The Tenth Square City is like a big enemy, the formation is fully open.
It is late at night. The light of this formation is not soft, but dazzling. The surrounding sea area reflected is also colorful. This formation emits a sharp aura, which can be judged only from the breath. The array is obviously stronger than the other nine markets.
It was even incomparable at all. The formation of this Tenth Square City seemed more powerful, and it seemed difficult to be broken by Meng Hao in a blink of an eye like the previous formation.
In this formation, all the cultivators were standing in front of each other, one by one, with concentration and vigilance.
There are sixteen Yuanying monks sitting cross-legged in this tenth city. Among them, there are three at the peak of Yuanying's later stage. These three are sitting in three directions, sharing the backlash of the formation.
More cultivators are maintaining the operation of the formation, and the whole town is silent.
They already knew about the destruction of Jiudafang City, about Meng Hao's killing, and knew that what they were about to face was an extremely terrifying existence.
But they don’t have too much fear, because the ancestor Huyan is coming, because they have made up their minds, they will never get out of the formation, because they are extremely confident in this formation, they believe that as long as everyone does not choose to go out, they will do their best. Unfolding the formation, Meng Hao wanted to blast away, and he couldn't do it in a short time.
As long as the ancestor Huyan arrives, everything will rain and the sky will clear, and the other party will undoubtedly die!
Almost everyone in this Tenth Square City has this idea. At this moment, in the middle of this formation, there is a tall shelf. On this shelf, there are fifty corpses of the Wushen tribe. People live, all die...
As early as a few days ago, they had already died, especially in this corpse, there was a head without a body hanging from it, and that head could be seen as an old man, an old man, as if he had lost his cultivation, just like an ordinary head.
At the same time, in this formation, there are two huge chariots, like a crossbow, with black glow all over the body, and a faintly fierce aura. In this formation, they are controlled by the monks.
Time passed slowly. When the night fell, the sky was pitch black, but when the surrounding sea water slapped, suddenly, a red light appeared in the distant sky. The appearance of this red light immediately caused a burst of fire. The attention of everyone in the law.
"coming!"
"This Meng Hao is very courageous, but since he dared to come, it is impossible to blast the formation here!" When everyone looked together, many fishes sneered immediately, but they looked towards the sky. The moment of red light...
Around this tenth square city, the entire purple sea immediately set off a huge vortex. When the vortex turned around, everyone in the square immediately changed their complexion. The sea rolled, the boats and ships undulated, and the sound of roaring. Keep coming out.
Immediately afterwards, when the red light of the sky came, the huge body of the mastiff was revealed to the eyes of the people here, they also saw it, standing on top of the mastiff, wearing a blue gown, his face was gloomy, and his surroundings were terrible. Meng Hao.
Meng Hao’s gaze swept across the Tenth Fang City, but then, there was a sudden stop. The pupils of his eyes shrank in an instant, staring blankly at the dead body of the Wushen tribe. Skull.
The moment he saw this head, Meng Hao's heart was stung again, it was Gula's head!
"Old ancestor Huyan... Heaven from the tribe." Meng Hao murmured, the evil spirit in his eyes gradually changed and became a strong hostility. He glanced at the Tenth Fang city below, and raised a finger with his right hand.
Under this finger, the surrounding purple sea roared to the sky immediately, surrounding the Tenth Fang City, forming a huge purple sea vortex, under this rumbling rotation, suddenly, it ascended into the sky! !
At this moment, the huge sea pillar with a radius of thousands of feet directly covered the Tenth Square City, and the roar, like a fountain erupting, with a bang, the formation of this Square City could not stop the slightest, and it was directly broken and exploded.
At the same time, a large number of boats and ships shattered together. The many monks in the city screamed, their bodies were out of control, and they were all washed up by the sea. The moment they touched the Zihai, their The collision of vitality and the death of the sea directly erupted into extinction.
Suddenly, the roar continued, one after another cultivator, before the magical powers were deployed, they exploded directly, unable to resist, unable to stop, unable to dodge!
All their power was placed on the sky. They got the intelligence, including Meng Hao's cultivation base, and the horror of that mastiff, but there was no... the outbreak of Zihai!
They simply can't imagine that someone can control... This purple sea of catastrophe in West Desert!
I can't believe that someone can sink into the Purple Sea. Therefore, the seemingly fierce and powerful formation in this Fang City actually has a fatal flaw, that is, the bottom!
Amidst the roar, the entire Tenth Square City was shattered and torn apart. All the previous arrangements were devastated in the catastrophe of the Zihai. The two powerful chariots prepared before could not be released even with a single blow at this moment. Under the impact of the sea, the collapse burst open.
In addition, there were many deaths. Meng Hao didn't even kill a person personally. It was just a thought that triggered the outbreak of Zihai and completely buried this tenth city.
This is his home court!
West Desert Purple Sea!
With the falling of a corpse and the dancing of countless fragments, no one in Tenth Fang City can survive the extinction of this purple sea, all...death!
