Meng Hao’s voice was like a cold wind. When it spread from all directions, he lifted his right hand and pointed forward, and immediately a huge purple gas that was hundreds of feet long appeared out of thin air, forming an arc like a blade. Yuan Ying's late peak monk left.
The monk's complexion changed drastically, and Meng Hao's cold voice echoed in his ears, his scalp was numb, and he quickly backed away in amazement. With his hands pinching, he took out a lot of magic weapons and tried to resist.
But all his preparations, at the moment of contact with Meng Hao’s Purple Qi Slash, were fragile and vulnerable to a single blow, shattered, and with bursts of roar, Zi Qi Slash, and then from the monk’s body, whizzed through. And pass.
Bringing a piece of blood, the monk from the tribe shook his body that day. When he lowered his head, his body was directly divided into two halves, and the Yuan Ying was directly destroyed by the battle.
When the corpse fell towards the Zihai, the blood mastiff roared, shaking the earth, all the guards of the Tian Cong tribe in this city were bleeding, no matter what monk, they were all directly shaken by life.
As for the other monks in this city, Meng Hao was not bloodthirsty. Instead, he walked out of the mastiff and came to this city, where the fifty Wushen tribes were hung.
There were more than twenty people who were corpses, and the rest opened their haggard eyes one by one. When they saw Meng Hao, they were stunned.
But then, among these people, there were two vicissitudes of old men, their bodies trembled immediately, and their expressions showed unprecedented excitement.
"Holy... Master Shengzu!!"
"Is that you..."
These two were the old men of the Black God who had gone through the battle of migration with Meng Hao. At this moment, they muttered, as if they were facing the scene before them, some couldn't believe it. They didn't expect that in their lifetime, they would actually return. Can see the saint ancestor of that year.
"It's me, I... come back." Meng Hao looked at them with a soft expression, and raised his right hand with a wave. Immediately, all the members of the Wushen tribe were picked up by the wind and fell gently on the ground, carrying them in the wind. When the vitality was nourishing everyone, behind Meng Hao, Wu Ling and others, who followed the approach of the waves, also rushed over.
"Master Saint Ancestor... I will wait to see Master Saint Ancestor!" bursts of excitement roared from the tribe population of these Wushen tribes. I have never seen Meng Hao himself or the statue of Meng Hao. At this moment When Meng Hao's answer came into their ears, the unspeakable excitement filled the hearts of all the Wushen tribesmen.
It made those old people think of those years, of the past tragic years.
Meng Hao looked at them, thinking of the past, but when he saw the dead bodies, his heart was stabbed again, and his anger towards the Tiancong tribe became even stronger.
"I'm back, I'll take you... The blood debt is paid for!" Meng Hao turned around and walked away, Zihai roared, curled up the crowd, and moved forward again.
Shortly after.
In the first square city, the blood mastiff came crashing down, the huge claws lifted up, slapped fiercely towards the formation, roaring to the sky, the formation of the first square city suddenly collapsed to pieces, and even the heavenly court that hosted the formation inside it. The cultivators of the alliance immediately collapsed and exploded one by one.
The killing started suddenly when Meng Hao appeared. No matter what cultivation level, pill formation, or Yuan Ying, in these ten major cities, no matter which tribe of the Heavenly Alliance, as long as it is... The tribe of God will all be wiped out in Meng Hao's sweep.
Stationed in the city of No.1, they are members of the Manyan tribe in the Heavenly Court Alliance. Watching the surrounding killings at this moment, the two middle-aged men with the highest cultivation level here look horrified. They have long recognized Meng Hao’s identity. Knowing the hatred between Meng Hao and the Tiancong tribe, he did not hesitate at this moment and turned around to flee.
But they almost ran away, two huge arms suddenly stretched out directly in Zihai, grabbed them, and crushed them severely. The screaming screams only came out for an instant, and then disappeared abruptly.
The blood flowed into the purple sea along the wooden planks of Fangshi.
After rescuing the Wushen tribe here, Meng Hao took everyone to the Third Fang City, Fourth Fang City, Fifth Fang City...
Until the Ten Dafang City, except for the ninth and tenth, Meng Hao had all walked through, but wherever he went, the killing was immediately monstrous, but... this kind of killing not only did not reduce Meng Hao’s anger, but also increased. The more violent.
This is because many of the Wushen tribesmen hanging in every Fang City have become corpses, especially in the Eighth Fang City, among the more than fifty tribesmen, all of them died, and even the corpses were decayed.
This scene made Meng Hao's body tremble, as if his whole body was burned. He looked at the dead members of the Wushen tribe. Inside, he saw five or six familiar faces, and his eyes were still open after seeing these people's death. Inside, what was revealed was the unsolvable resentment and hatred that existed even in life and death.
They would not close their eyes, and Meng Hao would not let them close their eyes so much. He wanted all the dead members of the Wushen tribe to witness the extinction of the Tiancong tribe with their own eyes.
