"The ancestor is coming soon!"
"The ancestors will definitely come to save us!"
"Hold on!" The clansmen of the Tiancong tribe, after witnessing the death of the clan father, were desperate, and the only thing that supported them not to collapse at this moment was their belief in the ancestor Huyan.
They think that Huyan ancestors will definitely come to rescue them!
Because Hu Yan Yunming is their ancestor!
The slaughter was set off again, and when the fight was overwhelming, Meng Hao's figure became the only pinnacle on this battlefield. Around him, no monk from the tribe dared to approach him, and no totem monster dared to take action.
Wherever he went, all the monks avoided, until Meng Hao’s gaze fell on Zhang Wenzu from the Tiancong tribe. The moment he was swept by Meng Hao’s gaze, Zhang Wenzu immediately trembled, and he retreated without hesitation. He was shocked, but at the moment he stepped back, Meng Hao's figure turned into a blue smoke and appeared beside Zhang Wenzu for an instant.
"I would like to return to the Wushen tribe!!" Zhang Wenzu's expression changed drastically. Meng Hao caused too much pressure on him. The intense life and death crisis caused Zhang Wenzu to speak in a hurry. He even let go for fear that Meng Hao would not believe it. All protection.
"I am willing to return, I am the Tianjiao from the tribe, I join the Wushen tribe, I can give to the Wushen tribe..." Zhang Wenzu hurriedly said, but before he finished his words, Meng Hao's right hand came like lightning. He grabbed Zhang Wenzu's neck and pinched him starving.
"I remember you, you were on Momen back then," Meng Hao said lightly.
Zhang Wenzu's body trembled, his expression showing fear, his neck seemed to be stuck with a huge pliers, making him tremble, hearing Meng Hao's words, he nodded quickly.
"But the Wushen tribe, don't descend." Meng Hao's words, his right hand squeezed, and with a thud, the sky was born from the tribe's generation of arrogance. After two hundred years of cultivation, Zhang Wenzu, who was in the early Yuanying stage, collapsed. Yuan Infant is crushed, form and spirit are destroyed.
Meng Hao released his hand, and when he turned around, he saw the entire Tian Cong tribe at this moment, with only more than 10,000 people left, and now there are only more than 20 people left in the once more than 100 infant monks.
As for the totem monsters, there are only five left now.
Tian Cong tribe, by now, has fallen, but as long as the ancestor Huyan is there, they are still the majority!
At the moment, under the auspices of the great sacrifice of the Tiancong tribe, all the tribesmen have shrunk together, as if they have changed their identities from the previous Wushen tribe. Sea giant, surrounded by layers.
From the central area of the tribe’s tribe, the high priest raised his right hand and held up the wooden staff with a sad expression. He pierced the wooden staff into the ground fiercely. When blood was sprayed out, the whole person sat cross-legged.
"Ancestor, why aren't you here!"
"Tian Cong tribe, about to perish... 80,000 tribesmen, there are only 10,000 left at this moment!"
"Ancestor, you... why don't you come!!" Tian Cong tribe made a big sacrifice, and his voice was stern, and when he roared up to the sky, the wooden staff in front of him emitted a white light, which directly rushed to the sky and turned red with the mastiff. After the mask touched, it gradually disappeared, but although it disappeared, the call of the great sacrifice was introduced to the outside world using this special blood method, and into the mountain gate of the Tiancong tribe, the ancestor Huyan who meditated cross-legged In my mind.
Meng Hao stood in the air and watched this scene. His eyes flashed slightly. When his right hand was raised, three Ling Ling nails appeared. Meng Hao’s spiritual consciousness poured into the Ling Ling nail, and with the power of the blood mastiff, he was born inside. After the brand was erased, it left its own mark.
"How you treat the Crow God tribe, how Meng Mou treats you, it's fair." When Meng Hao spoke lightly, he waved his right hand, and immediately a black spirit extinguishing nail suddenly rose in the air, with a boom. He went straight to the ground and pierced into the ground.
As Meng Hao pressed the void, immediately the huge black nail pierced into the ground with a roar, until it pierced most of the time, and then stopped. At the same time, a black light curtain instantly enveloped the entire sky. From the tribe.
Immediately afterwards, the second nail also flew out, piercing the ground in another direction. With the penetration of the second nail, the black light curtain became more and more dense, and the bodies of the tribal tribesmen in the sky trembled. It began to wither.
When the third nail also pierced the earth, the formation of Lingling Nails suddenly unfolded. All the tribesmen of the Heavenly Cong tribe, like the previous members of the Wushen tribe, their bodies withered rapidly, and their vitality was being quickly deprived of their vitality. take away.
In the trembling, all the people from the tribes showed despair. They looked at the high priest, and the high priest looked up to the sky, even though his body was withering rapidly, his sorrowful voice, with deeper despair, came out again.
"Ancestor... Save your people..."
"Ancestor, why didn't you come... Did you abandon us..."
Meng Hao was in the air, watching this scene without speaking, but raised his head, looking at the sky, showing his thoughts.
The clansmen of the Wushen tribe all around were also silent. They were not bloodthirsty people. At this moment, looking at the despair of the Tiancong tribesmen, they thought of their previous self.
If it hadn't been for Meng Hao's return, perhaps they would have continued this call before dying like the sky from the tribe.
