There was the foundation-building elder of Fang Yezong before, and the foundation-building man of Fenghanzong who had a strong murderous desire for Meng Hao. Now, in the entire Zhao country, there are three foundation-building monks in the three sects, and two of them have appeared at this moment.
Meng Hao knew that today’s matter had become a dead end, and it was difficult to break it apart, unless it was to introduce these people into the retreat of the patron ancestor, but the patron’s ancestor’s cave must be opened with the cooperation of the patron ancestor.
With so many things happening between him and his patron ancestor, it is estimated that based on the personality of the ancestor, it is still a matter of two to say whether he can make a move. Moreover, this matter has been carried out once before, and if it is carried out a second time, there are not many people who can be fooled, but after all, we still have to try.
"The three sect leaders and elders are not death!" Almost as soon as the elder of Fang Yezong's foundation was approaching, his right hand was raised, Meng Hao suddenly spoke.
As soon as his words came out, the old man's eyes flashed, and even the Fang Hanzong foundation-building man who was coming at this moment behind Meng Hao's expression condensed.
"They are trapped in the cave mansion of the patron ancestor of the mountain. This cave mansion is there." When Meng Hao opened his mouth, he raised his right hand and pointed to the mountain sect east peak.
The wind-cold sect's foundation-building man's eyes flickered, and he looked at the east peak of the backing sect that Meng Hao was referring to. Fang Yezong's condensing cultivators also changed their expressions one by one, looking at them together.
Only the old man who built the foundation of Fang Yezong laughed when he heard the words, but his smile was a little gloomy, with a faint sarcasm.
"The old man really wants to know, how did you know that the head teachers and elders of the three major sects died." As soon as this word came out, Meng Hao snorted in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.
"However, no matter what you say, catch you and ask about everything." Fang Yezong's old man who built the foundation suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed it towards Meng Hao. Under this grasp, he built a foundation repair. In order to burst out, a big hand appeared out of thin air in front of him, and with a sharp whistling, he went straight to Meng Hao and grabbed it.
Meng Hao quickly avoided without hesitation, but at this moment, the man who built the foundation of the Wind Frost Sect behind him sneered and flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a gust of wind rushed out and went straight to Meng Hao.
These two foundation-building cultivators actually shot at the same time, Meng Hao gritted his teeth, patted his storage bag with his right hand, and immediately a piece of thunder light appeared, turning into a thunder flag!
This flag was grabbed by Meng Hao from the patron ancestor, and could resist the attack of the foundation-building monks. When it dispersed, the thunder flag spread directly and turned into a mist, and the light of thunder in the mist wandered around Meng Hao.
With a roar echoing, Meng Hao spouted a mouthful of blood in the mist, and his body retreated suddenly. The old man who built the foundation flashed his eyes, revealing surprise, his eyes fell on the mist around Meng Hao.
The foundation-building man of Fenghan Sect also gave a soft voice.
Meng Hao’s face was pale inside, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, the internal organs were painful, and blood was gushing out, but Meng Hao forced it to suppress this flag. He needed refining to fully display this flag. Later, he tried to refine, but the time was too short to fully unfold it. At this moment, he could only unfold it halfway, and it was unstable with itself.
"This treasure is good, but you can't work it out. Let's see if you can withstand the old man's foundation-building skills!" Fang Yezong's foundation-building old man said lightly. With a sweep of it, those green hairs flashed suddenly, turned into countless blue silks, flew out, and went straight to the mist around Meng Hao.
As the roar echoed, the foundation-building old man was approaching the fog, and every time the dust in his hand swept over, the fog shrank and shrank.
The base-building man of the Wind Cold Sect sneered, his right hand pinched a finger forward, and immediately his entire right hand became ice in an instant. Under the sway, the ice shattered one after another, but it renewed in front of his fingers. Condensed, turned into a cold hand, and whizzed straight to Meng Hao.
In the blink of an eye, the roaring sound spread from all directions. The blue silk and ice caused the mist around Meng Hao to suddenly shrink. Meng Hao continuously spurted blood from it. If the body pain was about to shatter, his mind kept buzzing. His face was bloodless, and a strong life and death crisis enveloped Meng Hao's body and mind. He clearly felt that the trace of Lei Qi's connection with himself could be cut off at any time.
Once Lei Qi lost contact with himself, even if Meng Hao's cultivation reached the condensing perfection, he still condensed, facing the foundation construction, the gap was too big.
At this critical juncture, Meng Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and his right hand suddenly lifted the storage bag, and suddenly in his hand, an oil lamp exuding ancient flavor appeared!
This lamp is still lit, and its wick is a Yuan Ying who is meditating cross-legged. It is... the Master of Heaven!
Taking the Yuan Ying as the oil and life as the fire, burning blazingly, this is the only way Meng Hao thinks of breaking the game now. His expression is faintly hideous in the flames, and when he slowly raised his head, Meng Hao's eyes revealed murderous intent.
He took a deep breath, and there was a thumping sound inside his body. At this moment, the condensed Dzogchen cultivation base was fully operational. The Dan Sea in his body roared and rolled, and the spiritual power in the meridians rapidly rotated, and all cultivation bases were at this moment. It turned into a breath of cultivation that belonged to his Meng Hao.
Afterwards, he raised his head and looked out of the mist.
The fog covered the oil lamp in Meng Hao's hand and was not seen by everyone outside, and the oil lamp was strange and did not give out the slightest breath.
With a loud bang, the fog around Meng Hao shrank again, and when only ten feet were left, the dusty green silk in the hands of the old man who built the foundation spread instantly.
"Give it to me!" The old man who built the foundation roared, his left hand raised and pointed at the mist where Meng Hao was. In an instant, the mist around Meng Hao collapsed with a bang, and turned into a thunder flag again, flying towards Aside.
