In the Southern Territory, in the Qingluo Sect, Meng Hao was surrounded by red glow, the magical powers and techniques from the people of the Qingluo Sect, as well as many magic weapons, even with Meng Hao's body, they were somewhat unbearable.
The three-tailed flags continued to whirl, and the flowers on the other side began to shrink. The people of the Qingluo Sect around them were already crazy. No matter who they were, they would be crazy if they saw the one hundred thousand mountains in their sect.
"If you can't wait for one hundred thousand mountains, fifty thousand is fine!" Meng Hao suddenly raised his right hand and pointed towards the sky. Immediately, fifty thousand mountains came rushing towards him, the speed was amazing.
It directly collided with the formation of hundreds of thousands of cultivators of the Qingluo Sect, and when the roaring screams kept coming out, Meng Hao's eyes sparkled with crazy flames.
"Beng!" He said, only saying this word.
With a word of mouth, the sky and the earth roared, and there were 50,000 mountains. At this moment, all of them collapsed, the sky was torn apart, and the earth was sensational. Even the Ninety-Nine Mountains on the ground were severely affected and fell apart one after another.
When hundreds of thousands of cultivators spewed blood one by one, and when the formation collapsed, half of these people screamed, and their bodies were completely destroyed.
"No!!" The ancestor of Zhanling's Second Blade, roared with magical powers, and a huge basalt appeared outside his body with a fierce back armor. When he went straight to Meng Hao, Meng Hao raised his right hand and immediately 50,000 mountains. Part of his collapse was vented to his body. During the roar, the old man spouted blood and rolled his body directly. At the same time, Meng Hao pressed his right hand to the ground again, and immediately the entire Qingluo Sect's ground split instantly.
Spiritual energy rushed out, the peaks were broken, the world was pale, Meng Hao walked straight to the first mountain in mid-air.
But as soon as he rushed out, as soon as he stepped into the first mountain, nothing was distorted in front of him, and the third ancestor of the third sword, the strongest of the three spirit swordsmen of Qingluo Sect, appeared in an instant.
He had a hideous look and he showed terrible hatred. When he appeared, he flicked his sleeves and immediately nine white tigers appeared around him. The white tigers were ten feet in size. When they appeared, they went straight to Meng Hao and roared.
Even after the white tiger, the ancestor of the third sword of Zhan Ling, roared to the sky, and when his right hand was raised, a seal appeared in his hand. This seal was infinitely huge, emitting a monstrous light, and came straight to Meng Hao. .
In the distance, the old man with the second sword of Spirit Slayer endured the injury and was also approaching instantly. During the pinch, the black energy around him immediately rolled and formed a basalt, and a statue flew out, emitting a gloomy light in the air, faintly There was crying from inside the statue, shaking all directions.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed, his right hand slapped on the storage bag, and immediately the tip of the only year-old wooden sword in his pocket flew out suddenly. After pinching between his fingers, his body flashed suddenly. When he appeared, he was already In front of the old man of Zhan Ling's Second Blade, the tip of the sword whistled away with a flick.
As soon as he touched the Xuanwu, the beast immediately withered, let out a stern roar, and immediately collapsed and dissipated. When the face of the ancestor of the second sword of Zhanling changed, the tip of the sword was approaching, and he was about to dodge, and Meng Hao raised his left hand. One finger.
"ban!"
With a word of mouth, the body of the old man with Zhan Ling's Second Blade suddenly stopped. The price of this pause was that the tip of the sword penetrated directly through his body, taking away the blood and the Wannian Shouyuan. !
what! !
The physical pain is nothing, but the crushing of the longevity and the pain caused the old man to scream and scream. When the body was withered visible to the naked eye, Meng Hao had already turned his head and flicked his sleeves. The nine white tigers that came were all forced to retreat. When he raised his head violently, above him, the big seal was already hundreds of meters above him, and it boomed.
"Town!" The old man of Zhan Ling's Third Blade yelled, raising his hands, as if grabbing a big seal, and slamming it at Meng Hao.
"The place where there is a mountain is my Fangcunjie!" Meng Hao suddenly said, raising his pinch with his right hand, pointing upwards, and immediately around him, 50,000 mountains suddenly appeared, but they were not real, but illusory. It's the fifty thousand mountains that collapsed before!
These mountains roared to form Meng Hao’s Fangcun Boundary. As he expanded outward, he went straight to the Great Seal. The loud noise was loud and the impact spread violently to the surroundings. The ancestor of the second sword of Spirit Slashing was already injured. At this moment, under the impact, he let out an unwilling roar, his body collapsed and his body and spirit disappeared.
At the same time, with the impact, Meng Hao stepped out, so fast that he bypassed the old man of Spirit Slashing Third Blade in an instant, and appeared on the first mountain next to the incense burner.
He did not hesitate at all, with excitement, when he approached the incense burner, his right hand was raised, and when he was about to grab the weak figure hidden in the mist, an anger came to the extreme from behind him. Scream.
Along with the roar, there was a crisis that made Meng Hao's scalp numb.
"If you want to save the girl in it, the old man would rather not rebirth pill than let you succeed!"
