Two days later, in a valley, a black figure roared up, and a voice came out fiercely with pride.

"Brother Ouyang, don't worry. I'll help you deal with such despicable people. When I lift his head, you and I will have a drink!" As he spoke, the figure flew straight into the air and collided with the approaching golden light.

And go.

On this figure, a huge mountain peak transformed by alchemy energy appeared. Even behind the mountain peak, there was a huge ape transformed into a totem. It roared as if it was lifting the mountain peak and smashing it towards Meng Hao.

Da Tou was not far away, looking at this scene with a moved expression. He finally found a friend from back then who was willing to take action for him.

When he was moved at this moment, Big Head turned around without hesitation and walked away at an extremely fast speed.

But he only flew for about ten breaths when a loud roar came from behind him, and a horrifying scream came out violently, which soon stopped abruptly.

His mind was shaken, and he looked back, and immediately saw the huge ape collapsing, and the mountain breaking into pieces. As for the monk who blocked Meng Hao, his whole body collapsed and fell into pieces, and all of this came from Meng Hao's right hand.

A punch.

Looking at Meng Hao's right fist, Da Tou felt that his scalp was numb again, blood spurted out in shock, and he ran away desperately.

"Ah, when did such a monster appear in Motu? How could I provoke this guy..." Datou became increasingly bitter in his heart, lowered his head and ran as fast as he could.

Dusk of the fourth day...

"Brother Ouyang, don't worry. We, the Nine Saints of Moshan, may not be as good as Brother Ouyang in terms of cultivation, but when it comes to formations, anyone from Nascent Soul to Nascent Soul can be trapped for at least three days!" On a plain, a bald monk picked up a wine glass.

, smile and speak.

Datou looked pale and reluctantly picked up the wine glass, but from time to time he looked into the distance. What he saw was a vast golden light in the sky, and eight figures, heading straight towards the golden light.

"Brother Ouyang, don't worry. Remember not to break your promise to the gilded lizard totem you promised us." The bald monk laughed, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

He had also heard about it in the past few days. He had heard that Ouyang, a member of the third major sect in Dongluo City, had offended a junior who was in the middle stage of the alchemy process and was attacked and injured in a sneak attack, and he chased and killed most of the western Motu.

At this moment, seeing the other party's seemingly frightened look, he despised him even more in his heart, thinking that the other party had only had a false reputation in the past.

"A mere monk who is in the middle stage of elixir formation, there are still people calling him the Golden Patriarch? It's so ridiculous, I, Mo Shanjiu... eh?" The bald man drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and spoke calmly, but he didn't say anything yet.

After saying that, there was a sudden thunderous roar, and the earth seemed to shake. It was obviously noon, but on the battlefield in the distance, a starry sky appeared!

When the bald man was surprised, Ouyang's mind buzzed, and his face showed sadness. He threw the wine glass without hesitation, dropped his right hand to his chest, forced out a mouthful of blood, unfolded the secret technique, and ran away in an instant, escaping.

It was extremely fast and the movements were even more skillful, which made the bald monk look stunned.

The bald man subconsciously showed sarcasm on his face, but before the sarcastic expression could dissipate, suddenly, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, and a strong crisis suddenly emerged. He turned around suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be struck by thunder, and he was stunned.

He looked at a young man with an elegant appearance and a golden light all over his body. He didn't know when he appeared next to him. He picked up the wine bottle, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

"You..." The middle-aged man's scalp exploded, and he glanced into the distance with his peripheral vision. What he saw were the bodies of his eight companions falling in mid-air.

He took a breath and stepped back suddenly, but the next moment, his world turned dark.

"I am willing to submit to the Golden Ancestor!!" At the moment when the world was dark, the bald monk spoke without hesitation. In the next breath, his world returned to light.

The hunt continues on the seventh day!

The big-headed monk did not choose to escape back to his sect, because as an ancestor of the sect, he took with him all the elders of the sect when he went out. Today, the monks in the sect only build foundations and do not form pills.

Even the sect's grand formation, with his current state, could not maintain operation. If he brought people back to the sect and stayed in one place, he felt that he would definitely die.

All he could do was escape, he could only escape to the influence of familiar people one after another, but most of these people were similar to his cultivation level and did not have Nascent Soul.

After all, in Motu, Yuanying is already the strongest person that can be seen on weekdays. If it were any other time, he might be able to find a few Yuanying casual cultivators, but now... Motu is about to be in chaos, no matter it is

Both the Nine Cities Alliance and the Motu Palace were extremely concerned about the Nascent Soul cultivator, and tried their best to win over and recruit him, so that Datou was not qualified to ask for him at all.

At this moment, he could only escape one place after another, struggling hard. He also wanted to go to Dongluo City, but he knew in his heart the cruelty of the Motu monks. In this state, he had no value to Dongluo City.

He would stand up for himself. If he had agreed to join the Dongluo family before, it would be easy to say that the Dongluo family would have to come forward.

But before, I was selling for the sake of waiting for a price. I only said that I would consider it, but did not agree. In this way, it would be difficult for the Dongluo family to help.

"Damn it, when did such a monster appear in Motu!" The big-headed monk cursed in his heart. Suddenly he saw a golden light shining behind him from the corner of his eye. He suddenly got excited, spurted out blood again, and whizzed away. During this period of time, he felt

I had almost spurted out a lifetime of blood. At this moment, my face was pale, and my injuries were secondary, more due to the gradual scarcity of blood in my body.

