On the high tower, Yu Meng stood calmly in front of Ji Hao and others.
Ji Hao and his group looked up and down at Yu Meng, who was full of exotic charm, and Yu Meng also looked at Ji Hao and his group with equal curiosity.
The whole body exudes intense heat, and standing there is like a big sun hanging in the sky, but behind the shadow of the big sun, there is an infinite mystery hidden, like a black hole that wants to swallow people in. This is Ji Hao .
Fierce and manic, the whole body is radiating with fire, and the pure heat can almost penetrate the void. This is the Zhu Rong clan.
Unpredictable, as if integrated with the whole world, but with a strange feeling that it has jumped out of this world, just like a drop of mercury suspended in the unfathomable sea water, the smooth and shiny surface reflects Dong Gong and Simu in strange scenes.
There is also a strange aura, as if two shadows are firmly imprinted in the void. Through their figures, it seems that you can trace back time and see the story of the ancient world of Pangu. It makes people feel hairy and feels extremely threatened. Taisi.
There are all kinds of things... Although the group of people on the tower are not as good as Yu Meng in terms of strength and aura, but...
Wait, Yu Meng's eyes went beyond the innocence and cuteness, playing with two big hammers, looking at the barbarian of his Tianling Gai with evil intentions, and quickly focused on the sad Taoist and the Lord of Bitter Bamboo Mountain behind Ji Hao.
The two unlucky guys were looking at Yu Meng up and down with a trace of curiosity, a trace of amusement, a trace of disdain and a trace of indifference, with their hands behind their backs and their chins slightly raised. If it weren't for the trace of hostility that Sad Taoist exuded unintentionally, Yu Meng would have even ignored these two Taoists who seemed to have completely integrated with the world.
Taking a deep, deep look at the two Taoists, Yu Meng suddenly became extremely cautious - these two Taoists, he actually ignored their existence. Their strength was definitely not inferior to Yu Meng's. It will be higher, not lower.
Although Yu Meng used the secret method of prayer to become a saint, what he integrated was the way of heaven from the one hundred desert worlds his family had conquered. Yu Meng knew very well that the heritage of Pangu World was not comparable to that of a hundred desert worlds. Innately speaking, a great avenue in Pangu's world may be several times stronger than his most powerful avenue in the desert world!
The aura of the sad Taoist and the master of Buzhu Mountain was unpredictable, and Yu Meng vaguely felt that they were still a little short of a chance to reach the realm of saints. But this does not mean that the strength of the two of them will be weaker than that of Yu Meng... Their fighting power may exceed Yu Meng's imagination.
He is worthy of being the ruler of heaven in a world as extraordinary as Pangu World. He is indeed extraordinary. Yu Meng sighed in his heart and bowed solemnly to Ji Hao and others: "It's really rude to come here uninvited. But as I said just now, things are not quite right these days."
As he spoke, Yu Meng took out an orb made of black gemstones. He touched it casually, and a black divine light rose into the sky from the orb. The light beam hit the ceiling of the tower and quickly spread around, and a huge light curtain was suspended above everyone's heads.
Countless rays of light in the light curtain were distorted and quickly condensed into a moving picture.
In the picture, you can see the extremely exquisite and luxurious marching tents. The local nobles of the Yu tribe, who are arrogant and gorgeously dressed, shuttle back and forth between the tents. They have extremely weird and sinister smiles on their faces, and they are all sneaky. He was as naughty as a rat ready to steal oil. Even when he walked, he had a bit of a vulgar and treacherous smell.
"These days, these parasites from the Panyu world have no intention of sending troops to attack." Yu Meng said in a deep voice: "According to our observation, they have resumed their behavior in Liangzhu. They are fighting for power. , arguing endlessly over some false reputation. In just over a month, nearly a hundred local nobles from wealthy families have been assassinated."
There was a flash of light and shadow, and the scene turned into the interior of a large marching tent.
Hundreds of pretty girls in gorgeous clothes stood aside. On a bed covered with velvet and satin, it could be seen that Ye Motian was lying lazily in the arms of several girls, breathing deeply in an extremely weird way.
Every time he inhaled, Ye Motian's body expanded like a ball. When he exhaled, his flesh and blood shriveled up instantly, turning into a piece of skin that was tightly wrapped around the frame. Between each breath and every breath, dots of black light flickered on Ye Motian's skin, and countless fine magic patterns continued to emerge on his body, and then continued to integrate into his body as he breathed.
Even through this picture, it can be clearly sensed that Ye Motian's strength is soaring at an extremely abnormal speed.
Beside Ye Motian's bed, Lord Tuling, who was three feet away, sat cross-legged on a thick animal skin. He put his hands on his knees and held his golden scepter steadily. There were dark and colorful colors all over his body. The light flashes.
The colorful rays of light are like a peacock's tail floating in a fan shape behind Lord Tu Ling. The frequency of each flash of rays of light is exactly the same as the frequency of Ye Motian's deep breathing. Against the backdrop of the dark, colorful light, the face of the Lord Slaughterer became hazy and transparent, and countless twisted and dim figures could be seen struggling within his body. Then these figures slowly dispersed and gradually merged into the figure behind him. In the colorful light.
It was obvious that Lord Slayer's cultivation was also improving rapidly, and his improvement was even much stronger than that of Ye Motian.
"This man suddenly appeared next to Ye Motian a few days ago. According to our observations, he seems to be acting as a liaison between Ye Motian and the human emperor Xu, and he often appears in the two camps." Yu Meng said coldly. Said: "We suspect that the strange behavior of those local parasites now is inseparable from the strange behavior of Ye Motian and this person."
"You mean, they are deliberately letting their troops die?" Ji Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at Yu Meng.
"They have many reasons to do this." Yu Meng said lightly: "I can find ten or eight excuses at any time. For example, Ye Motian was born in the Yemo family of the Yu Dynasty in the Pangu world. He was also a member of the colonial aristocracy. He had ten There are ten reasons to consume the strength of the local parasites... For another example, Ye Motian, like me, has reached a contract with certain forces, and they intend to consume the military strength of the local parasites... For another example... "
"For example, are they taking the opportunity to improve their cultivation? Are they even doing more unpredictable things?" Qingqiang said coldly and arrogantly.
"Beautiful lady, your wisdom is as amazing as your beauty." Yu Meng complimented Qingqiang very politely: "So, I suggest that we should conduct a tentative attack on these local parasites! "
"Dear Your Majesty Ji Hao, this is also part of the agreement between you and us." Yu Meng said solemnly: "It is in the interest of all of us to eliminate these local parasites!"
(End of chapter)