Meng Hao's voice was like a cold wind, spreading in all directions. He raised his right hand and pointed forward. Immediately, a huge purple energy that was a hundred feet long appeared out of thin air, formed an arc like a blade, and went away in an instant, heading straight towards the person who had spoken before.

He left as a peak monk in the late Nascent Soul stage.

The monk's expression changed completely. Meng Hao's cold voice still echoed in his ears. His scalp was numb. He quickly backed up in shock. He even made fists with his hands and took out a large number of magic weapons in an attempt to resist.

But all his preparations were fragile the moment they came into contact with Meng Hao's Purple Qi Slash, and the layers were shattered. Amidst bursts of roaring, the Purple Qi Slash roared through the monk's body in an instant.

And passed.

A pool of blood was brought up, and then the monk from the tribe trembled. When he lowered his head, his body was directly divided into two halves, and the Nascent Soul was also directly destroyed.

When the corpse fell into the purple sea, the roar of the blood mastiff was earth-shattering. All the Celestial Tribe guards in this city were bleeding from their orifices one by one. No matter who the monks were, they were all shocked to death.

As for the other monks in this city, Meng Hao was not bloodthirsty. Instead, he stepped out of the mastiff and arrived at the place where fifty members of the Crow God tribe were hanging in this city.

More than twenty people were already corpses. The remaining ones opened their haggard and lifeless eyes one by one. When they saw Meng Hao, they were stunned for a moment.

But then, among these people, there were two old men who had experienced vicissitudes of life. Their bodies immediately trembled, and their expressions showed unprecedented excitement.

"Holy...Holy Ancestor!!"

"Is it you..."

These two people were the old men of Wushen who had gone through the relocation war with Meng Hao. At this moment, they were murmuring, as if they couldn't believe the scene in front of them. They didn't expect that they would still be alive in their lifetime.

You can see the holy ancestors of those days.

"It's me, I'm... back." Meng Hao looked at them with a gentle expression. He raised his right hand and waved. Immediately, these people of the Crow God Tribe were swept up by the wind and fell gently to the ground, carrying the wind.

When he was breathing life and nourishing everyone, behind Meng Hao, Wu Ling and others rushed over as the waves came.

"Lord Holy Ancestor... I am waiting to pay homage to Lord Holy Ancestor!" Excited roars came from the people of the Crow God Tribe. Some of them had never seen Meng Hao himself, nor had they seen Meng Hao's statue.

At this moment, when Meng Hao's answer reached their ears, that kind of indescribable excitement filled the hearts of all the people of the Wushen tribe.

It reminded those old people of those past years and the glorious past.

Meng Hao looked at them and was reminded of the past, but when he saw the dead bodies, his heart was stung again, and his anger towards the Tiancong tribe became even stronger.

"I'm back, and I'll take you... to pay with blood!" Meng Hao turned around and walked away in the air. The purple sea roared, sweeping everyone along, and moved forward again.

Shortly after.

In the first square city, the blood mastiff descended suddenly, raised its huge claws, and slapped the formation fiercely, roaring to the sky. The formation in the first square city immediately collapsed and fell into pieces, taking with it the heaven in charge of the formation.

The bodies of the alliance monks immediately collapsed and exploded, destroying both body and soul.

The killings started suddenly when Meng Hao appeared. No matter what his cultivation level was, whether it was pill formation or Nascent Soul, no matter which tribe in the Heavenly Alliance in these ten major cities, anyone... dared to hang around.

All the members of the Crow God Tribe will be wiped out in Meng Hao’s sweep.

Stationed in First Square City, they are members of the Manyan tribe in the Heavenly Alliance. Looking at the killings around them, the two middle-aged men with the highest cultivation levels here looked horrified. They had already recognized Meng Hao's identity.

He also knew the enmity between Meng Hao and the Tiancon tribe, so he turned around and ran away without hesitation.

But almost as soon as they escaped, two huge arms suddenly stretched out from the purple sea, grabbed them, and crushed them violently. The shrill screams only lasted for a moment before disappearing suddenly.

The blood flows along the wooden boards of Fangshi into the purple sea.

After rescuing the people of the Wushen tribe here, Meng Hao took everyone with him to Third City, Fourth City, Fifth City...

Meng Hao had walked through all the ten major cities except the ninth and tenth. Wherever he went, there was immediately overwhelming killings, but...such killings not only did not make Meng Hao's anger less, but also made him more angry.

Getting more and more violent.

Because in every city, many of the members of the Wushen tribe who were hung up became corpses, especially in the eighth city, among the more than fifty tribesmen, all died, and even the corpses were rotting.

This scene made Meng Hao's body tremble, as if his whole body was on fire. He looked at the dead members of the Wushen tribe. Inside, he saw five or six familiar faces, and saw the eyes of these people who were still open after death.

What is revealed inside is the resentment and hatred that cannot be resolved, even in life and death.

They would not close their eyes, and Meng Hao would not let them close their eyes like this. He wanted all the dead members of the Wushen tribe to see with their own eyes the annihilation of the Tiancong tribe.