At that moment, they... can really catch their eyes.
Meng Hao flicked his sleeves, rolled up all the corpses, and went straight to the Ninth Fang City.
At this moment, several days have passed in time, and Meng Hao believes that his appearance must have already attracted the attention of interested people. Next, the old ancestor Huyan is expected to come soon.
But Meng Hao was waiting for this ancestor Huyan, even if he was Spirit Slayer, how could this be! !
With the mastiff here, in this Zihai, Meng Hao's home game, even if it is Slashing Spirit, Meng Hao will have to fight with him. If he doesn't fight, he can't understand it, if he doesn't fight, he's uncertain, if he doesn't fight... he's not reconciled!
Since you must involve me, then this battle is unavoidable, and all the explanations I have made are useless, so... Let's fight!
Huyan ancestor, I am waiting for you in Zihai!
Zihai, for Meng Hao, was the most favorable battlefield. Therefore, Meng Hao used to kill the Celestial Alliance tribesmen in Ten Dafang City to create a battlefield in Zihai instead of fighting in Motu.
"Since your Huyan ancestor forced me to go to war, then Meng also forced you to fight with me here!" Although Meng Hao was so angry, his calmness was still there. He believed that things here would be extremely serious. It spreads quickly, Huyan ancestor, must know his arrival.
With a wave of the magic spear in Meng Hao's hand, the spear exuded a cloud of mist, and went straight to the ninth square city ahead. This magic spear had been in the hands of Meng Hao for more than a hundred years, even though it was a hundred years old. Meng Hao has been in retreat for many years, but it has disappeared and still exists.
However, because of more than a hundred years of retreat, although it dissipated, it did not disappear.
At this moment, he whizzed away, and Seta touched and expanded the formation, waiting in the formation, all the cultivators of the Heavenly Court Alliance were heading to the Ninth Square City of the enemy.
Even without the guidance of the Heavenly Alliance, all the monks who are not in the Heavenly Alliance are also in it, staring at Meng Hao, with strong murderous intentions and more greedy eyes. There are more than 700 people in this area. At this moment , All seemed to behead Meng Hao.
Obviously, the reason why they were like this was because they were rewarded by the Heavenly Alliance, and also because they were stimulated by the benefits that they could obtain after killing Meng Hao.
At the moment when the magic spear came, there was an arrogant voice in the city.
"To maintain the formation with all your strength, the ancestor Huyan already knows that this officer is coming!!"
boom! !
The words were still reverberating in the formation, and it was immediately interrupted by a loud noise, and the magic spear touched the formation, causing the entire Ninth Square City to immediately shake violently. At the same time, a large amount of black energy spread. , Not only the formation of corrosion, but also countless hideous faces, biting and devouring everything.
It was just a few breaths. This formation was suddenly weak under the corrosion of the magic spear. Those faces, with excitement and perseverance, penetrated the formation in an instant and went straight to the cultivator inside. Suddenly, more than seven hundred people screamed and screamed, and the formation was corroded into a hole in a sudden, causing the magic gun to touch, turning into a thick black mist, and a face was faintly revealed in it. , It is the face of the magic mind back then.
With greed and bloodthirsty, the magic fog covered all areas in this entire Ninth Fang City in an instant, and the only place where the Wushen tribes hung became the only safe place here.
Meng Hao stood in the air. This was the first time he had completely wiped out a city. It was all because the monks in this city had chosen to die.
When the black mist of the magic spear rolled violently, the screams came out violently. After a while, suddenly, seven or eight figures quickly escaped from the black mist, but as soon as they flew out, they immediately became indifferent in Meng Hao. Under the wave of his hand, each body roared and collapsed immediately.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding purple sea suddenly roared and rolled, setting off a big wave, and directly submerging the city. At the same time, the black mist shrank, engulfing the people of the Wushen tribe here, and returned in an instant.
After healed these tribesmen, watching this group of people, only eight tribesmen were alive, the murderous intent in Meng Hao's eyes became more intense.
When he turned around, he lowered all the tribesmen of the Wushen tribe, stepped on the head of the mastiff, rolled the big waves, and went straight to the purple sea of West Desert, and went to the last city.
Almost while Meng Hao was moving forward, at this moment on the Purple Sea, near the direction of Mo Earth, there was a black rainbow moving away with a speed that surpassed Yuan Ying.
In this black rainbow, he was wearing a black robe, and it seemed that he was just a clone of the middle-aged ancestor Huyan!
His face was cold, he didn't say a word, his body flickered, and he moved, and he was getting closer and closer to the tenth city!
"Qing'er, today, being your father will avenge half of your revenge. It won't be long before I will really kill your enemies and be crushed to pieces."
"Qing'er, in this world, no one is qualified to kill you, only I... Only I have the qualification." Old Ancestor Huyan murmured softly, with a touch of kindness in his eyes, but this kindness does not know why, but there is a weird feeling After people see it, it will be chilly and creepy.