Fireballs flew out and landed on a corpse. Although there was still blood in the surrounding area, there was a lot of burnt smell in the surrounding area, which was very unpleasant.
Meng Hao took away all the storage bags and smelled the pungent smell. When he looked towards Beihai, he was silent for a moment and turned away.
"Zhao country can't stay any longer... I should leave here." After the people of Qushuizong appeared, Meng Hao had guessed that the three major sects of Zhao country had already known the deaths of their respective head teachers and elders. Afterwards, there should be a large number of monks gathering this mountain range, looking for the cause of death of the elders of their respective sects.
Meng Hao frowned and raised his head to look into the distance. A map of the Southern Region appeared in his mind. It was clearly outlined in it. After crossing this mountain, he walked across a vast plain and stepped far out of the country of Zhao. Borders.
"Although this road is close, it is turbulent here now, so you shouldn't stay for long." Meng Hao changed his direction, staying away from the mountain range of the backing sect, and left Zhao Guo from other directions.
Making up his mind, Meng Hao galloped immediately, but before he could go far, suddenly Meng Hao's eyes shrank, and his body immediately sank to the ground. His brows were furrowed, and he stared coldly at the front about dozens of miles away. The light curtains scattered from the sky and turned into blizzards, covering the entire mountain range and the surrounding area outside the backing sect.
Especially in the distant sky, at this moment, there is a middle-aged man wearing a black robe. This jade is scattered, covering all directions, sealing this place.
Beside this old man, there were seven or eight condensing cultivators, and these cultivators looked solemnly. From their clothes, Meng Hao recognized that these people were the disciples of Fenghan Sect.
"It's worthy of being the three major sects, even if so many elders of foundation building have died, there are still foundation building cultivators appearing." Meng Hao's heart sank, and this seal also blocked the way he was leaving here. There was no way. He left, but before Meng Hao could continue to check, his expression changed, and his body suddenly retreated, only to see the snowy light curtain covering all directions of the mountain range where the backer sect was located. At this moment, it shook suddenly, unexpectedly quickly. shrink.
Wherever he passed, the mountains and forests of the earth immediately turned into ice, and its speed was so fast that as it shrank, it went straight to where Meng Hao was. The flying snow seal was not aimed at Meng Hao, but it was a regular change in the process of the seal itself. This kind of contraction would not last, and often the contraction of a hundred miles would gradually stop.
But Meng Hao is not far away here, it is within the shrinking range of this seal. At this moment, he has no time to take into account the traces of exposure. The moment the seal approached, he immediately stepped on his sword and flew up, turning into a Changhong to retreat quickly. , His figure was immediately seen by the monks of the Wind Frost Sect in the distance.
"This person is..."
"He is Meng Hao, I have seen his portrait!"
"It's actually Meng Hao, the head teacher and others are going to find him, hold this person, and you can know what happened!" Each of the cultivators of the Fenghan Sect immediately pierced their eyes, showing unkindness.
"You wait to catch him, I am here to consolidate the seal, and I still need a stick of incense." The foundation-building man of Fenghanzong spoke decisively at this moment. The seal has just been used by him. At this moment, he can't leave, but he sees. Come, it's hard to fly with Meng Hao's wings.
As soon as the words came out, the seven or eight Wind Frost Sect cultivators immediately whizzed away, spreading out at full speed and chasing Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he slid quickly, the flying snow light curtain shrank in all directions behind him, and the seven or eight Wind-Cold Sect monks were chasing after him.
While galloping, as the wind and snow light curtain gets closer and closer, finally when Meng Hao's body is still ten feet away, he slowly stops, no longer shrinks, but becomes a snow and ice mask, hovering around the patron mountain range. .
But the ice and snow seal is not completely strong, but ripples and twists appear from time to time. If Meng Hao is in the nine layers of Qi Condensation, he can't see the clue, but now as a monk of the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation, he gradually sees this seal. Lasts too long.
"Since you can’t go out, then you have to make a bloody road. You have to climb the mountain as fast as you can. Look at the seal. It shouldn’t take a long time to release. By then, you’ll cross the mountains. When I left." Meng Hao gritted his teeth, he knew that this method was a bit reluctant, but now there is no other way to go, hiding is not a long-term thing after all, you need to take the initiative to break the situation.
There was a sudden flash of light in his eyes, Meng Hao simply stopped retreating, but stood there, watching coldly the seven or eight Wind Frost Sect cultivators coming quickly.
"There are a total of eight people, two people on the 9th floor of Qi Condensing, four people on the 8th floor of Condensing Qi, and two on the seventh floor of Qi Condensing. They all have flying magical weapons. It seems that the three cases are in a hurry this time. Price." Meng Hao’s eyes fell on the foundation-building man farther away. This person now maintains the formation and cannot move, but as a foundation-building monk, he is extremely pressured. When Meng Hao looked at him, he was also cold. Looking at Meng Hao coldly.
The moment the two people’s eyes touched invisibly, the eight Wind-Cold Sect cultivators had already rushed into the light curtain of Feixue. This seal was weird. Outsiders could enter, but they could not leave.
Almost at the moment when the eight people grinned, Meng Hao moved.
He lifted his right hand, and fell forward with a punch as he stepped. This punch blasted out, and the monk of Meng Hao Ning Qi Dzogchen suddenly broke out. In the roar, all the bodies of these eight people were going forward. The face of the person changed immediately.
