Leaving Zhao’s capital city far away, for a long while, Meng Hao suppressed the horror in his heart, but his brows were always frowned. He checked his whole body, and probably withered 10% of his flesh and blood, which made him seem not fat at the moment. His body is even thinner.
This is second, but the real headache for Meng Hao is the mist emanating from his body at this moment. The mist is black, like smoke from the burning of life. From a long distance, outsiders can see the black mist rising into the sky around Meng Hao.
"Although the body is no longer withered, this weird black energy shouldn't last long, but now it looks too conspicuous..." Meng Hao swiftly hurried forward, sighing secretly, preparing to find another deep mountain. Hidden, and only after these black mists no longer appear, can they come out again.
An hour later, Meng Hao left with anger from a deep mountain. He found that even if he was hiding in the sealed cave, the black mist could penetrate all the matter and float out.
"Damn it, how long will this fog last?" Meng Hao gritted his teeth and didn't dare to stay in one place. He found that once he stayed for a little longer, the black fog would be more amazing when it condensed, and he would think it was it when he saw it from a distance. What treasure appears.
Meng Hao frowned, stepped into the deep mountain, and galloped continuously inside. If the spiritual energy is gone, he will immediately swallow the pill. Only in this way can the black energy not condense in one place and be dispersed, not so. It's conspicuous, but there is still mist floating in the sky.
For seven days in a row, Meng Hao was exhausted and hardly rested in this deep mountain. The damn fog was black during the day, but at night, it turned out to be bright white, making Meng Hao startled.
Fortunately, after seven days, Meng Hao noticed that the mist was a little weaker. From the looks of it, Meng Hao judged that there would be no more mist in about a month.
He didn't dare to stay in one mountain range for a long time, for fear of attracting people's attention. After all, he didn't know whether the people of the Purple Luck Sect had really left, so he could only move forward continuously from one mountain to another.
On this day, Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged on the treasure fan. When he was sliding through the jungle, his eyes condensed suddenly, and he suddenly raised his head to see four figures coming from the mountains and forests in the distance.
Meng Hao frowned, and when he was pondering, he descended and stopped flying. Instead, he slapped the storage bag with his right hand. He immediately flew out with a sword and went straight to an ancient tree. After opening a hole, Meng Hao immediately got into it. .
He tried this method. Although the mist would still disperse, there was a process that could last for tens of breaths, after which the ancient tree would wither.
Using this method, Meng Hao avoided some monks who had been attracted by the haze of his mist in these seven days.
At this moment, sitting cross-legged in the tree cave, waiting for the four people to leave, but these four people stopped nearby, looking around and watching something. One of them was a young man in a purple robe with no expression on his face. , Jumped to the canopy of the tree, his whole body's cultivation base scattered, turned into a burst of spiritual power spreading, holding a white bead in his hand.
The black energy that Meng Hao had emitted before was quickly absorbed by the bead, and soon, most of the bead became black.
Seeing this scene, Meng Hao's heart moved.
"It's strange to say that in recent days, many mountains have appeared very strong and dead, but unfortunately, I can't find the source of it." Of the four, there are three men and one woman. It is the woman who speaks. Wearing a long dress, she looks pretty, but there is a gleam of light in her eyes, which makes her look a little weird.
The two people next to her glanced across the surrounding jungle, and both frowned.
"Regardless of the reason, let's go if we take away the death breath. The source of the death breath is weird, so it's better not to find the source." The person beside him hesitated.
"What are you afraid of? With Senior Brother Yan, even if there is any danger, you can be the eighth level of Qi Condensing as a disciple of Senior Brother Yan, and I will be able to reduce the dangers, maybe there will be good fortune." The woman immediately smiled. When he opened his mouth, he looked charmingly at the purple robe youth.
Among the four, except the young man holding the beads to absorb the dead energy, the eighth layer of Qi condensing, the rest are six layers of Qi condensing, and the four of them seem to be headed by that young man.
After a while, all the black energy here has been absorbed by the bead, and the bead has gradually become completely dark, and it seems that it can no longer be absorbed. Meng Hao saw this scene, thoughtful.
"Let's go." The man surnamed Yan said lightly, shaking his sleeves, and the four of them were about to leave. But at this moment, Meng Hao frowned. These people moved too slowly and he didn't have enough time. At this moment, there was a black spirit. Scattered from the canopy of the trees where it is.
As soon as this black energy appeared, the man surnamed Yan flashed his eyes and turned to look.
Meng Hao sighed secretly, walked straight out of the canopy without hesitation, and flicked his big sleeves to leave.
His appearance immediately surprised the four people, especially the black energy on Meng Hao's body immediately after his appearance. This scene immediately made the man surnamed Yan's eyes condensed.
"This fellow Taoist, please stay." His voice came out decisively, and his right hand pointed forward, and immediately a black wind appeared, and the surrounding area turned into a skull in the air, making a silent grin. , Opened his mouth and went straight to Meng Hao.
It seemed that Meng Hao was about to stop, but in fact this skull exuded the cultivation base of the eighth layer of Qi Condensation from a man surnamed Yan. It was as fast as lightning, and the fierce flames spread.
At the same time, the eyes of the two men and one woman, the three of them flashed in their eyes, all shot together, and immediately two flying swords and one jade bracelet turned into three jewels, and they came straight to Meng Hao, especially the woman. The jade bracelet inflated with a hum when it flew out, and went straight to Meng Hao as if to trap it.
