While pondering, Meng Hao raised his right hand and patted it on the storage bag. Immediately, a head appeared in his hand, which was the head of the black-clothed youth turned into a black bat.
However, it was not in human form, but in the form of a bat, with godless eyes, but there was still the panic and despair before death. When people looked at it, there was an unexplainable shock.
This head was deliberately kept by Meng Hao in order to resolve an unnecessary dispute.
Hu Yanqing's death was deliberately framed by a black bat. Let alone whether Hu Yan's ancestor could see the clue, even if he didn't see it, the head in Meng Hao's hands at this moment is enough to explain the problem.
Turning around, Meng Hao flew toward the West Desert Sea when his consciousness merged into the Purple Sea. Over the years, the ten square cities that had been built were flew away.
At the moment, the nearest to him is Seventh Square City.
"These ten workshops are all guarded by Motu monks, and they are qualified to build this kind of bridgehead-like workshops here under the catastrophe, and there must be the support of the Heavenly Alliance."
"Send this head there, and someone will naturally send it to the ancestor Huyan." Meng Hao shook his body at a very fast speed. After three days, he crossed the Purple Sea and saw the surface of the sea not far away, floating with Many boats are connected together to form a square city with a range of several thousand meters.
There are many wooden buildings on it. There are more than a thousand monks, and there are loud voices, coming in and out, many of them are still changing, and it is very lively.
There are some monks in black robes all around, one by one with indifferent expressions, walking back and forth on the edge, and the patterns of butterflies flying through the clouds on their clothes are the guards of this Seventh Square City.
On weekdays, this place is a place where monks trade supplies, and even according to Motu’s plan, in the coming years, based on these ten workshops, hundreds of buildings will be built on the sea of West Desert. Fangshi.
There is a formation here, which makes it difficult for the divine consciousness to spread in. Unless Meng Hao uses multiple lives, it is difficult for the divine consciousness to spread.
When Meng Hao arrived at noon, his arrival immediately attracted the attention of the monks in this town. Those guards' eyes contracted. Meng Hao Yuanying’s great cultivation level made them immediately vigilant and did not stop them. From Meng Hao stepped into Fang City.
As soon as he stepped into the market, Meng Hao immediately felt a wave of magical power sweeping across his body like divine consciousness, and when he covered his whole body, the magical power of the magical array seemed to stop, and then he locked himself in motionlessly.
Meng Hao's expression remained as usual. What he was looking for was the Heavenly Court Alliance. If someone here actively came to him, it would also indicate that Hu Yan's ancestor had made a lot of preparations for Hu Yanqing's death and knew his identity.
If no one comes to find yourself, the matter is somewhat intriguing.
Almost at the moment when Meng Hao arrived, among the many boats that made up the city, there was an extremely luxurious boat in which two old men were sitting cross-legged.
One of them, wearing a red robe, was cultivated in the late Yuan Ying stage, beside him, the other old man, wearing a black gown, had some colorful totems on his face, closing his eyes, exuding infinite fluctuations close to Yuan Ying’s Great Perfection. Although it is not enough, it is obviously not far off.
These two people are the strongest in this Seventh Square City where the Heavenly Alliance is stationed here.
Almost the moment Meng Hao stepped into this town, suddenly, in front of the two elders, a curtain of light appeared out of thin air, flashing rapidly.
The two elders opened their eyes together, and immediately saw Meng Hao's figure appearing in the light curtain.
In the light curtain, around Meng Hao's figure, bursts of crimson light were emitted. This light was not emitted by Meng Hao, but was marked by the formation of this city.
"Red Wanted... This person..."
"It's him! A few days ago, the ancestor Tian from the tribe Huyan, personally ordered the wanted person." The two elders' eyes shrank immediately, and they looked at each other, and they could see the solemnity and contemplation in each other's eyes.
"I remember that in the wanted ancestor Huyan that day, I mentioned that if you inform him of the news, you can get a magic weapon that he personally refines. If he can capture this life, he can promise a favor!"
The eyes of the two elders immediately showed a trace of fire, and when they looked at each other, they all flashed.
"Open the formation!"
"All Nascent Soul monks, all shot!" The two elders were silent for a moment, and both showed decisiveness. As monks, they are not afraid of danger. They are afraid that they don't even have the courage to face danger. Wealth... always seeks from danger!
The favor of a spirit-slashing ancestor is worth taking a risk. Even if it looks like this person’s cultivation level is very strange, it seems to be Yuan Ying Great Perfection, there are other Yuan Ying cultivators to cooperate, and more importantly, there is a formation method. Things are not impossible.
Almost in this Seventh Square City, when all the Nascent Soul monks of the Heavenly Court Alliance received a letter from the two elders one after another, Meng Hao walked in the Square City, walked through the crowd, and looked at the bustling and bustling surroundings, he was in a daze. , I remembered that I had been in retreat for more than a hundred years.