"Heaven and Earth Furnace, Broken Pill Destroy the body!"
At the moment his words came out, the incense burner shook violently, and the high temperature broke out in an instant.
"If you dodge, your Daolucha in the furnace will die, if you don't dodge, you will die together!"
Meng Hao's complexion changed drastically. Seeing the incense burner flames soaring to the sky, and seeing the crisis approaching behind him, at this moment, his eyes showed persistence without hesitation, pause, or dodge.
He raised his hands, not caring about the crisis behind him, not caring about the high temperature erupting in the incense burner, and the whole person stretched directly into the incense burner and hugged the stiff body inside.
His body was instantly invaded by the high temperature, his front hair burned directly, his face was instantly bloody and black, and his hands were withered, exposing bones, and even the position of his chest, withered, exposing his heart.
But he still hugged Xu Qing in the incense burner. As he hugged Xu Qing, his body shook suddenly, and the crisis behind him came.
Puff puff puff...
Meng Hao trembled eight times. On his back, the eight white tigers whizzed and turned into eight white nails, all of which were driven into Meng Hao's back.
But at this moment, the pain of the flesh was forgotten by Meng Hao. He stared at Xu Qing in his arms in a daze. Maybe it was no longer the beautiful appearance in Meng Hao's memory, withered body, withered body, and old. Appearance, no life, no soul.
nothing left.
Meng Hao's body trembled, tears in his eyes.
"Senior Sister Xu..." Meng Hao's heart pierced intensely, as if being pulled out of his body by life, his whole person was completely crazy, and it was at this moment that behind Meng Hao, the old man with the third sword , The voice echoed.
"Eight Tigers Extinguish the Immortal Tribulation!!"
With a bang, the eight nails in Meng Hao's body immediately exuded an indescribable force of terror, spreading within Meng Hao's body in an instant, filling every inch of his body in the blink of an eye.
Meng Hao's eyes turned red. He looked at Xu Qing's body with a sorrowful smile, letting the roar echoing behind him, and letting the ancestor of Spirit Slashing Third Blade approach him with magical powers bombarding him.
He spouted blood, but as soon as the blood appeared, it was burned.
"First calamity!" Meng Hao's body roared again when the ancestor of Zhanling's Third Blade suddenly spoke.
"Second Calamity!"
"The Third Tribulation!"
The sound was constant and roaring. The eight nails in Meng Hao’s body would collapse with every catastrophe, breaking his soul and shattering his body, but Meng Hao didn’t care. The only thing he cared about at the moment was the woman in his arms. Dead body.
He hates, he is crazy, he is crazy, he regrets.
He is late...
"You live, I live, you die, I die..."
"If you are old, I will grow old with you..." Meng Hao's ear reverberated with his previous voice, and his body continued to roar as he laughed miserably.
"The Fifth Calamity!"
"The Sixth Tribulation!"
"The Seventh Tribulation!"
At this moment, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly showed a strong look. He was short of breath. At the moment when the three words of the eighth calamity came out behind him, he found a problem!
"Xu Qing's soul... her soul is no longer in the body, her soul..."
"The body can be recovered. As long as the soul stays, Xu Qing will not die, and there is no trace of the soul scattered in her body, as if... was taken away by someone before!" Meng Hao's body shook violently, When a roar came from the body, he put away Xu Qing's corpse. The eternal realm in his body seemed to be awakened by his will, and erupted together with the Eighth Calamity.
During the roar, Meng Hao burned an infinite flame all over his body. This flame was so powerful that it was seen by more than 100,000 disciples of the Azure Luo Sect at the moment, and even by the ancestor of the third sword of the spirit sword.
When they saw the flame, they saw the figure in the flame being burned, the heavens and the earth were eclipsed, and the more than one hundred thousand Luo Zong disciples were immediately excited.
The ancestor of Spirit Slashing Third Sword finally breathed a sigh of relief. Meng Hao threatened him too much, even he suspected that if it were not for Xu Qing in the end, he would not be able to kill the opponent.
"It's finally over..." the ancestor of Spirit Zhan's Third Blade murmured, but he had just finished speaking, suddenly his complexion changed drastically, his body retreated quickly without hesitation.
But at the moment he retreated, the flame was instantly extinguished, and Meng Hao stepped out of it step by step, eternal realm, eternal immortal!
Unless he can be wiped out in an instant, and his body and spirit are all annihilated, otherwise, he will not die so easily.
And this old man of Spirit Slashing Third Sword, he obviously doesn't have such qualifications!
Almost the moment he backed away, the suffocation exuding from Meng Hao's body was earth-shattering.
"Xu Qing's soul is there!" He stared at the old man with the third sword of the spirit slasher, and spoke word by word. His eyes were red, and his voice contained endless bloody killings. At this moment, he , It gives people the feeling that the danger is extreme.
There were more than a hundred thousand green Luo Zong disciples all around, all trembling, but at this moment, a few of them felt that Meng Hao knew more and more. They had this feeling before, but they didn’t think deeply, and now, suddenly thought of it. In my mind, there used to be a name.
"Meng Hao!!"