Slaughter rises!
The members of the Wushen tribe roared out one by one, excited, especially the old people who had migrated with Meng Hao, their blood burned again, as if returning to the years of the year, in the blood and fire, showing The brilliance of life.
And those tribesmen who have appeared for more than a hundred years have also felt the burning of blood at this moment. The stories about migration that have been circulated among the older generation of people seem to be in front of them at this moment. They are no longer pictures, but become Real.
The Wushen tribe is no longer the five tribes of the Wushen, nor is it a tribe that needs to be protected by Meng Hao alone during the migration. Today's Wushen tribe is an existence that can only be killed even if the sky is from the majority.
And their rushing out, the rise of murderous intent, that kind of strength and craziness of existence, at this moment, exploded.
Tens of thousands of Wushen tribesmen all rushed out, and there were also numerous demons, big hairs, savage giants, tribal Yuanying monks, and those totems, all appeared together and smashed into the Tiancong tribe.
Constantly roaring, fighting monstrously.
When Meng Hao was in the air and raised his right hand, the third black nail appeared in the palm of his hand for an instant. After putting it away, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with cold light.
The blood mastiff roared, and his body disappeared in an instant. It was not a murder, but a dazzling red glow, which was like a huge cover, directly covering all directions.
Sealed the sky's retreat from the tribe!
However, when the blood mastiff turned into a red seal, the parrot on Meng Hao's shoulder suddenly flashed his eyes, staring straight at the mastiff's figure, opened his mouth, as if the whole body was shaken, and then there was a strong The interest suddenly ignited in his eyes.
At the same time, the seven giants of the Purple Sea, every time their bodies waved, there was a shocking red glow. Wherever they went, all the bodies of all monks were extinct, and hundreds of thousands of ghosts, even with endless cold, passed through. Area, all vitality disappeared.
This is a complete massacre!
The tribesmen of the Wushen tribe have also become the sharp blades in this massacre, rushing away with ferociousness, vengeance, and determination of inconsistent power.
Meng Hao's body swayed forward, and in an instant, he appeared next to a monk Yuan Ying. This monk Yuan Ying was an old woman, wearing a green robe. His face was pale at this moment. He was suddenly caught by the whole world because of Meng Hao's appearance. The upheaval was completely shocked. She watched the killings around her, and her scalp numb immediately. When she was about to step back, she was shocked and noticed Meng Hao's figure.
The old woman's eyes contracted intensely, she bit her tongue and spewed blood without hesitation, raised her right hand and patted it on the storage bag. She immediately took out dozens of magic weapons. At this moment of crisis, the old woman was desperate. With the appearance of the magic weapon, the light of her totems all over her body transformed into various totems. At the same time, her body quickly withered, as if she had forced most of her life as a cultivation base.
The roar echoed, and the old woman's expression was sullen, Meng Hao's expression was indifferent, and he didn't even dodge at all.
This shot set off a loud noise, tore through all magic weapons, and collapsed all the totem shadows of the old woman. A shot pierced the old woman's forehead and passed directly.
The old woman widened her eyes and stared at Meng Hao blankly. Her body burst open with a bang. His Yuan Ying was about to flee with weakness, but was grabbed by Meng Hao's left hand. pinch.
This scene immediately caused the three totem saint ancestors who gritted their teeth to attack Meng Hao and took a breath. The three strange monsters were immediately shocked. When they were about to back away, Meng Hao turned his head and his eyes were like electricity.
"Thunder." Meng Hao's voice was not loud and seemed insignificant in the fighting around the battlefield, but when his voice came out, the sky and the earth roared, seven huge thunder and lightning roared from the void, and suddenly appeared.
These are seven red lightnings, with the meaning of heavenly calamity. When they come, as if they contain Meng Hao's will, they go straight to the three totem saint ancestors. These three strange demons are immediately shocked and show without hesitation. Their respective supernatural powers were suddenly illuminated on their bodies, and in the layers of protection, there was even more demonic energy.
But... In the blink of an eye, these three monsters screamed, and red lightning blasted out, like a thunder, all magical powers, all spells, all destroyed and rotten, in the roar, these three totem monsters Unable to dodge, unable to avoid, was directly overwhelmed by seven red lightnings.
Only the sound of thunder, shaking the earth, shook the entire battlefield, causing everyone to take a breath when they saw this scene, and their expressions were completely shocked.
Especially the clansmen of the Tiancong tribe, especially the Yuanying monks of the Tiancong tribe, who have totem saint ancestors, their complexions changed drastically, and their eyes showed fear. Several people shook their bodies and left the battlefield without hesitation. They wanted to escape, but when they touched the red barriers around, they screamed and their bodies immediately dissipated and melted.
Here... has long become a Jedi!
The high priest of the Tian Cong tribe, this gray-haired, faintly faintly elder, he holds a huge wooden staff in his hand and wears a gray robe. At this moment, his body is trembling, and his eyes are desperate, but soon, this Despair disappeared, replaced by immense determination.
