The land of the ink soil is like a raised plain, high above it, and below him, is the West Desert land that is deeply sunken, like a fault.
This is the first time Meng Hao has seen the border between Motu and West Desert. He left Motu not here, but directly teleported to the north of West Desert with the ancient teleportation array.
At this moment, seeing the landforms of this place for the first time, Meng Hao couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. He finally understood why this catastrophe of the Western Desert could only be avoided by Motu.
The land in the south of West Desert is much higher than in the north. At this moment, the west, north, and east have completely become the area of the purple sea, which is completely submerged. Even in many cases, you can smell the heavens and the earth. The smell of the purple sea, but here in the south, even the river water has not been completely collected.
All the purple rain that fell, flowed down.
In the south of West Desert, the terrain is extremely high, but this Motu... is higher than the south, and this cliff-like fault alone is thousands of feet high.
Not to mention, there is an endless mountain range on the edge of the ink soil and the west desert. The place where this mountain range connects with the sky is swept across a purple storm, isolating all life from entering.
The existence of this mountain range makes the black soil reach an astonishing level, which can stop all the spread of the purple sea, and the only entrance and exit into the black soil...
It's Momen!
The Momen, which is more than 80,000 meters long, stands among the mountains, stands on the ground, and stands in the eyes of all the monks. The gate is huge enough for everyone to take a deep breath when they see it.
The black Momen was tightly closed, and the walls on the door, which was more than 80,000 feet long, were densely packed at this moment. There were tens of thousands of monks standing there, talking and laughing, pointing to the outside of the lower door.
What makes Meng Hao’s eyes shrink is the purple rain that has been used to it over the years, and has never even stopped. It actually uses this Momen as the boundary, outside the Momen, the purple rain is overwhelming, inside the Momen, and even on the wall, a drop No!
Outside Momen, the world was filled with clouds and mist, and it was dim. Meng Hao has not seen the complete sun for many years, but inside Momen, the sky is blue with white clouds and the sky is clear.
A Momen is like dividing two worlds.
But what really makes Meng Hao and Xu Bai look ugly is that between this huge Momen and the tribes of both sides, there are... More than twenty tribes of predators are stationed here, with greed and sarcasm. Looking at them with murderous intent.
There are more than 20 tribes, a total of nearly 200,000 people, and a group of more than 400,000 monsters, in front of the Momen, showing a shocking meaning, which seems to be able to block all those who want to enter the ink soil.
From the eyes of the tribesmen of more than 20 tribes, Meng Hao saw greed, saw hideousness, and even saw a word.
"We can't get in, you don't even want to get in! If you must die... then let us die together!"
Meng Hao was silent, his gaze fell in front of the more than twenty tribes. On the ground, there were tens of thousands of bamboo poles standing upright. These bamboo poles swayed slightly in the wind, with dried blood on them, which had turned black.
On each bamboo pole, there is a head, up to the old man, down to the child, that is all the heads of the whole clan of a tribe, and even at the forefront, there is a huge alien head, which is obviously... this tribe that has been annihilated. Totem saint ancestor.
All died.
This family is named Tianfeng.
Farther, near the direction of Meng Hao and Xu Bai, more than 20,000 empty bamboo poles were pierced on the ground. The significance is self-evident... These bamboo poles await the heads of the tribesmen of the Crow God and the Black Dragon.
The battlefield was deadly silent, no one spoke, only the whimper of the wind blew by, and in the tribes of both sides, hundreds of thousands of monks here were breathing heavily and overwhelmingly evil.
Momen... It's not easy to get in!
In addition, another voice came from the high Momen city wall, right there at the moment, looking at the battlefield below, like tens of thousands of monks watching a scene.
Whether it's the black god, the black dragon, or the more than twenty plundering tribes, for these people on the wall, it is just a play, just an actor, to show them.
And they are either members of the Celestial Alliance, or a powerful tribe on the land of West Desert with the ancestors of Spirit Slayer, they are naturally able to stand high and watch this life and death trick.
Zhou Dekun clenched his fists on the city wall with a sad expression, but he had no way to change everything, so he could only look at Meng Hao in silence.
Beside Zhou Dekun is the Yuntian tribe. The young man surnamed Chen who once appeared in front of Meng Hao in an illusory body, he sighed slightly, glanced over the ground below, and looked at Meng Hao and the Wushen tribe.
"It's a pity." The young man shook his head.
At the other end of the city wall, there was a woman standing there, surrounded by many powerful men. Obviously, this woman had extremely high physical status. She... was in Motu with Meng Hao. Meng Hao shocked those who had left, and now the Motu Heavenly Court, one of the three giants, most of the Monster Butterfly, this Tianjiao, Fairy Duolan!
She frowned at this moment, and when her gaze swept across the earth, she fell on Meng Hao.
