These herbs are arbitrary. Although they are not considered as treasures of heaven and earth, they are rare in the world, and ordinary monks often find it difficult to obtain much for decades.

But now there are hundreds of them in Shangguan Xiu’s storage bag.

In addition, there are two pills, one orange and one blue, which are placed separately in two jade boxes, which looks very precious.

"All of these are medicinal materials for refining the perfect foundation-building pill... As for these two pills..." Meng Hao observed carefully, his eyes flashed and he looked at the tortoise shell again.

"To refine the perfect foundation-building pill, you must first refine seven pills. These two pills are two pills, which were refined by Shangguan Xiu over the years." Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and got the answer, and at the same time he was even more shocked. After all, even if Shangguan Xiu spent fifty years to gather these, it would have exceeded the limit of a Qi Condensing Cultivator.

"There is Tianhefang behind him..."

In fact, what Meng Hao thought was not comprehensive enough. In order to refine the perfect foundation-building pill, Shangguan Xiu almost used various methods to secretly take away all the treasure house left by the ancestor of Tianhe and the accumulation of the family over the past few hundred years in the past fifty years, and even searched the outside world. Only then can he finally get enough of it.

It's just that there are still some of the same medicinal materials. Because one plant is rare, it requires three plants, so it can never be refined. It is precisely because of this that he was so persistent and crazy about Meng Hao after he inferred the efficacy of Meng Hao's treasure.

But now, it has become a blessing to Meng Hao personally. If Shangguan Xiu could know the future, he would never provoke Meng Hao, which would have been in vain for fifty years of preparation.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, put the tortoise shell and the medicinal materials into the storage bag, and then placed all the storage bags in his Qiankun pocket.

Then he took a deep breath, left a mark on the Qiankun bag, paused, stood in the jungle, looked up at the sky in the distance, his eyes slowly revealed bright light, and when he thought of the perfect foundation building, he was moved.

"As for the matter of thunder tribulation coming after swallowing the pill, the perfect foundation building is not something you should consider now, and you don't have to make a decision immediately. I can just think about it when building the foundation in the future.

What we need to think about now is the matter between the ancestor Kuishan and the three major sects." Meng Hao closed his eyes, opened his eyes after a few breaths, calming his eyes, suppressing his previous ups and downs.

"A year has passed long ago, and the agreement with the Ancestor Backing has expired. The Ancestor promised that if I could lead all the powerful people in the cultivation world of Zhao State in a year, I would give me a reward..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed.

"But this matter is too dangerous. With my Qi Condensation Cultivation Cultivation, I undoubtedly hit the stone with an egg..." Meng Hao frowned and hesitated.

"It is best not to participate in this matter. The Ancestor Backer only said that there is no specific time limit after one year. When my cultivation level is higher, if I can build a foundation, then if there is an accident, I can also have some self-protection power." Meng Hao looked up, and from the disappearance of the three-color spear, he always felt that the Ancestor Backer was not very reliable.

"It's just that the three major sects are now wanting, and the cultivators of the three sects are constantly looking for my traces nearby. If they have no way out, they can only take a risk and take them to the place where the ancestors are in seclusion." Meng Hao walked quickly towards the barren mountain while pondering, thinking about how to solve it.

But just as Meng Hao walked forward, he suddenly felt a sense of fear, and his heart seemed to be still for a moment, as if an invisible big hand penetrated his chest and grabbed his heart in his hand.

Even at this moment, Meng Hao felt that the surrounding mountains and forests seemed to have turned into pairs of eyes, looking at him coldly.

This feeling came quickly and disappeared quickly. It completely dissipated in a few breaths, but Meng Hao's face was pale. He suddenly turned around and looked around. The surroundings were very quiet and there was no clue, as if everything before was an hallucination.

"What's the reason?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he galloped forward faster.

At this moment, in the territory of Zhao, far from where Meng Hao was, on a mountain, an old man in a navy blue robe sat cross-legged. The old man had closed his eyes and made gestures with his right hand, as if he was calculating. Now his eyes slowly opened and looked into the distance.

"So it turns out that these three sects want to hide from me, which is ridiculous." The old man spoke lightly, stood up and walked forward, and there was no shadow in an instant.

At this moment, Liu Daoyun was speeding up, and was thrown away by Meng Hao before, so that he could only see Meng Hao's back. Now that he rushed into the mountains, a strong sense of hatred and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

He hated Meng Hao to the core. The bloody crime caused by the silver spear made him almost a joke in the cultivation world of Zhao State, and it was spread and even almost caused a bloody battle between the two major sects. Although this battle was not carried out, he paid a very terrible price.

Thinking of the miserable and severe pain that he was tied to the Dengfeng pillar in front of the elders of the three major sects that day, and was whipped by someone with a fire-phosphorus whip for nearly a hundred times, Liu Daoyun's hatred and anger towards Meng Hao became even more crazy.

The skin of the whip was blooming and the biting pain made Liu Daoyun wake up at night even now. Whenever this happened, his desire to kill Meng Hao was extremely strong.

