I Shall Seal the Heavens

The roar of the self-destruction had no effect at all under Meng Hao's eyeless silkworms. They were all canceled out. Meng Hao glanced at Nascent Soul, who was running away in panic. He raised his right hand and waved, and the eyeless silkworms buzzed away in an instant. It directly passed through the Yuanying's body and twisted violently. The Yuanying's eyes showed despair, and he made seals with his hands. Immediately, light shone outside his body. He tried to resist, but the moment he touched the eyeless silk, he was immediately cut into pieces. Come on, this eyeless silk will instantly wrap around the Nascent Soul and strangle it directly!

A shrill scream suddenly came out. After this elder of the poisonous scorpion lineage lost his body, the remaining Nascent Soul could not escape the fate of death. It was torn apart and completely destroyed.

His death made the minds of everyone around him buzz, especially Meng Hao's extremely ruthless methods, ruthless attacks, and obvious intention of extermination. Coupled with Meng Hao's teleportation, he had completely entered the Yuan Dynasty. The qualifications for the Infant Battle, and the Nascent Soul monks around him were all injured before, and their cultivation levels were sealed due to poisonous scorpions, which cut them off from the outside world, making the Nascent Soul unstable. At this moment, the expression of the Tongtian Priest continued to change. , there was a trace of resentment in his eyes, but his body immediately retreated and stopped entangled.

As for the other eight Yuanying monks, they were all frightened. If they were at the peak of their cultivation, they would still be sure to join forces to fight. However, at this moment, they are all exhausted and injured. They do not dare to continue fighting and retreat one after another. Kai Lai, distanced himself from Meng Hao, and became even more vigilant.

When Meng Hao saw this scene, he sighed secretly in his heart. If he had killed them faster before, he might have been able to kill a few more people, but the Nascent Soul cultivator. Each of them rises among tens of millions of people and has a deep scheming mind. Very difficult to kill.

It was Meng Hao's trick before, and he succeeded in killing one person. Now everyone did not dare to fight anymore, and it was a bit difficult to continue killing.

"Since you don't dare to fight, let's leave the seeds of retreat in these people's minds, and it will be easier for me to kill them if we meet them again in the future!" Meng Hao took a deep breath, and his expression showed confidence. This was his true In a sense, the first Nascent Soul cultivator that he killed alone, at this moment, he was considered to be the real leader in the world of cultivation. Stand firm!

Killing a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, Meng Hao could do it when the fire attribute did not appear, but it would not be as easy as now, but now, after the fire attribute totem appeared. Meng Hao, who possesses three totems, although he still has perfect golden elixir, his actual combat power has already surpassed the gap between the elixir formation and the Nascent Soul, which is said to be insurmountable!

At this moment, Meng Hao's body disappeared again. When he appeared, he was already beside Zhao Chunmu. Zhao Chunmu's face turned pale, he let out a shrill scream, and his expression was extremely frightened.

"Since we can't attract big fish, there is no need to keep your bait." Meng Hao said calmly, raised his right hand, and no matter how Zhao Chunmu resisted and struggled, he instantly clicked on the man's eyebrow.

With a slight touch, there was a roar, and Zhao Chunmu's entire head exploded, and his body shook and fell directly to the ground.

At the same time, on the battlefield, the five tribes of the Crow God were also fighting against the poisonous scorpion lineage. Meng Hao's rise and his record of killing a Nascent Soul monk made other Nascent Soul elders dare not approach until he killed the poisonous scorpion one. The scenes of the Saint Son of Pulse completely defeated the fighting spirit of the Poisonous Scorpion lineage, causing them to retreat one after another, while the five groups of Crow Gods rose up layer by layer and fought fiercely, seeming to have forgotten their fatigue, even if there was only one left at the moment. Thousands of people are still attacking like crazy.

Meng Hao's demon horde played an extremely crucial role in this war. If not for the nearly 7,000 demon hordes that died at this moment, the Five Crow Gods would not have been able to persist until now.

Meng Hao stood on the battlefield, his eyes swept in all directions, and once again fell on Zhao Youlan. At this glance, Zhao Youlan's face immediately turned extremely pale. After retreating back, the high priest guarding Zhao Youlan immediately became nervous.

Meng Hao's strength had deeply shocked them.

At this moment, a sound of thunder rumbled from the sky. This thunder was a bit special, as if it was the screams of countless people. The sound was shocking, as if the soul was trembling.

After the thunder, the rain fell, and it was purple rain. It was no longer the scattered rain before, but became larger and scattered on the earth.

In this rain, the cold meaning of destruction and the annihilation of all life are gradually beginning to appear in the rain-filled world.

At this moment, a crisis appeared in Meng Hao's mind for no reason. He raised his head suddenly, looked at the purple rain falling from the sky, and frowned again.

"This rain... something is wrong."

Almost at the same time as the rain fell, a beam of teleportation light suddenly rose up in the distant sky, and then, figures seemed to come out of nothingness, and it quickly became clear that they were the members of the Five Poison Tribe.

Their appearance immediately made the desperate Poisonous Scorpion clan members excited.

Meng Hao's eyes narrowed, and he flicked his sleeves as he stepped back.

"The Five Tribes of the Crow God, retreat into the light curtain!" As he spoke, all the members of the Five Tribes of the Crow God on the battlefield saw this scene in the sky one by one. In silence, they retreated one after another. Suddenly, the battlefield There was an emptiness.

