The moment Meng Hao's voice came out, his mind roared, his body trembled fiercely, and the surrounding nothingness was immediately distorted. In this distortion, the earth shattered, the wind and clouds changed color, and an invisible whirlpool instantly surrounded Meng Hao. Suddenly, when the rumbling rotation, a huge hurricane was set off.
The imaginary whip was drawn in the whirlpool hurricane and was immediately bounced. Under the hurricane, all the sand on the ground floated tremblingly. As the wind swept across, the face of the ancestor Hu Yan changed drastically and his body was out of control. Pedal backwards to exit.
There was unprecedented horror and shock in his eyes, and his mind buzzed at the moment.
"Impossible, this spell of his has only seven lives, how could it appear... the eighth life!!"
While the ancestor Huyan was shocked here, Meng Hao's whole body was distorted, and bursts of pain instantly drowned him like a tide. He did not expect that the eighth life would be opened, so... so painful!
The whole body was torn apart, and in this tearing, he felt waves of powerful force, and he climbed suddenly in his body at an indescribable speed.
The eight primordial infants in his body, at this moment, moment, overlapped and continuously merged, gradually bursting out, surpassing the terrifying cultivation of the seventh life.
In the past seventh life, Meng Hao's cultivation base was sixty-four Yuan Ying Great Perfection powers. It was already the limit and no more could be added. At the moment, just the initial integration, this limit immediately collapsed. Shattered.
Sixty-five copies, sixty-six copies... In the blink of an eye, Meng Hao's body has seventy copies of Yuan Ying Dzogchen's majestic cultivation base, and it is constantly increasing, a feeling of intrepidity, almost terrifying. The breath of, on his body, as the cultivation base and physical body continued to grow stronger, burst out loudly.
The surrounding world was distorted, and the colors of the wind and clouds changed. The hurricane outside Meng Hao's body could be seen from all directions. This hurricane seemed to connect the sky and the earth, and amidst this constant roar, it exploded with a stronger aura.
Meng Hao's body trembled, and even the seven orifices began to overflow with blood, which made his look a bit hideous. With his hair scattered, he delicately felt that the cultivation level in his body had directly increased to ninety-three yuan in just a few breaths. The power of Infant Dzogchen.
Still climbing!
Meng Hao’s whole body roars every time he takes more copies. The more pressure he will endure, the aura he can show is even more amazing. At the same time, his lifespan is consumed more quickly. .
But none of this can replace the intrepid madness caused by the ascent of the cultivation base. This madness will produce a strong confidence. Under this confidence, Meng Hao raised his head and raised his head up to the sky. There was a roar.
Roar! !
His voice seemed to spread all the pain in his body throughout the entire Demon Immortal Sect at this instant. His body was trembling all the time. At this instant, his cultivation base was directly from the ninety-third share of his talent. Yuan Ying has achieved great success and climbed to ninety-nine copies!
Meng Hao’s hair suddenly changed, and even changed its color. It was no longer black, but gray. His face looked like it was no longer a youth, but was filled with vicissitudes, and his body was still slender. But the whole person's temperament changed drastically at this moment.
Ninety-nine, one hundred! !
A full one hundred Yuan Ying’s Dzogchen cultivation base, at this moment, broke out, and Meng Hao’s roar was also earth-shaking. His hair was getting longer and longer, and it had reached his waist at this moment, and the storm around him was getting stronger and stronger. , Causing Meng Hao's body to float slowly in this hurricane.
Lightning and thunder appeared all around, and the rumbling came around, turning the hurricane into a thunderstorm, shaking the sky and the earth!
This scene caused the ancestor Hu Yan to breathe rapidly, his eyes widened, and his mind was full of unbelievable richness.
"How could this be... he... he..."
When the ancestor Huyan was shocked, Meng Hao once again heard a loud noise from his whole body, and his cultivation level rose again! !
One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three... until it's one hundred and fifteen! !
Meng Hao’s hair has reached the position of his knees. His roar is becoming more and more earth-shaking. The surrounding storms, as they continue to spread, have reached a hundred meters or so. At this time, rejection from this world suddenly appeared. .
The nothingness around Meng Hao was constantly shattered, and the more terrifying aura rose to him, like a sleeping ancient beast, awakening in this instant!
One hundred and sixteen, one hundred and seventeen... In the blink of an eye, when one hundred and twenty-eight Yuan Ying Dzogchen cultivation bases appeared on Meng Hao's body, his roar was the roar of Zhanling.
His aura is the aura of Spirit Slashing!
All the aura around him belonged to Spirit Slayer! !
The storm reached three hundred meters, and the thunder turned into an eight-sided thunder pond. Meng Hao’s hair was as long as his height, and his gray hair was swaying in the wind. His face was full of vicissitudes, and his eyes condensed fiercely, as if There is the power of extinction to life and death, circulating in his eyes.
Just looking at Meng Hao, the ancestor Huyan roared in his mind, as if being hit by a strong force, his whole body trembled violently, and when he stepped back a few steps, he spouted a mouthful of blood, and his expression rose in amazement. fear.
