The Li family was destroyed.
There were no members of the clans left, all of them died. This is not something Meng Hao can stop. For the Blood Demon Sect, nearly 70% of the disciples died. Even if the relationship between these disciples is indifferent, they could be between each other in that battle. No matter what the life is given, it has become obsession for the living.
Obsession with revenge!
Yi Jianzong, because of the first return, they can choose to endure it.
Jin Hanzong, because of Shaozong's best friend, they can also choose to bear it again.
As for the Li family, they can no longer bear it. This is not to say that they hate the Li family more, but that they need to kill, need revenge, and need to vent their inner obsessions.
The Li family, blood flowed into a river, and the former glory has been in ruins. Perhaps after many years, this place will become loess.
And the cities controlled by the Li Family were mostly mortal, and the Blood Demon Sect had not yet reached the level of slaughtering mortals.
The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect left and returned to the Blood Demon Sect. The killing in the Southern Territory was calmed down, but all the monks in the Southern Territory understood deeply... From this moment on, the Blood Demon Sect was not only the Southern Territory. The first case is... The Lord of the entire Southern Territory!
There is no power to fight against the Blood Demon Sect, because in the Blood Demon Sect... there are a total of four Inquiring Dao Pinnacles!
The blood demon ancestor, Jinhan ancestor, the third ancestor of the Li family, as for the fourth ancestor, it is the clone of Shao Zong Meng Hao!
At the pinnacle of the Four Great Questions, this kind of strength, looking at the entire Southern Territory, can also sweep across all directions.
And this is nothing more than paying the surface of the water.
With the collapse of the Li family, the Southern Territory regained peace, but the monks in the entire Southern Territory suddenly lost so many people, making many places apparently empty.
As for Meng Hao, he did not immediately return to the Blood Demon Sect, but went to the Purple Fortune Sect. His arrival caused the whole of the Purple Fortune Sect to be shaken. When Meng Hao stood outside the gate of the Purple Fortune Sect, he looked at the huge purple The statue of Dongzheng was silent.
After the brief silence of Zi Yunzong, a solemn ceremony was set up. Dandong line and Ziqi line all appeared. Looking at the familiar faces, Meng Hao sighed inwardly.
He didn't want to see Zi Yunzong treat himself like this, such a meeting, except for strangers... or strangers.
"The Blood Demon Young Sect is coming, my Purple Yunzong is brilliant, please!" The old man who is familiar in Meng Hao's memory, the head of the Purple Yunzong, clasped his fist and bowed to Meng Hao with a trace of tension.
Behind him, the Ziqi line and the Dandong line are like this. There are elders who had the aptitude to favor Meng Hao at the beginning and admired him a lot, as well as Lin Hailong, a member of the Purple Furnace, who lived in the sea. Zhao Guo, Wu Dingqiu who has something to do with Meng Hao.
These people are all in front of Meng Hao, holding their fists at this moment.
Meng Hao also saw Han Xueshan, but he didn't see Chu Yuyan.
The respect of Zi Yunzong made Meng Hao sigh in his heart. He couldn't help but speak, letting Zi Yunzong not do this, but he couldn't change his evil spirit, as well as Qingluo Sect, Yijian Sect, Jinhan Sect, and the Li Family. The shock that was formed on the entire Southern Territory was also the coercive coercion on Meng Hao.
He felt Wu Dingqiu's nervousness, saw the fear of An Zaihai and other Purple Furnace Alchemy masters, and saw Han Xueshan, and seemed to be afraid to approach him.
There are other familiar faces, they are all like this, just like myself, the suffocation is too great, forming acupuncture, making people unable to approach... Meng Hao was silent, his heart felt a little uncomfortable at this moment.
"When a person becomes stronger, he will gradually become separated from the others..." Meng Hao suddenly felt lonely, standing in front of familiar friends, but still lonely as if between heaven and earth, only The loneliness of being alone.
At this moment, he thought of Chen Fan, thought of Little Fatty, even he thought of Elder Ouyang of the patron Sect, and head of He Luohua. It was only a few hundred years, and Meng Hao had never encountered them again.
With the unfamiliar and unfamiliar, Meng Hao walked into Zi Yunzong.
Even when Meng Hao stepped into the Zi Yunzong, the ancestor of Zi Yunzong never appeared on weekdays. He was at the peak of the retreat and walked out of the retreat.
It was a vicissitudes of middle-aged man, the bones of Xianfeng Dao, just a little thin, his eyes didn't seem to shine, but the breath of the peak of Wendao was not weak at all.
He stood in the hall, looking at Meng Hao, who was surrounded by the people of Zi Yunzong.
"Friend Meng Dao, please." The middle-aged man smiled slightly and raised his right hand to the swing room. Immediately in the hall, there was a case table with wine spirit fruit on it, and some erratic figures appeared around it, seemingly Play wonderful music.
The people of Zi Yunzong stopped outside, and after holding their fists and bowing deeply, they retreated one after another. Only Meng Hao was left in the hall.
"The ancestors don't have to be like this."
"The visitor is a guest. Whether or not the fellow Taoist was once a disciple of my Zi Yunzong, I will entertain you when you come, please." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
Meng Hao stepped forward and sat down on the side of the case. The middle-aged man smiled and sat down cross-legged.
