thousand people with a look It is one of them who speaks with coldness and arrogance.
"One, two..." Almost as soon as the words fell, someone heard a cold voice.
But before the three characters could be exported, the members of the Wushen tribe were already furious. At the same time, Meng Hao's expression was calm, and his right hand flicked fiercely.
With this wave, ten thousand, thirty thousand... The monster group roared and appeared directly.
"The little tribe is a little tribe, and I dare to make a big shot with Yuntian, and a mere 30,000 demons..." Among the twelve elders, one of them sneered and sneered, but his words did not speak, so he immediately opened his eyes wide. , Revealing unbelievable.
Because the number of monsters is not limited to 30,000, but is increasing... 40,000, 50,000, 60,000...
When it reached sixty thousand, half of these twelve people had a solemn expression, and half of the people behind them were breathing quickly, as if they were predictable. In this war, you need to pay for a big victory. Some price is enough.
"Sixty thousand demons, it seems that the main department underestimated this Crow God tribe. Even so, but..." Among the twelve elders, one in the middle spoke lightly, his expression as usual, but at the same time he said his words. , The expressions of all the twelve people changed drastically, including the old man who opened his mouth. They also opened their eyes wide, showing inconceivability, and took a deep breath.
Seventy thousand, eighty thousand, ninety thousand, one hundred thousand! !
A whole group of one hundred thousand monsters, at this moment, the world is shaking, roaring, and their roars change the color of the world, make the wind and the cloud fall, make these seven or eight thousand people pale and show amazement, making these twelve old men , One by one, shortness of breath, heart beating wildly.
"One hundred thousand demons... are all Tier 6 and above, this... this..."
"It's actually a group of 100,000 monsters, damn it, how do you fight this!!"
"This is impossible. Even the Great Dragon cannot control a group of 100,000 monsters. How can this person do it!!"
But at the moment when all the members of the migratory locust tribe, even the priests and elders, were taking a breath, their minds were directly bombarded by the changes in the next scene, like an invisible sharp arrow that penetrated their minds. , Set off a earth-shattering roar and shock.
One hundred thousand, one hundred twenty thousand, one hundred thirty thousand... Up to one hundred fifty thousand monsters, when they were fully revealed in this world, the words covering the sky and the earth were revealed, and it was impossible to describe the scene at hand!
They didn't lose their voices anymore, but froze there, completely stunned, and then took a breath.
The twelve Nascent Soul monks of the migratory locust tribe, at this moment, their scalp was numb, and despair shrouded in an instant. The moment before, they thought that it was just a trivial matter to kill each other, but in the next moment, they suddenly realized , The opponent's intrepidity was completely reversed. It was extremely easy to kill these people before it was completely reversed. This strong contrast immediately caused the migratory locust tribe to tremble completely.
The huge gap made people unable to raise the slightest thought of struggling, and all the people of the migratory locust tribe looked pale.
"Migratory locust tribe, I will give you three breaths of time to consider how to persuade me and not destroy your tribe!" When Meng Hao coldly sent back the other party's words, he was surrounded by a group of 150,000 monsters, roaring and roaring together. .
Their roar immediately turned into a sound wave, set off a violent wind, swept across the migratory locust tribe, causing all the locusts to scream and retreat, causing all the tribesmen to dance wildly one by one, retreating constantly, almost suffocating. , The mind roars.