When he saw that there were twenty tribes in the Marauder Alliance, Meng Hao knew that in today's final battle, the Black God Tribe and the Black Dragon Tribe would still be defeated in the end, even if they were extremely powerful.

There are too many people in the Marauder tribe.

And even if there is a miracle in the end of this battle, if all the tens of thousands of members of the Wushen tribe die and only a few hundred are left, then even if they enter the Mo soil, there will be no more Wushen tribe from now on.

Unless the Wushen tribe can retain most of its strength, after entering the black soil, it can merge with the Jinguang Sect to form a strong force, allowing the Wushen tribe to retain its self-esteem and continue.

This is the result that Meng Hao wants, and the only way to achieve this result is... not the strength of his cultivation, not the number of clan members, but Meng Hao must understand that on the land of the Western Desert, he...

What is the strongest!

His strongest thing is not the Five Elements Totem, not the power of cultivation, and not even the magical body. Because of these, there are many people who are stronger than him, and even the identity of the Totem Saint Ancestor has no effect at all.

Although the blood body is strong, it can face two hundred thousand monks, how can it resist.

The magic gun is domineering, but it is just a gun!

Meng Hao understood that his strongest point and greatest reliance was his identity as a demon sealing master. This identity in the Western Desert allowed Meng Hao to condense demon energy and control nearly unlimited demon groups.

He could make the alien monsters become more powerful, even stronger than his own, and he could even control them to accomplish everything that Meng Hao could not accomplish.

This is his strongest point, and it is also the reason why the Wushen Tribe can come all the way from the northern part of the Western Desert.

So... the appearance of the Heart Demon Flower from outside the territory, the killing of the Totem Saint Ancestor, and the killing of the Nascent Soul Elders are all secondary. The most important thing is that Meng Hao needs to keep an eye on him in the presence of many strong men. He only needs to pause for a breath.

, in a situation where you may be besieged, try to gain three to five breaths of time.

This time is crucial, and within this time, in order to ensure success, he needs more than a hundred Silongs in the Predator Alliance to lose control of the alien monster. Only in this way can Meng Hao achieve perfection in one go.

And this is the reason why Meng Hao took out the Extraterrestrial Heart Demon Flower!

What he wants is not the confusion of ordinary tribesmen, nor the confusion of those powerful Nascent Souls, but...the coma of more than a hundred Si Long, who is hidden in the demon group, and Meng Hao seems not to have paid any attention to them!

At this moment, he did it.

The earth-shattering sight of the 800,000 monsters shocked the battlefield, alarmed the Heavenly Alliance, and shook all the Western Desert monks who saw this scene.

It burst out with a roar. It went straight to the ground and rushed towards the more than 100,000 predator tribesmen below.

This last battle is destined to be bloody and bloody, and will be a rare war in the entire history of the Western Desert. Everyone in Momen was silent, watching this scene, the four spirit-slaying elders coming around

Zu’s spiritual consciousness is also paying attention to this battle.

"Kill!!" The more than 100,000 members of the predator tribe roared with red eyes, and they all rushed forward to start a life-and-death fight with the 800,000 monsters.

At the same time, all the Totem Saint Ancestors and all the Nascent Soul cultivators rushed out, as if they turned into sharp arrows, rushed into the demon group, and headed straight for Meng Hao.

"Kill Meng Hao, the demon horde will disperse!!" A low roar came out. It was the roar of the clan chiefs of these twenty tribes. In this life and death crisis, they gathered all their peak power and went straight towards Meng Hao.

Come.

Meng Hao was in the demon group, watching all this with cold eyes. The demon groups were flying around him, surrounding him in all directions. The battlefields on the earth were filled with casualties. Every moment, monks died tragically, and alien demons were torn apart.

At this moment, Meng Hao felt the ruthlessness of war very deeply. As he looked at all this, the world in front of him did not need to be exaggerated, it had turned red.

It was blood, from monsters and monks. The earth had already turned into the color of blood, and even the purple rain falling from the sky could not change the color of the blood.

This is a massacre!

The sheer number of the demon swarm made it possible for them to die one after another. The members of the predator tribe were taken away one after another. The screams of screams and the madness of death were all staged in a bloody underworld at this moment.

"Blood..." Meng Hao looked at the ground in the demon group, looking at the blood all over the ground. He suddenly realized that blood... is also a kind of water, but this kind of water carries...

Vitality is the source of life.

If you have it, you may not have life, but if you don't have it, you will definitely have no vitality.

"In my life, I have a fate with blood. The Blood Immortal inheritance has guided the path for cultivation. The killings that followed are even more like this... Blood is also a totem.

And what is a totem... A totem is not the enlightenment of my will in my mind, but a condensation of the power of nine mountains and seas, a seed of power!!"

Meng Hao was silent and closed his eyes, not looking at the peak powerhouse of the Predator Alliance, who was rushing towards him at all costs. Wherever he passed, the demon swarms kept blocking him, and there was more blood.

