After leaving Zhao's capital for a long time, Meng Hao suppressed the shock in his heart, but his brows were always frowning. He checked his whole body, and about 10% of his flesh and blood were withered, making his body, which was not fat at the moment, even thinner.

This is second, but what really made Meng Hao’s headache was the fog that spread out from his body at this moment. The fog was black, as if it was the smoke after the burning of life, constantly radiating and unable to waving. It was floating high at this moment. Outsiders could see that the black fog rose into the air around Meng Hao at a distance.

"Although the body no longer witheres, the strange black air should not last long, but now it is too conspicuous..." Meng Hao rushed forward at a fast speed, sighed and prepared to find another deep mountain to hide it. Only after these black fog no longer appeared can he come out again.

An hour later, Meng Hao left in a deep mountain with anger. He found that even though he was hiding in the sealed cave, the black fog could penetrate all matter and float out.

"Damn it, how long will this fog last?" Meng Hao gritted his teeth and did not dare to stay in one place for more. He found that once the stay was a little longer, the black fog would be even more amazing when condensed. He would definitely think that some treasure appeared from afar.

Meng Hao frowned and stepped into the deep mountains, galloping constantly inside. If the spiritual energy is gone, he will immediately swallow the pills. Only in this way can the black energy not condense into one place and be dispersed, not so conspicuous, but there is still fog rising and spreading in the sky.

For seven days, Meng Hao was exhausted and had almost no rest in the deep mountains. The damn fog was black during the day, but at night, it was bright white, which made Meng Hao very shocked.

Fortunately, seven days later, Meng Hao noticed that the fog had been emitting a little weaker. Judging from its appearance, Meng Hao judged that in about a month, there would be no more fog.

He did not dare to stay in a mountain range for a long time, for fear of attracting attention. After all, he did not know whether the people from Ziyun Sect really left, so he could only move forward in a mountain range.

On that day, Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged on the treasure fan and sliding in the jungle, suddenly his eyes condensed, he looked up suddenly, and saw four figures coming from the distant mountains and forests.

Meng Hao frowned, and when he pondered, his body lowered and stopped flying. Instead, he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and immediately flew out and rushed straight to an ancient tree. After he opened a hole, Meng Hao immediately drilled into it.

He tried this method. Although the fog would still dissipate, there was a process that could last for about dozens of breaths, and then the ancient tree would wither.

Meng Hao used this method to avoid some monks who were attracted by his fog flying into the sky within these seven days.

At this moment, sitting cross-legged in the tree hole, waiting for the four people to leave, but the four people paused and stayed nearby. They glanced around and observed something. One of the young men in purple robe had a expressionless face and jumped to the canopy of the tree. The cultivation of the whole body dispersed, turning into waves of spiritual power spreading, holding a white bead in his hand.

The black air that Meng Hao had emitted before was quickly absorbed by the bead, and soon, most of the beads became black.

Meng Hao felt a sense of emotion when he saw this scene.

"It's strange. In recent days, many mountains have experienced a strong sense of death, but unfortunately they can't find the source." Three men and one woman among the four were talking about the woman. The woman was wearing a long skirt and looked quite beautiful, but there was a faint light in her eyes, which made her look a little weird.

The two of them beside her swept across the jungle around them, and they frowned.

"No matter what the reason is, we will leave after we collect the dead energy. The origin of this dead energy is strange, so it is better not to find the source." A person next to him spoke hesitantly.

"What are you afraid of? With Senior Brother Yan here, even if there is any danger, you can be the identity of Senior Brother Yan's inner disciple and the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Condensation. Maybe we can still get rid of danger and may have luck." The woman immediately smiled and looked at the young man in purple robe, with charm in her eyes.

Among the four people, except for the young man holding the beads to absorb the dead energy, the eighth layer of Qi Condensation, the rest are all sixth layer of Qi Condensation, and the four people seemed to be headed by the young man.

Soon, all the black gas here was absorbed by the bead, and the bead gradually became completely pitch black and seemed to be unable to continue to absorb. Meng Hao saw this scene and thoughtful.

"Let's go." The man surnamed Yan spoke lightly, shook his sleeves, and the four of them were about to leave, but at this moment, Meng Hao frowned. These people were moving too slowly and he didn't have enough time. At this moment, black air had already spread out from the canopy of the trees where they were.

As soon as the black air appeared, the man surnamed Yan's eyes flashed and he turned around to look.

Meng Hao sighed inwardly, walked out of the tree canopy without hesitation, and swung his sleeves straight into the distance to leave.

His appearance immediately surprised the four people, especially after Meng Hao appeared, the black aura on his body immediately radiated. This scene immediately made the man surnamed Yan's eyes condense.

"Fellow fellow Taoist, please stay." His voice came out decisively, and his right hand made a gesture and pointed forward. Immediately a black wind appeared. It swept around and turned into a skull in the air, making a silent grin, opened its mouth and headed straight for Meng Hao.

It seemed that Meng Hao was about to stop, but in fact, the skull emitted the cultivation level of a man named Yan's Qi Condensation Level 8, as fast as lightning, and fierce flames spread.

At the same time, the two men and women, and the three of them also had a flash of light in their eyes, and they all took action. They immediately turned into three precious lights and headed straight for Meng Hao. Especially the woman's jade bracelet, which buzzed and swelled when it flew out, heading straight for Meng Hao as if she wanted to trap him.