"You..." Old Ancestor Hu Yan trembled and said aloud.
"It's not over yet." Meng Hao closed his eyes and felt the horrible cultivation base of 128 Yuan Ying Dzogchen in his body. This has surpassed Yuan Ying's ultimate, this is... the power of slashing spirits! !
The qualitative change caused by the quantity, with enough Nascent Soul cultivation base, the accumulation of life, stepped into the world, before that, it belonged exclusively to the world of Spirit Slashing.
But indeed, as Meng Hao said, his eighth life is not over yet. At this moment, his cultivation base has increased sharply, and his physical body is also leaping towards a kind of physical body slaying spirit at an astonishing speed at this moment.
The physical body slashing the spirit, that is the realm of the ancient cultivator, in today's cultivation world, very few people can temper the physical body to the level of slashing the spirit, it can even be said that it is impossible at all, because it is too difficult.
Even in Meng Hao’s place, it was all coincidences that brought him to this legendary realm. At this moment, his physical body seemed to be normal, but in fact, every trace of flesh and blood in his body was being torn apart, and every inch of bone was In shattering, every meridian is collapsing.
But on the contrary, no matter how to tear, how to shatter, how to collapse, Meng Hao's body will not have any problems, but in this torn, shattered and collapsed, the body seems to be reorganized, making the blood shocking! !
It was just a few breaths, the banging heartbeat, roaring like thunder in all directions, the ancestor Huyan's breathing seemed to stop, he looked at Meng Hao, at this moment, he couldn't see Meng Hao's face, what he saw , Is a dense mass, as if it can fight against the laws of heaven and earth, earth-shattering vitality! !
Bloody! !
Meng Hao at this moment is like this. Every time his heart beats, the storm around him stops, the emptiness around him trembles, and the foreign world trembles.
Until his physical body, with the astonishing qi and blood, broke through an invisible barrier, and completely stepped into the realm of Soul Slashing, the spirit Slashing aura on Meng Hao's body rose to the sky!
Meng Hao took a deep breath and found that the world before him was different.
He saw countless dust flying between the sky and the earth, he heard the murmur of countless dead souls from this world, and he felt an indescribable sadness in the entire Demon Immortal Sect.
Most importantly... He heard... breathing.
The sound of sleeping breathing faintly came from the depths of this earth, as if there was a huge creature in this big underground, which was sleeping, and the breathing sound echoed in all directions.
All this speaks slowly, but in fact, it has only been a short time since Meng Hao started his eighth life. At this moment, he felt everything.
One hundred and twenty-eight Yuan Ying Great Perfection, let Meng Hao step into the world of Spirit Slashing in his cultivation base!
The body tempered by endless creations made Meng Hao's eighth life, his body, at this moment, became the legendary... Flesh sanctification, this saint, in Meng Hao's body, is the metaphor of slaying the spirit!
"I am not a spirit slasher, but I already have the power of slashing a spirit." Meng Hao muttered softly. At this moment, even if he had merged with the blood mastiff before, he was far worse than now.
"Now, I want to try, how strong I am today!" Meng Hao lowered his head, his eyes showed brilliant light, the moment he looked at the ancestor Huyan, at the moment when the ancestor Huyan buzzed in his mind, Meng Hao Disappeared.
The scalp of the ancestor Huyan was numb, his soul flew away, and he quickly backed away. When he waved his right hand, the whip and his soul twitched in all directions, but at the next breath, Meng Hao seemed to squeeze into the reflection of the pupil of the ancestor Huyan and appeared in front of him.
He lifted his left hand and grabbed the drawn whip. The whip wailed and couldn't break free.
"You are too weak." When Meng Hao spoke faintly, he raised his right hand, moved forward gently, and touched the center of Old Ancestor Huyan's eyebrows.
Ancestor Huyan made a bang all over his body, his body flew up suddenly, approaching the direction of the restricted area, but before falling down, his head collapsed first, and then it was bloody and bloody, then his chest, then his limbs, and finally his body. .
Everything, at this moment, under Meng Hao's eighth life, with a single tap, it fell apart immediately, and when the screams were too late to be heard, the physical body of the ancestor Huyan completely collapsed.
His soul escaped, almost translucent, with a big hole in the center of his eyebrows, the breath of life gurgling, unable to contain it, making him fast and weak, death is only time, without ten breaths, there is no doubt that he will die!
With indescribable fear and despair in his horror, he let out a scream, knowing it was useless, and still retreated to escape.
But at this moment, a jade hand that looked extremely beautiful suddenly appeared in the restricted area. This small hand seemed to be boneless, with skin like jade, stretched out lightly, a...
Pinched the soul of the ancestor Huyan.
"My cultivation base is damaged, this person's soul sent me to make alchemy, how good do you think?" A woman who was completely different from what Meng Hao had seen before, walked from the restricted area in the voice of Zhixiang come out.
Smiling like a flower, beautiful and charming, beautiful and unparalleled, she... is the real enchantress Zhixiang!