After a while, the red mist from all directions condensed and turned into Meng Hao's figure again. The skin on his body had grown by about 50%. The whole person looked like he was no longer so hideous, but his expression was cold and cold. The demonic energy is overwhelming, but it is even stronger.
With a flick of his big sleeve, Meng Hao went away, amidst the tremors of the southern monks below, Changhong was used to the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the six battlefields, there are now four halves, and the last two are still at war.
Meng Hao unfolded all his speed, as if he was about to tear the void apart, flashing thunderously, crossing the ground, and appeared on the fifth battlefield. There are not many monks in the Southern Territory, there are only a few thousand people left. The monks in the north, more than 10,000 people, are fighting to force the monks in the south to retreat.
In the crowd, the little fat man was impressively inside, with blood all over his body and a hideous look. Even if his cultivation level was not high, he had too many magic weapons, and his identity was a young sect of the Jinhan Sect, so there was always someone around him to protect him.
But even so, he still spouted blood from time to time. When he was in danger many times, he was so angry that he often opened his mouth when he was in a hurry and bit at the opponent.
Anyone who was bitten by him, whether it was flesh or bone, or even magic weapons, would make a click and directly bite into pieces, which was very cruel.
"Damn it, is this a fierce beast or a human? It has such sharp teeth!"
"What kind of exercise did he cultivate!!"
"Cut him off and break all his teeth off, and he will be able to refine a set of amazing magic weapons." The northern monk who was chasing the little fat man had wounds on everyone, and the wound was obviously bitten off. , One by one murderous intent, surrounded by precious light outside the body, chasing and killing the little fat man.
"Come on, come on, the fat man killed you!" the little fat man yelled.
The slaughter spread, the monks of the Southern Territory retreated again, and the army of the Northern Territory slayed frantically, as if they wanted to exterminate all the monks of the Southern Territory.
The little fat man’s eyes were red long ago. Seeing that one of his concubine and priests were injured, he immediately rushed out, dragged the injured concubine back, opened his mouth, and slapped the palm of the coming north monk. , Bite it directly.
The scalp of the monk in the north was numb, and he immediately stepped back and was bitten by the little fat man. Even if it was bitten, there was still a sound, which made the scalp numb after hearing it.
"Damn it!" The northern monk became angry, waving his hand, and a piece of bronze iron appeared outside his body. When he violently threw it out, the bronze iron melted directly, bursting out with a blue light, as if with spirituality, and went straight. The little fat man left, trying to engulf him and swallow him.
The little fat man's complexion changed, and the life and death crisis appeared in his heart for a moment. When he backed quickly, the glaucoma speed was faster, and he was about to touch the little fat man's body.
At this moment, a cold snort reverberated in the world. Just a single voice immediately shocked all the monks in the Northland, and many of them spewed blood directly, their minds roared, and their minds were unstable. .
The monk who was chasing the little fat man pale instantly. When the blood spurted out, his expression was astonished, and he suddenly raised his head, seeing a dazzling red light that covered the sky.
At the next breath, a hand appeared behind Little Fatty, grabbing his shoulder, and gently sending it back, Meng Hao's figure appeared directly in front of Little Fatty.
"Meng Hao!" The little fat man was immediately surprised. When he spoke, all the southern monks around him were immediately refreshed.
"Master Meng Hao is here!"
"We are saved, Meng Hao is here!"
The monks in the north have also heard of Meng Hao's name. They knew that the first army was killed by a man named Meng Hao. At this moment, hearing the word Meng Hao, many people took a breath and retreated subconsciously.
No matter what method is used, there must be amazing things that can kill hundreds of thousands of people.
As soon as Meng Hao appeared, his momentum immediately formed a deterrent, which directly shocked the minds of the more than 10,000 northern monks. At the same time, Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed slightly towards the coming blue light.
"Scattered!" He said coldly, the blue light immediately trembled, screamed, galloped back, and after biting the northern monk, it still couldn't escape. It shrank in midair and turned into bronze again. Strongly enveloped, he went straight to Meng Hao, and was caught by Meng Hao.
This bronze piece trembled in Meng Hao's hand, as if begging for mercy. Meng Hao glanced at it, and after putting it away, he raised his head and scanned the 10,000 northern monks.
His eyes lit up with a faint glow, and his body stepped forward, and a large amount of red mist immediately dispersed, like a poisonous snake, it went straight to more than ten thousand people, and got into their bodies in the blink of an eye, horribly miserable The cry was suddenly earth-shattering.
And Meng Hao stood on the spot, raised his hands, closed his eyes, and the roar came out. As one after another Northland monks became corpses, a large amount of red mist spread out from their seven orifices. When they returned to Meng Hao's body, he was on his body. Meng Hao opened his eyes when the screams of all the monks in the north disappeared and the corpses fell one by one.
