This man in the red robe is exactly one of the three sages of the Tianhehai Sea, the Sun Soul Dao Yang Soul Sage!
He liked the red robe and had three swords that shook the world. The last time the monster tide was about to destroy Haicheng, he shot alone, with three swords slashing down the sky, and the sword energy penetrated and approached the second ring.
Shake the world, startled the demon group.
All this, Meng Hao knew before entering the third ring, so when the man in the red robe appeared, he had already guessed the identity of the opponent.
At this moment, the point of Meng Hao's sword is approaching the Sun Soul Sage, and the Sun Soul Sage's three shocking swords are also seven inches away from Meng Hao's body, exuding cold light, and are no longer approaching.
The two looked at each other, as if they were engaged in an invisible battle in mid-air. It was no longer a spell, but a confrontation between divine consciousness. To an outsider, this scene was silent and invisible. In the two people's world, at this moment, the world is roaring, and the lightning roars, as if the world is collapsing, as if the wind and clouds are reversing.
The man in the red robe, Sun Soul Saint, looked at Meng Hao, his pupils contracted slightly.
"You are not my opponent."
"You can't kill me." Meng Hao said calmly.
The Sun Soul Saint was silent. He admitted that the other party said that there is indeed no way to kill the person in front of him. This person's cultivation base is very strange. It is not clear what the fault is, but it gives him the feeling that the other party is here, as if there is Planted in the Tianhe Sea, it seems that the entire sea area is under his feet.
As if... He has an inexplicable, unclear relationship with this place.
He suddenly lifted his right hand, and his big sleeve flicked aside. The three sharp swords immediately disappeared, and when they appeared, they were already around him.
At the same time, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and immediately the tip of the sword of years returned in an instant, surrounded by Meng Hao, making a whistling sound.
"I once vowed that I would never kill a monk in this life, and my sword would only kill foreign races!"
"You can continue to stay in the sky, but the aura on your body makes me unhappy. If I find out that you are related to the Second Ring Sea Demon... Then I must ask the treasure of the ancestor of the Yangshun Dao, and use the power of asking the Dao in an instant, Kill you." The man in the red robe looked at Meng Hao and spoke slowly.
Meng Hao took a deep look at the red-robed man in front of him. Although the two of them were at war before, the red-robed man is not disgusted by Meng Hao, especially since he can feel that the other party’s heart is high, not the kind of false words. generation.
This kind of person, while being simple, also has a principle that cannot be shaken.
"How to do it is my personal wish." Meng Hao said lightly, with a cold light in his eyes.
The red-robed man's eyes also showed cold light instantly, after taking a deep look at Meng Hao, he turned his face cold, suddenly turned around, and was about to leave.
"The spirit of the rune is my effort to collect." Meng Hao suddenly said.
The man in the red robe paused and turned to look at Meng Hao.
"This talisman belongs to my three sects."
Meng Hao was silent, patted his storage bag with his right hand, immediately took out a wine gourd and threw it over.
After the man in the red robe took it, he glanced at it and froze for a while.
"This is the wine in my hometown, not much now. When I left, I only brought some." Meng Hao said slowly, looking at the man in the red robe.
The man in the red robe looked at the hip flask and then at Meng Hao. After a moment of silence, he remained expressionless. When he turned around, he stepped away, but as he left, he flicked his sleeve and was immediately taken away by him. The spirit of more than 10,000 runes that walked flashed suddenly, cut off the connection with the man in the red robe in an instant, and returned instantly, surrounding Meng Hao.
Meng Hao retracted his gaze, and when he turned around, he turned into a Changhong and disappeared in a flash.
A few days later, on a small island in the third ring area, Meng Hao sat cross-legged, with more than 10,000 rune spirits spinning around for protection.
In front of Meng Hao, his eyes widened, staring at Meng Hao's parrot fiercely, and the skin on the side also stared at Meng Hao angrily.
The three of them have been staring at each other for almost ten breaths.
"Five hairy people, there is absolutely no room for negotiation, Lord Wu, I will work hard, and I will never work in vain!"
"Yes, Sanye, I also want three bullies, absolutely no discussion, saying three is three!"
Meng Hao was silent, with a look of pain on his face. After a while, he reluctantly nodded reluctantly. Seeing Meng Hao's appearance, the parrot immediately laughed triumphantly and threw a feather, this feather. With a bang not far away, it directly turned into a mountain of demon hearts.
Pi Jong was also very proud, opened his mouth, and spit out a colorful horse training, forming the second mountain.
Meng Hao smiled inwardly, he knew these two guys too well, and their requirements were nothing, but Meng Hao knew that if he agreed too quickly, or if he felt that he didn't feel heartache, it would be more troublesome.
At this moment, just deliberately thinking, deliberately heartache, these two guys are satisfied.
After dismissing these two guys, Meng Hao's eyes lighted, and he looked at the two mountains composed of monster hearts in front of him. The number of these monster hearts amounted to more than one hundred thousand.
