The Li family was destroyed.

There was not a single clan member left, all died. This was not something Meng Hao could stop. For the Blood Demon Sect, nearly 70% of the disciples died. Even if the relationship between these disciples was indifferent, in that battle, there was no relationship between them.

No matter what you sacrifice your life for, it has become an obsession for the living.

Obsession for revenge!

Yi Jian Sect, because they were the first to surrender, they can choose to endure it.

Jin Hanzong, because Shaozong is a close friend, they can also choose to endure it.

As for the Li family, they can no longer endure it. This does not mean that they hate the Li family more, but that they need to kill, need revenge, and need to vent their inner obsessions.

The Li family is a river of blood, and its former glory has become ruins. Perhaps many years later, this place will become loess.

As for the city controlled by the Li family, there are mostly mortals, and the Blood Demon Sect has not yet reached the level of massacring mortals.

The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect left and returned to the Blood Demon Sect. The killings in the Southern Territory have calmed down, but all the Southern Territory monks have a deep understanding... From this moment on, the Blood Demon Sect not only

The first sect in the region, and even more... the lord of the entire southern region!

There is no power that can fight against the Blood Demon Sect, because in the Blood Demon Sect... there are four peak-level people in total!

Ancestor Blood Demon, Ancestor Jin Han, the third ancestor of the Li family, and the fourth one is the clone of the young sect Meng Hao!

The peak of the Four Great Questions. With such strength, looking at the entire Southern Territory, they can sweep across all directions. Even if they are some real super sects in the East, they are definitely not far behind.

And this is just the effort exerted on the surface of the water.

With the destruction of the Li family, peace has returned to the Southern Territory. However, the number of monks in the entire Southern Territory suddenly decreased, making many places obviously empty.

As for Meng Hao, he did not return to the Blood Demon Sect immediately, but went to the Purple Luck Sect. His arrival shocked the entire Purple Luck Sect. When Meng Hao stood outside the gate of the Purple Luck Sect, he looked at the huge Purple Luck Sect.

The statue of Dong Zhenren is silent.

After a brief silence, the Ziyun Sect held a grand ceremony. The Dandong lineage and the Ziqi lineage all appeared. Looking at the familiar faces, Meng Hao sighed softly in his heart.

He didn't want to see Ziyun Sect treat him like this, and meeting him like this was not only strange... but still strange.

"The Young Blood Demon Sect is coming, and our Purple Luck Sect will shine brightly, please!" The head of the Purple Luck Sect, the old man who was familiar in Meng Hao's memory, bowed to Meng Hao with a hint of nervousness.

Behind him, there were the Ziqi lineage and the Dandong lineage. They were all like this. Among them were the elders who were optimistic about Meng Hao's qualifications and admired him greatly. There were also the Zilu people Lin Hailong, An Zaihai, and the man who had been in

Zhao Guo, Wu Dingqiu, who has some relationship with Meng Hao.

These people were all in front of Meng Hao, clasping their fists at the moment.

Meng Hao also saw Han Xueshan, but he did not see Chu Yuyan.

The Ziyun Sect's respect made Meng Hao sigh in his heart, and he couldn't help but speak. The Ziyun Sect didn't have to do this, but it couldn't change the evil aura on his body. As well as the Qingluo Sect, the Yijian Sect, the Jinhan Sect, and the Li family,

The shock that was caused to the entire Southern Territory was also the pressure that gathered on Meng Hao.

He felt Wu Dingqiu's nervousness, saw that An Zaihai and other Zilu Alchemy Masters were afraid of him, and also saw that Han Xueshan seemed to be afraid to approach him.

There are other familiar faces, and they are all like this. Just like here, the evil energy is too strong, forming a needle, making it impossible for people to get close... Meng Hao was silent, and his heart felt a little uncomfortable at this moment.

"When a person becomes stronger, will he gradually become separated from everyone else..." Meng Hao suddenly felt lonely. He was standing in front of familiar friends, but he was still lonely, as if between heaven and earth.

The loneliness of being alone.

At this moment, he thought of Chen Fan, of the little fat man, and even of Elder Ouyang of the Patron Sect and the head He Luohua. However, Meng Hao had not met them again in hundreds of years.

With a mixture of familiarity and strangeness, Meng Hao walked into the Purple Luck Sect.

Even when Meng Hao stepped into the Purple Luck Sect, the ancestors of the Purple Luck Sect, who never appeared on weekdays, were all in retreat at the peak of Taoism, and also walked out of the retreat.

He was a middle-aged man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life. He had an immortal spirit, but was slightly thinner. His eyes seemed to lack light, but his aura of peak asking was not weak at all.

He stood in the main hall, looking at Meng Hao who was surrounded by people from the Ziyun Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, please." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, raised his right hand and waved. Immediately, a table appeared in the hall, with drinks and fruits on it, and some erratic figures appeared around it, as if they were there.

Play beautiful music.

Everyone in the Ziyun Sect stopped outside. After bowing deeply with clasped fists, they all retreated. Only Meng Hao was left in the hall.

"Ancestor, you don't have to be like this."

"The visitor is a guest. No matter whether your Taoist friend has been a disciple of my Ziyun Sect or not, when you come, I will entertain you, please." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Meng Hao stepped forward and sat on one side of the table. The middle-aged man smiled and sat down cross-legged.

