Almost at the moment when these three looting tribes rushed in, there was a black dragon roaring in the distant world within the pass. This black dragon's feet are thousands of feet in size, and there are tens of thousands of monks on it. Everyone's right wrist is tied up. With a black rope.
There was a burst of evil spirits, radiating from the black rope, these tens of thousands of monks, dressed in simple clothes, but everyone’s face has a sense of determination, his eyes are cold, and at first glance, they are with the people of the Wushen tribe. There are so many similarities.
The difference is that there is a black dragon totem mark on their eyebrows.
This is... Most of the Black Dragon!
There used to be an ancestor of Spirit Slashing for thousands of years. Now Spirit Slashing has fallen, but still relying on his strength, he snatched a demon spirit, smashed the encirclement from the eastern part of West Desert, and came to this Southern Pass!
Along the way, their tribe left tens of thousands of people from tens of thousands of people, and lost nearly 70%, but even so, they are still the majority of the black dragon, and they still have the strength to shock the Ximo cultivator.
Behind this black dragon, there is a piece of rope connected... bones and skulls! !
There are more than one hundred thousand heads, pierced by black ropes, connected together, densely dense, overwhelming, like a cloak of death, flying with the black dragon.
There seemed to be many miserable souls, sealed in the skull, struggling constantly.
These heads are most of the black dragons. They have been fighting all the way, killing everyone and making trophies. With this trophies, they will frighten Xiaoxiao in all directions!
On the black dragon head, there were seven or eight monks standing. Most of these monks were elders, with cold eyes, as if the entire tribe was a sharp sword out of its sheath.
Among the seven or eight people, there is a young man who is the most conspicuous. He is extremely burly, tall and tall. He is more than a head taller than the ordinary West Desert monk. He is dressed in a simple black robe. , Eyes are piercing.
His entire right hand is tied with a black rope. This rope looks very common and has no strangeness. It seems to be a traditional custom of most of the black dragons.
This person is Xu Bai!
Back then, in the market and bridge realm, he and Chen Mo from most of the runes robbed the demon spirit, and then was taken away by Zhixiang, and the three of them watched Meng Hao make a move and took the demon spirit.
After pursuing, Meng Hao's speed, coupled with Zhixiang's interference, made Xu Bai finally had to give up, and regrettably left the ruins bridge boundary, but he remembered Meng Hao and Zhixiang very deeply.
The approach of most of the black dragon immediately attracted the attention of the tens of thousands of monks who were paying attention to the battle between the black god and the sea monster. The choice for this battle.
Xu Bai saw the fighting in the South Pass at a glance. His eyes were like electricity, and Seta then looked at Meng Hao. When he saw it, it was Meng Hao who kept retreating, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and he was caught by the strange statue. At the time of injury.
Xu Bai saw Meng Hao, the Sea-Monster Clan, and even the strange eight-armed statue and the three major plundering tribes roaring from outside the pass.
He was silent for three breaths and then smiled to the sky.
"Blood-faced ancestor, Meng Hao...your name, Xu often hears people talk about it during this period, but also pays attention... From the northern part of West Desert with the Wushen tribe all the way to this place, you... let Xu admire Xu Bai laughed heartily, without any pretentiousness. From the bottom of his heart, he really admired Meng Hao. During this period, things about the Wushenbu, Meng Hao, and the ruins and bridge circles had already been spread.
He even felt sympathy for Meng Hao for the same illness and sympathy. Most of the Black Dragon was similar to the original condition of the Wushen Tribe, but only slightly better. But the fall of the ancestor of Spirit Slayer, the arrival of the catastrophe of heaven and earth, was lost. The qualifications to enter Motu, the self-restraint and despair of the tribe, coupled with the siege and destruction of the former enemies, this way, if the ancestors had some preparations before death, plus the rise of Xu Bai, leading the tribe forward, killing all the way, all the way Let the confidence of the people once again have, then... Most of the black dragons have long been history.
This is similar to the Wushen Bu, and it is this similarity that made Xu Bai say a voice at this moment, and even raised his right hand and pointed forward.
"Xu Mou hates interfering with others' wars the most. These three plundering tribes, most of my black dragon will help you stop the black god!" Xu Bai said, the black dragon immediately roared, most of the black dragon tens of thousands, rushed out and turned into Wandao Changhong, and many more demon groups, surpassed Duannan Pass and entered the battlefield, but without a pause, they went straight to the three plundering tribes.
"Xu Bai, what are you going to do, we have no grievances and no grudges... Nor is it to attack you, but to help break Nanguan, could you like the Wushen Tribe, want to break Nanguan!"
"Most of the black dragons, if you want to think clearly, a war with us is equivalent to a war with all the plundering tribes. After you leave the barrier, you will be hard to move!" The clan fathers of the three tribes immediately shouted.
"Xu has already thought very clearly!" When Xu Bai spoke faintly, the murderous intent of the Black Dragon tribes spread, and they came with a bang. At the moment when the expressions of the three plundering tribes changed, fierce battle began suddenly!
