Meng Hao looked proud, and as the terracotta warriors reached the top of the mountain, on the top of the mountain, he saw a huge stone wall with a half-moon carved on it.
The moment Meng Hao's eyes shrank when he saw the half-moon, the shadow of the half-moon appeared in his mind naturally.
This stone wall cannot be taken away, cannot be branded, it seems that it can only be seen, and it will be remembered in his heart with only a glance, but Meng Hao noticed it, as if he could only remember nine days.
After nine days, the picture of this half month will disappear, unable to remember.
"Is this Mingyue... Need to see all of the nine mountains within nine days?" Meng Hao smiled. It is difficult for others, but for him, it is very simple.
"It really is my blessed place." Meng Hao sighed and took a picture of the terracotta warriors, and immediately the terracotta warriors went straight down the mountain and went to the second mountain.
Jiu Ming Mountain, since the creation of the first generation of ancestors in the old age, has never been the way it is now. In Meng Hao's advancement, everything that can be raided will be put in a storage bag.
All obstacles, all fierce beasts, in front of him, are destroyed...
Even the guardian of the top of the mountain, after seeing the terracotta warriors, his heart roared in fright, afraid to show up, allowing Meng Hao to cross the second mountain, the third mountain...
Meng Hao didn't remember how many kinds of inheritance he had obtained, and how many kinds of spells he had obtained. He didn't have time to sort it out, but he immediately accepted everything that could be put in a storage bag.
"Blessed Land!"
"These, after going out, maybe you can get a lot of good things in the family." Meng Hao became more excited. Here, he felt a feeling of getting rich for the first time.
This feeling made him excited, and when he galloped, he passed the fourth and fifth mountains.
On the rock wall on the top of the mountain, all the half-moon murals were branded in Meng Hao's mind, becoming clearer and faintly, as if there was a strong coercion, following the branding in his mind, spreading out of his body.
Time passed day by day, and three days later, Meng Hao came to the Eighth Mountain.
At this moment, near the top of this mountain, there is an old man in black. He is frightened. He is holding a jade slip in his hand. Over the past three days, he has observed the jade slip from time to time and clearly sees the light spot that represents Meng Hao. , Appeared near Jiu Ming Mountain where he was.
When he noticed that Meng Hao had chosen the first mountain, he breathed a sigh of relief with a sneer in his heart. He felt that the other party might not dare to walk the mountain where he was, and wanted to avoid it, and wondered whether he should look back to the other party.
But soon, this idea was completely shattered, because he was amazed to see that the other party actually only spent a few hours before... directly through the first mountain.
Then, for three days, he watched the other party rush through the first mountain and came to the eighth mountain where he was. This scene caused his scalp to explode, making his head buzzing constantly, and his heart beating. He wished he could break through the mountain immediately and escape quickly.
He doesn't know how the other party got here, it doesn't matter, because no matter what method he uses, once he meets the other party, he will undoubtedly die.
"What to do, what to do..." When the black-clothed old man saw the jade slip, Meng Hao's light spot appeared on his eighth mountain, and after approaching him at a terrifying speed, the old man breathed quickly and became flustered.
In just a few hours, he saw... from the bottom of the mountain, Meng Hao, who was roaring all the way, rushing towards him, and... the terracotta warriors under Meng Hao, as well as the aura that made him muffled.
"The breath of quasi-dao supreme!!"
"This... this..." At this moment, the old man suddenly understood everything, especially when he looked at this statue very familiar. When he suddenly remembered the origin of this statue, his legs softened, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his whole body. .
He was breathing fast, and his thoughts turned around in an instant. After a breath, at the moment when Meng Hao and the terracotta warriors came, the old man took a deep breath, his expression was extremely serious, and he clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Meng Hao.
"Old man Fang Daohong, see Young Master Hao!"
"The young man must have been surprised to see the old man here. It was Fang Xiushan who was shameless and shameless. He made promises to the old man and let him come here to kill the young man. But Fang Xiushan didn't even know that the old man was upright and he always admired Fang Xiufeng. Your lord, how can you help the villain Fang Xiushan!"
"So, the old man promised Fang Xiushan, but the real purpose is to protect the son, son Hao... Well, when you were young, I even hugged you..." The old man hurriedly said.
At the moment when the old man’s words came out, the terracotta warriors appeared in front of the old man during his steps. The one-foot-tall body was not huge, but it also had a certain sense of oppression, especially the quasi-dao breath from the terracotta warriors. Let the old man's body tremble, swallowed, squeezed out a smile, and made himself as harmless as possible.
Meng Hao sat on the terracotta warrior and looked down at the old man.
"When I was young, did you hold me?" Meng Hao asked calmly.
"Yeah yeah, Mr. Hao, I really hugged you. You were very cute when you were a kid, and you are very beautiful..." The old man nodded quickly, he really rarely said flattery, and said with his scalp at the moment.
Meng Hao thoughtfully, glanced at the old man, and nodded.