At the same time, Meng Hao stepped down, the flying sword in his hand whizzed up, and the two wooden swords went away in an instant. The screams came out, and the two disciples of the seventh layer of condensing Qi suddenly flew up.
"First breath." Meng Hao meditated on the time. The foundation-building monk said it was a stick of incense. No matter whether it was true or not, Meng Hao would not believe it. Kill.
At the moment when the wood sword whizzed, the remaining six people shook their hearts and immediately urged the magic weapon, but Meng Hao turned and took a step, his body was directly approaching the front of a Qi Condensing Eighth-layer cultivator, not using the magic weapon, but directly hitting his shoulder.
Boom, the person who was hit by Meng Hao suddenly spewed blood, and his body was directly sunken. When his body retreated, Meng Hao raised his right hand with a wave, and a huge fire python of nearly twenty feet roared out, condensing his breath in another. The monk screamed in horror and swallowed it.
"Fourth breath." At the time of the four breaths, Meng Hao had killed four people. At the moment, the remaining four people were shocked. Hao's shot, his strength of cultivation spread, that made these four people tremble unfathomably.
The man who built the foundation of the Wind Cold Sect in the distance changed his expression drastically. Before, Meng Hao's cultivation base was only nine layers of Qi condensing, but during these few breaths, the opponent's cultivation base continued to climb.
"Sixth breath." Meng Hao pinched the tactics with both hands, and the sword light of the two wooden swords spread, sweeping the two condensing eighth-layer monks, even if they took out the magic weapon to resist, they still screamed and were pierced. Through the heart, the body fell directly to the ground.
Now, there are only the two nine-layer condensing cultivators. The two of them are pale, and they regretted chasing after them. When Meng Hao looked at him coldly, the two nine-layer condensing cultivators were nothing. Hesitantly dispersed immediately, and quickly escaped from two different directions.
Meng Hao looked indifferent. He raised his right hand to pinch the tactics to one of them and cut the void. Suddenly, a huge wind blade measuring five or six feet long, set off a sharp whistle and left instantly. At the same time, Meng Hao slapped his storage bag, and the black bow was in the air. Pulling away, an arrow blasted out like thunder, and went straight to the other person.
"Eighth Breath." When Meng Hao spoke faintly, two roars came out. As the wind blade passed, the ninth-layer cultivator of Qi Condensing was immediately cut in half, and his flesh and blood splashed.
At the same time, the head of the other person exploded directly and was penetrated by the arrow of the black bow.
Eight breaths, kill eight people!
Meng Hao didn't even look at the extremely gloomy foundation-building monk outside the light curtain of Feixue. He turned expressionlessly and turned into a Changhong, and hurried away.
He avoided a lot of monks along the way, but this place was sealed. For those monks on the eighth or nineth layer of condensing energy, he could explore more than half of them in a short time. If he was building a foundation, he would not be able to explore the full range while flying. how long.
He avoided it several times until Meng Hao was in the air at a fast speed. When he was approaching the patron sect soon, there were ten long rainbows in the distant sky, sliding past at an extremely fast speed. Among the more than ten people, The person in the front is a gloomy old man. This person is different from the monks around him. He is not sliding, but is really stepping into the air.
The condensing monk can't do this, the only one who can do this is the foundation-building monk!
"Fang Yezong..." Meng Hao sighed secretly when he saw these people, knowing that after all, he couldn't avoid it today.
"Meng Hao!" Fang Yezong's monk, after seeing Meng Hao clearly, his expression suddenly changed. Especially the old man who built the foundation, his eyes flashed, and his steps took him straight to Meng Hao. .
Meng Hao's eyes were gloomy, watching the foundation-building elder's steps, a coercion belonging to the foundation-building cultivator slowly dissipated from him. This coercion was so strong that all the condensing cultivators around him dared not dare. They approached, stepped back one after another, and even under this coercion, their cultivation base would show signs of instability.
This is the majesty of building a foundation, stepping into the air. At this moment, the aura does not need to be deliberately revealed, but naturally, it is enough to make the condensing cultivator's mind tremble.
But Meng Hao is not an ordinary Qi Condensing monk. He is the 13th-level Dzogchen of Qi Condensation that has never appeared after ancient times. He has spiritual sense, although not much, but even a trace can make his cultivation level. There will be no disorder like others.
His physical body is stronger, his meridians are stronger, and his bones are harder. All of this makes Meng Hao stand there, despite facing the strong foundation building, he still doesn't take a step back.
"It's no wonder that there have been a lot of storms in the country of Zhao. It turned out to be half a step to build a foundation, but today, I said that if you die, you are already dead." The old man who built the foundation said lightly.
At this moment, behind Meng Hao, a changhong roared at an extremely fast speed. In that changhong, it was the murderous Fenghanzong's foundation-building man.
"Since you enter the road of cultivation, you will be at a loss of life and death. I can kill people, and others can naturally kill me. But Meng has to ask you three ways to let your superiors cultivate and transform the mortals of the three counties, which will damage their lifespan, mortals. No, you don’t hurt the monk in the slightest. If you wait for your own benefit and act like this, this matter is not legal, and karma will come sooner or later!" Meng Hao slowly said, this sentence, this question, he has been in his heart for a long time.
"Legal principles? In this world, the strong are the principles of law. If there is real cause and effect, why not see the retribution come?" The old man who built the foundation shook his sleeve and said calmly.
Meng Hao was silent and looked up to the sky.