Han Xueshan opened her eyes wide, and a strong brilliance flashed in her eyes. Worshiping the strong is one of the laws of heaven and earth. Meng Hao has always been in Han Xueshan's heart, and he has experienced all these scenes.

Finally, at this moment, the figure was extremely strong.

Especially, in her opinion, it seemed that Meng Hao's action this time was because of him.

Thinking of this, Han Xueshan's face turned slightly red, and when she looked at Xian Meng Hao, her eyes were obviously different.

The four elders of Hanxue City took a deep breath at this moment. They looked at the noble Luo Chong, a Taoist scholar, who was almost begging. They felt that Meng Hao was unfathomable.

This unfathomable depth was completely different from their sense of Zhou Dekun. It seemed... Meng Hao was even more terrifying here!

Especially since they saw Meng Hao's alchemy with their own eyes, saw Meng Hao catalyze the thorns to awaken him, and now saw the trembling and fear of Motu Daozi, they paid more attention to Meng Hao than ever before.

"You don't know I'm here, so that's it. It's just this once, and it won't happen next time." Meng Hao said calmly and glanced at Motu Daozi. After hearing this, Luo Chong felt as if he was reborn from death, and his body suddenly relaxed.

, his heart was excited, his body was trembling, and he worshiped Meng Hao again and again.

He felt aggrieved in his heart, but when he saw Meng Hao's understanding, his grievance immediately turned into gratitude. However, the poison was caused by the other party. He should have hated him. All these thoughts turned into complicated thoughts, making Luo Chong feel confused in his heart.

I swear, in this life... I will never meet the other person again.

If he knew that the person in front of him was Fang Mu, then he could be sure that his oath at this moment would be doubled...

"The Western Desert monk next to you is pretty good. Let me study it for a few days and then return it to you." Meng Hao said casually. This was the main purpose of his departure. He glanced around and landed on the flying totem.

The sword is on the body of the Western Desert monk.

This Ximo monk was a young man. His expression suddenly changed when he heard this, but before he could step back, Luo Chong turned his head sharply. Meng Hao's words were his will, and he would not hesitate.

to complete.

"Catch him!" When Luo Chong gritted his teeth and said, the other monks around him only hesitated for a moment, and then immediately took action. No matter how the West Desert monk struggled and screamed, in just a few breaths, he was surrounded by ten people.

Many people captured him directly.

The young man's body was trembling, and there was fear in his eyes.

"It's your blessing that the Demon Lord values ​​you and dares to struggle!" Luo Chong's eyes showed a fierce look. He glanced at the Western Desert monk fiercely. He didn't care what his actions would do to those in the distance.

Monk Mo holds grudges and resentments. For him, pleasing Meng Hao is the most important thing at the moment.

"Sir Demon Lord, there is no need to ask for a loan. This right should be regarded as a tribute to me. I hope you will accept it." Luo Chong said, motioning to the monks behind him, and immediately several people hesitantly carried the young man from the West Desert.

, stepped forward and approached the thorn, threw the young man with a sad and angry face out, and came back quickly.

After doing this, Luo Chong saw Meng Hao showing a satisfied look and carrying the angry and desperate young man back to the city. Only then did he feel truly relieved and quickly clasped his fists. He turned around and ran as fast as he could.

The more than two thousand monks who had followed him quickly flew up and surrounded him. A group of people. The old man wearing a silver mask, with an extremely ugly face under the mask, walked away.

"Motu Palace, give me a satisfactory explanation for Xi Mo." Just as they were about to leave, on the ground, one of the two Nascent Soul elders from Xi Mo spoke calmly, his voice not angry or authoritative,

Spread across the sky.

But just when the words of the old man Yuanying of the West Desert came out, and Luo Chong and his group were about to leave in mid-air, suddenly, a cold snort suddenly came from the entire sky. The sound of the cold snort shook the world in an instant, and turned into

There was a buzzing sound, causing the earth to shake violently, cracks appearing instantly, and even space cracks in the air were forcibly torn open.

It was like this whole world couldn't bear the cold snort and almost collapsed!

At the moment when this cold snort came out, the face of the old man from West Desert who had spoken before changed drastically, and he stepped back a few steps. At the same time, everyone in Luo Chong in the air was also shaken, and everyone was shocked.

Qi stopped, Luo Chong's eyes narrowed, and his breathing became rapid.

All the ferocious beasts on the earth were trembling at this moment, wailing, and lying on the ground. The ferocious beasts flying in the sky were also trembling, and they did not dare to move.

Thousands of monks on the ground were all buzzing in their minds, and their minds were filled with this cold humming sound, making them seem to have lost all ability to think at this moment.

The sky changes color and the earth roars!

In the direction of Holy Snow City, countless sharp thorns directly shattered at this moment, and bursts of sharp screams were heard. At this moment, the entire city, like the ground shaking, let out a roaring sound, and the ice and snow city walls faced each other.

