The purple-robed old man, who was transformed into a demon, was covered with scales, and even his face changed. His eyes were deeply sunken, his mouth was raised, and his mouth was full of fangs when he opened his mouth. There was a single horn on top of his head that exuded sharp brilliance. There is also a tail, which twists in nothingness when it twitches.
He was shocked by Meng Hao, but at this moment, there was no other way. In the roar, the old demon burned all over his body, and suddenly he was in the cultivation base. It seemed to surpass the other three who only had the soul, and the whole person turned into A storm came straight to Meng Hao.
As soon as he approached, he raised his hands and violently tore them forward.
"Open the sky!" His voice came, roaring and shaking the surroundings, and the space was torn apart a huge crack, as if a mouth was about to swallow Meng Hao, but as the crack approached, Meng Hao gave him a faint look.
One glance, one glance.
The crack instantly collapsed, and the old demon screamed. He felt that Meng Hao’s gaze, like a god, exuded a pressure that he could not bear. Just a pressure, he immediately smashed his hands, flesh and blood. In the blur, his arms burst open instantly.
He jealous, bowed his head violently, and struck deeply with his one-horn, as if to break through the pressure of Meng Hao's eyes, even if he could not destroy the opponent, as long as he hurt Meng Hao, it was worth it.
But at the moment when the horn came, Meng Hao raised his right hand, grabbed the horn, his expression was calm, as if he saw the stern figure of the southern monk killed by this monster old man in the previous scene, and he was silent. With a fierce crack and a click, this corner shattered directly.
The old man screamed, his tail screamed, and he swept over suddenly, but before he got close, his body smashed to pieces, and his fear was like a tide, and he was completely submerged in a sudden, his soul. With extreme horror, he fled into the wild, and when he looked at Meng Hao tremblingly, there were only two words in his mind!
"Invincible..."
Monk of the Earth, all of them took a breath, and everyone around them opened their eyes wide, showing shock.
The Five Great Northerners asked the pinnacle, and the bodies of the four of them collapsed, leaving only the primordial spirit. This is because Meng Hao didn't kill for some reason, otherwise, if he wanted, it would be enough to kill the four at that moment!
Take it easy, invincible! !
Only the strongest in the North, the patriarch of the emperor who was incarnate of the ancient Thunder Dragon, roared to the sky at this moment, with grief, anger, despair, and even... with the intention of begging for death, rushing out frantically.
"Deadly!!" He roared, causing the thunder of heaven and earth to descend, making this place seem to be a thunder pond, and he is the dragon of thunder pond, carrying the thunder of nine days, wanting to die with Meng Hao!
Meng Hao is in midair, the void behind him is distorted, the sky above his head is roaring, the earth under his feet shakes, this world has become a foil for Meng Hao at this moment.
The immortal energy in his body became stronger and stronger. The moment he stood up completely, it exploded, making Meng Hao's whole body radiant. She calmly looked at the coming emperor clan chief. Behind Meng Hao, at this moment, it seemed to be condensed. Everything in the world has turned into... a giant!
This giant looks exactly like him, but it's tall and indescribable. His head can touch the sky and his feet can touch the ground. His whole body exudes amazing pressure. Just pressure makes the earth tremble and makes countless monks on the ground. , I was shocked, in front of Meng Hao, it seemed that his cultivation was completely suppressed.
Faintly, the rules in this heaven and earth surround Meng Hao’s Faxiang. Outside the huge vortex of the sky, the distant starry sky also descends on starlight, making Meng Hao bathed in this starlight, full of extraordinaryness. Refined momentum.
As if supreme!
This huge figure looks similar to the illusory shadow formed behind the monk Wendao when he casts the spell, but it is completely different. The illusory shadow of the monk Wendao was created by magic spells, transforming the once powerful existence into the world. , And the giant behind Meng Hao is a projection of his body!
One is illusion and the other is projection. Although they are all imaginary, the gap and level are the difference between heaven and earth!
Even if one day, Meng Hao is strong enough, when someone gains his approval and says his name, his figure will appear behind him!
This is the fundamental difference!
And this figure has a name called...
Faxiang!
"Dhamma!!"
"He... He actually appeared in the face!!"
"Only immortals can appear in his body!"
The moment the Dharma image appeared behind Meng Hao, the sky and the earth roared, and the world was shocked at the southern sky and earth!
All the questions in the North, West Desert, and South Territories were all short of breath. At this moment, in the ancient sects on the East Earth, there were bursts of unbelievable exclamations.
"As soon as I asked, the cultivation level could not be seen. This is only in the legend, when the physical body and the cultivation base are asking the realm at the same time! This person... Could this person also ask the physical body, this is impossible!! "
"Xianqi, there is a fairy aura on his body, this is not the aura of a fake fairy, this is the aura of a real fairy! He hasn't stepped into the vast fairyland yet, but he has such a breath!"
