At this time, what could be comforted was the battle that might be taking place on the other side of the desert, and Mo Changqing had already led the elders of the major factions to stop it.

This can be seen from the blood-colored mist that shrouded the head of the Yan King.

After all, this blood-colored mist, whether it was the scope of the envelopment or the depth of the color, was really much weaker than before.

It's just that Mo Changqing may be able to stop the ongoing fighting, but there is no way to stop those monks who died in the fighting from becoming sacrifices for this "blood sacrifice" ceremony.

If you want to really cut off this ritual from the source, you can only rely on his "Great Resurrection Technique".

"If he hadn't been given a chance to run away, maybe he wouldn't have had so much trouble now. "For the possibility of consuming Great Martial Venerable Points to perform the "Great Resurrection Technique" to resurrect those dead monks later, Meng Siao didn't feel any distress.

After all, judging from the results of the previous "Great Resurrection Technique", the "Great Death Points" given by the other party after the successful resurrection are converted into Great Martial Venerable Points, which is still slightly surplus compared to the Great Martial Venerable Points required to perform the "Great Resurrection Technique".

It's just that in this way, it is tantamount to cheapening the major sects in vain, which makes him, who has always taken slapping his face as his responsibility, somewhat unhappy.

"Let's see if we can find a way to knock out a bamboo pole from that group of elders. At the very least, let them know that there is a great price to pay to perform the Great Resurrection. Otherwise, with the face of this kind of monk, when the time comes, I will come to the young master to resurrect a person, then what has become of the young master!" Meng Siao pondered, and his figure had already appeared at the edge of the great desert.

This position, although it is a little different from the first time he came, is generally not far away.

In the air, the frequent and subtle fluctuations of spiritual power, at this moment, he came for the second time, and he could actually sense it!

"Nima! Haven't finished the fight yet?!" At this moment, even he showed a surprised expression, "This must have been almost five hours!

Spit and complain, but what should be done still has to be done.

Meng Siao followed the sense of spiritual sense, and soon came to the ruins of a nearby ancient monument.

The fluctuations in the spiritual power and the spiritual power of heaven and earth that he sensed twice came from the ruins of this ancient monument.

"Could it be Ge Hu and Jin Muyang again?" he frowned, and then remembered that Ge Hu seemed to have been plotted by the Yan King, "Could it be Jin Muyang?"

He shrugged his shoulders and leaped into the ruins of the monument.

Since he didn't know how many people were fighting here, and where they all died, he didn't look for it inch by inch, but directly traced the source of the spiritual power and the fluctuations of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and performed the "Five Elements Escape Technique" and went directly to the battlefield.

At the core of the ruins of this monument, a three-person melee has entered the most white-hot stage.

Among these three people, one of them is Meng Siao's old acquaintance.

Lowe is ruthless.

It's just that this proud son of the Taiyi Sect is indeed quite a wolf at this time, and his body is already covered in blood, and even his arm has been cut off.

However, the other two people who were fighting with him were not much better than him in terms of appearance. Not to mention that they were all covered in blood, one was blinded in one eye, and it could be seen that there was a huge blood hole on the originally relatively handsome face, which was indescribably infiltrating.

The other one, who had all four limbs, did not lose his nose and ears or anything, but in his chest and abdomen, there was another penetrating Yan zhòng wound, the blood around the wound had already coagulated, and he didn't know what it was, and the fist-sized wound penetrated his abdomen and back, directly revealing an unobstructed hole.

When Meng Siao rushed here following the fluctuation of spiritual power, this person's chest happened to be slapped by Luo Ruthless, and between the stumbling figures, he was punched in the head by the blind one, and his neck was suddenly crooked, and the sound of bones breaking came out at the same time.

"Poof", when Meng Siao saw this person, this guy happened to fall heavily to the ground, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and his anger was like a gossamer, and he couldn't live at all.

"! Three people, five hours of fighting? What kind of hatred and what kind of grudge this is-" Meng Siao didn't pay attention to this guy who was about to braid, but glanced around, and as a result, except for these three people, not even a ghost shadow was found.

This was more than 108,000 miles away from the scene he had predicted before.

When he finally came back to his senses and looked at the three of them, the unlucky ghost on the ground was already breathless.

And the two who were fighting each other, as if they didn't pay attention to him at all, were still fighting for their lives miserably.

", completely crazy?" Meng Siao frowned suddenly, and after carefully observing the scene here, he found no traces of prohibitions, formations, etc.

That is to say, the two people who are fighting fiercely now are not controlled by the "blood sacrifice" ceremony, so they will fight so selflessly, it seems that they have lost their minds because of the fighting, and the whole person has completely fallen into the killing.

Meng Siao didn't know what was going on between the three of them, so much so that they had been fighting here for five hours, but he didn't care about the reason at all.

For him now, stopping the killing and resurrecting the dead in the fight is the only purpose of his trip.

So, a dragon groan sounded, and a bright sword light slashed through the air, and the two great heads flew up directly.

"Damn, Luo is ruthless?! I really didn't notice it before. Meng Siao, who directly beheaded the two of them with a sword, only to find out that among the two people, the "one-armed hero" was actually Luo Wuru of Taiyimen, "This guy, it's not like the kind of person who will kill to the point of losing his mind, tsk, five hours, these three people can hold on until now." ”

As the words fell, the two bodies that were entangled together, but were cut off at the same time, finally fell to the ground at the same time, and the blood instantly flowed into a puddle of blood.

"Anyway, it's all going to be resurrected, and it's okay to let me brush a big kill point by the way before the resurrection, you say yes?" Meng Wushao, who had completely broken through the sky, slashed the two of them with a sword, directly ending the final battle here, and at this time, he unhurriedly concluded the handprint of the "Great Resurrection Technique", preparing to resurrect the three people.

The three people present had just died, although they all had the cultivation of Zhou Tianjing, but resurrecting them only consumed a total of 200,000 Great Martial Venerable points, not even a fraction of the Yan Ren King.

The holy white light fell, and the bodies of the three gradually began to recover.

After more than a dozen breaths, Luo Wuru was the first to come back to life, but his face was confused, as if he was a little incomprehensible that he would appear here at this time and sit on a pool of blood.