"The old man said that if you die today, you must die today!" The old man who built the foundation proudly spoke, raising his right hand, and sweeping away the dust, he was about to fall to Meng Hao.
But at this moment, the old man suddenly saw Meng Hao, who was pale behind the fog, and the oil lamp in his hand. The moment he saw the oil lamp, the old man's complexion suddenly changed.
"This is… "
Meng Hao's eyes were so murderous, he didn't give the opponent the slightest chance, he suddenly opened his mouth, and directly ejected the breath that had been held in his body for a long time.
With this breath, all fell on the flame of the oil lamp, and the flame spread directly and suddenly spread outward. The old man who built the foundation was about to retreat in horror, but the speed of the flame was faster, and instantly It spread to this old man.
The screams of screams were earth-shaking at this moment, and the old man who built the foundation was immediately filled with flames that seemed to never go out. The floating dust in his hands directly became fly ash, his clothes, his body, in the blink of an eye , While the terrible scream was still spreading, it instantly... became flying ash.
This scene happened so quickly that the people around had no time to react at all. The screams of the old man who built the foundation in his ears were still spreading, but the old man who came out of this scream has become a flying ash and was Even the storage bags are burned and shredded without leaving the burned part.
Meng Hao's face was pale, and the oil lamp in his hand trembled slightly. The breath of cultivation was almost all of him, and it was even more shocking by the horror of the flame of the oil lamp.
There was silence all around... At the place where the old man died, there was still a mysterious flame burning out of thin air at the moment, making the sky there twisted.
The screaming voice of the old man gradually became a lingering sound. Gradually, the sound of inhalation suddenly came out. Fang Yezong's eight or nine cultivators watched this scene blankly, with expressions of unbelievable expression.
"Elder Chen, he..."
"This is... what kind of fire?"
"It's impossible... Elder Chen is a foundation builder, how could he die in the hands of Meng Hao..."
They couldn't believe that the dignified foundation-building powerhouse actually... was burned to death by a fire, and the person who released the fire was actually just a condensing monk. This is impossible in their consciousness. The foundation-building monk can never be killed by condensation.
No matter how weak it is to build the foundation, it is absolutely impossible to die in the hands of the Condensing Qi cultivator.
But now, everything in front of them had reversed their minds, causing the minds of these eight or nine people to roar constantly. When they looked at Meng Hao, they were already shocked.
But they didn’t know that what was even more shocking at this moment was the foundation-building man of the Cold Wind Sect. His face was pale and his mind was trembling. Fear.
He is scared. As a foundation-building monk, he rarely knows what fear is in Zhao Guo. But now, he is scared. It is not even appropriate to use fear to describe it. That is fear!
If it were not that he was not very close from beginning to end, then it would be not only the old man of Fang Yezong who died at this moment, but he would definitely be there.
At this moment, his mind was trembling and his face was pale. He looked at the oil lamp in Meng Hao's hand, and the fear in his heart was even stronger. The Qi condensing disciples didn't know what the fire was, but he saw the clues.
"The fire of Yuan Ying, this is a person's Yuan Ying, igniting the fire of Yuan Ying formed after life! This flame can not only burn the foundation, but even if it encounters the pill, it will undoubtedly die!" Feng Hanzong, the foundation building man At this moment, he was short of breath. When he saw Meng Hao looking at him, his scalp was numb, and his body stepped back subconsciously, not daring to approach him. At this moment, he didn't care about his face as a foundation monk.
Meng Hao held an oil lamp and a flying sword under his feet. He raised his left hand and immediately the thunder flag flew over and was put in his storage bag. At this moment, he was running the cultivation base while coldly watching the wind-cold sect's complexion. Base man.
But at this moment, suddenly, outside this backer sect, the sky roared, and there were three large Changhong rainbows that were more than ten feet wide. There were a lot of ripples, and they whizzed out in an instant.
In these three changhongs, there are three old men who seem to have just crawled out of the tomb. These three old men are full of wrinkles, and their bodies are full of lifelessness, but while this lifelessness is lingering, they are majestic repairs. For the breath to erupt, the strength of this breath, even though it hasn't reached the Yuan Ying, it is already the Great Perfection of Pill Formation.
Meng Hao sank in his heart and grasped the oil lamp in his hand. At this moment, he has spent nine out of ten of his cultivation bases, and he has used all of his breath on the previous flames. The only support at this moment is the deterrence of this oil lamp.
They were so fast, as they were approaching, the wind-cold sect's foundation-building man suddenly showed joy, but suddenly, the whole sky went dark, and there was an aura far beyond the three ancestors of the fake baby realm. For a moment, it directly enveloped the entire country of Zhao, enveloped this piece of sky and land.
A huge bell appeared in the sky of the patron sect, and a coercive voice with a gloomy voice spread from all directions.
"Patron ancestor, get out for the old man!"
The sound was thunderous, the momentum was overwhelming, and the roaring roar made the surrounding flying snow light curtain directly collapse and shatter. Here, the eight or nine Fang Yezong Qi condensing disciples immediately spewed blood, and their bodies burst open. Suffer and die.
Meng Hao also shook his body here, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes contracted when he raised his head.
The foundation-building man of the Fenghanzong also changed his complexion, and the three three ancestors who came in mid-air at this moment also looked shocked and did not dare to fly. An old man in a green shirt said to pay respects.
The old man in green shirt stood on the clock, and the wind blew his clothes. Behind him, the color of the wind and clouds changed. His eyes were closed. The pupil of his left eye was like a hot sun, emitting a strong bright light. There was also a crack on his brow, and it was deep inside, as if there was an eye too, but outsiders could not see the eye clearly, only a thick bloody light could be seen.
Heavenly Master!