The land of West Desert, spreading east and west from the north, has become a purple sea. This sea spreads and will soon flood the southern part of West Desert and stop outside Momen, becoming a vast ocean.
And Momen will also be submerged in the sea. After ten thousand years, as the sea slowly disappears, it will gradually reappear in the world.
At that time, the catastrophe of West Desert ended, and with the disappearance of the sea, it became the land of West Desert again.
Perhaps by then, for the West Desert monks in Motu, this land of West Desert has become a stranger, but someone will definitely look for the roots of the tribe thousands of years ago.
With the closing of Momen, this migration came to an end...
Meng Hao’s laughter echoed, he clearly understood the cause and effect, and saw the line of cause and effect. Like the Ji family, he could throw the fishing rod out and manipulate this treasure. This was an extra gain for Meng Hao.
"Causality, it turns out to be around..." Meng Hao was in the sky, the parrot was on his shoulder, and the skin was frozen on the parrot's ankle. One person, one bird, one skin freeze, in the pouring purple rain, in this world of vitality Extinction, the spiritual energy has completely dissipated, and galloped away.
Parting from the Wushen tribe, he didn't choose to enter the ink soil because Meng Hao had another choice. He wanted to realize this purple rain catastrophe and turn it into his own water totem.
As for the blood totem, that is not Meng Hao's first choice, so he wants to leave, and must be in this purple sea catastrophe, blend in, only then can he realize the true meaning from this sea.
At the moment when he was whizzing and galloping, Meng Hao's eyes flashed suddenly.
"I have left the plain outside Motu, and I should be chasing him soon..." Meng Hao muttered, his body stopped, stood in the air, turned and looked behind him.
"Will it be Yuan Ying, or...Zhanling!!" Meng Hao's eyes showed a sharp glow. When he swept around, he looked up at the sky and suddenly smiled.
After a long time, he set his eyes on the distant void again.
"It should be Spirit Slashing. After all, I have shown hunger strength outside Momen. It is no ordinary Nascent Soul to stop it." Meng Hao murmured, thinking of the realm of Spirit Slashing, his eyes revealed at this moment. The stock is fierce and pursued.
Spirit Slash... That is a powerful and unspeakable realm!
It is the pursuit of all monks, second only to the desire to become an immortal!
Because of the mystery of Zhanling, it is not a change of supernatural powers, but the expression of artistic conception. With the three swords of Zhanling, every sword cut is an artistic conception.
Only in that state can you be qualified to call your own practice... Tao!
In the realm of Zhanling, all the cultivation, the medicine is the second, the main... is the perception of the artistic conception.
Every ancestor of Spirit Slashing has a different artistic conception. According to different experiences, according to different life, the selected artistic conception and way, turned into a knife of its own, cut the first knife, cut out the beginning of the spirit, Two swords, cut down the spirit, and the last cut, cut down the queen!
With each cut, the cultivation base can rise to a level, until all the three swords are cut down, and when the spirit-cutting great perfection is achieved, the only way... has become the question!
And the reason for asking Dao is because I have Dao, and I have found my Dao in the three swords of Zhan Ling, so I have to ask... Either Dao is firmer, and he has the qualifications to become an immortal.
Either... It is to question the Dao until Dao disappears and everything becomes empty.
The so-called "Korean Dao" means death in the evening. What I describe is the realm of questioning Dao. Once I understand and strengthen my Dao, even if I die, I am smiling.
Kill the spirit, ask the question, become a fairy!
This is the last three steps of the Southern Heaven and Earth, a monk’s life, and the final pursuit. Each step is a lifetime of nine deaths, until the final immortal, and has the qualifications to leave the Southern Heaven and Earth, and can go to the vast starry sky to make one’s own way and more. For firmness, a flower that can dazzle the stars blooms!
In a person's life, a flower like this blooms, even if it is death, it can be laughed forever, and life is not in vain!
This road is the road to becoming a fairy!
Meng Hao is on the road, Xu Qing is on the road, Chu Yuyan is on the road, Chen Fan, Little Fatty, and so on, everyone is on this road...
Looking at it, whether it’s the West Desert or the Southern Territory, there are very few people who ask the power... , Become a strong clan.
The same is true in the Southern Territory. Spirit Slashing is rare, and most of them...are staying at the first cut. There are few second cuts. As for the third cut... it is even rarer.
Because... Every time a sword falls, it kills a life and death. If it fails to succeed, it will definitely die, which makes many ancestors who have cultivated to the level of slashing spirits... dare not continue to slash.
If you fail, you will die!
The power of Zhan Ling is strong in artistic conception, can affect supernatural powers, can change the rules, and can do things that are impossible in the eyes of the cultivators of Yuan Ying.
Such as the ancestor of the mountain, he can walk with Zhao Guo, although it is related to his previous cultivation base, but after all, when he flees with Zhao Guo, what it shows is just slashing the spirit!
Like the ancestor of Hanxue, the power of one person shook all directions until his cultivation base fell, which attracted a strong enemy.