Meng Hao frowned. He was in a bad mood and was extremely annoyed by the black air. At this moment, he saw that these people were murderous intent and couldn't help but snort coldly.

He raised his right hand and waved it, and a fire python of seven or eight feet in size appeared out of thin air while roaring, heading straight for the magic weapon of the four people with amazing heat.

The sound of boom exploded at this moment, and the jade bracelet shattered directly. The two flying swords were melted. Only the skull of the monk named Yan dissipated after colliding with the fire python, but Meng Hao's fire python wailed, and the flames were extinguished and disappeared.

"Eighth Level of Qi Condensation!" The woman and the two around her took a deep breath, each of them looked solemn, but the monk named Yan took a step and stared at Meng Hao.

"In the inner disciple of Fenghan Sect, Yan Ziguo, don't leave in a hurry. Please explain why this rich dead energy appears on your body." His eyes were like lightning, and he spoke lightly. Meng Hao was at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, but Yan Ziguo was also at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, and his words were still cold at this moment.

Meng Hao looked at Yan Ziguo coldly, without saying a word. He slapped the storage bag, and the treasure fan flew out and fell at Meng Hao's feet. He took him away quickly. Yan Ziguo was shocked when he saw the treasure fan under Meng Hao's feet.

"But the flying magic weapon, his cultivation level cannot build a foundation, he can only slide. It cannot last long, and he will definitely land!" Yan Ziguo was moved. He had not obtained this magic weapon in Fenghan Sect for many years. It was a treasure that only disciples of the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation can be given by the sect. He snorted coldly at this moment, and his body swayed and ran on the ground, heading straight for Meng Hao to pursue. The other three people hesitated for a moment and followed immediately.

"Looking for death!" Meng Hao's eyes became colder. The other party had seen his cultivation level and used magic. All this was like a warning had been expressed, but the other party still pursued him without giving up, which made Meng Hao upset.

At this moment, my body paused, raised my right hand to pinch my fingers, and pointed at the coming four people. Immediately, the treasure fan under Meng Hao's feet buzzed, and four rays of light flew out. They were four feathers, which cut through the sky when they flew out, like four flying swords approaching the four people in an instant.

Yan Ziguo's eyes contracted, and he raised his right hand and slapped the storage bag. An instantly a small shield the size of a palm appeared. He saw it growing in the wind and turned into the size of a head. When he flew out, he directly met a feather and made a violent roar.

At the same time, the other three people took out magic weapons in a terrifying look. As the roar echoed, the three people spewed out blood, their bodies all retreated, and their eyes were filled with fear.

The three feathers were unscathed and rolled back and followed Meng Hao's right finger and headed straight for Yan Ziguo.

Yan Ziguo's expression changed and he was roaring suddenly. Suddenly, a large amount of green mist immediately spread out from his sweat pores. The mist quickly lingered him, and suddenly turned into a huge green skull, heading straight for three feathers.

The sound of banging spread all around, and the skull collapsed, but the three feathers also lost their luster and returned to Meng Hao in a twisted manner.

"Warning once, if you entangle again..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he spoke coldly. Before he could finish speaking, he turned around and turned into a long rainbow and left far away.

Yan Ziguo did not pursue him. He stared at the direction where Meng Hao left. His right hand in his sleeve trembled slightly. Meng Hao's face was very strange, but it was this stranger who had just underestimated it and forced himself to use the technique of saving his life.

"That fan is not only a flying treasure, but also a sharp weapon!" Yan Zi said in his heart, but he was even more moved.

"Who have you ever heard that there is such a cultivator of the eighth level of Qi Condensation in Zhao's cultivation world? There is such a treasure fan?" Yan Ziguo turned his head and looked at the three very embarrassed fellow disciples behind him.

"I have reached the eighth level of Qi Condensation, and I am so young, I must be famous in Zhao State, but I have thought about all three major sects and have no impression of this person." Looking at Yan Ziguo's eyes, a disciple of Fenghan Sect quickly spoke.

"Who is this person? Could it be that he is not a monk from Zhao?" Yan Ziguo frowned and had even more ideas about Meng Hao's treasure fan.

"Senior Brother Yan, I seemed to have heard someone talk about a fan a few months ago. It was once mentioned by Senior Brother Sun Hua of Qushui Sect. It seemed to be a transaction between a disciple of Ziyun Sect, a disciple of the Southern Region, and Meng Hao, an inner disciple of Kuangshan Sect. There was a fan made of feathers." The woman hesitated for a moment and looked at Yan Ziguo.

Yan Ziguo was stunned and immediately raised his right hand and patted the storage bag. A jade slip appeared in his hand. This was the item sent by the sect to the inner disciples. It recorded the portrait of the backing sect Meng Hao, and even a life-breeding was sent out. After encountering it, people would test the power of the other party's treasure.

Several months have passed since this incident, and Yan Ziguoben didn't care. At this moment, he focused his mind and swept the jade slip. A picture immediately appeared in his mind. The figure in the picture was Meng Hao just now.

"So it's him!" Yan Ziguo's eyes flashed, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was about to say something, suddenly, the earth shook suddenly, and the sky turned red. A shocking change occurred, and at this moment, it spread from the depths of the southern region that was extremely far away from here, instantly covering the entire southern region.
Chapter completed!