The one who has the honor to become Meng Hao’s first Thunder Spirit is naturally the ancestor of the Li family. This ancestor of the Li family has already possessed a large degree of freedom. In the blood fairy mask, he is very comfortable. As long as there is no thunder against him, there is no skin. Frozen tortured him, and he was very happy.
He didn't look forward to when and when the Li family members could come to rescue him. He was almost numb. At this moment, the most enjoyable thing every day is to torment Ji Nineteen.
For the ancestors of the Li family, to spend the pain he has endured several times on others is the greatest happiness in his life.
As for the person who ordered Meng Hao’s second Lei Ling, it was naturally Ji 19th, although this was not his volition, even though it was the ancestors of the Li family who wanted all the things, only to help Ji 19th get the honor...
And the third Lei Ling was the ancestor Huyan who was dragged into the scarlet mask at this moment and was extremely embarrassed, almost dissipating.
As soon as he saw the ancestor Huyan, the ancestor of the Li family became excited. When he was agitated, his body began to discharge... A torture was naturally indispensable.
Meng Hao retracted his divine sense from his body, and did not continue to look at the wheel of time where Dantian was sacrificed by the seven primordial infants. He stood in the air with the blood mastiff by his side, licking his wounds, his eyes were cruel, and he could feel Meng Hao. The murderous intent of has not disappeared, but it has become stronger, and it has also led to the killing of the blood mastiff itself.
Meng Hao's gaze swept across the Zihai. The clone that the ancestor Huyan came to had no storage bag, all magic weapons seemed to come from nothing. He didn't quite understand this before, but when he borrowed it to cut the spirit of cultivation. At that time, it was clear and enlightened.
A strong spirit slasher may also have a storage bag, but more of it is to open up a space that belongs to his own soul. This is also the difference of the mortal.
However, in Shi Dafang City, Meng Hao's destruction and killing many Yuan Ying monks, their storage bags, many items, also made Meng Hao from the consumption of the seventh infant, to some extent at this moment to make up for it.
While pondering, the clansmen of the Wushen tribe on the Zihai Sea gradually came from all around, looking at Meng Hao one by one, with excited expressions, just before the war, they were far away, unable to see, they might faintly feel the thrill of this fighting method.
"Old Ancestor Huyan's clone, I don't know how many cultivation bases it possesses... But in comparison, it can be seen that his clone is different." Meng Hao pondered for a while, smiled, no matter how many percent he possessed. With cultivation base, he couldn't shrink back just because of the strength of the opponent.
"The other three powerful spirit slashers have some meaning, and the ancestor Huyan just summoned them to take action, which also contains a deep meaning. Each of these strong spirit slashers is scheming and should not be underestimated." Meng Hao thoughtfully, Looking down at the clan members of the Wushen tribe below, his eyes flashed.
"We...return to the ink soil!" Meng Hao raised his right hand with a wave, and immediately the entire purple sea roared. A huge purple sea giant stood up from the surface of the sea, the sea fell, and there was a roar from the flapping, and then, The second and the third Purple Sea Giant appeared one by one.
In the blink of an eye, on this purple sea, there are seven purple sea giants standing upright. Each of these seven giants is a thousand meters in size. After appearing at this moment, all faces are blurred, but they can still be seen faintly. Hao's face.
"Let's go!" Meng Hao sat cross-legged on the mastiff, the mastiff flew in the sky, and the seven giants in Zihai ran, setting off endless waves to accompany the surroundings, rolling the tribe of the Wushen tribe and heading straight to the ink soil.
From a distance, it was like a purple sea rolling, rumbling forward under Meng Hao's will.
Even more under this spread, gradually, in this purple sea, endless ghosts slowly condensed, until the purple sea approached the Motu gate, there were hundreds of thousands of ghosts on this sea.
These ghosts floated, following the seven Purple Sea giants, following the rolling of the Purple Sea, rushing towards the ink soil.
All the way, there is no force to stop it. The sea is surging and roars constantly, which has already alarmed Motu and caused a sensation among all the forces of Motu.
When the seven giants of the Purple Sea were seen by the repair of Motu, tens of thousands of monks had gathered on the Momen, one by one, looking at the waves of the sky below.
But at the moment they saw it, the angry waves roared and rolled up the big waves, directly hitting on the Momen. The loud noises shook the sky, and when Momen shook violently, the surrounding mountains also trembled, and a large amount of rubble fell off. , Everyone on Momen was immediately shocked.
At this moment, Meng Hao in midair, sitting cross-legged on the blood mastiff, the blood mastiff came whizzing, and as soon as it approached, dozens of monks came in an instant and they were about to stop.
But as soon as they appeared, the blood mastiff immediately roared to the sky, the spirit-slashing breath dissipated, Fang Cunjie appeared directly, and the roar echoed, the dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators spewed blood together, all retreated, one by one. Amazed, with unbelievable, fear to the extreme.
"Slash the spirit monster!!"
"This is... the beast of slaying spirit!!"
At the same time that dozens of Yuanying monks retreated, the mastiff flew directly through the gate of Motu and rushed into the Motu with a thud. At the same time, in the waves, seven Zihai giants, each from the sea The last jumped up, and in an instant, he passed the Momen and stepped onto the ground of Momu.
"Those... what are those, the giants formed by the condensed Zihai!!"
"He actually... can control Zihai!!"
"It's impossible. How can anyone control Zihai? I know him. He was the totem saint ancestor of the Wushen tribe..."
The moment the seven Zihai giants landed, the whole earth was shocked. Amidst the horror of the Motu monks on Momen, Meng Hao's voice echoed in the air.