"Ten thousand years of true immortal road, could it be that the only true immortal of my southern heaven and earth in this lifetime is him!!"
"He actually gave birth to the Dharma Phenomenon, this...this is the legendary, only immortal can condense the magical powers, containing 50% of the power of a true immortal, this son...this son is already a half-step true immortal!! Except for the Ji family and some mysterious existence, no one can suppress it!!"
When all the major sects of the Eastern Territory were making a sensation, Meng Hao stood there in the sky of the southern battlefield, his expression was calm, his temperament was not a bit hostile, but like a mortal scholar, in a blue gown, Even the hair is no longer white, and black hair is restored.
His eyes are very bright, and the huge face behind him exudes tremendous pressure. This pressure is so strong that it makes people feel depressed to breathe.
And the second deity on the other side was full of demonic flames, extremely cold, with evil spirits, and looked at the world with cold eyes.
"Dead!!" The roar came out, and the patriarch of the emperor clan tried everything and turned into an ancient thunder dragon, approaching a blow.
Facing the coming emperor clan chief, Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed forward.
This finger, like the face behind him, raised his hand, and suddenly a finger, as if it had replaced the sky, turned into a huge island, roared, fell in an instant, and met the Primordial Thunder Dragon.
With a loud bang, the Primordial Thunder Dragon collapsed, and the emperor clan chief within it spewed blood, with a look of shock and disbelief. His body stepped back and fell back hundreds of feet continuously, and seven or eight mouthfuls of blood spurted out of the connection, and his body was all at once. Malaise.
"You..." The patriarch of the emperor clan turned pale, Meng Hao's strength, just this finger, immediately caused him serious injury, especially Meng Hao's glance at the moment, immediately made his mind trembled, and he felt an indescribable intensity. The coercion came with a roar like a billowing thunder.
"This little tripod has a destiny for me." Meng Hao's face was a little shy, his right hand pointed, and the thunder tripod in front of the emperor clan chief immediately flew out and landed on Meng Hao's palm.
The patriarch of the emperor clan paled again, spouting another mouthful of blood, his body became old, his eyes showed despair, and the other northern places behind him asked the pinnacle, trembling one by one, looking at Meng Hao with fear.
Meng Hao's eyes swept away, and when he looked at them, all of these people's minds roared, and the soul seemed to collapse.
"Thank you fellow daoists in Xi Mo, this kindness... I will never forget my Southern Territory for generations to come!" Meng Hao retracted his gaze, and bowed deeply to the people in Xi Mo and the guards of the south.
All the guards of the Southern Broken South immediately respected and paid homage to Meng Hao. The same is true for Brother Xi Mo. Meng Hao's toughness, coupled with the past, made Xi Mo regard Meng Hao as his own. .
"This battle is over" Meng Hao swept his gaze, looking at the monk in the north of the earth.
"There is no point in killing more. You have no way to go home. From now on, stay in the Southern Territory and pay the price for your invasion. You can wait for the strength of cultivation to live for generations, and you will not be born in your blood. Since then... you are sinners." Meng Hao calmly spoke. He said, and immediately the world thundered and spoke the law. The word sinner immediately shook the world and imprinted on every monk in the north. In my mind, it will exist forever from generation to generation.
Even at this moment, among the more than one hundred thousand Northland monks, all the Nascent Soul cultivators trembled, the Nascent Soul shattered on their own, and all their cultivation bases fell. In the blink of an eye, there was no one, and the cultivation bases remained in the Nascent Soul!
"And you wait... The Southern Territory broke down after the war, the monks died terribly, and the spiritual energy was thin. It will be the foundation of my future cultivators in the Southern Territory, suppress your five people, live forever, absorb the power of your primordial spirit, and feed back the aura of the Southern Territory!" Meng When Hao opened his mouth, he raised his right hand, and immediately the Ninth Mountain, which had never collapsed on the ground, suddenly lifted, revealing the woman below her who was spouting blood and whose life was hanging by a thread.
And this mountain also went straight to the north to ask the five people.
"This mountain will be called Beixin Mountain in the future!"
At this moment, in the illusory space of the Ji family, the young ancestor who had lost his arms, he took a deep breath, with regret in his eyes, and shook his head.
"The Fang family... the son of Tianjiao, the power of fifty percent true immortal, half-step true immortal... That mark... should be that mark." He muttered, suddenly thinking of something, his eyes showed a strange glow, and the corners of his mouth turned out to be strange. A smile appeared.
"Interestingly, I suddenly remembered that on Dongsheng Star, the main line of the Fang family, before that, there was also a peerless Tianjiao named Fang Wei. I don't know what would happen if the two met."
At the same time, in the Dongtu Tang Tower, the couple looked excited. After looking at each other, they held hands and walked out in a flash.
"It's time to meet..."
"This day, we have been waiting for a long time..."
"Seven-year-old catastrophe, seven-year-old catastrophe, my son has survived this catastrophe, and will be the dragon among people!"