Standing on the chariot, Meng Hao watched the tenth ancestor of the Wang Family retreat continuously. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes. When his right hand was raised, Han Shan's bronze fairy sword suddenly appeared.
The eyes of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family shrank instantly, but they did not dodge. Instead, the cold light in his eyes shone, his whole body's cultivation base suddenly revolved, the momentum was like a rainbow, and even a touch of the soul of the fire burned on him.
"Finally I took out this sword, and looking at his appearance, there will only be one more time at most. With this clone, the remaining power of this sword is exchanged. When it is cut down, it is the moment when the deity moves!" mango.
Seeing Meng Hao's fairy sword, it was about to be cut off, but suddenly the fairy sword in Meng Hao's hand disappeared, and ten pieces of cold light flew up fiercely in the storage bag.
The speed, coupled with the fact that the tenth ancestor of the Wang family was cared about by the fairy sword before, this way, Meng Hao is equal to the opportunity, ten years of the sword tip, at an astonishing speed, with more than one hundred thousand years of strength, Coming in an instant.
Just getting closer, the king's tenth ancestor's complexion changed drastically, his body quickly withered, and he retreated violently without hesitation, but the more he retreated, the faster the chariot.
In the race against time, Meng Hao did not hesitate to spend the aura of immortals to urge the roar of the chariot, causing the tenth ancestor of the Wang family to let out a stern roar, and his right arm collapsed and exploded at this instant.
With this kind of self-detonation, in exchange for a shocking shock, he finally avoided the impact of the chariot and slammed away from the side, but as he turned sideways, Meng Hao's eyes flashed murderously.
"Blast!" The tip of a time sword with a value of one billion spirit stones crashed and exploded while buzzing, forming a monstrous time storm, directly involving the tenth ancestor of the Wang family who avoided the chariot.
The tenth ancestor of the Wang family uttered a stern roar, and his cultivation base broke out in this storm. In the end, the roar was so strong that the storm disappeared. His whole body withered to the extreme, his complexion was pale, as if he was skinny, and he let out a crazy roar.
"Blast!" Meng Hao didn't have time to feel distressed. He could defeat the clone of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family. His cultivation is only part of it, and more... he is rich!
When he has money, he has the magic weapon of time against the sky. The collapse of a hundred years of wood sword is only the beginning. The blew of the sword tip is Meng Hao's killer.
The clone of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family is now defeated by Meng Hao's spiritual stone!
As Meng Hao’s words came out, the second sword tip of the years exploded and formed a roar. The storm of years swept across all directions, making nothingness, the sea withered, everything, at this moment, seemed to pass by. Ten thousand years.
The avatar of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family shattered directly with a bang, and a strand of distraction flew out, letting out a stern roar.
"Meng Hao!!"
"You must die!!"
At the moment his voice came out, the primordial spirit immediately rotated fiercely and turned into a huge vortex, with countless complicated runes shining on it, rotating with each other, seeming to form a mysterious formation.
It's just the center of the formation. In this rotation, a black hole seemed to appear. I don't know where to go. A depression Meng Hao had never felt before was directly released from the whirlpool black hole.
As soon as this breath appeared, it caused the surrounding nothingness to make a clicking sound, and one after another cracks suddenly appeared.
This crack caused Meng Hao's eyes to shrink. He saw with his own eyes these cracks rapidly spreading and turned into an oval shape.
From a distance, it looks like an eye!
The vortex of the formation is the pupil, the black hole is the depth of the pupil, and the surrounding nothingness becomes the white of the eyes. As for the cracks... like bloodshot eyes!
Meng Hao’s whole body was cold, and the intense pressure made his body seem to burst open. What shocked Meng Hao’s heart was that he was staring at him for a moment... He clearly felt that in his body, It seems that there are some substances that have been fused with him, regardless of each other, are trembling slowly, as if they are about to be separated from his body.
Meng Hao can't describe this substance concretely, but can only have a vague feeling. This is his foundation, a solid foundation for more than two hundred years of cultivation!
"Douji..." Meng Hao was short of breath. He could hear his heart beating. Other than that, everything around him was instantly silent.
Only the whirlpool is spinning...
Meng Hao wanted to struggle, but at this moment, his body didn't seem to belong to him, he couldn't move the slightest, and the foundation in his body, at this moment, seemed to separate more and more, even Meng Hao saw it with his own eyes, from his mouth and nose. There were bursts of white air flowing out, and he could still feel it, not only in his mouth and nose, but also in his eyes, ears, and even his whole body.
This is not vitality, this is Daoji!
"My way is freedom and freedom!!" Meng Hao's eyes flushed. At this moment, his body's cultivation broke out. This was a forcible explosion. The price was that he spouted three mouthfuls of blood in a row and his body was sluggish, which could be exchanged for it. Yes, the body has resumed its action.