"It's been over a hundred years..." Meng Hao sighed lightly, his memory slowly emerging like a tide. He remembered the familiar faces he saw when he merged with Zihai.
I remembered that tear.
With melancholy, Meng Hao walked in the city until he approached an edge, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and when he slowly raised his head, Meng Hao’s body, for the first time in more than a hundred years, … Trembles a bit.
In front of him, there is a shelf on which hangs... more than fifty people.
These fifty people are dying one by one, and even half of them have died and become corpses.
Their bodies are full of scars, and they obviously don't know how much torment they have endured. At this moment, half of them are not dead, each with their godless eyes open, and they seem to be looking into the distance.
No one wailed and screamed, and all remained silent.
One of them was an old woman, with an old face, a withered body, full of weeds, white hair, very embarrassed, but if you look carefully, you can faintly see that this old woman should be a beautiful girl when she was young. .
She stared at the distance without a god, not knowing what she was thinking about, but the fire of life in her heart that was always immortal, seemed to represent her heart, with a strong hatred.
At this moment, Meng Hao's mind suddenly roared, and his complexion was instantly frosty that it had never seen before in more than a hundred years. Even when faced with a black bat, Meng Hao's anger was far inferior. It's strong right now.
His body trembled. It was an uncontrollable anger that was extremely angry, bursts of indescribable coldness, which seemed to disperse from Meng Hao's body in an instant. Under his feet, there was ice on the wooden plank, and the purple sea outside the city was at this moment. , It is the strong roll of the huge waves.
His mind, at this moment, could not control the memory of the past.
"Senior, she is my sister, her name is Wuling!"
"If you dare to deceive my brother, you and I will never die!"
"Senior, for my brother, Wuling can give everything, no matter what, I can do it..." The voice echoed in Meng Hao's mind until it turned into the old woman in front of him.
The former girl, in the passing of these years, the beauty is no longer, has become a vicissitudes of life.
This old woman, Meng Hao vaguely recognized that it was... Wuling!
There were three or five other people hanging around. Meng Hao found familiarity with them in the past. They... are the members of the Wushen tribe!
When Meng Hao looked at the tribesmen of the Wushen tribe, there were also some monks all around, looking at the suspended Wushen tribesmen with emotion, whispering to each other.
"Ten Fangcities have these Golden Crow and Black Dragon tribesmen. They shouldn't provoke the Tiancong tribe, and shouldn't provoke Huyan ancestors."
"To blame, it is their former Totem ancestor who actually killed the only son of Huyan ancestor. This has caused too much trouble, and now all the forces in Motu have been alarmed."
"Hey, these half-dead corpses are hanging here, not to force the totem saint ancestor of the Golden Crow tribe back then, I remember his name is Meng Hao."
"I also heard that Tian Cong tribe declared the world, if Meng Hao does not appear for a day, Tian Cong tribe will kill a hundred Jinwu people."
These voices, like a sharp blade, pierced into Meng Hao’s heart, causing Meng Hao’s heart to be torn apart at this moment, making his face pale, and making the ice at his feet stand here. In an instant, it was even more icy.
His breath was stinging, and even at this moment, bloodshot and red glow appeared in his eyes.
He didn't expect that the old ancestor Huyan actually... did things so desperately. Obviously, he didn’t put Meng Hao in his eyes at all. He acted as a strong man, even if he knew that the matter was not Meng Hao. What Hao has done is also implicated.
"Golden Crow Tribe..." At this moment, the roar and tumbling of the surrounding Zihai became more intense, causing many cultivators here to look in surprise, and some had already seen something wrong with Meng Hao.
At this moment, among the fifty people who were hanging there, Wu Ling seemed to notice something and turned her head with difficulty. In the next instant, she... saw Meng Hao.
The moment she saw Meng Hao clearly, she was stunned.
She looked at Meng Hao and gradually smiled. Looking at her, Meng Hao looked guilty, and there was an unquenchable, monstrous anger.
At this moment, the whispered discussion around was also interrupted by the tumbling of the purple sea around, but the last two sentences still passed into Meng Hao's ears.
"The Golden Crow and the Black Dragon clan, the matter was split, and the Black Dragon Clan took the opportunity to re-independent. The Jin Crow clan was afraid that they were in danger of fleeing. I heard that this time the sky was dispatched from the tribe to fight the Golden Crow clan. The war is still going on. I am afraid it is not over yet. , But the previous two sides fought, and Tian Congbu had already captured nearly 500 members of the Jinwu tribe."
"However, the Golden Crow tribe is also successful. The power is said to be stronger than expected. The Tiancong tribe has also paid a lot of casualties, making the Tiancong tribe have to dispatch the whole clan to start a full-scale war."
After these two sentences fell into Meng Hao's ears, outside the Fang City, the entire Zihai roared completely and suddenly broke out. At this moment, the cold under Meng Hao's feet swept across all directions, covering all areas of the entire Fang City.
The sky has changed!