Death, sometimes, is that simple.
Life, sometimes, is just so fragile.
These two sentences are difficult for people who have not seen life and death to understand. Only after witnessing several funerals in their lives will they have such a clear understanding of life.
Meng Hao stood in the air, looking at the burial flower of life, and was silent until the purple sea rising to the sky turned into purple rain. When the sea damage was sprinkled again, looking at the wreckage floating on the sea, Meng Hao Slowly raised his head.
Looking at the sky in the distance.
In the purple sea, in the big waves, a total of more than 100 people from the Wushen tribe are still alive, but the rest... are corpses.
This is because Meng Hao rescued him in time, otherwise, in a few days, I am afraid that everyone will die.
These deaths are insignificant compared with the migration back then, but all of this could have been avoided. In fact, all of these have nothing to do with the Wushen tribe.
Even Meng Hao is the same victim. Meng Hao believes that the ancestor of Huyan cannot fail to understand.
Meng Hao was silent, standing in the air, with the mastiff at his feet, looking around coldly.
Meng Hao is waiting for the arrival of the ancestor Huyan!
It didn't take long. In the dark sky, in the darkness, there was a darker long rainbow, with a storm that seemed to be able to set off the firmament.
In this storm, a middle-aged man in a black robe came out of nothingness with his hands behind his back and striding forward.
His long hair is dancing, his eyes are piercing, and the breath that emanates from his body seems to merge with the heaven and the earth. If it contains a certain law, it looks like black clothes, but in the blink of an eye, it seems to be translucent.
An emotional state, at this moment, seemed to interfere with the world, covering all directions, causing black snowflakes to float around Meng Hao at this moment.
Exactly, ancestor Huyan!
"Meng Hao!" Huyan ancestor stepped forward, stepping on nothing, and when the indifferent voice suddenly came out, the purple sea immediately below suddenly heard the sound of clicking, and there was a layer of thin ice.
The emptiness around these surroundings was instantly icy, and the black wind and snow around it, even at this moment, seemed to have all turned into the figure of the ancestor Huyan, and his voice was heard all around, as if at this moment, there were tens of thousands People, at the same time called out Meng Hao's name.
A power that Meng Hao had never touched before, as part of the law of heaven and earth, suddenly came, appeared in Meng Hao's mind, and turned into an unprecedented loud noise that surpassed the thunder.
It seems to be called the soul, but it can be called the soul, it is calling the broken soul, and at this moment, the supernatural power of the ancestor Huyan has a more appropriate adjective...
Drink thrilling!
The cold surrounding it seemed to contain mercilessness, and the indifference of the voice, like the heavenly power without emotion, merged together, and it became a law comparable to the law... Say what you say!
This is Spirit Slashing, just a single voice is enough to kill all Nascent Soul cultivators, even Nascent Soul Dzogchen is extremely vulnerable in front of Ling Ling.
boom!
Meng Hao's heart was shaken strongly, his soul seemed to be broken and left his body, and the fire of his life shook violently, as if to be extinguished, but he... is not an ordinary Yuan Ying monk, he is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine hundred and ninety ninety-nine in divine consciousness. Jiuzhang's finished dollar baby.
The seven Yuan Ying in his body were all sitting cross-legged in the Dantian, with their eyes closed, as if sleeping, but at this moment, the seven Yuan Ying opened their eyes together.
The moment they opened their eyes, Meng Hao's mind suddenly rose up with the power of his divine consciousness, and when all of them exploded, he suddenly confronted the words and the law.
Amid the roar, Meng Hao withdrew a few steps, and when he raised his head, his eyes showed clarity.
"It turns out that you are the ancestor of Huyan!" Meng Hao looked at the coming middle-aged man, his eyes showed fierce brilliance, and he slowly spoke. This person, he is no stranger, it was when he left Motu that day, he chased and killed him. Who came.
At the same time, Meng Hao's expression was filled with murderous intent. He remembered that at the beginning, Zhixiang once said that this person... is just a clone!
Old Ancestor Huyan's eyes flashed in an instant, and it seemed strange that Meng Hao could reply from his own words, but his footsteps did not stop at all, and he continued to walk towards Meng Hao.
His behavior is related to his personality and belongs to his unique fighting style of Hu Yan Yunming. It will give anyone who fights with him a strong sense of oppression.
Even when he walked, every step he fell, it seemed that his aura would be stronger, and it would be closely integrated with the surrounding world.
The power of slashing spirits is undoubtedly revealed, faintly making the surrounding world seem to be changed for him.
"Answer me, who is it, killed the old man's only son, Hu Yanqing." Hu Yan didn't even look at the wreckage floating on the Purple Sea or whether Fangshi existed, he didn't care.
At this moment, he spoke lightly, his footsteps did not stop, his voice echoed in all directions, his expression calm and indifferent, only when his eyes swept across the mastiff under Meng's feet did he shrink slightly.