At the moment Meng Hao raised his head, the ancestor Huyan, who turned into a young man, had a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
Because, in the storage bag of the ancestor Huyan, there is also a demon spirit at this moment, and the power of this demon spirit is also becoming more frequent, so that the ancestor Huyan has to raise the idea of whether to continue this battle.
After all, he has already achieved the Great Perfection of the first sword of Spirit Slayer at this moment, and there is something extremely important to him in the Ancient Demon Immortal Realm.
But he didn't have time to think about it. Meng Hao's momentum at the moment made him extremely frightened. The moment the two looked at each other, they moved at the same time.
The roar echoed, the two touched in an instant, and they didn't flinch from each other, with a loud noise.
Fang Cun opposed Fang Cun.
Artistic conception against artistic conception!
Supernatural powers against supernatural powers!
This is no longer the previous battle, it has become a fight between the slashing spirits, especially Meng Hao’s blood fairy supernatural powers, which could almost kill the avatar of Hu Yan back then. At this moment, it manifests itself, and the clouds are broken and rumbled. The sound of the sound spreads in all directions.
There is also blood rain reverberating, and the purple sea is overwhelming.
What shocked Huyan's ancestors was that Meng Hao at this moment showed even more combat power than he experienced when he was cloned.
Even in this toughness, the ancestors of Huyan noticed Meng Hao, and for the first time... the power of faith!
It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not only a monk, but also... the totem saint ancestor who could absorb faith!
It was the power of this belief that made Meng Hao's combat power erupted at this moment so powerful that it could directly fight the first sword of Spirit Slashing.
"Damn, I forgot that he is still the Totem Saint Ancestor, he can absorb the power of faith, and this place is not far away from his tribe, so this faith is strong!
Previously in Zihai, the power of faith was weak because of the long distance! !
Killing this person should be in a place where he can’t absorb the power of faith..." When the ancestor Huyan was frightened, the two roared and touched, and the magical powers continued to cut emotions, spiritual immortals, and various techniques, which were constantly unfolding in the hands of the ancestor Huyan. .
At this moment, the surrounding spirit slashers all sensed the power of faith in Meng Hao, and they immediately took a deep breath, and their minds couldn't help but shake.
"Even me, I have ignored it. This is another identity of Meng Hao, the totem saint ancestor!" The boy in Hongpao showed a strange light in his eyes, and suddenly had an idea in his heart. Fortunately, we can send charcoal in the snow, so that we can have a deep friendship.
There are other spirit-slashing powerhouses around who have similar thoughts, and even the monks who saw this scene in the 70% of the black soil at the moment were shocked by this.
Xu Bai of the Black Dragon tribe seems to be an old man at this moment. The Black Dragon tribe has separated from the Golden Crow tribe and joined the most demon talisman. At this moment, on the square of the demon talisman, Xu Bai sighed slightly in his heart, looking at everything inside the light curtain.
"Regret it? This Meng Hao indeed... surpassed me." By Xu Bai's side, there was a woman-like male monk, with a touch of coldness in his femininity. It was Chen Mo, who was the most demon talisman. In the market of the bridge, several people once robbed the demon spirit together.
"Perhaps, my acquiescence at the time, it looked wrong at the moment." Xu Bai was silent for a moment and nodded.
In most of the monster butterfly, Duolan opened her eyes wide, her eyes intently.
In most of Yuntian, Zhou Dekun was short of breath, and most of Yuntian in the other direction, Zhao Fang, his complexion changed at this moment.
The roar echoed, and the fight became stronger.
In this fight, the two felt the teleportation of the demon spirit that existed in each other's body, and even as they approached, the teleportation became more powerful.
The murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the ancestor Huyan, and the demon spirits in his storage bag teleported more and more frequently, as if urging him to end the battle, at this moment, with the murderous intent in his heart peaking, his right hand raised and pointed towards the sky.
"Tian Cong!" A low roar suddenly came from the ancestor Huyan, and as the voice echoed, the sky immediately thundered, as if responding.
"Tian Cong!!" The ancestor Huyan shouted a second time, thunder blasted the sky, his body was blurred, a wild breath, full of tyrannical, roaring heaven and earth.
"Tian Cong!!!" Old Ancestor Huyan yelled for the third time. The sky above him, with a bang at this moment, was directly torn apart. A huge three-headed python was surprisingly torn out of the emptiness. Drilled fiercely.
This snake has feet that are ten thousand feet long, and the whole body is purple. It has three huge heads, spitting cores, revealing a cruel glow, and each head has a single horn.
As soon as he appeared, the coercion immediately caused a sensation in Motu.
That's not the breath of Zhanling, nor the breath of Wendao, it's the breath of... Immortal! !
This purple three-headed behemoth, impressively, possesses fairy meaning! !
Its appearance immediately roared!
"The sky is from the dragon to the snake!"
"It is the blood ancestor of the Tiancong tribe, Tiancong the dragon and the snake!"
"Legend, every tribe in West Desert contains the blood of some former ancestors, and only in the inheritance from generation to generation, there is a small opportunity to stimulate this blood and call the ancestors!" , I was not surprised by this, most of the cultivators of the Motu 70% tribe who could see these pictures through the light curtain immediately roared.