But at this moment, a sigh came out from the whirlpool. It was just a sound that passed into Meng Hao’s ears. It shocked Meng Hao’s body. He spouted a mouthful of blood. When his complexion was pale, he took a mouthful of the coffin. In the whirlpool, seven inches slowly appeared.
The emergence of this coffin, an indescribable vicissitudes of life, suddenly vented, flooding the entire third ring sea area, all the sea monsters on the bottom of the sea remained motionless for an instant, and even the second ring sea monsters trembled one by one.
The entire Tianhe Sea, all the monks, all the lives, all quieted down at this moment.
The sea does not move, the world does not move, only the meaning of vicissitudes rolls farther and farther around.
This is to ask!
Really ask the pinnacle!
Meng Hao didn't need to guess, he immediately understood that this... is the deity of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family!
His deity finally appeared!
Meng Hao’s scalp was numb, and his eyes were more bloodshot. At this moment, he raised his right hand without hesitation and swiped forward. The remaining eight years of wooden swords were immediately left, except for one Meng Hao left. Seven of them all flew out and rushed into the whirlpool.
"Explosion!" Meng Hao yelled up to the sky, his voice was hoarse, and the roar was earth-shaking. All the seven sword points of the years exploded, forming a terrifying force of the years.
At the same time, without hesitation, Meng Hao took out the sword of Han Shan directly, took out the wine flask and took a big sip, and when he spouted fiercely, the sword aura was overwhelming. The fairy sword in his hand still had the last sword aura. He was useless before, just in case!
The storm of these years tore the vortex torn apart in an instant, and even the coffin withered rapidly, cracks appeared in the blink of an eye, and the lid of the coffin shattered with a bang. Seeing that the storm was shaking the sky, it was suddenly. A withered hand stretched out from the coffin, just opened, just made a fist, this amazing storm of years, it can be reduced with the naked eye, until it is grasped in the palm of the hand and squeezed fiercely.
boom!
The storm dissipated, and inside the coffin, an old man slowly sat up. He was wearing a shroud and his body was thin. His complexion was a little blush at the moment, but he soon returned to pale.
His eyes were small, but the feeling of vicissitudes on his body was so strong that he looked at Meng Hao and grinned at the moment. When he saw the fairy sword in Meng Hao's hand, his eyes shrank.
With this smile, Meng Hao's hair was horrified. He didn't see the old man's teeth. This man was old to the extreme.
At the moment when he showed this smile, Meng Hao's immortal sword cut down in an instant. With this cut, the sword aura rose to the sky, and the meaning of the song was earth-shaking, but he didn't cut it down. Meng Hao's body shook suddenly, spouting a mouthful of blood.
"Damn!" He was pale, the fairy inside his body showed the way and sent out the fairy qi, and immediately the chariot buzzed, and he went away in an instant. Meng Hao's breathing was short, but there was a flash of wisdom in his eyes. That sword was made on purpose. Without cutting it down, showing a weak look, from the previous clone of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family, Meng Hao could see that the other party cared about his fairy sword.
That being the case, Meng Hao didn't believe that the other party would be unprepared. After all, everyone knew that when it first appeared, it was the best opportunity.
"This person is always treacherous and cunning, and he must be prepared. If he wants to use his sword power, he can only paralyze him. I am not as good as him in his cultivation. If you want to survive this catastrophe, you must use your mind!
Immortal sword, if you don’t move, move... is the time to win! "Meng Hao's face was gloomy. He felt frightened when he thought of the scene where the other party smashed the storm of years with a handshake.
"This is the pinnacle of Wendao, this is the power of the pseudo-immortal!" Meng Hao personally felt the horror of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family. He clearly understood that the gap between himself and the other party was bitter, and he thought of his own body before. , The white qi that radiated, and the kind of perfectly fused with oneself, but there was a loosening, and the fright of being forcibly taken out of the body.
"Why escape?" A hoarse voice came from behind Meng Hao.
"Your life is to prepare for the old man. This is your life..." The vicissitudes of voice, as if the surrounding wind is also rotten, came faintly behind Meng Hao, and I heard Meng Hao's ears. Meng Hao's body was cold.
He didn't look back, mobilizing all the immortals in his body to guide the way, blending into the chariot, and going away in an instant, breaking through the air all the way, roaring and shaking the sky.
"From the moment you built the foundation, I knew that the old man had been waiting for years to become an immortal opportunity, right on your body." The voice of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family came again. This time, the distance was closer, Meng Hao's expression Pale, with blue veins bulging on his face, the fairy in his body has reached the limit. When the fairy qi wanders in the body, it bursts into the chariot like tearing meridians.
The speed is so fast that at this moment, there is no longer the sea of the third ring, but black appears, and it has entered the second ring!
"This is the way of cause and effect, this is the choice of fate, why should you refuse."
"Can you reject the way of cause and effect? Can you reject the choice of fate? Neither can I refuse, why not give me your Daoji willingly. With the memory of this life, I can feel glorious." This time, the words of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family were in Meng Hao's ears.