When he saw that there were twenty tribes in the Predator Alliance, Meng Hao knew that in today's final battle, the Black God Tribe and most of the Black Dragon tribe, even if they were extremely powerful, would still be defeated in the end.
There are too many people in the Predator Tribe.
And this battle, even if there was a miracle in the end, if all the tens of thousands of people in the Wushen tribe died, and only a few hundred were left, then even if they entered the black soil, there would be no Wushen tribe from then on.
Unless the Wushen tribe can retain most of its strength, after stepping into the ink soil and fusing with the Golden Light Sect, it can form a powerful force that allows the Wushen tribe to retain its self-esteem and continue.
This is the result that Meng Hao wants, and the only way to achieve this result... is not the strength of the cultivation base, not the number of people in the clan, but Meng Hao must understand that in the land of Ximo, he... the strongest What is it!
His strongest is not the Five Elements Totem, the power of cultivation, and it is not the magic weapon body, because of these, there are many people who are stronger than his, and even the identity of the totem saint ancestor has no effect at all.
Although the blood body is strong, it can face two hundred thousand cultivators, how can it resist.
The magic gun is domineering, but it is only a gun!
Meng Hao understood that his strongest place was also his greatest support, which was the identity of the Conferred Demon Master. This identity was in the land of West Desert, allowing Meng Hao to condense the demon energy and control an almost infinite group of demon.
He can make the alien monsters stronger, even surpassing his own strength, and he can manipulate them to accomplish everything that Meng Hao can't accomplish.
This is his strongest place and the reason why the Wushen tribe can walk all the way from the northern part of West Desert to here.
So... the appearance of the Extraterritorial Heart Demon Flower, the killing of the Totem Saint Ancestor, and the killing of the Yuanying Elder are all secondary. The most important thing is that Meng Hao needs to stare at him from many powerful people, and he only needs to stop for a while. In a situation where it is possible to be under siege, strive for three to five breaths of hungry time.
This time is crucial, and in this time, in order to ensure success, he needs more than a hundred Silongs of the Predator Alliance to lose control of the alien monster. Only in this way can Meng Hao be perfect at once.
And this is the reason why Meng Hao took out the Extraterritorial Heart Demon Flower!
What he wanted was not the confusion of the ordinary people, not the confusion of the strong Nascent Souls, but... the more than one hundred, hidden in the monster group, Meng Hao did not seem to pay the slightest attention to the Si Long, their coma!
At the moment, he did it.
The earth-shattering of the 800,000 monsters shook the battlefield, shocked the Heavenly Alliance, and shook all the monks in West Desert who saw this scene.
Blasted out, went straight to the ground, rushed to the tribe of more than 100,000 predators below.
This last battle is destined to be a bloody storm, and even in the entire history of West Desert, it will be a rare war. Everyone on Momen is silent. Watching this scene, the four spirit-slashing elders are coming around. The divine consciousness of the ancestors is also paying attention to this battle.
"Kill!!" The clansmen of the tribe of more than 100,000 predators, with red eyes, roared, rushed all together, and started a life-and-death battle with 800,000 monsters.
At the same time, all the totem saint ancestors, all the Nascent Soul cultivators, all rushed out, like a sharp arrow, rushed into the monster group, and came straight to Meng Hao.
"Kill Meng Hao, the demon group will disperse!" The roar came out. It was the clan father of these twenty tribes. Under this life and death crisis, the roar, condensing all the peak power, went straight to Meng Hao. Come.
Meng Hao was in the demon group, watching all this with cold eyes. The demon group around him was flying around, surrounded by all directions. The battlefield of the earth was suffering from death and injury. Every moment, monks died sternly, and other monsters were torn apart.
The ruthlessness of the war, at this moment, Meng Hao felt extremely deeply. He looked at all of this, and the world in front of him had become red without exaggeration.
It was blood, there were strange monsters, there were monks, and the earth had already become blood, and the purple rain in the sky couldn't change the color of this blood.
This is a massacre!
The sheer number of the demons made it possible to take away even if they were constantly dying, one after another, the clansmen of the predator tribe, the screams and the madness of death, at this moment, they performed the bloody yellow spring.
"Blood..." Meng Hao was in the group of monsters, looking at the earth and the blood all over the ground. He suddenly realized that blood... is not also a kind of water, but this kind of water carries vitality. It is the source of life.
Owning it does not necessarily lead to life, but without it, there must be no vitality.
"In my whole life, I have a relationship with blood, the blood fairy inheritance, and guided the way for cultivation, and the killing after that is even more so... Blood is also a totem.
And what is a totem... A totem is not the understanding of the will in my mind, but a cohesion of the power of nine mountains and seas, and a seed of power! ! "
Meng Hao was silent, closed his eyes, and did not look at the pinnacle powerhouse of the Predator Alliance. He was desperately rushing over. Wherever he went, the demons kept blocking him, and there was more blood.
