The simple four words came from Meng Hao's mouth and spread throughout the battlefield. When they passed into the sky, when they heard the ears of the tribesmen, they made waves of inhalation, and when they passed into the hearts and minds of the Wushen tribesmen in the light curtain, Excited madness was set off.
These four words carried a sense of guilt and a murderous intent to destroy the whole tribe. In the reverberation, Meng Hao saw the distressed and dim big hair.
I saw the trembling savage giant, and saw the familiar faces in the Wushen tribe that had migrated with him all the way back then.
I saw the black dust, the demons he left behind, and the face of Jin Guangjiao. All of this, at this moment, appeared in Meng Hao’s eyes and reflected in his mind for more than a hundred years. The farewell, at this moment, Yu Menghao's feeling here is not long, but for the Wushen tribe, it is more than 100 years, very long.
"I... came back." Meng Hao murmured, and the cause and effect with the Wushen tribe had long been forsaken. At this moment, looking at the misery of the Wushen tribe, Meng Hao's body was immediately overwhelming.
At the same time, the clansmen of the Tiancong tribe were short of breath, but soon, the clansmen of the Tiancong tribe were all murderous in their eyes.
"It's true that you can escape the chase of the ancestors, but since you dare to throw yourself into the trap, you must be buried here today!"
"The clansmen of the Tiancong tribe, kill this person, and destroy the whole clan of the Wushen tribe!" The high priest of the Tiancong tribe suddenly spoke. When the voice came out, the clansmen of the whole Tiancong tribe immediately screamed.
Zhang Wenzu was in the air, with anticipation and a strong sense of war in his eyes.
"You have appeared again... This time, I want to fight with you!" Zhang Wenzu's impression of Meng Hao back then was extremely strong, and the fighting spirit broke out at this moment.
There are more than one hundred Yuan Ying monks around, and more than twenty totem saint ancestors, one by one also set off murderous intent. When they were about to rush out, suddenly, the mastiff under Meng Hao looked up to the sky with a touch of contempt. Growl.
In the roar, the spirit-slashing breath belonging to Ao Dog suddenly broke out. The moment this breath spreads, it immediately centered on the mastiff, and the surrounding is like an invisible gust of wind, rumbling whirlpools, all the sky that touches this breath From tribal people, Yuan Ying, or totem saint ancestor, Qi Qi's expression changed drastically, and at the same time showing amazement, he was even more unbelievable.
"Spirit Slash!!"
"This is... Soul Slashing Monster!!"
At this moment, in the strong vibration of the earth, seven huge purple sea giants roared, taking big strides, and the speed is so fast that they are approaching.
There are also those hundreds of thousands of ghosts, carrying the boundless coldness, and in an instant let the entire battlefield feel like being in the middle of winter.
But even faster, it was the mastiff dog at Meng Hao's feet. The mastiff's whistling came from the sky, turning into a crimson light, and went straight to the black light curtain covering the Wushen tribe.
Meng Hao's body shook, and the moment turned into blue smoke. When Hei Yue appeared, he was beside one of the black nails. At the moment it appeared, the third life suddenly opened.
At the same time, the parrot and the skin jelly came at an extremely fast speed, standing on Meng Hao's shoulders, suddenly seemed to have found the backbone, immediately flamboyant, triumphant, and arrogant.
"Come on, your sister, you are here now! Where did your energy go? Your sister, I'm so irritated by the fifth master, Xiao Haozi, go and fuck them!"
"Hmph, San Ye won't save you this time, San Ye will kill you, Xiao Haozi, go and fuck them!"
Meng Hao's face was a little dark, and he ignored the parrots and skin jelly, and his shot was the third life. The four Yuan Ying Dzogchen's combat power directly set off waves of heaven and earth.
boom!
Meng Hao’s cultivation base broke out, and when the four Yuan Ying Dzogchen's combat power filled the surroundings, he raised his right hand and dropped a finger forward. This finger seemed to be normal, but there was a burst of purple energy. It was Meng Hao’s purple energy. cut.
The purple energy turned into a blade, and it was chopped off for a moment, directly from the Yuan Ying monk of a Tian Cong tribe. After an instant, the Yuan Ying monk opened his eyes, and his body broke into two halves with a bang.
"Fuck them!!" The parrot screamed in excitement, and finally let out some of it with a sigh of relief.
Meng Hao's speed was so fast that he smashed away. At the same time, the mastiff was shining red, and the red hairs turned into phantoms, spinning around it, forming a red whirlwind, wherever it passed, like Entering the realm of no one, destroying the dead, everything that exists, whether it is totem, or Yuan Ying, as long as it touches it, it immediately screams, the body collapses, and the body and spirit are destroyed.
This is not war, this is slaughter!
There were also those hundreds of thousands of ghosts, with coldness and ruthlessness, suddenly rushing, wherever they passed, the ordinary people from the tribe trembling, their vitality extinguished.
The most astonishing thing is the seven giant purple sea giants. When they approached, they immediately waved their bodies. When they roared, they often fell with a punch, and a deep pit would appear on the earth. What is even more shocking is the extinction on their bodies. Power, as long as it touches life, it is extinct.
The entire battlefield was suddenly messed up!
