The nineteenth ancestor of the Li family changed his complexion greatly, and he sprinted back without hesitation while gritting his teeth. The four elders around him looked at Meng Hao in amazement. Leaving Daohu.
"In this place, you wait for the restricted area and dare to step in, and I will kill." When Meng Hao slowly spoke, everyone in the Li family withdrew from the distance.
"What kind of cultivation is this Meng Hao!!"
"To be able to fight against the entire Qingluo Sect alone, even though he was defeated by the Six Dao Patriarchs, but Meng Hao has been rumored to be the number one strong under the question!"
"It's no exaggeration to kill the three-sword expert, saying that he is the first person to ask questions!"
As the surroundings buzzed, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect immediately occupied this lake. At this moment, it was not the one gifted by the Purple Luck Sect. The Blood Demon Sect mastered two Dao Lakes.
The Sixth Blood Demon Patriarch was murderous, waiting for Meng Hao's next goal.
Meng Hao stood there, did not go to see the Zi Yunzong, but scanned the Song family, and then stopped to look at it, and fell on the Jinhanzong.
The middle-aged man of Jin Hanzong looked gloomy, and he just wanted to help the Li Family, but Meng Hao felt extremely terrifying here. He just hesitated for a while, and the Li Family had collapsed.
At this moment, everyone in Jin Hanzong was shocked by the gaze of Meng Hao. The little fat man hesitated for a moment. When looking at Meng Hao, Meng Hao withdrew his gaze in silence and stopped looking at Jin Hanzong. Instead, he fell on Jianzong. .
His eyes moved away, causing the Jin Hanzong crowd to breathe a sigh of relief. The middle-aged man was startled, but when he was thinking, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
When Meng Hao looked at Yi Jianzong, he saw Chen Fan. Chen Fan was at the back of the team. He had reached the end of his cultivation. He looked sallow, as if he was sick in his body. When Meng Hao looked at him, he too He looked up at Meng Hao.
For a long time, Meng Hao looked away and fell on Old Jian, but in an instant, Meng Hao felt a crisis in his mind. This crisis came from a person behind Jian Lao.
Inside the sword sect, the old Jian's eyes flashed, looking at Meng Hao, the two eyes condensed in the air, as if an invisible roar was aroused.
Old Jian snorted, his body shook slightly, his forehead was sweating, his complexion changed, and then, he suddenly discovered that he couldn't bear the pressure of his gaze here, unexpectedly... it wasn't him.
But behind him, a young man with a shameless appearance, who looked very thin, Meng Hao, was not looking at the old man, but the young man.
When he looked at the boy, the boy also raised his head and looked at Meng Hao calmly.
The two looked at each other, but Old Master Jian was accidentally injured.
Seeing that Meng Hao was looking at the young man behind him, the old man made a chuckle in his heart.
At the same time, Meng Hao stepped forward. With the eyes of everyone around him condensed, he walked towards Yi Jianzong, and the atmosphere around him was immediately suppressed to the extreme.
Every step of Meng Hao's fall was like a roar for everyone.
Until Meng Hao walked to the third Dao lake occupied by a sword sect, all the disciples of the sword sect beside this lake were like facing a major enemy, and the expressions of the few spirit slayer cultivators changed and they were short of breath.
"I want this Daohu Lake too." Meng Hao spoke lightly, looking at the young man behind Old Jian.
"Impossible!" Old Jian suddenly said. When he stood up abruptly, all the disciples of the sword sect pulled out their swords, and the eight spirit slayers had their entire body cultivated. All of a sudden, in the entire sword sect, The sword aura is overwhelming, changing the color of the situation.
"Here you!" But at this moment, the young man behind Jian Lao suddenly spoke, with an old husky in his voice, which did not sound like a young man at all.
As soon as this young man opened his mouth, Jian Lao's complexion immediately changed, turning around and bowing his head respectfully, and the few spirit slicing cultivators were also taken aback. When they looked at the young man, they seemed to think of something, and their expressions changed, as if taking a breath, their expressions were unprecedented. Respectful, even frantic and exciting.
"If you like this Daohu Lake, I will give it to you." The young man looked at Meng Hao and said with a smile, but although he was smiling, the coldness in his eyes did not hide it at all.
Seeing this young man, Meng Hao saw a sword!
An amazing sword!
In the words, all the disciples of the First Sword Sect beside the third Daohu lake all retreated and gave way to this Daohu lake.
The cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect stepped forward one after another in Meng Hao's nod, and occupied this lake.
Up to this moment, in the central area of the ancient Daohu Lake, the blood demon sect occupies three, the sword sect occupies two, the Jinhan sect occupies two, the Ziyun sect occupies two, the Song family occupies one, the Qingluo sect occupies the monks here, Li The family was driven out of the house.
As for Baizhangdao Lake, there are ten Baizhang Lakes in every Qianzhang Lake surrounding this place, and there are more than 700 in total.
Among them, there are more than 400 places in the Baizhang Dao Lake with the banner of the Blood Demon Shao Zong. There are only dozens of monks who have stepped into the Blood Demon Sect. Even if one person occupies one, there are only one The flag is unguarded.