Time passed, and within the black curtain of light, there began to be the tribe from the tribe. In this withering, the fire of life was gradually extinguished, and they became corpses, falling down, and with their death, with the vitality flying out, Within this formation, there was gradually a white cyclone, which was slowly condensing.
More and more clansmen became corpses, the faces of the sacrifices withered, and the whole person was as if he had just crawled out of a tomb, his whole body was full of lifelessness, but he still looked up at the sky, even if his eyes were blank, his voice was also Still spinning.
"Ancestor... Did we do something wrong..."
"Ancestor, please answer me, did we do something wrong, why didn't you come..."
One thousand, three thousand, five thousand... Until 10,000 people fell down one by one, one by one became corpses, until the Yuan Ying monks began to tremble, and the totem monsters also gave out a miserable helplessness. The voice, Tian Cong tribe's great sacrifice, laughed miserably.
With a smile, the voice gradually became stern and deepened, and at this moment, it burst out.
"Ancestor, why don't you come!!" Following his stern grievance, the alive Yuan Ying monks were also grieving, grievances filled, all raised their heads and issued the last roar in their lives.
"You... why don't you come!!"
boom!
In the light tomb, all the cultivators of Yuan Ying became mummy, and the totem monsters died sorrowfully. At this moment, there was only one person left to sacrifice, and amidst sorrowful laughter and malice, the fire of life was extinguished.
At the moment when they all died, the black light curtain disappeared, and the white vortex floating in it had now condensed into a white bead. This bead, not as Meng Hao expected, flew out of thin air and disappeared. , But floating there, until it was taken away by the tribe of the Wushen tribe, there was nothing unusual.
This scene made Meng Hao frowned slightly, and looked up at the sky.
"Old ancestor Huyan, what are you thinking..." Meng Hao was silent. After a long while, he suddenly shook his body. When he lowered his head, he looked into the storage bag. The demon spirit obtained was emitting a bright light.
The light became stronger and stronger, and a suction faintly exuded within it.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he thought of the opening of the Ancient Demon Immortal Realm, and counting the date, it seemed that it was just recently.
"Old Ancestor Huyan, no matter what you are thinking, this battle is inevitable for you and me!" Meng Hao's eyes swept across the Wushen tribe, swept across Da Mao, swept across the barbaric giant, until the right hand was raised with a wave, immediately around The red light curtain immediately shrank, and when it turned into a mastiff, the mastiff appeared at Meng Hao's feet.
Standing on Ao Dog's head, Meng Hao looked into the distance.
"I'm going to the mountain gate of the Tiancong tribe, you... don't need to follow." Meng Hao glanced back at the members of the Wushen tribe. In the ardent and respectful eyes of these tribesmen, Meng Hao felt the surroundings, flooded with them. With a strong power of faith.
This power permeated Meng Hao's surroundings. After layers of stacking on his body, it even merged into his body. As the cultivation base was running, it made Meng Hao's cultivation base, at this moment, like any magic technique, it would not consume the slightest amount.
Turning around, Meng Hao's Qiankun bag opened and took away all the corpses of the tribesmen on this battlefield. Then the mastiff under his feet swayed and screamed straight into the distance.
"Master Saint Ancestor, are you...will you come back?" Behind Meng Hao, the Wushen tribe bowed together, Wu Chen and Wu Ling, in the crowd, watching Meng Hao go away, faintly melancholy, it was Wu Chen who spoke. , His kindness to Meng Hao is different from others.
"... Yes!" Meng Hao's figure paused in the air, whispered, and turned away.
Da Mao was in the air, moaning a few times, and Meng Hao's gaze before he left encouraged him.
The cane thorns swayed on the ground, looking at the sky, Meng Hao left.
There are also those old people who moved along with Meng Hao back then. They feel more melancholy in their hearts. They don't know that the next time they meet will be many years later, perhaps they are no longer in the world.
Meng Hao left, with a parrot and skin jelly on his shoulder, turning his head from time to time, looking at the celestial beast in the Wushen tribe until he went away.
They have a faint hunch, maybe the next time they meet, it will be a few hundred years later, maybe it will be older... But soon, the parrot turned his head, his eyes lit up, staring at the blood mastiff, a frenzy in that eye, After Pi Dong noticed it, his body shivered suddenly.
The blood mastiff also seemed to be aware of it. When he turned his head in surprise, the parrot suddenly looked like a gentleman, and grinned kindly at the mastiff, and subconsciously glanced at the celestial beast, and saw that the celestial beast was still sad. , The parrot was relieved.
At this moment, in the purple sea of West Desert, in mid-air, a nihilistic crack appeared suddenly, and a beautiful woman in a pink gauze skirt walked out with annoyance.
"The ancient demon world has been opened. When the power of teleportation is strongest, all people with demon spirits will be passed into it."
"Meng Hao, grandma remembers you!"
"Huh? He's not continuing to transform the demon?" This woman is Zhixiang. At this moment, she gritted her teeth and looked at Zihai, then she was taken aback, and immediately smiled.
"You still have some conscience, knowing that you are responsible for my aunt's grandmother." Zhixiang snorted, chose an island mountain, sat down cross-legged, and waited for the ancient demon fairy world to open.
At the same time, there are also some existences on the ink soil, aware of the power of teleportation, and they are all waiting.