At this moment, a fierce roar came out, and more than 20,000 monks from the Five Poison Tribe came roaring in with indifference and murderous intent. Their numbers were overwhelming.

Among them, there are also many high-level dragons. Each dragon has thousands or even tens of thousands of strange monsters. After more than 20,000 monks, they turned into an even larger sea of ​​monsters. , coming roaring.

Among these monks, there are more than thirty elders of Yuanying, and there are six priests. Even among this group of strong men, there is an old man, wearing a white robe, with brown skin, and his eyes reveal a compelling light. His cultivation level is clearly in the late Nascent Soul stage.

His identity is that he is the leader of the Five Poison Tribe's sacrificial group. He is the common high priest of the entire Five Poisons and Five Meridians. In the Five Poison Tribe, his status is second only to the clan leader.

"Meet the high priest!"

"We are waiting to see the high priest!" Whether it was poisonous spiders or poisonous scorpions, all the remaining people on the battlefield were pointing toward the sky. The old man knelt down and worshiped.

Zhao Youlan is also one of them.

In the sky, there is this huge strength. It is definitely not something that the Crow God Tribe can resist at this moment, especially since the light curtain has no source and is already thin. It seems that it will dissipate on its own within two hours at most.

Outside the light curtain, Meng Hao stood there, surrounded by the clan chiefs of the Wubing Tribe. The remaining five Nascent Soul cultivators in the Five Divisions all looked ugly.

Under Meng Hao's control, the remaining 7,000-odd monsters guarding the outside of the light curtain were all quiet at the moment, causing a rare dead silence on the battlefield, with only purple rain. It's getting bigger.

"Leave no one behind!" In this silence, in the sky, the high priest of the Five Poisons Department, the old man with a brown face, spoke lightly, and his voice came out. The roar was shocking, coming from all the monster groups and more than 20,000 monks. In this roar, it turned into a surging sea water. Come straight to Meng Hao.

The moment they arrived, Meng Hao took a deep breath. There was a cold light in his eyes, but he did not summon Qinan, because Qinan could only save him from life and death, and could not be used in war.

But the reason why Meng Hao had a certain degree of confidence in this battle from beginning to end was because Meng Hao had a trump card that he had yet to reveal.

At this moment, Meng Hao's voice echoed.

"Ratanes, thorns..." The moment Meng Hao's voice came out, a scream came from the giant giant. It was the bloody vines wrapped around its body. The vines rushed out fiercely, and sprouts sprouted all over its body. Full of sharp thorns, it rushed directly into the earth.

Almost at the moment when the vines melted into the ground, in front of Meng Hao, and also in front of the Five Poison Tribe army, the ground rolled violently, and sharp thorns rushed out instantly. These sharp thorns broke seven to eight feet long, It's a hundred feet long, appearing layer by layer, directly surrounding the entire Wushen tribe!

What's even more weird is that countless sharp thorns appeared on each sharp thorn, spreading to each other. At the same time as the army of the Five Poisons Department rushed in, a protection composed of thorns completely blocked the Crow God Tribe. shrouded within.

This sharp thorn is a sacred object of the Hanxue family. It was given to Meng Hao by the ancestor of the Hanxue family when he left Holy Snow City. It was then used by Meng Hao to feed the cane. Now, after many years, the cane has completely absorbed it. , resulting in variation.

In the roar, outside the protection of the sharp thorns, the demon group was approaching. Upon contact, the loud noise was loud, but the same, the demon group let out a shrill roar.

Cut off the soul, don't step even half a step into this thorn!

Meng Hao took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, condensed a drop of life blood, and blended it into the thorn. His spiritual consciousness instantly merged with the thorn, as if he had transformed into a thorn, and in this way he fought against the five poisons.

"The Hanxue Family's Thorn of Destruction!" The moment the thorn appeared, in mid-air, the high priest of the Five Poisons Department suddenly shrank his eyes.

"The thorn of the Hanxue family, which is said to be below the level of soul-killing and indestructible...I want to see if this rumor is true or not!" The high priest snorted coldly, raised his right hand and waved, and all the monks around him immediately, all The demon group went straight towards the thorn protection.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar, bursts of magic weapon light, totem light, earth-shaking, the earth trembled, the mountains collapsed, the thorns continued to shake, and the layers were shattered, but they still persisted and did not collapse!

At the same time, they continued to disperse, and sharp thorns shot up into the sky one by one. In this short period of time, the demon group of the Five Poisons Department died in large numbers. There were more than 20,000 monks, and more than 3,000 people in total. Amidst the shrill screams, the body was penetrated by sharp thorns, sucking out the life and turning into a mummy.

Just when this war continued, and it seemed that it would not stop until one side was destroyed, suddenly, the strange thunder appeared in the sky again, like countless people roaring shrilly. In this thunder, the purple rain became even bigger, When it falls on the ground, not a single drop will merge into the earth, but float on the earth, causing small puddles to appear one after another in low-lying areas on the ground.

This scene attracted the attention of Meng Hao, Zhao Youlan, and all the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Five Poisons Department, especially the high priest. After being stunned for a moment, he took a closer look at the rainwater. , suddenly... his expression changed drastically!

A complete change!

"This...this is..." The high priest's body trembled. With his cultivation and his mind, even if he encountered a major event related to the survival of the tribe, he would rarely be so uncontrollable, unless...this This thing is more earth-shattering and horrifying than the life and death of the tribe!

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