"I hope it's deeper down here, it's better to go this way for ten days and eight days." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, there is nothing else in his storage bag, there are many messy magic weapons.
Many of them are useless to Meng Hao, even the baby in the condensation period that year, he never threw it away, kept it, because... he couldn't bear it.
He was crazy when he was a teenager, and he was unwilling to abandon a piece of spiritual stone. Each of those magic weapons was worth more than ten yuan. How could Meng Hao be willing to throw it away.
He had always planned to find a chance to deal with it, but both Motu and West Desert were barren and could not be sold, so he accumulated more and more in Meng Hao's storage bag.
His storage bag, if you let outsiders see it inside, you will be surprised, because the inside is too messy, there are everything, after all... This is all Meng Hao’s belongings, every time his spirit stone is gone, look at the storage bag , You will feel very satisfied.
For Meng Hao, an opportunity like this was hard to find in his life. He was extremely excited. As one monk after another gritted his teeth to buy a magic weapon, Meng Hao hurried to sell it.
Meng Hao was not afraid that they would not recognize the written evidence, and these people were all the Daozi Tianjiao generations of the large sect family with status.
"Damn it, Meng Hao! This magic weapon for the condensation period, you, you... You actually gave me ten thousand spiritual stones, I don't want ten spiritual stones of this thing, you are too dark!!" Roaring, from behind Meng Hao, a cultivator in the north madly heard. The man's eyes were red, staring at Meng Hao, holding a shining small sword in his hand.
"And this, this is basically a magic weapon used by the monks during the foundation construction period. You actually valued 20,000 spiritual stones and asked me to pay one hundred thousand!!"
"My fan, what is this, it's all broken, even if it's a magic weapon for pill formation, but... this broken thing is worth 50,000 yuan, why don't you grab it!"
As the crowd roared, Meng Hao's eyelids rolled.
"For you, it is tattered, but for me, these are all accumulated by my hard work. I don't want to eat or drink on weekdays. That's why I saved such a pair of possessions!
If you don't want it, I will refund you, and then you will be included in the unwelcome list! Meng Hao said in a cold voice.
The few people were angry and gritted their teeth, but in the end they sighed and pressed the magic weapon on the vines, causing the vines to sink slowly.
Finally, when all the people of the Ji family spoke, there were only a few of the people here who did not owe a huge amount of spiritual stones to Meng Hao. For the rest, when everyone looked at Meng Hao, they already wanted to cry without tears.
In the eager expectation of everyone, finally one day later, they saw the light below, and as the light appeared, everyone immediately saw the bottom of the pit.
At the moment they saw the bottom, many of them owed Meng Hao's huge amount of spiritual stones, and they almost shed tears with excitement, but Meng Hao sighed repeatedly, full of regret.
"Why is this deep pit so shallow? It would be better if it was deeper, my auction hasn't opened yet..." Meng Hao frowned, but there was no way, looking at the people around, one by one excitedly followed the vine. Teng went straight down, and after a short while, he reached the bottom of the pit.
The bottom of this deep pit is beyond everyone's imagination, as if the deep pit is just a passage, and under this passage is a huge world!
It is boundless, and even the divine consciousness spreads out, and there is no way to find the end. After everyone came, they stood here, and their hearts were shaken.
Meng Hao's eyes contracted in an instant, and his breathing was slightly short. Xu Qing was beside him, and the moment he saw this place, his mind was shaken.
No one spoke, there was silence all around, everyone was completely shocked by the scenes here.
Here... there is an infinite ground, a piece of smooth, like a mirror surface, and the light that everyone had seen on it before came out of this ground.
If you compare the earth to a mirror, then at this moment, when everyone is standing outside the mirror and looking in the mirror, what they see is not themselves, but... an ancient battlefield!
In that mirror, there is a world, the ancient world, I don't know whether it was before the second realm or after that time. In short, what everyone saw in the eyes of everyone was a majestic battlefield.
On the battlefield, there are countless monks fighting each other, the sky and the earth are changing, the sky is roaring, the cracks in the earth continue to spread, and waves of terrifying magic light curtains cover all directions.
In the sky, countless chariots roared, and there were a large number of golden-armored monks fighting against the sky. In the distance, there were so many giant dragons roaring, and even boundless monsters, which seemed to occupy the sky and the earth.
I can see that when someone waved their hands, the earth collapsed, flying out of a continent, turning into a meteor, and smashing into nothingness.