Meng Hao sat cross-legged beside the Qianzhang Dao Lake of the Qingluo Sect before, closing his eyes, and his body's cultivation base revolved, waiting for the next Daohu eruption. After seeing this scene, the surrounding sect families and people who knew him, They sighed from the bottom of their hearts.
At this moment, Meng Hao's coldness made people a little strange.
Among the people in the Song family, Old Monster Song looked at Meng Hao from time to time, his heart was full of emotion, always thinking of the scene where Zhao Guo saw Meng Hao for the first time.
Then there is Wu Dingqiu of Zi Yunzong, his mood is exactly the same as Old Monster Song, and he can even think of the remembered gun that still exists in Zi Yunzong...
As time passed, the Qianzhang Dao Lake area was quiet, and the only Wanzhang Dao Lake surrounded by Qianzhang Dao Lake was not the slightest wave, as if it was really a mirror.
Chu Yuyan was silent for a long time, finally stood up, and walked out of the purple Yunzong crowd. The real person of Ku Dao glanced at Chu Yuyan, without stopping, letting Chu Yuyan walk towards the Blood Demon Sect.
When she walked out, in this silent area, she immediately attracted a lot of attention.
She walked silently until she reached the periphery of where Meng Hao crossed her knees, and was stopped by a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect.
"I want to see Meng Hao." Chu Yuyan looked at Meng Hao, who closed her eyes and meditated not far away, and said softly.
The disciple of the Blood Demon Sect hesitated, he knew the relationship between his Shao Sect and Zi Yun Sect.
"Let her in." Meng Hao opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yuyan.
The disciple of the Blood Demon Sect immediately stepped aside, and Chu Yuyan walked towards Meng Hao silently and sat beside him, with complex eyes in her eyes.
She did not speak, Meng Hao also chose to remain silent.
"Have you been to that valley in the past few hundred years?" Chu Yuyan suddenly spoke for a long time.
Meng Hao knew which valley she was talking about, and that was the place where the two of them had truly met the blood fairy.
"No." Meng Hao said calmly.
"I've been!" Chu Yuyan stared at Meng Hao.
Meng Hao was silent.
Chu Yuyan looked bitterly at the water of Daohu Lake, until a few hours later, she stood up and walked in the direction of Zi Yunzong. When she had walked seven steps, she stopped.
"If there is no Xu Qing..."
"There is no if." Meng Hao said softly.
"why"
"I missed it, I missed it."
Chu Yuyan's body trembled, tears streaming down, and she stepped out of Daohu Lake where Meng Hao was, and walked towards Zi Yunzong.
Han Xueshan came, with her innocence, with her unconcealed attachment to Meng Hao.
The little fat man also came and sat beside Meng Hao for a long time. He brought a pheasant. Meng Hao looked at the pheasant. Under his gaze, he was eating a pheasant.
The little fat man smiled, holding his sword and frustrating his teeth, before leaving, he hugged Meng Hao strongly and walked away.
An Zaihai, Lin Hailong, they all came, and they talked about the past, but they all avoided talking about the master pill ghost, because they knew that for Meng Hao, the most important thing about Zi Yunzong was... he Master.
Ye Feimu didn't come. The last person from Zi Yunzong came was an old man with a low cultivation base, but when he walked, Meng Hao showed a smile on his face.
"Baiyun comes."
"Fang... Meng Hao." The old man subconsciously called out the name Fang Mu.
Song Family, Jin Han Sect, and Sword Sect, there are people coming, even if the swords were drawn before, but now, they are all coming. These people are all the Dao Zi Tianjiao of Meng Hao's time when he was in the Southern Territory, but now, The one with the highest cultivation level is only Yuan Ying.
When they looked at Meng Hao, they couldn't help but recall the scenes of that year. Meng Hao didn't see Li Tiandao of the Li family. This time, Daohu didn't come.
As for Wang Lihai, as well as the Wang Tengfei in his memory, Meng Hao didn't know whether the king's tenth ancestor of the butcher was still alive.
There was another person. After Meng Hao returned to the Southern Territory, he never saw her. She was Han Bei, the Han Bei of Qingluo Zong.
The last one to come was Chen Fan. His appearance was already vicissitudes of life, his cultivation level was less than Yuan Ying, and his body was thin, which was very different from the figure in Meng Hao's memory.
It seems that in the past few hundred years, he has had a lot of worries, and these worries weighed on him and made him breathless.
He didn't talk to Meng Haoduo, but took out the jug and drank the wine. I don't know when, he must have wine every day and get drunk every day.
He is no longer the seven swords that were like the scorching sun of the year. He was surpassed by the same sect one after another. In the Sword Sect, he was depressed.
But he was still smiling, smiling at Meng Hao, that smile still contained the gentleness and care of the year.
"Brother Chen..." Meng Hao looked at the man in front of him. Every time he saw these old people, he would think of the Patriarch Sect.
"Cultivation well, if one day I become an immortal, I can also show off to others. I have a younger brother who is an immortal." Chen Fan smiled and patted Meng Hao on the shoulder, took a big sip with a hip flask, and walked towards Jianzong.
Meng Hao clearly saw that many of the disciples of Sword Sect showed contempt when they looked at Chen Fan.