Ten thousand dragons roared, rushing out from the black pool hanging upside down in the sky, spreading in all directions, the sound was shocking. With a roar, all the ferocious beasts on the earth spurted out blood, and they all bleed from their orifices, and were shocked to death.

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There are also those monks who are all spurting out blood, their bodies are sluggish, their minds are tumbling, their blood pressure is suppressed, and their cultivation is about to collapse.

The black-clothed monk in mid-air showed a gloomy expression when his expression changed at this moment, and he raised his right hand and made a gesture forward.

"It is indeed beyond my expectation that it can start a two-generation inheritance, but just like this, it is not enough!"

"One life is destroyed, three lives of underworld, one flower and one fruit, the eyes of the three realms are opened!" The monk in black's right hand almost turned into an afterimage, and a series of seals came out, and a black ball suddenly appeared in front of him

, the ball expanded violently, as if it had absorbed all the light around it, and turned into another black sun, which seemed to be burning and went straight ahead.

As soon as it approached the place where the dragons roared, the black sun exploded in an instant, tearing apart the nothingness, blasting open the heaven and earth, and turned into a black hole that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

The moment the black hole appeared, the surrounding dragons roared shrilly, the sky and the earth buzzed, and the earth shook, but their bodies were uncontrollable and were swallowed up by the black hole one by one.

"If it were really the fifth-generation Great Master Long of the Hanxue Clan, I would have turned around and left immediately. Now it is just a mark inheritance, which cannot stop me." The black-clothed monk said calmly, flicked his sleeves, and immediately walked away from the city.

The sinkhole filled by the storm roared again at this moment. It seemed that it was about to reopen.

Around Meng Hao, there were only a few hundred people left in the city at this moment. Each of them looked pale and showed despair. They were no longer able to participate in a war of this level. They were like the remaining leaves in the storm, unable to control themselves.

Under the Ten Thousand Dragon Pond, veins bulged all over Meng Hao's body, and his face was already ferocious. Severe and indescribable pain submerged him time and time again like a tide. Meng Hao seemed to pass out many times, but he held on tightly.

Teeth, still holding on.

"You can't be in a coma. We, the Hanxue clan, were born to be a sedan chair in the first generation. We are outstanding people in the second generation. We are talented in the third generation. It is rare in this world to be in the fourth generation!

Each generation is the strongest member of my Hanxue family and the most glorious imprint in life. This imprint is integrated into your soul as it is passed down, and will accompany you and be imprinted on your world.

Every time you get one more generation, there will be one more brand. When you step into the soul-slaying moment, all of this... will completely explode to help you. Through the life of our generation of monks, the first thing we encounter is,

The first turning point!”

In Meng Hao's mind, Han Xue Bao's voice was full of vicissitudes of life, as if he was speaking his last words to Meng Hao on his deathbed.

"Hold on. Only by persisting and gaining the inheritance of three generations will you be able to avoid this disaster today! I can only help you so much. I hope you can succeed and help my people get through this crisis."

Disaster!"

Meng Hao looked up to the sky and let out a shocking roar. In this roar, his clothes were torn to pieces, his hair flew, and the nothingness around him seemed to collapse. In the world, this roar was the only thing left.

In this roar, all the dragons around this place, regardless of whether they were being swallowed by the black hole, all raised their heads to the sky, and roared like Meng Hao.

The monk in black frowned, made a secret with his right hand, turned his fingers into a palm, and pressed it suddenly towards Meng Hao.

"Ashes return to ashes, soil returns to earth. What passes away is lost, and what remains is made eternal." When the black-clothed monk's voice came out, thousands of dragons around Meng Hao screamed, and their bodies collapsed and shattered.

, the Ten Thousand Dragon Pond in the sky collapsed suddenly at this moment.

It seems that everything will end as the black monk said.

But at this moment, Meng Hao's whole body trembled violently, and his eyes, which were originally scarlet, instantly turned white.

The moment his eyes turned white, the black-clothed monk's complexion changed drastically for the second time, and his expression showed disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

While the black-clothed monk's mind was shaking, a third person's voice came from Meng Hao's mind. It was still vicissitudes of life, carrying the age of years, and echoed throughout the entire world in Meng Hao's mind.

"I, the fourth generation ancestor of the Hanxue family, Huangquan Hanxecang... woke up in the pale earth, realized clearly in the jungle of bones, created his own spiritual silence, gave up his body, became the spiritual path, and cut off the first sword!

I am Han Xue Cang, the fourth generation chief of the Han Xue family!" As the voice spread, an unprecedented death aura immediately appeared on Meng Hao's body. The richness of this death aura spread across the world in an instant, sweeping in all directions.

The sky turned gray, the earth turned gray, and the whole world, at this moment, turned gray.

At this moment, countless roars came from the gray sky, and these roars turned into soul shadows. These soul shadows revealed ancient times, resentment and madness towards the living, and spread throughout the sky.

