The entire city suddenly collapsed, and everyone's bodies were crumbling. Some people wanted to fly up, but they suddenly discovered that their cultivation was lost at this moment, unable to function at all.

At the same time, Meng Hao's right hand was firmly holding the Ruyi Seal. It would take more than ten breaths for this seal to open. It was emitting light at this moment. But at this moment, Meng Hao's ear heard the vicissitudes of sound.

came slowly.

"Let go of your mind and communicate with your thorns. I am about to die. I will give you a great blessing in return for your kindness in protecting our bloodline these past few months."

The voice was old and weak. It was the person who told Meng Hao how to control the thorns before. Meng Hao knew who this person was, but now he hesitated.

With the Ruyi Seal, Meng Hao felt that he was still certain that he could leave this place safely. However, if he followed the voice's instructions and faced such an old spirit-killing monster, Meng Hao knew that no matter how cautious and careful he was, he would not be able to escape.

Nothing to make up for.

"There is no time. If I really want to seize the body, there is no need to wait until now. Why are you, a junior, still hesitating? Do you really think that your ancient Ruyi Sect Seal can escape in front of the Soul-Slaying Monk?"

"What good fortune will the senior give to the junior?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his thoughts came out. At this moment, a large area of ​​the city collapsed, a strong suction force suddenly came from below, and shrill screams swirled around. Meng Hao didn't need to look at it.

You can feel that the city at this moment is rapidly falling into the sinkhole below.

The power of cultivation has been imprisoned on a large scale, but Meng Hao's perfect golden elixir is no longer within this confinement. This is his biggest reliance to escape from here.

"I will give you the understanding of how to slay spirits, and open a window for you to slay spirits in the future. It will also leave a glimmer of hope for my people..."

The ground roared, blocking the old man's words. Half of Holy Snow City had been completely shattered and absorbed by the sinkhole below. Even from Meng Hao's peripheral vision, he could see the collapse of the city's ground not far away.

In a dark pit, bursts of gloomy aura continued to disperse, turning into black energy, lingering around the world.

It was at this time that the preparation time for Meng Hao's Ruyi Seal was over. Meng Hao did not hesitate anymore and pinched it fiercely. But with this pinch, his expression changed again.

The Ruyi Seal has no effect!

With a bang, the city on the other side of Meng Hao collapsed again, and shrill screams continued to be heard from all around. Even Meng Hao felt a huge suction force rapidly emerging from the sinkhole below. Countless people around him

The black energy wrapped around him, seeming to pull him into the sinkhole.

At this critical moment, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly showed a hint of determination.

"Junior agrees!" The moment his words came out, his mind immediately relaxed. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness spread, making contact with the thorns that were not completely dead in the city, but still existed.

At the moment when Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness connected with the thorns, suddenly, in the underground palace below the collapsed city, which could not be shaken by the suction of the sinkhole, the withered figure sitting there cross-legged suddenly raised his right hand.

, pinched out a seal.

The moment the seal appeared, Meng Hao immediately felt that the thorns existing in the collapsed city suddenly spread crazily. In the blink of an eye, they spread directly to the area under the city that had begun to collapse.

In the underground palace, the moment it spread into the underground palace, it turned into countless sharp thorns and went straight to the mummy that had been sitting cross-legged in the underground palace for who knows how many years.

It penetrated directly and penetrated in. At the same time, the thorns seemed to become a connection, connecting Meng Hao and the mummy, so that they were obviously two people, but at this moment, they seemed to have become one!

An indescribable shock exploded crazily in Meng Hao's mind.

The roar reverberated, and veins bulged all over Meng Hao's body. His face was distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, his body was shaking, his body seemed to be torn apart, his soul was tingling, and his spiritual consciousness was at this moment.

, seems to be about to collapse!

A powerful aura suddenly exploded on him.

This aura is not a pill formation or a Yuanying, but...a spirit-killing!!

The moment the breath burst out, Meng Hao's mind kept roaring, and he heard a roar.

"I, the ancestor of the Hanxue Clan, realized the Tao on the day of the storm, and executed the first sword in his life when he was a thousand years old!"

This was clearly just a voice, but when it echoed in Meng Hao's mind, the voice formed a picture. Within the picture, there was an endless storm. This storm connected the sky and the earth, and was filled with lightning. When the earth shook, it was endless.

In the storm that seemed to tear the Yuanying monk to pieces, a vicissitudes of life appeared.

The figure was a middle-aged man, tall and wearing a long robe, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Future generations of clansmen, please remember my name, Han Xue Bao, the sixth generation ancestor of the Han Xue family. The first sword I cut was my family ties, but not the family ties!

I changed my ways by killing my family ties, and became my first spirit-killing half-immortal, Storm!"

When the scene ended, Meng Hao's mind roared. At this moment, wind appeared around him. The roar of the peak came from the tiankeng. The city no longer collapsed, the monks no longer screamed, and the whirlpool of the tiankeng,

At this moment, it seemed to be stopped. As the wind roared layer by layer, the sinkhole suddenly filled up, lifting most of the collapsed city directly from the sinkhole!