"I am the totem saint ancestor of the Wushen tribe, and the Tian Cong tribe wants to destroy my Wu God tribe. I come to Motu today, only for the sky to come from the tribe, only to cut the sky and the whole clan!
The avatar of the ancestor Huyan has been killed by Meng Mou, the Motu tribe, who obstructs my way, Zihai is ruthless, will spread the Motu! "When Meng Hao's voice came out, the purple sea outside Momen immediately heard a roaring huge wave. At the same time, hundreds of thousands of ghosts came and rushed into the ink soil.
Meng Hao’s voice echoed, seven purple sea giants stepped on most of them, setting off the roar of the earth, the roar of hundreds of thousands of ghosts, overwhelming the sky, all of this caused the inhalation of tens of thousands of people. At this moment, Momen None of the tens of thousands of people on the Internet blocked it.
They... can't stop them at all. Whether it's the seven giants of the purple sea, the ghosts of hundreds of thousands, the beast of spirit slicing, and the roaring purple sea outside the Momen at this moment, these... are far from it. They can be shaken.
Especially, in Meng Hao's words, the avatar of the old ancestor Huyan was beheaded, and the matter immediately turned into a roar, echoing in everyone's minds, but more... they didn't believe this.
But in any case, Meng Hao at this moment is definitely not something they can stop. These tens of thousands of people did not hesitate to pass the matter to their respective tribes immediately. As for how to do it, it depends on the choice of each tribe.
But what shocked these people was that after their voice transmission was sent back to the tribe, without exception, all the tribes of Motu immediately passed their orders, and it is strictly forbidden for all tribes to participate between the Jinwu tribe and the Tiancong tribe. In the dispute.
All the way forward, Meng Hao didn't encounter the slightest obstacle, and all the tribes in Motu avoided all the tribes, causing the seven giants of the Purple Sea on the earth to stride and blast past.
Hundreds of thousands of ghosts, whistling over the sky, and Meng Hao's blood mastiff, wherever he passed, the spirit of Zhan Ling was revealed. This day... The name of Meng Hao completely sensationalized the entire ink soil.
Almost when Meng Hao stepped into the ink soil and rushed to the area where the Wushen tribe was based on the directions of Wuling and others, the war was still going on outside the Wushen tribe at this moment.
The departure of the Black Dragon Tribe took away 30% of the original Golden Crow and Black Dragon Tribe's power, causing the Black God Tribe to drop a lot. The war has lasted for more than half a month.
At this moment, there are more than 50,000 people in the entire Wushen tribe, almost all of them are dispatched, a large number of monsters are fighting, Da Mao and the other totem saint ancestors, like tirelessly, are plunged into madness.
The Tiancong tribe has dispatched almost the entire clan's power, more than 100,000 monks, with numerous demons, and their totem saint ancestors. In this war between the two tribes, both sides suffered heavy casualties every day.
Originally, the Crow God tribe was not an opponent, but the vine thorns abide by the mission Meng Hao gave it back then, surround the Crow God tribe, the thorns are permeated, blocking the murderous opportunities of the Heavenly Cong tribe again and again.
Blood filled the earth, and the battle between the two tribes had already gone to a fierce degree. The roaring sound often reverberated, and the sound of fighting was earth-shaking.
There is also the formation of the Golden Light Sect, which has also become this battlefield. The reason why the Wushen tribe can persist until now, and the parrot and skin jelly, and the shot of the Celestial Beast, are also bloody battles for the Tiancong tribe.
The two sides had already smashed their eyes, the roaring monsters in the air were fighting frantically, but with the passage of time, the situation became more and more dangerous for the Wushen tribe.
In the sky, there are more than one hundred Yuanying monks in the Tiancong tribe, forming a pressing coercion, and there are more than twenty totem saint ancestors. Although they are not Soul Slashing, the fluctuations of Yuanying Dzogchen are equally astonishing.
There are more ordinary people, and the demons roar, making the situation change.
After all, the Tiancong tribe is a large part, with a profound background, and almost the whole clan is dispatched. The Wushen tribe cannot be an opponent at all. Now it is constantly shrinking, completely retreating into the range of the thorns, all the monsters, all the The people of the tribe were deeply tired, but they did not despair.
Inside the tribe, there are statues of Meng Hao. They surround the statues, calling for the name of the saint ancestor. Under the leadership of those tribes who have experienced migration, they seem to feel what the older generation of tribes said in the story. All the blood from the northern desert.
The depressed situation is still appearing more and more, and the guardian of the thorn cane gradually appears to be a situation of collapse, but it... still persists.
Just like Da Mao, the giant giant is insisting, he is not afraid of death, with madness, with persistence, and with Meng Hao's mission to them when he left that year, even if he fights to death, he still wants to protect the Crow God tribe.
Da Mao was full of blood, roaring sternly, the brutal giant lost an eye, but he was still fierce.
In the Tian Cong tribe, Zhang Wenzu looked down coldly, raised his right hand and waved, he grabbed a member of the Wushen tribe. After pinching his neck, he squeezed it severely and squeezed it off with a click.
"Taka, Yunshan, Nine Crystals, your three clans shot from the right!"
"Feiyun tribe, Hongshan tribe, Penglai tribe, wait for you to rush in from the left!"
"This battle is coming to an end. The clansmen of the Heavenly Cultivation Tribe, from the front... Step down here, the Jinwu tribe, men, women, and children, not one left!" Zhang Wenzu said lightly, with a murderous look in his eyes. He is the war. In, the proud son of the Tiancong tribe who presided over this battle.