At that moment, they...can truly rest in peace.

Meng Hao flicked his sleeves, rolled up all the corpses, and headed straight for Ninth Square City.

At this moment, several days had passed. Meng Hao believed that his appearance must have attracted the attention of interested people. Next, the Huyan Patriarch was expected to arrive soon.

But what Meng Hao is waiting for is this Patriarch Huyan. Even if he kills spirits, what does it matter!!

There are mastiffs here, and in Meng Hao's home turf, the Purple Sea, even if it means slaying a spirit, Meng Hao will fight with them. If he doesn't fight, he won't be able to understand. If he doesn't fight, he won't be determined. If he doesn't fight... he won't be reconciled.

!

Since you must involve me, this battle is unavoidable, and all my explanations are useless, so... let's fight!

Ancestor Huyan, I’m waiting for you at Zihai!

The Purple Sea is the most advantageous battlefield for Meng Hao. Therefore, Meng Hao killed the Heavenly Alliance clansmen in Shidafang City to create a battlefield in the Purple Sea instead of starting a war in Motu.

"Since you, Patriarch Huyan, forced me to fight, then Meng will also force you to fight me here!" Although Meng Hao was furious, his calmness was still there. He believed that things here would be resolved in the best possible way.

The news came out at such a fast speed that Patriarch Huyan must have known about his arrival.

Meng Hao waved the magic gun in his hand. As the gun roared, it emitted a torrential mist and roared straight towards the Ninth Fang City. This magic gun had been in Meng Hao's hand for more than a hundred years. Although this hundred years

Meng Hao has been in seclusion for many years, but its dissipation still exists.

However, precisely because of more than a hundred years of seclusion, although it has dissipated, it has not disappeared.

At this moment, they whizzed away, and in an instant they touched and deployed the formation. The formation was well prepared, and all the monks of the Heavenly Alliance were leaving the Ninth Square City as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

I didn’t even know that the Heavenly Alliance was so guided that all the monks who were not from the Heavenly Alliance were included in it, staring at Meng Hao with strong murderous intent and greed in their eyes. There were more than 700 people in total at this moment.

, all of them seemed to want to kill Meng Hao.

Obviously, the reason why they acted like this was because they were rewarded by the Heavenly Alliance, and they were also stimulated by the benefits they would gain from killing Meng Hao.

At the moment when the magic gun came, an arrogant voice came from the city.

"Maintain the formation with all your strength. Patriarch Huyan is aware of this officer and is on his way!!"

boom!!

The words were still echoing in the formation, but were immediately interrupted by a shocking loud noise. The magic gun touched the formation, causing the entire Jiufang City to immediately shake violently. At the same time, a large amount of black energy spread.

, not only the corrosion formation, but also countless ferocious faces, biting and devouring everything.

In just a few breaths, the formation was suddenly weakened by the corrosion of the magic spear. Those faces, filled with excitement and persistence, penetrated the formation in an instant and went straight to the monks inside.

Suddenly, more than 700 people screamed and screamed. Suddenly, a hole was corroded in the formation, causing the magic gun to turn into thick black mist with a sound, and a human face was faintly revealed inside.

, it is exactly the face of Mo Nian back then.

With greed and bloodthirsty, the magic mist instantly covered all areas in the entire Jiufang City, except for the place where the members of the Wushen tribe hung, becoming the only safe place here.

Meng Hao stood in mid-air. This was the first time that he had completely killed a city. All because the monks in this city chose to die.

When the black mist of the magic gun rolled violently, screams could be heard fiercely. A moment later, suddenly, seven or eight figures quickly escaped from the black mist. But as soon as they flew out, they were immediately indifferent to Meng Hao.

With a wave of his hand, each of their bodies immediately roared and collapsed.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding purple sea suddenly roared and rolled, setting off huge waves that completely submerged the city. At the same time, the black mist shrank, sweeping up the people of the Wushen tribe here and returning in an instant.

After treating the injuries of these tribesmen, and seeing that only eight tribesmen were alive among these people, the murderous intent in Meng Hao's eyes became even stronger.

When he turned around, he followed all the members of the Wushen tribe, stepped on the mastiff's head, rolled up the big waves, and headed straight for the last market on the Purple Sea in the Western Desert.

Almost at the same time as Meng Hao moved forward, there was a black rainbow on the purple sea, close to the direction of Motu, moving away at a speed that surpassed Nascent Soul.

Inside this black rainbow is the avatar of Patriarch Huyan, who is wearing a black robe and looks like a middle-aged man!

His face was cold, he said nothing, his body flickered, and as he moved, he was getting closer and closer to Shifang City!

"Qing'er, today, my father will avenge half of your revenge. It won't take long before I will smash your enemies to pieces."

"Qing'er, no one in this world is qualified to kill you, only me...only I have this qualification." Patriarch Huyan murmured softly, with a kind look in his eyes, but for some reason, this kindness was strange.

It makes people feel chills and chills after seeing it.

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