At this moment, all of a sudden, the members of the Wushen tribe moved forward with the formation, the formation fog rolled, the sound of running echoed, and countless golden figures could be seen inside, blasting past, heading straight to the battlefield. Come.
But all the people of the predator tribes who were shrouded in mist, all died miserably.
There was a low roar, and the parrot screamed in the air, with excitement in his eyes, and the sharp voice could be heard throughout the battlefield.
"Come on, shout with me!"
"Believe in the Fifth Lord, and gain eternal life, once the Fifth Lord comes out, who will fight for the front..." Just when this voice came out of the mist formation formed by the members of the Wushen tribe, suddenly, in the direction of the ink soil, the sky was rolling. It was actually exactly the same, but it was even louder, and even with a voice of persistence and excitement, it suddenly echoed.
"Believe in the Fifth Master, and have eternal life, once the fifth is born, who will fight for the front!! Welcome the return of the fifth master, and welcome the return of the ancestors!!" The sound of this voice immediately surprised everyone in the Momen city wall and looked up. When they looked around, they saw seven or eight thousand tall figures in the rolling clouds, rushing out of the air, passing directly through the ink soil, stepping into the land of West Desert, and heading straight to the battlefield.
"This is… "
"Jin Guangjiao!!!"
"The formation of the Black God Tribe is actually the same as the Golden Light Sect!!"
The appearance of Jin Guangjiao, like a sharp blade, pierced into the already riddled pirate alliance, and went from two directions with the Wushen tribe, and launched a battle with formations.
Most of the black dragons also rushed out, centering on the formation of the Wushen Tribe, appearing from time to time, fighting to the end.
The war is completely one-sided. The advantage of the predator alliance’s numbers is completely lost under the 800,000 monsters. There is more despair and panic in everyone’s mind. On this battlefield, the screams screamed. Next, one by one lost all their fighting spirit.
But the killing is still going on!
One hundred fifty thousand, one hundred thirty thousand, one hundred thousand... eighty thousand... fifty thousand! !
In a short time, there were only 50,000 people left in the entire predator tribe, and the other 150,000 people had become corpses. Their blood was on the ground, making this area outside Momen a lake of blood!
When the bloody breath was overwhelming, all the pinnacle powerhouses and totem saint ancestors of the Predator Alliance were even more crazier in this sadness. They killed many monster groups, swept all around, and the distance between Meng Hao and Meng Hao grew more and more. close.
The fighting on the ground couldn't attract too many people's attention. At this moment, all eyes on the Motu city wall were condensed in midair, Meng Hao, who was protected by layers of monsters.
Here, Meng Hao is the key to this war. If he dies, then this battle... will still be a horrible victory for the Predator Tribe!
The roar echoed, dozens of Nascent Soul monks, more than a dozen diminishing Totem Saint Ancestors, with determination and killing, they destroyed all the demon groups blocking in front of them like a bamboo, and killed a bloody path, but more The demon group still rushed forward violently, causing them to fall into the slaughter, and rush towards Meng Hao in this slaughter.
But at a distance of a few hundred feet, the demons are densely packed, and crazy blocking, they can't get close at all, and there are too many demons here, 800,000 demons, making the demonic energy monstrous, even though these Nascent Soul monks can’t see them, they can’t get close. I could feel an unspeakable coercion in these surroundings, making it impossible to teleport.
Can only rush over, can only try to approach Meng Hao in the killing.
Meng Hao’s closed eyes suddenly opened. When they opened, there were no pupils in his eyes, but a patch of red blood, like a lake of blood reflecting the earth, and his mask, at this moment, it seemed as if Completely integrated.
"Blood is also water... It turns out that this totem has always been on my body, but I never paid attention to it... It is always there." When Meng Hao opened his eyes, the skin of his whole body instantly became bloody. At this moment , The blood fairy mask seemed to have disappeared, because Meng Hao and it were the same color. This mask was no longer a mask, but became Meng Hao's face.
At this moment, the robe on his body has also become a red robe, and his hair has also become red. It can even be said that at this moment he... is like a blood body.
"Almost, it's a pity... This blood totem belongs to the blood fairy, not to me..." Meng Hao murmured softly, raising a finger with his right hand, and immediately rushing towards the blood body of a monk in the distance, his body jerked. Zhen, seemingly reluctant, but unable to control his body, disappeared for a moment, and when he appeared, he was in front of Meng Hao.
Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed at the blood body, immediately this season blood body turned into a red light, and when it blended into Meng Hao's fingers, Meng Hao's body was shocked, and a totem appeared on his finger!
The red totem, this is the blood totem!
At the moment when this totem appeared, Meng Hao’s cultivation broke out, as if it had been suppressed for too long. At this moment, it suddenly rose. In the blink of an eye, it broke out to a kind of fast approaching Predator Alliance. The weak Totem Saint Ancestor was shocked to the extent.