It can be seen that with a punch, the stars collapse and become countless flames, burning the world.
It can be seen that there are millions of magic weapons all over the body, forming a storm. Wherever they go, flesh and blood are splattered. This storm has completely become a bloody!
I could see that someone pinched the tactic, pointed at the sky, and immediately countless words flashed golden light, forming a variety of ancient texts in the air, exuding shocking weather, and killing endlessly.
I can see that someone is leading the evil spirit, the ghost is thousands of feet, countless faces ups and downs, screaming and screaming!
This is... a battle between the two sides!
The first party is the monk, the endless monk, everyone's supernatural powers can tear apart the void, transform the magic form, and there are countless treasures roaring and shaking the sky.
On the second side, there are monsters, those great monsters of different appearances, surrounded by remnants of wind, come to the sky, wherever they pass, a dark tide...
Farther, between the sky and the earth, there was a huge coffin, which seemed to have descended from the sky! Surrounded by a huge colorful halo, within this halo, there are nine butterflies, dancing and fluttering!
Countless figures, surrounded by the coffin, are fighting forever, and they are not letting each other, and they are half a step closer to the coffin!
This coffin is the root of this battle. It seems like everyone's war and the madness of fighting are all for contention... This coffin! !
All the monks of the southern sky, including Meng Hao, floated in the air, staring blankly at the earth-shattering battlefield in the mirror of the earth, watching the magical powers of moving mountains and seas with their hands, picking the stars and taking the moon. All their hearts were strongly shocked.
There are also three people. In this battlefield, even if the battlefield is huge, no matter how terrible the fight is, it can't conceal the style of these three people, so that people can immediately focus their eyes on them at the first glance.
It seems... They are on this battlefield, like the strongest king, the high sun, everyone must look up!
The first person is a monk. He is wearing a Taoist robe with white hair and a face of vicissitudes. When the right hand is raised, there are two beads in the palm of his hand, which are slowly rotating, one is black and the other is white!
Behind him, there was an illusory starry sky, as if the starry sky had been transformed by him. Standing in the sky, alone, he could shock the entire monster race.
The second one is from the Yaozu, a big monster with wings that looks like a bat. Its eyes are red, and its body is surrounded by seven flames. Each flame is different in color, and it is inside the flame, surprisingly... There are seven wooden swords!
Zhou's body exudes a shocking aura, as if he is standing there, so that the world, the sky, and all sentient beings must be worshipped!
Meng Hao didn't know the cultivation level of these two people, but he breathed faster than ever, because he didn't know if it was an illusion, when he looked at the old monk Naxi, when he saw the two black and white beads in his hand.
In his mind, what he saw in Zhao Guo...the beads in the hands of Xiaohu!
That bead, and the white bead in the hands of the old man, was actually... exactly the same, giving Meng Hao the feeling, maybe... it was the same thing at all!
In addition, the humanoid bat has some similarities with the demon of Meng Hao's World War I, but the most important thing is that outside of its body, the wooden sword in the seven flames, Meng Hao's heart roared when he saw it. Obviously... it's his sword of killing immortals!
He now has five of this sword, four of which are obtained and one is copied!
But it made Meng Hao breathe, and even his whole mind roared. In his mind, there was a voice that kept roaring... It was the third person who caught the eye in this mirrored world!
That is... a middle-aged man, his appearance is not good, he is wearing a white robe, and has long hair that is half black and half a hundred. His whole body does not reveal the slightest breath of cultivation, but he is floating in the air. The world around him seems to be sealed. The emptiness of all directions seems to be still.
When the monster clan saw it, all of them trembled, and the monster energy was instantly chaotic, as if it was out of control.
When the monks saw him, they were immediately in awe. It seemed that even if they looked at this person, their pressure would increase sharply and their cultivation base would fall!
He does not belong to any party, when standing in the air, like this battlefield, the world has three points, and one of them is here!
In his hand, he held a silver spear. There were scales on this spear, which were superimposed on each other. The color was not completely silver, but turned into pitch black from time to time!
The moment Meng Hao saw this gun, a voice echoed in Meng Hao's mind.
"The demon soldier... Desolate mound!!"
Although the spear transformed by the devilish thoughts on his body was about to dissipate, it was still in Meng Hao's body at this moment, and there was a buzzing sound, emitting a strong call.
"Three generations... Demon Sealing!!" Meng Hao looked straight at the middle-aged man. At this moment, the identity of the other party was immediately clear!