"Duolan, why frown? Did this person offend you?" A gentle voice came from Duolan. It was a young man with a tall body, a handsome face, and long hair, as if he were the proud child of heaven. He was wearing a white gown, spotlessly clean.
When he smiled, his smile was charming. Around him, three elders followed. These three elders had good cultivation skills and also brought out the identity of a young man.
One of the giants of the Heavenly Alliance, most of the sedan chair of this generation, Zhang Wenzu!
"It's nothing, I just think this person is familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it." Duolan said lightly.
Zhang Wenzu smiled slightly, stood beside Duolan, followed the woman's gaze, looked over, and saw Meng Hao.
"It's just an ant. If you don't remember it, don't think about it. It's meaningless." Zhang Wenzu retracted his gaze and smiled gracefully.
Duolan seemed to be very uncomfortable with the other party's approach, and subconsciously left a few steps without noticing that in the distant crowd, there was a look that was resentful, falling from her to Zhang Wenzu.
This bitterness disappeared in an instant, without a trace, the former Motu Taoist Luo Chong, in the crowd, looked as usual, but his heart had already gritted his teeth. His former sect has become an affiliate of the Heavenly Alliance, and here he is also It has long since lost its value, and even though it has already formed a pill at this moment, this kind of cultivation is completely unremarkable.
"Bitch, and this damn Zhang Wenzu, you dare to touch the woman whom Luo Chong is optimistic about. Sooner or later, I will let you die!!" Luo Chong took a deep breath, and when he glanced across the earth, he was suddenly stunned. After a moment, after rubbing his eyes vigorously, he looked at Meng Hao violently, his breathing swiftly.
"It's... it's him? How could it be..."
At the same time, there is a very inconspicuous sect in the ink soil force controlled by the heavenly alliance, and its name is Jin Guangjiao.
At this moment, all the disciples in this Golden Light Sect, about seven to eight thousand people, looked excited one by one.
"Fifth Master, the ancestor is back! I will wait to meet the ancestor and meet the fifth!"
"Believe in the Fifth Lord, and have eternal life, once the Fifth Lord comes out, who will fight for the front!!" The roar echoed, and the seven or eight thousand people went straight to the border between Motu and West Desert, and blasted away.
On the border between Motu and West Desert, outside the huge Momen, in this dead silence, Meng Hao slowly spoke to Xu Bai beside him.
"The final battle."
Xu Bai was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, with a hearty laugh, seeming to be persistent, and when he looked at Meng Hao, he nodded.
"The last battle!"
"Victory, we enter Motu, Motu announces the matter of seeking demon spirits, promises to bring the demon spirits, and can enter Motu. They don't have to go back on this matter!"
"I lost... Meng Hao, if I die, most of the Black Dragon will be merged into your Wushen tribe, okay?" Xu Bai looked at Meng Hao with a serious expression.
Meng Hao looked at Xu Bai and nodded heavily.
"In that case, what's the fear of death? The first battle is smooth!" Xu Bai laughed and took a step from the black dragon.
"The Black Dragon!!" Xu Bai's voice echoed when he turned his head. At once, most of the Black Dragon, all the people of the tribe, all looked at Xu Bai.
"Unlock the seal and fight!!" Xu Bai said, and all the members of the Black Dragon tribe made a voice together.
"War!!" As Xu Bai rushed out, most of the Black Dragon clansmen, all of them untied the black rope on their right hand, and immediately became overwhelmingly powerful. Everyone's flesh swelled up in an instant. This seal was exactly what was sealed. Most of the black dragon's physical body method was unlocked at this moment, and all the black dragon tribe members had their bodies raised by at least one head in an instant, as if they had turned into black tyrannosaurus, and went straight ahead.
Here, Meng Hao took a deep breath. When his right hand was raised, the magic spear appeared. When he turned his head, Meng Hao looked at the Wushen tribe behind him. Gradually, his eyes fell on the distance, the north of West Desert, the hometown of the Wushen tribe. , He thought of the Golden Crow and the Big Tree, thought of his promise to them, thought of the figure walking along his way, with the Wu Shen Bu.
Scenes echoed in his mind until it turned into this moment, this... the last battle!
"War!" Meng Hao said, like the roar of spring thunder, all the members of the Wushen tribe are full of blood, murderous intent, and evil spirits spreading. They understand that this is...life or death, the final choice.
The four hundred thousand demons overwhelmed the sky with a roar that shook the sky. The big hair was in it, and it had grown to the level of tenth. The second and third hairs, although not as good, are still strong, and the brutal giants are among them. Gula is the real division. Long, assisting Meng Hao this way, his eyes were already red at this moment.
Four hundred thousand monsters, roaring, rush out!
The parrot flew up, and the shrill sound echoed.
"Position, remember to set..."