"Well, in that case, you will drop the cultivation base to the fairyland first, I will leave the restriction, and then you will listen to my arrangements." As soon as Meng Hao's words came out, the old man's heart was shaken, but before he refused, the breath of the terracotta warriors , Like a mountain, pressed on his body, the feeling of life and death crisis made the old man pale and shed cold sweat.
He cursed Fang Xiushan madly in his heart, and his hatred of Xiushan had reached an indescribable level, and he was even more bitter and deeply regretful.
Especially when he saw the cold light in Meng Hao's eyes, his heart trembled, he was silent for a moment, then he let out a long sigh, raised his right hand without hesitation, and crashed directly toward his chest.
When the blood spurted out, the meridians in his body were constantly broken, and the surviving cultivation base fell from the extinguished light and became the peak of the fairyland.
Meng Hao was unmoved. There are terracotta warriors here now, and this talent will be like this. If Meng Hao is here without the protection of terracotta warriors, then this old man must have a cold face, and he will not hesitate when he kills himself.
For the enemy, Meng Hao would not have the slightest pity for him, and he was merciful if he did not take the life of the old man directly.
Seeing the old man's cultivation base fall, Meng Hao raised his right hand, and the demon seal sixth forbidden was unfolded. Immediately, black and white auras appeared around his right hand. Surrounded by these two auras, Meng Hao's face was also reflected. Black and white are uncertain, and the feeling is even more weird.
The old man's scalp was numb, and the two breaths of black and white made him startled again.
"Master Hao... This... What kind of restriction is this?" The old man hesitated for a moment, and asked carefully.
"It's a door restriction that I accidentally learned in the first few days, and I'm still familiar with it, but don't worry, I'm sure this time, the lower your cultivation base, the greater your chances of success." Meng Hao saw He glanced at the old man, and the old man's complexion changed as soon as he finished speaking.
"Just learned in the first few days? Still familiar? This time I'm sure?" The old man sweats more on his forehead, and he feels strongly that the strangeness of the black and white qi is as if he wants to suck in his own soul. I have a hunch that if the other party fails to ban, then he will die miserably in all likelihood.
Seeing that Meng Hao was about to point at himself, the old man immediately raised his hand and shouted.
"Wait..." He said, stepping back a few steps. At the same time, the right hand of the Terracotta Warriors was suddenly raised, and the big sword in his hand was full of murderousness, so that the old man's footsteps were immediately stopped.
He was pale, under gritted teeth, his right hand continuously bombarded his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, he was seriously injured, his cultivation base fell into a fairyland, comparable to the realm of questioning, then he put down his hand, his face was pale, and he looked towards with a wry smile. Meng Hao.
This brutal force caused Meng Haoduo to look at the old man and immediately pointed his right hand. The black and white qi flew out in an instant, and directly penetrated into the old man's body. The moment he penetrated, the old man's body trembled fiercely and screamed. At the same time, gray runes appeared on his body continuously, and these runes seemed to grow out of his body and walk down the skin.
Meng Hao stared at the old man. This time he used the sixth ban and changed his method. If he didn't succeed, he would change another method.
As time passed, the old man’s screams became weaker and weaker. After a stick of incense, suddenly, the old man’s body suddenly stiffened, and the runes all over his body disappeared, but a new rune appeared on the center of his eyebrows, banging. With a bang, this rune flew out of the old man's eyebrows, and instantly merged into Meng Hao's body.
At this moment, there was a warm current in Meng Hao's body. Then, a villain appeared in his mind. This villain looked like the old man Fang Daohong.
"It's done?" Meng Hao was also taken aback. He tried many times, and this was the first time he succeeded.
Fang Daohong was also taken aback for a moment, and quickly got up. The pain that had only caused him to feel painful just now disappeared. He blinked and moved his body a bit. He didn't feel anything different from before.
"My son, you... Did you succeed?" He asked a little uncertainly.
Meng Hao frowned and looked at the villain in his mind. With a heart move, he imagined that he had slapped the opponent. As soon as this thought appeared, Fang Daohong screamed as if he was swept away by an invisible slap. When he got up with blood, he looked shocked and looked around.
Meng Hao's eyes lit up and imagined that the other party was struck by lightning.
There was no sound, but Fang Daohong screamed again. He felt like he was struck by an invisible thunder.
Meng Hao’s eyes were brighter, and he imagined being burned, flooded, trampled, and crushed by a mountain...
Fang Daohong’s screams, his hair was scorched, his body was wet, and his whole body was bruised. In the end, his whole body was lying on the ground as if being held down by a mountain. All these made him look at Meng Hao with fear. He knew many similar things. Forbidden, but there has never been one, so terrifying and incredible.
He has a feeling of... to be played to death by the other party.
"Is this the sixth prohibition... Life and death prohibition, complete control!" Meng Hao took a deep breath, with a smile on his face.
This smile made Fang Daohong shudder, feeling aggrieved to the extreme, thinking of his grievance, he hated him from Fang Xiushan!