Unlike others, Liu Daoyun had no intention of capturing him alive. He had only one plan to kill Meng Hao!

Even if the sect was displeased after killing this person, he had already prepared to be sentenced to the master. At worst, after killing Meng Hao, he would leave the cultivation world of Zhao. The southern region is so big, and the cultivation country is everywhere, especially the core area is even more magnificent. With his cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Condensation, he would not believe that he would not have a place to live. When his cultivation level is successful in the future, he would definitely kill back to Zhao and let Fenghan destroy the sect before he could bloodshed his pain of being whipped.

At this moment, the speed was so fast that he had already exerted all his strength to find Meng Hao and kill him before the sect foundation-building powerhouse and the ancestor Jiedan arrived.

"Meng Hao, even if you escape, you have nowhere to escape!" Liu Daoyun's eyes were full of murderous intent. Thinking of the magic treasure that he borrowed from his storage bag, which consumed spiritual power but was amazing, he was even more confident in killing Meng Hao.

Stepping into the barren mountain, Liu Daoyun stood on the crystal sword and swept around. He even used his cultivation level as the ninth level of Qi Condensation and his identity as an inner disciple, and used the jade slip to inform all the disciples of the sect who entered the barren mountain to search here. Once he saw Meng Hao, he would immediately inform him.

Not long after, Liu Daoyun, who was sliding in the air, suddenly slapped the storage bag and a glowing jade slip appeared in his hand. He quickly placed it between his eyebrows. After a moment, Liu Daoyun smiled grimly, immediately changed direction, and went away in an instant, heading straight to the disciple who was transmitting the voice in the jade slip, chasing the direction he mentioned.

In just half a stick of incense, with Liu Daoyun coming, he saw Meng Hao standing in front of him on the treasure fan and piercing through the eyebrows of a disciple of Fenghan Sect with one sword.

Almost as he saw Meng Hao, Meng Hao turned his head and looked at Liu Daoyun coldly, frowned secretly. Since his heart suddenly hurt like he was caught invisibly, he always felt like he was being watched by some kind of gaze, galloping all the way, but gradually found that there were many cultivators of the three major sects around him.

He could not avoid it just now. Although he quickly took action to kill several people on the other side, the disciples of Fenghan Sect still used the jade slips of his sect to spread the news.

"Meng Hao!" Liu Daoyun roared lowly, and immediately made a flying sword under his feet buzzing and left his feet with a buzzing sound, and headed straight for Meng Hao.

"Today, see how you can escape. Liu must tear you into pieces today, so that I can relieve my hatred!" Liu Daoyun's eyes turned bloody and murderous intent was everywhere. Seeing that sword approaching Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed coldly. Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart. The trace of spiritual consciousness that had not dissipated in his mind made Meng Hao's body quickly retreat without hesitation. At the same time, as the sword was approaching, suddenly, a strong wind whistled up in an instant, and the crystal sword was blown backwards and was thrown away from Meng Hao.

At the same time, an old figure suddenly appeared here. This was an old man wearing a navy blue robe. His face was a bit brown and his eyes showed a terrifying light.

Especially in his eyes, there was sun, moon and stars, which gave people a feeling of being lost. On his blue robe, there was a strange pattern embroidered with the four corners of the pattern, like an altar, and there was an eye in the middle, which was even more evil than the old man's eyes.

"What a heavy resentment." The old man glanced at Liu Daoyun and spoke indifferently. When his words came out, the spiritual energy around Meng Hao suddenly became chaotic, making his body feel like he was bound. The feeling of his heart being caught invisibly appeared again, which made Meng Hao's face change immediately and his heart skip a beat.

The moment Liu Daoyun saw the old man, his face changed drastically, and he took two steps back and immediately clasped his fists.

"My younger generation, Liu Daoyun, pay homage to the master Tianji."

Almost as soon as Liu Daoyun bowed, six figures suddenly appeared in the sky. The six figures were so fast that the previous breath was still far away, but the next breath appeared here.

The moment he saw these six people, Meng Hao's heart immediately sank. He had seen these six people. It was the old monster Jiedan of the three major sects of Zhao who forced the Kuangshan Sect to dissolve that day, especially the old woman. Meng Hao was even more impressed.

After these six people, the sky was roaring and more than ten figures came quickly. These people were not gliding in the sky, but were actually flying. The roar echoed around, causing the birds and beasts in the barren mountains to tremble. At this moment, they came around, and all their eyes fell on Meng Hao in an instant.

Meng Hao's face was gloomy, and he glanced at the irritable foundation-building monk who was about to attack him that day.

The strong pressure enveloped all directions, and Liu Daoyun took a few steps back with a pale face. When he looked at Meng Hao, although the murderous intent in his eyes was hidden, it was already full of resentment.

Meng Hao's heart sank, knowing that he couldn't escape today, but his expression gradually recovered. He just took a deep breath and looked at the powerful Zhao country around him, silent.

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