If you want to step into Soul Slashing, you must make the first cut.
And this is after the Yuan Ying, a barrier that is like a heaven to all the monks. This barrier blocked too many Yuan Ying monks, so they had to stop at the Yuan Ying Great Consummation until they lived. Yuan broke off and became the bones of the ruins.
How old is it if you are not a thousand years old and can't stand against the sky
Yuan Ying has lived for nearly a thousand years, but even with the great medicine that increases his life, he still cannot pass a thousand years. This is part of the law of heaven and earth, and is the ultimate life span of a monk.
And the first sword of Zhan Ling can cut five hundred to one thousand years of life. As for the specific amount, it depends on the person and the mood... But no matter what, your own lifespan must be over a thousand!
Once over a thousand, it is against the sky!
Therefore, it is difficult to cut spirits, and it is rare to see... It is extremely difficult!
Meng Hao took a deep breath and concealed his persistent pursuit in the bottom of his heart. This road to becoming immortal, Meng Hao walked on it, and he will continue to walk until he reaches a... unprecedented, this is Meng Hao’s determination. .
And the five-color Yuanying is just the first step!
Meng Hao looked at nothingness. There was only a downpour of purple rain in front of him, and only the earth was dead. Other than that, there was no other figure. Meng Hao waited silently, that is, ten breaths of time, suddenly...
In the purple rain in the sky, a translucent figure gradually emerged out of thin air, extremely abruptly, and appeared in the void dozens of feet away in front of Meng Hao.
With the appearance of this figure, the purple rain around it seemed to be pushed away by an invisible force, so that there was no half of the purple rain around the figure.
Meng Hao's expression was as usual, without any surprises, but the parrot on his shoulders, but at this moment, his whole body was erected and his eyes widened. Even the bells on his ankles that were frozen from the skin were shaking at this moment. Get up and make a clanging sound.
"Your sister, Zhanling!!" The parrot blinked, not knowing what was thinking in his heart.
"Shut up, don't shake, the trembling fifth master is upset." The parrot lowered his head and glanced fiercely at the skin jelly on his ankle, but the jelly shivered and became more intense.
Meng Hao’s expression remained the same. He had already expected that after sending the Crow God tribe to Motu, as he took out a demon spirit as the qualification of the Crow God tribe to live in Motu, he possessed the second demon spirit. The matter will also be completely discovered at that moment.
According to the needs of the Heavenly Court Alliance for the demon spirits, or most of the other people with war spirit ancestors, a trace of greed that arises is very likely to... chase and kill yourself.
If you go to Motu, this matter is even more unavoidable, and it will even affect the Wushen tribe, only to leave... After leaving, even though it will attract people who are watching.
But all this has nothing to do with the Wushen tribe. After all, Meng Hao's departure was outside Momen, and there were too many people seen. From that moment on, it was equivalent to Meng Hao and the Wushen tribe, cutting off cause and effect. .
"Do you know I'm coming?" The translucent figure slowly opened his eyes. The moment his eyes closed, the world around him suddenly changed, as if he was instantly enveloped by an indescribable force of rules. He didn't speak, but there was a voice. At this moment, he forcibly blasted into Meng Hao's mind, which resounded like thunder.
A powerful breath made Meng Hao's breath almost suffocated, and there was a feeling of life and death, only between the other's thoughts. The purple rain around him stopped, as if being still in the air, the first drop of purple rain looked shocking at the moment.
This is not something that Yuan Ying monks can do. This is no longer magical powers, but has certain rules, or... has a certain mood! !
Only a strong spirit slasher can have an artistic conception!
"Sure enough, it's no longer Yuan Ying, but Spirit Slashing who came here!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he raised his head to look at the translucent figure.
"Hand over the demon spirit on you, the old man can let you go." The translucent figure stared at Meng Hao, his expression was not happy or angry, and he did not speak, but the voice blasted into Meng Hao's mind again, echoing inside. Open.
"Wait a minute!" The parrot stood on Meng Hao's shoulder and spoke in a shrill voice. The body hurriedly flew up, the bells turned into frozen skin, shivering constantly, and the clanging sound was even more.
"Hey, this big brother, the fifth master and this kid are not in the same group. Oh, I remember, my concubine is still at home waiting for me, I'm leaving first." The parrot hurriedly spoke, and Pu fanned The wings are about to fly.
"Big brother, San Ye and this kid are not in the same group..." Pi Dong also said quickly.
Meng Hao's face was ugly, and he glared at the parrot and Skin Frost.
"It's a demon spirit!" Meng Hao simply said so.
At the same time, the gaze of the translucent figure, Setsuna looked at the parrot.
"Meng Hao, your sister, we are in the same group, you, you, you..." The parrot shivered as he swept away his gaze, and immediately became furious.
"It's wrong for you to be like this, it's immoral for you to be this way, you're going to be robbed of heaven, you..." Pi Dong also roared immediately.