This punch unleashed the ultimate ghost figure. Although he did not focus on strength, at that extreme speed, Meng Hao could tell at a glance that the millions of figures before were actually blasted out by this opponent at the same time.

Tens of thousands of punches, creating an optical illusion.

Meng Hao's heart was shocked. He could resist this punch, but if there was that young man in black by his side, Meng Hao would face countless dangers when facing ghosts and demons at the same time.

The moment the punch landed, Meng Hao roared, his whole body's cultivation erupted, and he resisted with all his strength. During the roar, he spurted out blood. As soon as his body was thrown out, the young man in black approached in an instant, transformed his magical power, and killed Meng Hao.

Meng Hao looked ugly and blood spurted out again. Before he could change the passive situation, the middle-aged man punched him.

Under the attacks of demons and ghosts, Meng Hao was retreating steadily. His hair was disheveled and he was extremely embarrassed. As he continued to retreat, it seemed that he was completely defeated.

Obviously, it was not Luo Tian's idea to let Meng Hao fail. Not only did he want Meng Hao to be defeated, but he also wanted to devour Meng Hao to complete his Nirvana plan that he has not given up until now.

During the roar, ghost shadows and demonic shadows were working together to kill Meng Hao's Demon Lord's shadow, as if they were going to completely shatter it.

At this moment, a cold snort came out, and the middle-aged man's eyes were full of murderous intent. When he raised his hands, the gate of the ghost world came again immediately, and the big black hand inside, with madness and chilling, blasted out.

, went straight to Meng Hao and grabbed him.

At the same time, the young man in black not far away suddenly swayed, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the black lines on his face almost occupied the entire area. He raised his hands fiercely, and immediately behind him, a five-finger mountain suddenly appeared. Under that mountain

, there is also a tribe, and a bloody moon appears in the mid-air above the tribe and the mountain!

An earth-shattering aura burst out from this illusory scene, forming a force of annihilation. It seemed to bring the whole world, directly shrouding Meng Hao, and merged with the middle-aged man's gate to the ghost world, changing

It changed the surrounding starry sky and changed everything.

Meng Hao had imagined how difficult it would be to fight against Luo Tian's true form, but he never expected that the battle would turn out like this. Until now, Luo Tian has not really appeared, only his eighth transformation has appeared.

At the same time, Meng Hao had to separate some of his thoughts to be wary of the...god that apparently hadn't appeared yet!

Amid the roar, facing the alliance between ghosts and demons, Meng Hao suddenly realized that the world around him had disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a wild world.

As if going back to ancient times, there is a palm-shaped mountain in the distance, a tribe under the mountain, a blood moon in the sky, and at the same time, there is a gate between heaven and earth, and countless ghosts are roaring out of this gate.

They formed a big black hand in the sky, and rushed towards Meng Hao, grabbing at Meng Hao. At the same time, the blurred blood moon actually decomposed at this moment, turning into countless bloody bats, making sharp sounds until

Go to Meng Hao.

All this is not over yet. The world around him is distorted, as if the entire world is the enemy of Meng Hao. In this distortion, it is constantly shrinking, as if it is going to crush Meng Hao here.

The mountain fell, and countless figures appeared in the tribe, rushing to kill Meng Hao. At this moment, every plant and tree here became a means of killing, a life-killing blade!

Meng Hao was silent. A red light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he laughed. The laughter was strange, and the expression on his face also changed unpredictable. Sometimes he was domineering, sometimes ferocious, sometimes he was righteous, and sometimes he was evil.

He raised his right hand sharply and roared.

"Parrot!"

As soon as he spoke, a sharp sound suddenly came from his body, the parrot flew out, and the bronze mirror behind him transformed. You can see that there is a bead on the bronze mirror.

It was the beads that Dong Hu gave to Meng Hao before his death that were fused with the bronze mirror, causing the bronze mirror's power to increase infinitely.

With the appearance of the parrot, the bronze mirror immediately melted and wrapped around Meng Hao's right hand in the blink of an eye, covering his whole body, directly forming a battle armor, especially his right hand. A black warrior came out ferociously, more than three feet long.

,shocking.

As the red cloak fluttered, Meng Hao's entire body's cultivation exploded crazily. Under the blessing of the bronze mirror, his cultivation, his flesh color, and his spirit all rose to the sky.

"Ghosts and demons, so what!" Meng Hao raised his head, and his body suddenly rose into the air. He waved the soldier in his hand and raised it directly. His eyes showed a red light, his expression was changeable, and his laughter was full of laughter.

The stock is overbearing and boundless.

"Give it to me, kill it!" Meng Hao yelled, raised his left hand, and held the soldier with his right hand, raised his hands high, and slashed at the world in front of him... as if it was the beginning of the world, and slashed it with a bang!

With this cut, a huge crack was opened with a rumble. This crack penetrated the world, tearing apart the coming ghost hands, tearing apart the bloody sky, tearing apart countless bloody bats, and tearing apart the whole world.

The many figures that appeared in the tribe even tore apart the Wuzhi Mountain, the earth, and everything.

Boom boom boom!

The entire world was completely torn in half under this strike, completely shattered, and collapsed directly. After being torn apart, everything in Meng Hao's eyes dissipated, and what came into his eyes again was the vast outside.

The broken starry sky is the dust that countless ruins have become. It is the figure of the middle-aged man who is a ghost, spitting out blood and retreating. It is the young man in black, with a sharp look in his eyes, but the same blood spurts out, and he has to be beaten.

Meng Hao's aura forced his body back!

At this moment, Meng Hao's aura changed the color of heaven and earth, made the stars tremble, and even Naluo Tian was frightened.

Wearing a ferocious armor, the soldiers in his hands were trembling slightly. Meng Hao was breathing rapidly. In the starry sky, every breath he took made the starry sky shrink. He raised his head and swept around.

"The last eighth-transformed god, how long are you going to hide?" Meng Hao waved the soldier in his hand, his voice was hoarse, and it echoed with a sense of risk.

Almost at the moment his voice came out, a cold snort, with endless coldness, suddenly came from all directions. Almost at the same time as the sound appeared, a figure approached from a distance like lightning.

There were stars spinning between the brows of this figure. He was dressed in ice, wearing a white robe, and his white hair was swaying. He was ruthless in his indifference, and a monstrous evil spirit erupted on his body.

It was the statue on the Immortal God Continent that Meng Hao had seen before, and it was also the exact same figure that he had encountered before!

The only difference was that Meng Hao knew that this god, devil, and ghost were not themselves, but puppets created by Luo Tian from his memory.
Chapter completed!