It collapsed directly, and all the five-pointed stars rising in the air were shattered.

Although the entire city's protective formation had been broken once, it was now barely repaired. But with this cold snort, it was shattered again with a roar, and this time it was shattered directly into flying ash.

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Throughout the city, countless houses suddenly collapsed. All the monks on the city wall changed their faces and spurted out blood. Among them were more than a hundred foundation-building monks. Their bodies collapsed and exploded at this moment.

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If the expressions of the four elders hadn't changed drastically, and they all protected the family members, their family would have suffered more casualties, and the price of stopping them was that the four Nascent Soul monks all spurted out blood, especially the old woman.

There was an injury before, but now that it has recurred, his cultivation has plummeted, his body has become sluggish, and he has suddenly become much older.

Meng Hao's expression changed, and he stepped back repeatedly, but he still spit out four or five mouthfuls of blood. When he suddenly raised his head, he saw a sun coming up in the sky at this moment!

That is the black sun. During the day, in the sky where the sun is shining in another direction, a black sun suddenly approaches. If you look carefully, it is not the sun, it is a black-robed monk!

He looks to be about forty years old, but the feeling of vicissitudes of life is much beyond the surface. There is a layer of black light outside his body, which absorbs and swallows all the light around him. Therefore, his arrival,

It gives people the illusion of a black sun.

A powerful and indescribable pressure descended on the world with his arrival.

Behind the black-robed monk, there was a young man with a respectful look and fanaticism in his eyes. He was none other than... Han Xuezong!

"Slay the spirit!!" Meng Hao breathed rapidly and his eyes suddenly shrank.

Not only him, but everyone in the city was feeling thunderous at this moment.

"Greetings to the Spirit-Slaying Ancestor!" Luo Chong looked excited and immediately knelt down in mid-air. All the monks around him were shocked and worshiped together.

On the ground, thousands of monks from the Motu Palace also knelt down and worshiped without hesitation.

"Greetings to the ancestor of the Soul-Slaying Ancestor!"

The faces of the West Desert monks changed one by one, but they did not bow their heads, but just bowed their heads. The two West Desert Nascent Soul monks took a deep breath and bowed their heads slightly.

Meng Hao's heart sank. He looked at the middle-aged man in black in the sky and understood that this war was finally no longer a test, but a soul-slaying monk who could decide everything.

"There are still more than two months before Hanxue Silkworm can be sacrificed and refined..." Meng Hao frowned, sighed secretly, and took out the wishful seal from the storage bag.

"Forget it, since Han Xue Silkworm can't be obtained, we can only think of other ways to overcome the calamity." Meng Hao felt regretful in his heart, but with the arrival of the spirit-killing monks here, everything was doomed.

"If the Mastiff wakes up, if my cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul..." Meng Hao glanced at the black-clothed monk in the sky, and sighed again in his heart. He knew that even if he reached the Nascent Soul, in front of the Soul-Slaying Soul,

Still like an ant.

"Slashing the spirit... I realized the Tao and cut myself three times..." The Soul-slaying Realm is a legendary realm that can be encountered but cannot be sought. There can be many pill formations and many Nascent Souls in the entire earth, but there are many Nascent Souls.

As far as Meng Hao knew, monks in the spirit-slaying realm were extremely rare in the huge Southern Territory, and were often the Tao Yun of a large sect.

Thinking of slaying spirits, Meng Hao could not help but think of his patron ancestor.

As the black-clothed monks came from mid-air, the entire Holy Snow City fell into deathly silence, and despair appeared in everyone's heart. The Hanxue family and other monks all gave up their resistance at this moment.

Han Xuezong's eyes showed a sense of relief, and he followed the black-clothed monks, his eyes sweeping across the Hanxue family members in the city, revealing his coldness and ruthlessness.

But the monk in black suddenly stopped in the sky, about a thousand feet away from Hanxue City, and his eyes were deep, looking down on all living beings with a sense of supremacy, like the majesty of heaven.

Standing there, he seemed to be integrated with the entire heaven and earth, regardless of each other, and seemed to be separated from the heaven and earth, condensing his own way, making it difficult to erase the will of heaven.

Everything around him seems to be centered on his will at this moment, because he has cut off his soul and cut himself off with the first knife. Only people who have reached his level can learn from some clues.

The clues can be seen above.

"Fellow Daoist Hanxue, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and you are still gasping for breath. Why don't you let me see you all the way." The monk in black glanced across the city. There was no monk that he could put in his eyes. What he saw in his eyes was,

Under the city, in an underground palace, on a five-pointed altar, there was a figure that was withered, almost a corpse, and sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"Are you still sleeping? I've tried many times in vain. That's all. This farce should be over." The black-clothed monk smiled hoarsely and raised his right hand while shaking his head.

The entire earth collapsed suddenly, and a sinkhole appeared directly on the earth and under the city!

At this moment, Meng Hao's ears suddenly heard the vicissitudes of the past.

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