Meng Hao frowned. He was already in a bad mood and was annoyed to the extreme by this black anger. At this moment, seeing these people's actions was murderous, he couldn't help but snorted.
Lifting his right hand with a wave, a fire python that was seven or eight feet in size suddenly appeared out of thin air while roaring, and went straight to the four magic weapons with astonishing heat.
The sound of the blast exploded at this moment, and the jade bracelet shattered directly. The two flying swords were melted. Only the skull of the monk surnamed Yan dissipated after colliding with the fire python, but it also caused Meng Hao’s fire. The python wailed, and the flame went out and disappeared.
"Condensation eighth level!" The woman and the two people beside her took a deep breath, each of them looked solemn, but the monk surnamed Yan took a step and stared at Meng Hao.
"Being Yan Ziguo, disciple of the Inner Sect of Xiafenghan Sect, fellow Taoists should not leave in a hurry. Please also explain why you have such a strong death energy." His eyes were like electricity, and he spoke lightly. Meng Hao is on the eighth level of condensation, but Yan Ziguo is also in the eighth layer of Qi Condensing, and his words remain indifferent at this moment.
Meng Hao glanced at Yan Ziguo coldly, did not speak, and slapped the storage bag, the treasure fan flew out and fell under Meng Hao's feet, leading him away quickly, Yan Ziguo saw the treasure fan under Meng Hao's feet. , Suddenly surprised.
"Flying magic weapon, he can't build a foundation, he can only slide, not long, there must be time to land!" Yan Ziguo was heartbroken. He hadn't obtained this magic weapon in Fenghan Sect for many years. Only the disciples of the ninth layer of Qi could be given the treasures from the sect. At this moment, he gave a cold snort, and shook his body, leaping and running on the ground, and went straight to pursue Meng Hao. The other three hesitated at this moment and immediately followed.
"Looking for death!" Meng Hao's eyes became colder. The other party had already seen his own cultivation level, and he had also used spells. All of this had been expressed as a warning, but the other party still chased and did not stop, let Meng Hao. Upset.
At this moment, the body paused, the right hand lifted the pinch, pointed at the four people who came, and immediately the treasure fan under Meng Hao's feet buzzed, and suddenly four rays of light flew out, that was four feathers, which were cut when they flew out. The sky, like four flying swords, approached these four in an instant.
Yan Ziguo's eyes contracted, his right hand lifted a slap on the storage bag, and immediately a small shield the size of a palm appeared. It turned into a head-sized shield when it flew out. When it flew out, it directly touched a feather and made a violent roar.
At the same time, the other three people took out magic weapons in amazement, and the three people spewed blood as the roar echoed, and they all moved backwards, with horror in their eyes.
The three feathers were unscathed, curled back and followed Meng Hao's right hand, heading straight to Yan Ziguo.
Yan Ziguo's complexion changed and he screamed suddenly, and immediately a large amount of green mist spread out from his sweat pores all over his body. The mist quickly engulfed him and turned into a huge green skull, heading straight for three feathers. .
The sound of bang spread all around, the skull collapsed, but the three feathers also lost their luster, and they returned to Meng Hao's side in the twist.
"Warning once, if you entangle again..." Meng Hao flashed his eyes and spoke in a cold voice. Before finishing speaking, he turned and turned into Changhong and went away.
Yan Ziguo did not pursue. He stared at the direction where Meng Hao was leaving. The right hand in his sleeve trembled slightly. Meng Hao's face was very strange to him, but it was this stranger who had just understated it at that moment, and he was so forced. I used a life-saving technique.
"That fan is not only a flying treasure, but also a powerful weapon!" Yan Zi said inwardly, but he was even more emotional.
"Which of you have heard that there is such an eighth-layer cultivation in Zhao's cultivation world, and there is such a treasure fan?" Yan Ziguo turned his head and looked at the three embarrassed colleagues behind him.
"The cultivation base has reached the eighth level of Condensing Qi, and he is so young, he must be the famous Zhao country, but I have thought about the three major sects, and I don't have the impression of this person." A disciple of Fenghanzong spoke quickly when Yan Ziguo looked at it.
"Who is this person? Could it be Brother Zhao?" Yan Ziguo frowned, thinking more about Meng Hao's treasure fan in his heart.
"Brother Yan, I seem to have heard people talk about a fan a few months ago. It was Senior Brother Sun Hua of Qu Shui Sect who said it once. It seems to be a disciple of the Southern Region Ziyun Sect and Meng Haozhi, an inner disciple of the backer Sect. In a transaction, there used to be a fan made of feathers." The woman hesitated for a moment and looked at Yan Ziguo.
Yan Ziguo was taken aback, and immediately lifted the storage bag with his right hand, and suddenly there was a jade slip in his hand. This was the item sent by the sect to the disciple of the inner sect. It recorded the portrait of Meng Hao, the patron of the mountain, and it was also sealed. The fate comes out, let people try to test the opponent's supreme power after encountering it.
A few months have passed since Yan Ziguo hadn't paid attention to it. At this moment, he swept the jade slip with his concentration, and a picture immediately appeared in his mind. The figure in the picture was just the talented Meng Hao.
"It turned out to be him!" Yan Ziguo's eyes flashed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was about to say something. Suddenly, the earth shook suddenly, and the sky turned red directly, a dramatic change, from the distance at this moment. The extremely distant depths of the Southern Territory spread everywhere, instantly covering the entire Southern Territory world.