"I'm Sun Tao, I'm not an ancestor, I'm just a medicine boy, so fellow Taoists don't have to call me ancestor. If it really counts... I'll call you little master." The middle-aged man laughed and raised his hand.

Wine jug, fill a glass for Meng Hao.

Meng Hao was stunned.

"I used to be Master Zidong's medicine boy, and I still am now." The middle-aged man glanced at Meng Hao and smiled slightly.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed instantly.

"No need to ask, no need to ask, no need to ask."

"I already understand your purpose of coming, but your master is currently in seclusion and cannot go out... He asked me to tell you that cultivation... means cultivating the mind!"

"Where the heart is, whether it's red or black, your intention is the key. Your intention is like a knife. Your knife... can cut off a third time, so why be at a loss."

"In life, you always have to make a choice, whether it is wrong or right. If you go on and look back a few years later, what was wrong...may not be wrong, and what is right...maybe not right."

"Why bother, why be confused, everything...just keep going."

"Because, if there is no wrong, how can there be right? The same principle is true, if there is no right, how can there be wrong?" The middle-aged man spoke slowly and looked at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's mind was shaken violently. He came to Ziyun Sect just because he wanted to see his master, Alchemy Ghost. He had been away for many years. He had never forgotten the three-kowtow ceremony that day.

"In addition, the path of alchemy is the great road. Your master asked me to tell you that it must not be abandoned. Maybe with your current cultivation level, it will not be of much use in the southern land, but your path... is destined to go out of the southern land. Go.

further.

At that time, the alchemy path... will be your greatest support, allowing you to keep your own elixir fire alive during the difficult journey."

Meng Hao was silent. After a long time, he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. When he stood up, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply to the middle-aged man.

"Thank you, senior, for your enlightenment. Please tell me, master, that this disciple will never forget the teacher's teachings!" After Meng Hao finished speaking, he took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out of the hall.

The middle-aged man sat cross-legged. Looking at Meng Hao's back, he nodded slightly.

And in this Ziyun Sect, on the first peak of Dandong, in the cave, at this moment, a white-haired old man is sitting cross-legged and meditating. The outside of his body is twisted and void, and there seems to be a vague secret of the Great Dao.

His eyes opened slightly at this moment, and he looked far away outside the cave. He seemed to see Meng Hao walking out of the hall, with a cheerful look on his face.

Meng Hao walked out of the hall, and immediately the head elder of the Ziyun Sect and others hurried forward. Meng Hao suddenly stopped and looked up at the peaks of the Dandong line. It took a long, long time before he looked back.

"I want to go to my cave home back then." Meng Hao looked at the head of the Ziyun Sect. The head immediately nodded, surrounded Meng Hao, and walked forward.

Not long after, Meng Hao entered the Dandong lineage. Behind him, he was accompanied by the head elder of the Ziyun Sect and others. When he entered the Dandong lineage, Meng Hao suddenly looked strange.

He saw that... silver gun!

How many years have passed, this gun is still... pierced into the ground, and even a fence has been repaired around it, making this gun seem to have become a part of the scenery here.

Under the gun, two monks were sitting cross-legged. They were already old men, but Meng Hao could still vaguely see that it was Lu Song and Qian Shuihen from back then.

These two people are now monks in the middle stage of pill formation. They also hold the position of deacon in Ziyun Sect. When Meng Hao saw them at this moment, these two people immediately stood up with respectful expressions and bowed deeply to Meng Hao with clasped fists.

.

"Greetings to Senior Meng."

"Haha, Young Master, do you still remember this gun?" The head of the Ziyun Sect on the side immediately laughed.

"This gun, after all, was brought back by Elder Wu. After it was pierced here, it has now become a famous area in our Ziyun Sect."

"Senior Meng, don't worry, this junior will take good care of this gun!" Lu and Qian said excitedly. They had long forgotten the grievances they felt back then. At this moment, they had fanatical admiration for Meng Hao, and even felt that they could

I am very proud to have past memories with Meng Hao.

Meng Hao coughed dryly and touched his storage bag. There was also a golden gun in his storage bag, but he still couldn't find anyone who could be tricked...

Wu Dingqiu, who was on the side, was trembling at this moment, groaning secretly in his heart. Just as he was about to take a few steps back, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly fell on him.

Wu Dingqiu's body was shaken, and he quickly smiled, while his heart was beating a drum, but he felt that Old Weird Song was the mastermind of what happened back then.

When Meng Hao and the Purple Luck Sect were searching for memories, at this moment, in the North Land on the other side of the Tianhe Sea, a massacre was taking place.

On the land near the Tianhe Sea, there are nearly a million monks at the moment, standing ready, divided into more than ten groups, each from many sects and tribes in the North.

On the ground, giant beasts hundreds of feet tall were tied by iron chains. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free and were led forward.

In the sky, countless huge evil birds made sharp screams and circled in all directions. Their wings formed huge shadows on the earth in the sunlight, which seemed to cover the sky.

Further away, giants as tall as mountains were taking long strides, holding huge bone clubs in their hands, roaring and roaring. There were dozens of such giants.

Even further back, black clouds filled the air, as if there were countless ferocious ghosts hiding in them, approaching at full speed.

These are the armies of the North. They are gathering on the coast of Tianhe, as if... waiting for something!
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