And most of them are medium-grade spirit stones, and some are high-grade spirit stones. After such calculations, the value of these items immediately doubles.
"I don't know if these demon hearts can be used for the bronze mirrors as a need for copying." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and when he lowered his head, he was muttered. His biggest crisis now is the tenth ancestor of the Wang Family who may not die.
"The old immortal's cultivation base is too high, I'm not his opponent, but you have to find a way... Once you encounter it, you can escape." Meng Hao pondered and glanced at the tip of the sword.
"If this sword tip, I can have more than ten to form a lotus formation, maybe I can be surprised... But if this thing is copied, I won't have enough spirit stones." Meng Hao frowned, and suddenly his eyes showed light.
"I can copy other wooden swords of the years. With my current cultivation base, I should be able to imprint the wooden swords of about ten years. Once this wooden sword reaches hundreds...
Formed the third formation of Lotus, I don't know how powerful it is. "Meng Hao thought of this, and immediately took out his wooden sword of years, took a deep breath, and began to imprint the traces of years.
Time passed slowly, and within half a month, there was a roar from time to time, and Meng Hao kept frowning, until the last day, he unfurled his brows and looked at the only wooden sword floating in front of him.
The wood grain on it is clear, the strength of the years is dispersed, and it has the fluctuations of the years of Qijiazi. It is the magic weapon that Meng Hao has refined with his own hands for the most years.
"All the swords of the years have failed, only this one succeeds... but it is worth it. For me, only one success is enough." Meng Hao immediately took out the bronze mirror and started copying.
There are too many spirit stones to copy the Qijiazi Years Sword. This time, Meng Hao is really painful. He tried his best to consume all the spirit stones in the storage bag, and only then copied them for ten. Put it out.
Counting the previous one, there are a total of eleven years swords.
He pondered for a moment, and then began to copy with the demon heart, but after throwing into the seven or eight demon hearts, Meng Hao, who was always paying attention to the bronze mirror, couldn't help but stop.
"The effect is no different from the spirit stone..." Meng Hao frowned. He originally thought that although these demon hearts are comparable to spirit stones, they should have their own special features in actual use.
After all, this is a demon heart, not a real spirit stone.
"Unless it's like me, who can kill the sea monster on a large scale to get a demon heart, otherwise, if other people come to these three rings, at most they will get a few hundred demon heart.
Just come here desperately with a few hundred spirit stones? "Meng Hao has doubts in his eyes.
"The Soul Sage Yang also asked for the Demon Heart, and based on his cultivation base and status, even if it is a few million spirit stones, he will not look at his heart... This demon heart must have some uses that I don't know! "Meng Hao groaned, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had overlooked something. After a while, his eyes flashed, and when he got up, he flicked his sleeves and put all the demon hearts away.
On this island, Meng Hao groaned for a long while, his eyes flashed, his body flew up instantly, and he went straight to the sky, so fast that he could not see him in the blink of an eye.
"Since I don't know, I can find someone to ask and I will understand."
Meng Hao's body flickered, his appearance changed silently, and his cultivation was suppressed in the realm of Yuan Ying. He galloped for a few days, but suddenly the figure had a stop, looked into the distance, turned and walked away.
Not too far away from Meng Hao, there is a whirlpool about a hundred feet tall at this moment. Inside the whirlpool, a huge seahorse is roaring in it. Outside its body, there are bursts of cold air dissipating, faintly covering the surrounding area with ice. .
In mid-air, there is a man and a woman. The man is a hump-backed old man. His appearance is vicissitudes of life. At this moment, his face is pale, and there is a bead in his hand. The bead emits fiery power and turns into a rain of fire. Shrouded all around, enveloping the seahorse.
Next to the old man, there was a woman with a mask on her face. She couldn't see her appearance, she could only tell from the exposed skin that she was not old.
In the middle of her cultivation base, she paid close attention to the confrontation between the old man and the sea monster, but her eyes sometimes flashed with a hidden bitterness.
"Senior, don't forget it, let's go find other weaker sea monsters..." Seeing that the old man's face became paler, the woman immediately spoke.
"We have been here for several months, but this is the only sea monster we have seen. How can we give up!" The old man gritted his teeth and spouted a mouthful of blood. The bead in front of him instantly turned red, and then a piece of it burst out. When the sea of fire burned the sea below and emitted bursts of water vapor, the seahorse inside it roared suddenly, and immediately blasted into the sky. When it rushed upward, it directly extinguished most of the sea of fire.
The old man's complexion changed and he gritted his teeth and insisted, but at this moment, suddenly, a long rainbow roared in the sky in the distance.
In Changhong, it is Meng Hao.
His coming suddenly shocked the old man's heart. The young girls beside him also changed their complexions. They immediately looked at him. When he saw that Meng Hao's cultivation was in the early stage of Yuan Ying, the old man's heart was slightly loose, but it was also wrinkled. Frowned.
"Please also ask fellow daoists to leave, this demon was discovered by the old man, and according to the rules, it should be his property."