"The tribesmen of the Tiancong tribe, stick to it, and the ancestors will definitely come to save us!"
The spread of his words immediately ignited the fire of hope among the tribesmen of the Tiancong tribe who were terrified because of Meng Hao's strength.
"The ancestor is on the way, he will come and kill this clan, he will come and annihilate this clan, I am from the tribe, and will never fall!" The clan father of the clan from the tribe, who wears a purple robe, is gray-haired. But his eyes were full of fierce meaning, and his cultivation was comparable to the totem saint ancestor, the old man who entered the Yuan Ying Dzogchen, took a deep breath at this moment, and his voice spread across the battlefield.
Zhang Wenzu took a deep breath, the words of the clan father and the high priest calmed his heart, his face was gloomy, his eyes showed a touch of sarcasm, and he looked at Meng Hao in the distance.
"The ancestors will definitely come. What's more, we are one of the three tribes of the Heavenly Alliance. This Meng Hao provoked not my Heavenly Tribe, but the entire Heavenly Alliance!
There are three great ancestors of Spirit Slayer, this person... will undoubtedly die! "
Meng Hao's body disappeared, and when he appeared, he lifted his right hand and grabbed it, grabbing the neck of a totem monster one by one. This is a humanoid monster. After being caught by Meng Hao, he was about to struggle, but as Meng Hao faded. A word of fire, immediately its whole body, instantly burned a black flame, this flame seemed to contain indescribable high temperature, in that instant, in that scream of misery, this strange monster turned into flying ashes in the hands of Meng Hao .
Meng Hao didn't even look at the dead monster. He sneered when he heard the words of the clan father and the priest from the Tiancong tribe.
"Waiting for Huyan old man..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed murderously, and he looked directly at a few hundred feet away, separated by a crowd of people from the tribe clan father.
The moment he looked at the purple-robed old man, the tribal clan father of Tian Cong, who was wearing purple robe, immediately stood up all over his body, a strong life-and-death crisis appeared in his mind, and he also looked at Meng Hao.
The moment he looked at Meng Hao, his mind was suddenly shaken, and the secret path was not good. This behavior was completely subconscious. But the moment the eyes of the two sides touched, the head of the tribal clan immediately buzzed in his mind, and there was a strong burst. The sting, like a sharp blade in Meng Hao's eyes, followed his eyes and blasted into his mind, killing his mind in an instant.
In this buzzing, the sky bleeds from the tribal clan father's seven orifices, his eyes are blank, but his body keeps retreating.
"Whether Huyan Old Puppet will come, Meng does not know, but you can't wait, that's for sure." When Meng Hao opened his mouth, he stepped forward.
"Protect the clan father!!" The other clansmen around were also aware of this scene, and when they were shocked, they immediately protected their clan father, and many Yuan Ying cultivators and totem monsters rushed forward one after another.
Meng Hao smiled slightly, and walked away in an instant, heading straight to the sky from the tribe father.
Roaring all the way, fighting all the way, none of the clansman can stop Meng Hao in the slightest. He raised a finger with his right hand, and an incoming Yuan Ying monk beside him was spotted on his eyebrows, spurting blood, and when his body roared back, Meng Hao was already After walking a hundred meters, the sleeves flicked, and a faint wind character, immediately around Meng Hao, the gust of wind roared and turned into a whirlwind, violently shaking towards the surroundings, suddenly seven or eight Yuan Ying monks galloping in were different from the totem. The demon spurted blood and retreated immediately.
In the entire battlefield, no one can stop Meng Hao. As Meng Hao took his steps, it was a hundred zhang again. He lifted his right hand and pressed it down. The frosty soil instantly spread, causing the monks who rushed around again, one by one. It uttered an immediate roar, and the whole body trembled, like being frozen in ice, like being buried in the ground!
Meng Hao took the third step, and it was Baizhang. When he appeared, he was already in front of the clan father of the tribe of Tiancong, who was constantly receding. When the people around him rushed desperately, he came from the tribe on this day. The clan father, his eyes finally recovered, showing a desperate moment, Meng Hao raised his right hand and pressed forward lightly.
"gold!"
With a word of mouth, Meng Hao's right hand immediately released a monstrous golden light, which spread across the entire battlefield in an instant, and when it disappeared in the blink of an eye, the patriarch of the tribe from the sky had completely become a golden statue.
With a bang, the statue fell on the ground below, motionless, maintaining the despair during his lifetime... This scene immediately caused all the tribesmen from the sky to stay there, trembling, as if in the middle of winter.
"Holy Ancestor!!"
"Holy Ancestor!!" The members of the Wushen tribe were more excited one by one. The roar came out and echoed in all directions. In this roar, they vented their previous anger and frustration. In this roar, they contained their right From the tribe, the determination to exterminate the tribe.
Since you want to destroy my entire clan, then I will destroy your entire tribe!
This enmity cannot be resolved, and there is no way to resolve it. The only option is to have a family on both sides. From then on, the blood is cut off in the southern sky!