"Old man Sun Tao, he is not an ancestor, he is just a medicine boy, so fellow daoists don't need to call me ancestor, if you really count... I will call you the little lord." The middle-aged man laughed and picked up the drink. Pot, fill a cup for Meng Hao.
Meng Hao was taken aback.
"I used to be the medicine boy of True Man Zidong, and I am now." The middle-aged man glanced at Meng Hao and smiled slightly.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed in an instant.
"Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask."
"I have understood your intention, but your master is now closed and unable to go out... He asked me to tell you that practicing... is to cultivate the mind!"
"Where the heart is, whether it is red or black, your intention is the key. Your meaning is like a knife. Your knife... can be cut a third time, so why not be at a loss."
"A person must have a choice in one's life, whether it is wrong or right, and when you go back a few years later, the wrong... may not be wrong, and the right... may not be right."
"Why bother, why bother to get lost, everything... just go on."
"Because, there is nothing wrong, where is right? The same reason, how can there be wrong if there is no right?" the middle-aged man slowly spoke, looking at Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's heart shook suddenly. He came to Zi Yunzong because he wanted to see the master pill ghost. After many years of parting, he has never forgotten the three times of apprenticeship that day.
"In addition, the one path of the pill is the avenue. Your master asked me to tell you that it must not be abandoned. Perhaps with your current cultivation base, it is not very useful in the southern sky, but your path... is destined to go out of the southern sky. farther.
At that time, Pill Dao... will be your greatest support, allowing you to continue your hard journey without extinguishing your pill fire. "
Meng Hao was silent. After a long time, he took his wine glass and took a sip. When he got up, he clasped his fists and bowed deeply to the middle-aged man.
"Thank you, senior for enlightening, please tell me Master, disciples don't forget the teacher training!" After Meng Hao finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and when he turned around, he walked out of the hall.
The middle-aged man sat there cross-legged, looking at Meng Hao's back, and nodding slightly.
And in this Zi Yunzong, on the first peak of Dandong, in the cave mansion, at this moment, a white-haired old man is sitting cross-legged, his body is void and distorted, faintly, as if there is a great road.
His eyes opened slightly at this moment, and he looked out of the cave, as if seeing Meng Hao walking out of the main hall, his expression was open.
Meng Hao walked out of the hall, and immediately the elder of the Zi Yunzong sect and others, hurried forward, Meng Hao suddenly stopped and looked up at the peaks of the Dandong line. For a long time, after a long time, he looked back.
"I'm going to my cave house back then." Meng Hao looked at the head of Zi Yunzong, the head immediately nodded, surrounded Meng Hao, and walked forward.
Not long after, Meng Hao walked into the Dandong line. Behind him was the elder of the Zi Yunzong and others to accompany him. When he stepped into the Dandong line, Meng Hao suddenly looked strange.
He saw it, that... silver gun!
How many years have passed, this gun is still... It was pierced into the ground, and even the surrounding fence was repaired, making this gun seem to be a landscape here.
Under this gun, the two monks sitting cross-legged were already old men, but Meng Hao still vaguely saw that it was exactly the same... Luzon and Qianshuihen.
These two are now middle-stage cultivators of the formation of alchemy. They are also in the position of deacon in the Zi Yunzong. At this moment, when Meng Hao saw them, the two immediately stood up, looked respectful, and gave a deep bow to Meng Hao. .
"Meet Senior Meng."
"Haha, can Shaozong remember this gun?" The head of Zi Yunzong on the side laughed immediately.
"Speaking of this gun, it is said that Elder Wu brought it back. After piercing it here, it has now become a famous area in my Zi Yunzong."
"Senior Meng rest assured, the younger generation will take good care of this gun!" Lu and Qian'er spoke excitedly. They had long forgotten their sorrow back then. At this moment, they are already a fanatical adoration of Meng Hao, and they even think they can. I am very proud of having a history with Meng Hao.
Meng Hao gave a dry cough and touched the storage bag. There was a golden gun in his storage bag. He never found anyone who could be pitted...
Wu Dingqiu, who was on the side, trembled at this moment, and cried secretly in his heart. When he was about to take a few steps back, suddenly Meng Hao's gaze fell on him.
Wu Dingqiu's body shook, and he smiled quickly while beating the drum in his heart, but he felt that Old Monster Song was the mastermind in what happened back then.
When looking for memories in Meng Hao and this Purple Fate Sect, at this moment, in the northern land on the other side of the Tianhe Sea, there was a terrible death and shocking heaven.
On the ground close to the Tianhe Sea, there are nearly a million monks at this moment who are waiting in a stern formation. There are more than ten parts, each from the many sect tribes in the north.
On the earth, huge beasts of hundreds of feet are chained, no matter how hard they struggle, they can't break free and are led to move forward.
In the sky, countless huge evil birds screamed sharply and hovered in all directions. Their wings formed huge shadows on the earth under the sun, which seemed to cover the sky.
Farther away, giants as high as a mountain, striding forward, holding a huge bone stick in their hands, are roaring and roaring. There are dozens of such giants.
Even further behind, black clouds filled the air, seeming to hide countless ferocious ghosts, coming at full speed.
These are the army of the Northland, they are gathering on the coast of Tianhe, it seems... what is waiting for!
The most amazing thing is that in this area, it soars into the sky, with the arrogant and proud eleven auras, all of them are... the aura of the peak!