Wind also existed all around, turning into a storm. When it swept in all directions, there was a shocking roar, like tearing apart the barriers here, causing the color of the sky and the earth to change, and the earth to buzz.

The ferocious beasts on the ground let out shrill screams and fell to the ground one by one, trembling. The monks in the Motu Palace also spurted out blood one by one, looking horrified.

Xiu Xiu's expression also changed, as did Luo Chong and others. Their expressions changed, their breathing became rapid, and they looked at the endless storm between heaven and earth that was surrounding the broken Holy Snow City at this moment.

In the air, the only one laughing was the monk in black who also had the same spirit-killing cultivation. His laughter spread in all directions, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented light. The light was black, as if at this moment, he had truly transformed.

Made a black sun.

"Spirit-killing intention! Ancestor Hanxue, I didn't expect that you, who was about to die, would have such courage to use your soul-cutting intention to transform your Hanxue clan's legacy from generation to generation, and give it to a non-Hanxue clan.

build!

This is a kind of tragedy. You cut off your family relationship with the first blow, but in the end, when your son rebelled, you felt compassion and did not kill him. You also rebelled against your way and destroyed your spiritual world!

No one in your clan can inherit your spirit-killing intention, so you can only give it to outsiders, which has become a great blessing for this younger generation!

However, this creation does not belong to him in the end. The marks condensed by the Hanxue Clan's Great Silongs before their death will belong to me. Only I have the strength to feel the feelings of more than three generations, and this little

Baby, the most he can bear is your generation before he collapses and dies!

Disciple, if you don’t give away your blood yet, I will kill your blood relatives for you as my master, complete your path, and enable you to kill the spirit world in the future!” The black-clothed monk laughed, Han Xuezong’s expression beside him was a little complicated, but soon he

The words were filled with coldness, and he raised his right hand and slapped his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as his blood spurted out, he was grabbed by the monk in black, pinched hard, and turned into a blood shadow. The blood shadow was a young man, a young man who looked like he was only in his teens. He was frightened and even more...

A trace of unwillingness appeared between heaven and earth.

Judging from its appearance, it is very similar to Han Xuezong.

As soon as this young man appeared, his eyes flashed with hatred, his body was filled with blood, and he headed straight towards the storm outside the Holy Snow City.

Almost the moment he approached, Meng Hao looked up to the sky and let out a painful roar. His consciousness was still there, and it still belonged to him, but the moment he saw the young man, his heart hurt.

Described as sad, angry, and even crazy.

He could feel the storm around him collapsing at this moment. All of this came from the bloody young figure!

"Zong'er..." In Meng Hao's mind, there was a sad sound of vicissitudes of life, which suddenly echoed. The voice was filled with strong emotions and indescribable emotions. It seemed like a thousand words, but in the end it only turned into these two words.

words.

In this reverberation, the surrounding storm stirred up rainwater, and the rainwater spread, but from Meng Hao's perspective, it was not rain, but the tears of the sixth generation ancestor of the Hanxue Tribe.

"Regret... no regrets!" Finally, the voice came out, shocking the sky and moving the earth. The madness of the storm began to collapse. In this collapse, the surrounding storm tore apart everything, including the coming blood.

juvenile.

The moment the young man's figure shattered into pieces, Meng Hao's mind roared again, and another voice suddenly appeared!

"I, the fifth generation ancestor of the Xuehan Clan, the Great Si Longhan Snow Cauldron, understood God's will on the top of the snow mountain, and struck the first blow in the Ten Thousand Dragon Pond!" This voice was obviously different from Hanxue Bao, lacking a hint of domineering,

But it had a hint of majesty, and as it echoed in Meng Hao's mind, Meng Hao's body once again felt an unprecedented tearing pain.

His soul seemed to collapse, and his body seemed to be shattered. At this moment, outside his body, the color of the sky and the earth changed. The entire sky suddenly disappeared, and a huge pool of water hung upside down in the sky.

When the ripples of the pool spread in all directions, roars came out one after another, and black dragons rushed out from the pool hanging upside down in the sky, roaring and spreading to all directions. The appearance of this scene immediately caused the earth to tremble.

All the ferocious beasts howled in unison, causing the monks to spit out blood and show their horror.

Especially the West Desert monks were all trembling. One of the two West Desert Nascent Soul old men lost his voice while looking at the pool in the sky.

"Ten Thousand Dragon Pond... According to legend, three thousand years ago, Lord Hanxue of the great tribe, after becoming the Great Silong, turned Ten Thousand Dragon Pond into his Spirit-Slaying Sky. From then on, Ten Thousand Dragon Pond completely disappeared in the Western Desert!!"

The black-clothed monk in mid-air had a change in his complexion for the first time.

"This child can actually support the opening of the second inheritance mark!!"

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Chapter completed!