Xu Bai sneered. Of course he thought very clearly. Even if there is no such thing as today, he will face the siege of the predators even if he leaves the pass. He even admires Meng Hao, admires the Wushen tribe, and dares to fight against Duannan Pass. He thinks he can't do this.
Even before he came here, he had no choice but to pay half of the supplies.
But at the moment, Xu Bai would naturally not let this opportunity go, nor would he go back and choose to go to war with the Wushenbu, because in essence, the two of them... are the most suitable allies here under this catastrophe!
"Divided and dispersed. Alliance is the best choice. If we can find the Tianfeng clan, and my three clans form an alliance, we can directly confront those damn plundering tribes outside of Motu!" Xu Bai thought thoroughly and understood. , He also believed that such an idea must also exist in the Wushen Department and the Tianfeng Department.
When the killing began and the sky was roaring, Meng Hao wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body stopped abruptly, and he did not look at most of the black dragon, because now he, facing the weird statue, can't be distracted in the slightest.
His magic spear had already penetrated the center of the statue's eyebrows, causing the statue's head to collapse in half, eight arms, and three of them shattered.
But then, when the magic spear penetrated and came back and penetrated again, the statue was not hurt at all, as if the magic spear was on its body, it lost all its effects.
When Meng Hao's heart was shaken by this scene, only one eye was left flashing when he saw the statue. He looked at himself again. Without hesitation, he lifted his right hand and took out the blood mask. After putting it on his face, his whole body was full of blood. monstrous.
"Ji family blood body!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and immediately the blood on his brows became strong again. At the same time, a bloody thread appeared, and instantly it became a drop of blood. While squirming, it suddenly turned into one with Meng Hao. The exact same blood body disappeared at the moment the statue opened its mouth.
But at the moment when the blood body of the Ji clan rushed away, the statue suddenly shut up and let the blood body rush, but it was weird that it was still unable to cause any harm to it. This scene, Meng Hao couldn't believe it, that blood body It also froze after penetration, seemingly puzzled.
"God!" At this moment, the sound of the eight-armed statue suddenly came out.
Meng Hao's whole body roared, a force of the five elements that was three times stronger than before, exploded directly in Meng Hao's mind, as if a sharp sword penetrated his mind, directly pierced into his mind, constantly The tear caused Meng Hao to expel his painstaking efforts, his complexion became paler, and his body appeared weak.
This magical power from the statue was so strange that Meng Hao couldn't stop it. At this moment, he bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, awake with the sting, red eyes, and instead of retreating, he turned into a Changhong and went straight to the statue.
"Blood body is invalid..." Meng Hao's speed turned into a blue smoke and a black moon. When he approached, he raised his right hand, and immediately the blood fairy magical powers reverberated, but all the magical powers, when they approached the statue, unexpectedly Like a magic spear, it cannot cause any damage to it.
This scene changed Meng Hao's complexion again, and between waving his hands, the lotus sword array flew out, spinning fiercely, and the power of the years was still ineffective.
"The magical power is invalid, the magic weapon is invalid, the magic spear can only be effective once... How did you make this statue!!!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed murderously, enduring the sharp pain in his mind.
"Why the magic spear can hurt once... For when the blood is approaching, it obviously wants to speak, but it shuts up!" Meng Hao's thoughts turned a hundred times, and suddenly, his eyes shrank.
"Could it be..." Meng Hao gritted his teeth, and without hesitation, went straight to the statue, preparing secretly in his heart.
"Secret!" The statue's expression was still indifferent, with a one-eyed eye in half of its head, flashing a gleam of coldness, and he spoke again and said the third word.
Meteorite!
At the moment when the third word was exited, Meng Hao raised his right hand, and the eighth forbidden of the demon sealing was suddenly unfolded. As soon as he pointed it, when the statue’s lips opened, the voice appeared, and the moment his body stopped, Meng Hao patted the storage. Bag, four wooden swords flew out immediately, and after these four wooden swords appeared, they immediately turned into four changhongs and went straight to the statue.
At the same time, under Meng Hao’s advance control, the blood body rushed forward, and the magic spear uttered a sharp sound and rushed over. There were also years of sword formation, as well as the blood fairy magical powers developed by Meng Hao. The moment this statue spoke out Jue Zi, it boomed!
The loud noise at this moment, shaking the earth, the whole body of the statue shook violently. Under the four wooden swords, it lost all resistance, and then with a bang, the body was directly collapsed by the magic spear, and the life force was sucked away by the blood body. , And then became flying ash under the law of time, and in Meng Hao's blood fairy magical powers, the flying ash was wiped out!
As for Meng Hao, blood was also spurting out. When the third word of the statue was exited in his mind, an impact that was three times stronger than before suddenly exploded in Meng Hao's body. Fortunately, it was just a moment. Because the statue was destroyed and dissipated, only a momentary damage caused Meng Hao's seven orifices to bleed, and his body retreated. He immediately took out a large amount of pill from the storage bag and swallowed it in one mouthful.
When he looked up, watching the flying ash dissipate, his eyes showed a sharp glow.
"It doesn't open its mouth and saves all damage. The moment it opens is when its flaws are exposed!"