But he had no other choice, he couldn't fight, so he had to escape.

Behind the big-headed monk, the golden light was overwhelming at the moment. In this golden light, Meng Hao's figure roared forward. Behind him, there were nearly four hundred monks following in the distance, all of whom were among the forces that had been tricked by the big-headed monk along the way.

Faced with life and death, those who choose to surrender.

Among these people, the bald monk from Mo Mountain who was in the middle stage of alchemy formation was also among them. At this moment, more than 400 people were roaring and looking at the golden light outside Meng Hao's body in front of them from a distance.

With a large number of people, in seven days, this group of people had already become famous in the western area of ​​Motu. Wherever they passed, they were overwhelming, especially the golden light all over Meng Hao's body, which he deliberately dispersed.

Full of shock.

The name Jin Guang Patriarch was first announced by someone, and it gradually spread, making most of the nearby forces aware of these four words.

One day later, Datou was exhausted to the limit, but he gritted his teeth and moved forward, heading straight for a high mountain ahead. This mountain was dangerous, with black water at the bottom, and three to five huge vultures flying around on the top of the mountain, sometimes making unpleasant neighing sounds.

On the top of the mountain, three old men were sitting cross-legged. Except for the old man in the middle wearing a seven-color robe who was in the late stage of pill formation, the remaining two were in the middle stage of pill formation.

The three old men all looked ugly at this moment. Although they were sitting cross-legged and meditating, their cultivations were obviously in motion. They were vigilantly staring at the big-headed monk approaching from the outside world and the golden light filling the sky behind him.

"Damn it, it's Patriarch Jinguang!"

"The news about Patriarch Jinguang's pursuit of Ouyang has spread all over the world in the past few days. Everyone who helped Ouyang was eventually brutally killed by Patriarch Jinguang!"

"I heard that more than ten pill-forming monks have died in the hands of Ancestor Jinguang...the weakest among them were in the middle stage of pill-forming, and two of them were in the late-stage stage!"

"You have forgotten the three major sects in Dongluo City, and the ancestors of the other two major sects. Ouyang was hunted down like this. They haven't appeared yet, and it seems that they are in danger. If they are included, they will die at the hands of this cruel Jinguang ancestor.

In the late stage of pill formation, there are four people!"

The three of them all had extremely ugly faces. They had some friendship with Da Tou, but their friendship was not enough to resist the Jin Guang Ancestor. But from the look of Da Tou, it was clear that he wanted to take refuge here.

"Three fellow Taoists, help me!!" Datou spoke hurriedly, his voice pleading. With his status and cultivation, he could shout like this, which shows the misery of his life. The voice reached the top of the mountain and fell into the hands of the three elders.

In their ears, they couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"You three, do you want to join in too?" Meng Hao roared over, his body covered with golden light, making his figure look golden at first glance. At this moment, he spoke lightly, but his voice was thunderous and spread all around.

The expressions of the three old men changed, especially the two old men with a slightly lower cultivation level. Their minds were buzzing, their faces turned pale, and the pills in their bodies were shaking. This scene immediately made the three of them take a breath.

I couldn't help but think of the rumors about this Jin Dan ancestor from the outside world these days.

The monks swallowed the pills alive, and no one survived, and the killings were monstrous, and the methods were brutal!

This is exactly the description about Meng Hao that was spread out for some reason. In fact, during this period, he did not kill many people, and most of them were killed by the hundreds of people behind him.

Almost at the moment Meng Hao finished speaking, among the three elders on the mountain top, the cultivator in the seven-color robe with the highest cultivation level stood up suddenly, with a smile on his face, and he cupped his fists and bowed.

"Greetings to Patriarch Jin Guang, we will never get involved in the matter between you two." After saying that, he stamped his feet, and a light curtain instantly appeared, covering the mountain peak, preventing the big head from getting in at all.

The big head let out a cry of sorrow, spurted out blood, launched his secret technique, and escaped again. He was now skin and bones, and his body was extremely thin, which made the huge head even more obvious. He was flying in the air at the moment, as if his body would lose the strength to support the head at any time.

, causing the head to pull the body directly and fall.

With a face full of grief and anger, he galloped away.

Two more days passed, and Datou sadly discovered that wherever he went, all his friends from the past began to form formations to prevent him from going, as if he had become the god of plague.

There was even a force that opened the formation too slowly. After he broke in and asked for help, the other party immediately turned against him and attacked him, as if he was afraid that the Jin Guang Patriarch who was chasing behind him would misunderstand.

Along the way, Datou was completely in despair. Now he was in mid-air, staring blankly at the desolation around him. The feeling of being unaccompanied made him lose all the strength to escape. He turned around with a pale face and looked at the roaring people.

Meng Hao.

"Aren't you going to run away?" After more than ten breaths, Meng Hao appeared in front of Da Tou and spoke calmly.

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I sent the wind chimes away, started typing, and spent the past few days talking over wine, because we are brothers, Ergen did his best to entertain!

But you are also Ergen’s brothers. This battle is about the glory of brothers and sisters, and about Ergen’s perseverance. This month... we have to fight the same!

Tomorrow the ear root will continue to break out. Brothers and sisters, our monthly tickets have been stretched far away. Are you discouraged? I am not. On the contrary, it has aroused a fighting spirit. Let us fight without regrets this July! (Not finished yet)
Chapter completed!