70% to 80% of his skin has grown on his body at this moment, and the same is true on his face, with a white hair wagging, and his whole body exudes a fierce meaning that makes the Southern Territory cultivators nervous and frightened.
"Blood Demon Dafa, the sixth layer... Almost..." Meng Hao muttered, with a cold look in his eyes. He glanced back at the monk in the Southern Territory, only when he looked at the little fat man, the corner of his mouth showed a smile.
It's just that this smile fell in the eyes of the little fat man, but it made him take a breath.
"You..." He hesitated.
Meng Hao didn't say a word, turned around and shook straight to the sky. He was going to the last battlefield, where... Let his blood demon Dafa sixth level be completely successful!
"You're not Meng Hao, who are you!" The little fat man watched Meng Hao flying up, but he didn't hold back for a while and immediately shouted out.
When Meng Hao just appeared before, he was very pleasantly surprised, but immediately after that, he felt a strangeness in Meng Hao, that strange coldness, which made the little fat man feel that the person in front of him was different from the Meng Hao in his memory. .
Very different!
Chu Yuyan was aware of this, but the little fat man was more sensitive here.
The Meng Hao in his memory would not kill like this, would not be so cruel, devour the vitality, blood, life and soul of the monks to practice, this kind of exercise is magical!
This kind of thing, placed in any era, anywhere, will cause shock.
Cruel, ruthless, and seeing life as nothing, this is the most intuitive feeling Little Fatty has for this Meng Hao in front of him. This is exactly the same as Meng Hao, who likes to cheat in his memory!
Meng Hao was in the air, and the figure paused, the little fat man's words echoed in his mind, he did not look back, and disappeared in an instant after a pause.
The sixth battlefield is now on the southern land. Among the second batch of invading monks in the north, the last monk team responsible for blocking them is the Yi Jianzong and some of the Jin Hanzong monks.
The battlefield here is also the only one... the battle situation in which the Southern Territories have the upper hand!
The monks in the northern region had originally more than 20,000 people, but now there are only more than 10,000. The monks in the southern region are constantly counterattacking, killing and roaring, flooding the entire battlefield.
Chen Fan was among them, and Li Shiqi was also here. The light of magic spells and the power of supernatural powers were everywhere on this battlefield.
Chen Fan’s cultivation level has returned to Yuan Ying. He uses a sword. The whole person is like a sword repair. The killing power is amazing. With Li Shiqi, she is covered in blood. She has not practiced the blood demon Dafa, but the blood demon sect’s. Other spells drenched in her hands.
When the roar echoed, the sky turned red in an instant, and red rain fell. The rain appeared so suddenly that it immediately shocked the monks in the southern and northern regions.
At this moment, all of a sudden, those falling rainwater directly turned into a red mist, which was reversed in an instant, and went straight to all the monks in the North, at such a speed that they penetrated one by one in the blink of an eye.
The monks in the Southern Territory were taken aback. When they all retreated, they immediately saw that all the monks in the Northern Territory screamed unprecedentedly at this moment. Their bodies shivered, their hair fell off, and their cultivation bases radiated from their bodies. Even the soul... also flew out from the open mouth and nose.
The same is true for those few giants as high as a mountain in the distance, even those ghost-like things that come from the north are screaming, their bodies blurred, as if they are about to be erased.
All of this caused all the monks in the Southern Territory to take a deep breath. This scene was too shocking, as if this place had become a hell on earth.
As the corpses fell down one after another, the giant as high as the mountain died suddenly, and the ghosts dissipated in the screams, there was a brief silence around at this moment.
In this silence, countless red mists drilled out of the corpses, carrying the blood and blood of these people and their souls, and went straight to the red clouds in the sky.
This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the monks in the Southern Territory here, the red mist rolled back, and when it lifted off, one could faintly see that in the red clouds of the sky, it seemed as if a figure was sitting cross-legged.
This figure is constantly absorbing the red mist!
Meng Hao's skin grew out in the blink of an eye, still resembling a scholar, but on his body, it didn't have the temperament of a scholar in the past, and some were just as cold and ruthless as a blood demon.
With his white hair fluttering, his eyes slowly opened, as if there were red lightning in his eyes. After harvesting the power of the battlefield below, he shook his body and turned and left.
There is an old deceased below, but he is like this, he doesn't want the old to see.
"Living sacrifice!! This is an evil technique, living sacrifice!!"
"Who is the figure in the clouds?" The cultivators of the Southern Territory of the Earth took a deep breath. Some of them had slight changes in their complexions. This scene reminded them of something similar, but there was no such cruel scene.
Chen Fan was silent, looking at the sky complicatedly, without speaking.
Li Shiqi, who was not far away, trembled. She was a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect. Although she did not practice Blood Demon Dafa, she was no stranger.
"It's him… "