The appearance of this scene immediately caused the clan father and high priest of the tribe to take a deep breath. Unbelievable, Zhang Wenzu widened his eyes and stayed there completely. He originally planned to fight Meng Hao, but now he saw Meng Hao. Where Hao passed, none of the Yuanying monks could fight with him for more than a breath, especially when he saw a famous late Yuanying elder in the clan at the moment. In front of Meng Hao, the weak one was just a finger, and his body roared and collapsed. , The scream was still in his ears, and he immediately shivered, dispelling all thoughts of fighting Meng Hao.
"Prevent them from taking out the Spirit Nail!!" Just when they were frightened, the clansman of Tiancong suddenly shrank his eyes and roared fiercely. He stepped forward and went straight to Meng Hao. At the same time, Around Meng Hao, there were more than 30 Yuan Ying monks and seven or eight totem saint ancestors. They all blocked and prevented Meng Hao from approaching the black nail.
"Fuck!" Meng Hao had a strong murderous in his eyes. He raised his right hand and waved forward, and the wind screamed immediately, carrying four Yuan Ying Dzogchen powers, and suddenly blasted and spread, making seven or eight Yuan in front of him blocked from coming. The infant monks spouted blood one by one, their bodies retreated suddenly, their faces were pale, and there were two of them, their bodies collapsed and died sternly.
At the same time, Meng Hao raised the void with his right hand and grabbed it. With the magic spear in his hand, he slammed away behind him. The magic spear turned into a black mist, carrying a ferociousness, and immediately swallowed the seven or eight people who came behind Meng Hao. , Wherever he went, immediately roared to the sky.
Meng Hao's body didn't stop at the slightest, and he appeared in front of a totem saint ancestor with a flash of murderousness in his eyes, raised his right hand, and fell with a punch.
boom!
The totem saint ancestor who was like that of a rhinoceros, with unbelievable, his body broke apart with a thump, and blood was splashed in all directions, forming a blood mist. Meng Hao's body directly shuttled past, causing bursts of inhalation around him. Even the seven or eight other Yuan Ying monks who were preparing to intercept Meng Hao were all trembling in this intense shock, their lives stopped, and they dared not stop.
Destroying all the way, Meng Hao appeared on the black Ling Ling nail in an instant, raised his right hand, held down the nail, and yanked upward.
Under this drag, the huge nail banged and was slowly lifted, but at this moment, the sky came from the tribe clan father. Seeing this scene, the clan father had a strong murderous intent, and he knew that You must not let this extinction nail be taken out, otherwise, the Wushen tribe rushed out, for their Heavenly Cong tribe, it would be worse than worse!
"At all costs, stop!" Tian Cong tribe clan father roared, and the Yuan Ying monks from the tribe around the sky gritted their teeth. These more than ten people all rushed out and went straight to Meng Hao. There are seven or eight Totem Saint Ancestors, too. Come booming.
Seeing these people approaching, Meng Hao's mouth showed a sneer.
"Fourth life!"
He directly opened the fourth life, with a boom, eight Yuan Ying Great Perfection combat power, at this moment, suddenly rose from Meng Hao, and the moment everyone approached, he immediately broke out with Meng Hao's momentum, invisibly touched .
During the roar, all the primordial cultivators around Meng Hao, all the totem saint ancestors, all spurted blood, including the clan father of the Tiancong tribe, also spurted blood, all regressed, and their expressions showed unprecedented shock.
Watching Meng Hao's right hand violently lifted upwards, the huge black nail rose directly from the ground under the rumbling noise, and was pulled out by Meng Haosheng. In mid-air, the nail shrank rapidly. It turned into the size of a palm and fell into Meng Hao's hands.
With three nails, one of them was missing, and the black light curtain that immediately enveloped the Wushen tribe was immediately distorted. In this distortion, the plundering of vitality within it immediately slowed down, and all the tribesmen of the Wushen tribe showed their expressions of excitement. .
This scene shocked everyone again.
"He... what is his cultivation base!!"
"This is not Yuan Ying Dzogchen, this is... Half-step Spirit Slashing!!"
In the horror of the people, another loud roar came from the place where the second Ling Ling nail was located. During the earth tremor, the second black nail was killed by the mastiff all the way. After the totem saint ancestor, he slapped it flying directly, even if it was so powerful, when the black nail was slapped flying, a huge crack was opened in the ground.
Two nails were lost, and the black light curtain was distorted in a wide range, and there was no more vigorous plunder inside, and even backfeeding appeared! ! All the vitality that has been sucked away, at this moment, seems to come back again.
The nail that was slapped by the blood mastiff buzzed in the air. Meng Hao shook his body and lifted a finger in the void with his right hand. The huge black nail that was flying immediately vibrated and shrank quickly, coming in an instant and falling on In the hands of Meng Hao.
He didn't pause for a moment, and went straight to the third black nail. Before all the people who blocked him, before they could get close, a red light flashed, and the mastiff came in an instant and slapped it flying.
All those who have been slapped by it are all covered in flesh and broken into pieces!
boom!
Meng Hao raised his right hand, from bottom to top, directly hitting the third black nail. The nail slammed into the ground while shaking!
The black light curtain shattered in an instant, and the people of the Wushen tribe, their bodies recovered from the withering visible to the naked eye, and suddenly rushed out with a torrent of evil spirits!
"kill!"