When the ink soil roared, the Qiqiao of Huyan ancestor bleeds, obviously summoning the ancestor, it is also a burden for him.
But it seems that this world does not allow the appearance of this huge beast, so when the three giant pythons descended, immediately around it, there were countless illusory big nets. These big nets, like rules, are unbreakable and unstoppable. !
In this big net, the sky screamed and struggled from the dragon and the snake, the ancestor Huyan spewed blood, and Yang Tian made a fourth sound again.
"Heaven!"
boom!
In the big net, the six eyes of the dragon snake from Tiancong flashed together. The mere gaze immediately made Meng Hao's mind shake. At the same time, the snake head in the center suddenly bit on its own tail with one bite directly. Off.
As the tail was disconnected, the tail suddenly burned. In an instant, with the power of burning, it broke through the illusory net, where the net blocked the sky from the dragons and snakes, and even slowly picked it up, and forced it back again. While there was no crack, its tail went straight to the ancestor Huyan in an instant.
It burned continuously, immediately burned the flesh and blood, and purified the bones. When it appeared in front of the ancestor Huyan, it suddenly... turned into a purple bone whip! !
This whip is hundreds of feet long and is itself a snake's tail. It looks more like a jumping python, purple bones, section by section, exuding compelling coercion and awe-inspiring momentum.
It floats there, waiting for the control of the ancestor Huyan. When floating, the entire body of the whip just swayed unconsciously, twitching the nothingness, making a crackling sound to make the nothingness shatter, a breath of terror that was powerful to the extreme, from This snake whip immediately broke out.
All this is a long story. In fact, fifteen breaths have passed since the fight between Meng Hao and the ancestor Huyan. The ancestor Huyan looked excited, raised his right hand, and grabbed the snake whip floating in front of him.
This whip is a treasure. Not only did Meng Hao feel that, all the spirit-slashing powerhouses around him were clearly aware of the divine consciousness, and the fluctuation of divine consciousness instantly became greedy.
But soon this greed disappeared and became a pity. No matter how powerful this treasure is, it is the treasure of blood. Only people with the blood of the Celestial Tribe can possess and control this treasure.
Moreover, ordinary blood is obviously not good, it needs to be rich to a certain degree, and it can be unfolded after reaching the spirit of slashing, and even so, it will cause great harm to oneself.
This kind of restriction makes this obviously the most precious snake bone, at this moment, it has become the tastelessness of everyone.
But... Meng Hao’s eyes showed a strange glow, which was tasteless to others, but to him, this was not. Although Meng Hao destroyed the entire tribe of the Tian Cong tribe, in fact, he was already in that killing. Made some blood.
This blood contains five generations of Tian Cong tribesmen. If they can absorb the blood of the ancestor Huyan, the blood of the sixth generation can produce a blood body of the sixth generation. It is not even a blood body, but a blood spirit. Nine generations can be the blood god and return to the ancestors!
No matter what, with this blood body, Meng Hao can use this treasure indirectly!
"Fight!" All kinds of thoughts flashed in Meng Hao's mind. Seeing Old Ancestor Huyan grabbed the snake bone, Meng Hao's eyes showed a light that would make people feel dangerous after seeing it, and he took a step forward. Raising his right hand, with determination, he pointed at Old Ancestor Huyan suddenly.
"Demon Seal, the eighth ban!"
As soon as the magical powers came out, they immediately gathered around the ancestor Huyan, and instantly the invisible demon energy condensed and twisted, and in an instant, the ancestor Huyan's body was shaken.
"That's another trick!" Hu Yan's expression was immediately gloomy. He thought of many ways for Meng Hao's weird supernatural powers, but he couldn't stop him. Fortunately, he was vigilant. Even though he was banned at the moment, it was only half a breath. The wicked threads around him immediately broke.
Meng Hao spurted blood, and in half a breath, he could only narrow the distance between him and the snake bone. At this moment, there are still tens of feet, and the ancestor Huyan is only seven inches away!
He was about to touch Snake Bone, the other powerful spirit-slashers around, as well as the monks of the Qicheng tribe in Motu, all witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Some people guessed Meng Hao’s thoughts and immediately took a breath. , Some could not be guessed, still hesitating.
At this moment, Meng Hao suddenly opened his mouth, and immediately a black light galloped out of his mouth. The speed was so fast that it rose up against the wind, and it immediately turned into a huge black wheel.
Exactly... The wheel of time.
At the same time, the wooden sword of Meng Hao's years flew out, spinning suddenly on the black wheel, directly driving the wheel of time, and starting a roaring rotation.
Along with the rotation, a force of reversing the years broke out in an instant. As soon as this force appeared, the ancestor Huyan was shocked. His complexion was immediately distorted and he was about to struggle, but his body was involuntary. Moved back a bit.
As time reversed, at the moment when the ancestor Huyan roared and resisted, Meng Hao struggled to get injured, spurted blood, and sealed his finger again.
boom!
The ancestor Huyan shook his whole body suddenly, and he lost his cultivation in an instant, although it was only a moment, but when the years reversed, he and the snake whip were used for a long time!
And Meng Hao, turned into blue smoke, when the blood spewed out, Seta appeared beside the snake whip, decisively, raised a hand to the snake whip with his right hand!