At this moment, suddenly, the people of the Wushen tribe moved forward with the formation, the formation fog rolled, and the sound of running echoed. Countless golden figures could be seen inside, roaring past, heading straight for the battlefield.

Come.

All members of the raider tribe shrouded in mist died miserably.

A low roar came out, and the parrot screamed in mid-air, its eyes showing excitement, and the sharp sound could be heard throughout the battlefield.

"Come on, come on, shout with me!"

"Believe in the Fifth Master and you will have eternal life. Once the Fifth Master comes out, who can compete with you..." Just when this voice came from the mist formation formed by the people of the Wushen tribe, suddenly, in the direction of Motu, the sky was full of clouds and mist.

In the rolling room, there was exactly the same voice, but it was louder, even with persistence and excitement, and it suddenly reverberated.

"Believe in the Fifth Master and you will have eternal life. When the Fifth Master comes out, who can compete with me! Welcome the return of the Fifth Master, welcome the return of the ancestor!!" The sound of this voice immediately surprised everyone in the Momen city wall and raised their heads.

When they looked, they saw seven or eight thousand tall figures in the rolling clouds and mist, rushing out of the air, directly passing through the black soil, stepping into the land of the Western Desert, and heading straight for the battlefield.

"This is……"

"Golden Light Sect!!"

"The formation of this Crow God Tribe is actually the same as that of the Golden Light Sect!!"

The appearance of the Golden Light Sect was like a sharp blade, piercing into the already riddled Predator Alliance. It blasted away with the Wushen Tribe from two directions and started a battle formation.

Most of the black dragons also rushed out, with the Wushen tribe's formation as the center, appearing from time to time and fighting to the end.

The war was completely one-sided. The Predator Alliance's numerical advantage was completely lost under the 800,000 monsters. Despair and panic permeated everyone's hearts. On this battlefield, with the shrill screams

Next, everyone lost all their will to fight.

But the killing is still going on!

150,000, 130,000, 100,000...80,000...50,000!!

In a short time, only 50,000 members of the entire Marauder tribe were left, while the other 150,000 people had become corpses. Their blood was on the ground, making the area outside the Mo Gate a blood lake!

When the bloody aura filled the sky, all the peak warriors and totem saint ancestors of the Predator Alliance became even more crazy in this grief. They killed many monster groups and swept around. The distance between them and Meng Hao became smaller and smaller.

close.

The fighting on the ground failed to attract too many people's attention. At this moment, all eyes on the wall of the Motu City were focused on Meng Hao, who was protected by layers of monsters in mid-air.

Meng Hao is the key to this war. If he dies, this battle... will still be a tragic victory for the Marauder tribe!

The roar echoed. Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators and more than a dozen totem saint ancestors who were constantly weakening, with determination and killing, killed all the demon groups in front of them like breaking bamboo, killing every life and death, but more

The group of monsters still pounced on them without fear of death, causing them to fall into the carnage, and in the carnage, they rushed towards Meng Hao.

But at a distance of several hundred feet, the demon swarms were densely packed and blocking them like crazy. They couldn't get close at all. Moreover, there were too many demon swarms here, 800,000 demon swarms, which made the demonic aura overwhelming. Although these Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't see it, they could

I can feel an indescribable pressure all around, making it impossible to teleport.

They could only rush over, and they could only try to get close to Meng Hao in the midst of killing.

Meng Hao's closed eyes suddenly opened. When he opened them, there were no pupils in his eyes, and there was only a bright red blood, like a lake of blood reflecting the earth, and his mask, at this moment, seemed to

Completely integrated into one.

"Blood is also water... It turns out that this totem has always been on my body, but I never paid attention to it... It has always been there." When Meng Hao opened and closed his eyes, the skin all over his body turned into blood in an instant.

At this moment, the Blood Immortal Mask seemed to disappear, because Meng Hao and it were the same color, and the mask was no longer a mask, but became Meng Hao's face.

At this moment, the robe on his body also turned into a red robe, and his hair also turned red. It could even be said that at this moment, he... was like a blood body.

"It's still a little short of it, but it's a pity... this blood totem belongs to the blood fairy, not me..." Meng Hao murmured softly, raised a finger on his right hand, and immediately rushed towards the Ji clan blood body of a monk from a distance, and his body violently

The ground shook, seemingly reluctantly, but unable to control his body. He disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was in front of Meng Hao.

Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed at the bloody body. Immediately, the Ji Clan's bloody body turned into a red light and merged into Meng Hao's fingers. Meng Hao's body shook violently, and a totem suddenly appeared on his finger!

The red totem, this is the blood totem!

At the moment when the totem appeared, Meng Hao's cultivation exploded. It seemed that he had been suppressed for too long. At this moment, it suddenly rose up. In just the blink of an eye, it exploded to a level that made all the powerful men of the rapidly approaching Predator Alliance and

The weak Totem Saint Ancestor was shocked to the point of shock.

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Chapter completed!