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On the earth, the ferocious beasts that had died before stood up tremblingly one by one, with gray light in their eyes. When they looked up to the sky and roared, the earth trembled, and all the skeletons stood up one after another, as well as the monks who had died before.

, their eyes were all gray at this moment, and they stood up.

In the distant sky, a huge bone dragon roared and appeared. The earth shook. A huge snake bone broke through the ground and appeared with a bang.

The whole world seemed to have become a world of death, and at this moment, behind Yu Meng Hao, the yellow river water came out of nothingness. From the rushing water, it could be seen that there were countless innocent souls in this river water, and it was they...

...make up this yellow river.

This is not the Yellow River, this is the Yellow Spring!

The underworld is astonishing and shocking for all ages.

On top of this Huangquan, there is a pagoda floating on it. This pagoda has eighteen floors, just like the eighteen hells!

Meng Hao, as for Meng Hao, was surrounded by pale death aura, and his face was also pale. The death aura on his body was rich. He had his eyes closed, but at this moment, they opened them suddenly!

The moment he opened and closed his eyes, the sky and the earth thundered, roaring to the sky, and his opened eyes were filled with gray.

"Underworld Master!!" On the earth, all the low-level monks looked pale and blank, as if they had lost their minds. Their bodies were stiff, and their vitality was being wiped out.

The same is true for those monks in the West Desert. Only the two Nascent Soul old men in the West Desert were trembling at the moment. They looked at the strange Meng Hao in the air. Their eyes showed a look beyond what they had seen before when they saw the storm and the Ten Thousand Dragon Pond.

Shocked.

"Six thousand years ago, the legendary Huangquan Dasilong, the one who single-handedly caused a bloody storm in the entire Western Desert, enslaved millions of death beasts, and cultivated eleventh-level alien monsters!!

According to legend, before this man died, his life in his hands was almost infinite!!"

"He formed today's Skeleton Land, he created today's Pale Mountains... He..." The minds of these two West Desert Nascent Soul elders were buzzing at this moment, filled with disbelief.

"Damn!!" In mid-air, the black-clothed monk's eyes were solemn, while Han Xuezong behind him had crazy eyes, and his heart was filled with strong jealousy. He was roaring and roaring in his heart. In his opinion, all this

It belongs to you!

"He can actually inherit the mark of three generations! His mere pill-forming cultivation has such potential, which is rare in this world... However, just this is still not enough!" The black-clothed monk looked solemn, and he made seals with his hands at the same time, and raised them to the sky.

One wave.

"My way is enlightened in the dark night, and I reverse the world. I cut off my first sword and cut off my day!" The black-clothed monk's eyes flashed, and his right hand suddenly raised, and when he pointed at the sky, a gray

Suddenly a thunderbolt appeared in the sky, and when the loud rumbling sound spread in all directions, the thunderbolt fell directly on the raised right hand of the monk in black.

This thunder is black thunder!

The moment it was held by the black-clothed monk, it turned into a twisted thunder blade, connecting the sky and the earth. At this moment, as the black-clothed monk's right hand suddenly fell forward, this thunder blade seemed to want to destroy this piece of land.

The gray sky opened up and slashed downwards!

The world screamed, and with the loud rumbling sound, this huge thunder blade opened an astonishing gap in the sky and cut it down directly, intending to wipe out everything in this gray world.

Meng Hao's whole body trembled, and the pain was intense again and again. At the moment when the thunder blade fell, he unconsciously raised his hands and pushed forward. With this push, all the dead lives around him were thrown away.

They flew up together and suddenly formed a huge bone ball in mid-air!

All the gray aura around him went straight to the bone ball at this moment. In the blink of an eye, the ball turned completely gray, exuding terrifying power, and went straight to the thunder blade.

The roaring sound directly knocked out all the monks except Nascent Soul, and some even collapsed and perished.

During the reverberation of the loud noise, the gray bone ball trembled violently, unable to resist the thunder blade, and was cut open directly, torn apart, and collapsed endlessly.

Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew straight into the air and fell to the ground. The sinkhole under the Holy Snow City appeared again. The city collapsed and began to disintegrate. Meng Hao laughed miserably. Three generations of inheritance was his limit, but even so,

Still unable to defeat a true spirit-slaying powerhouse.

In mid-air, the monk in black took a deep breath, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. When he raised his head, he looked at the falling Meng Hao, with a strange light in his eyes.

"It is worthy of being the sixth-generation inheritance mark of the Hanxue clan. If I obtain this object, I will definitely cut off my third sword... to completely complete the soul-slaying." The black-clothed monk showed persistence in his eyes, and he raised his right hand.

, and was about to grab the falling Meng Hao, but at this moment, his expression changed drastically for the third time.

A sudden change occurred!!

When Meng Hao's body fell to the ground, a mark suddenly appeared on the back of his right hand!!

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Chapter completed!