Rumble!

Early that morning, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air in a basin in this elegant setting, in an attic.

The roof of this attic has long since disappeared, like a wreckage, and a large amount of black ash can be seen, and there are now nearly a thousand monks around it, but no matter what they are doing, they seem to be accustomed to such lightning.

The parrot flew in the air, looking up at the sky from time to time, sighing as if it was a little pity, but it felt that it was a good intention, so it once again went to train those monks to practice its immortal array.

"This array is people-oriented, the number of people is more than 100, it can shake the Dan, the number of people is more than 1,000, the number of people can be trapped in the Yuanying, the number of people is more than 10,000, the spirit is a fart, if it exceeds a million, it can shake the immortals!

I think that the five masters crisscrossed the nine mountains and seas, more than 10 million believers, and where they passed, who dared not worship!" The parrot's eyes showed reminiscence, as if he was very emotional, as if he wanted to restore the glory in his memory, so he trained these monks even harder.

In the attic, Meng Hao's face was ugly, but what was even more ugly than his face was the ancestor of the Li family who was struggling to breathe.

"Ancestor, you are my ancestor, let me go......"

"I can't bear it anymore, you let Lei directly chop me to death......" The ancestor of the Li family wailed, his soul trembled, he was going crazy these days.

Meng Hao didn't say a word, and after taking away the soul body of the ancestor of the Li family, he didn't even seem to have any interest in looking up at the sky, and even for the lightning that appeared out of thin air, he didn't say that he was completely numb, but he had long been used to it.

Having practiced an extremely skillful skill in summoning the ancestor of the Li family, it was an almost intuitive judgment, as long as lightning appeared. Immediately summon the ancestor of the Li family.

It's just this proficiency. Meng Hao has not been able to succeed every time. There are still times when he is a step slower, but he was thundered again and again, and the tragic lesson of the thunder slash made Meng Hao here, he had to quickly reach a state of almost perfection.

Faintly, in such an environment, Meng Hao is slowly forming an intuition for thunder and lightning. Once this intuition is truly formed, it can become an instinct.

At this moment, Meng Hao couldn't make his face indifferent, and he looked a little ugly, but it was much better than the ancestor of the Li family who was taken away, and he was seriously bowing his head and looking at the front of him, now his whole body was trembling, his face was pale, even more miserable than the ancestor of the Li family, like a middle-aged monk who had lost all the strength to move.

This monk is not a man of inkland. It was the cultivation of the Western Desert, and it was the person who was stunned by Meng Hao that day and had three totems on his body. After being brought here by Meng Hao, he sealed his body and began to study.

Meng Hao likes to study, whether it is studying books and studying some other pamphlets when he was a scholar, or after stepping into the cultivation realm, he began to study magic techniques and ponder alchemy.

It seems that whenever he has time, he needs to study what he has learned, and every time he has a lot of enlightenment.

But this is the first time to study people.

This middle-aged monk, Meng Hao has been studying for three days, from the inside out, once there is something he doesn't understand, he will tear it off more carefully, and in front of the other party, he must make it clear before he stops.

In the past three days, for Meng Hao, the research has been rewarded, and there are surprises, but for the middle-aged man, it was like a nightmare, as if he had gone to hell alive, that feeling, it was difficult to describe, he went from indifference, to poignant, to curse and madness, until he wailed, and when he arrived at the end of the year, for Meng Hao, he felt that the other party was the most terrifying person in the entire cultivation world.

At this moment, Meng Hao was studying the blood of this middle-aged monk, and his right hand was raised, and a long mark was directly made on the middle-aged man's arm that was full of wounds and scabs, and even a few pieces of flesh were missing, and a lot of blood was taken out.

The blood was sent into a Dan furnace and the refining began.

The middle-aged man's face was pale, his eyes were a little dull, and he was even more desperate, he didn't know how long Lu Dao would have to endure such a day, his mind had already collapsed, and even yesterday, when Meng Hao suddenly wanted to study his brain, he was so frightened that he shed tears.

Fortunately, Meng Hao hesitated at the time and chose to give up.

Meng Hao has always had a strong interest in the totem of the Western Desert, and this totem has been analyzed many times by Meng Hao and found that it has the same power as the elixir, which is an external force.

For example, condensing qi to draw totem breakthroughs, building a foundation and using the power of totems to form a pill, this kind of thing gave Meng Hao a great inspiration.

After becoming the mid-stage realm of the perfect Jindan, Meng Hao had a hunch that he could break through sooner or later and become the late stage of the Jindan, and even this feeling was very strong, which made him faintly have some enlightenment, maybe the heavenly tribulation came completely again, and after being spent by himself, he could become the late stage of the heavenly tribulation.

It's just that even in the late stage of Yudan, he is not at all sure about Yuanying Meng Hao, Yuanying is a huge step in front of most monks, and there are not many people who can cross it.

Over the years, there have been a lot of people in the later stage of the Yudan, and there are many people who can break through to become Yuan Infants, although it seems to be a lot, but that is because of the long life of Yuan Infant Monks, and the cumulative number has increased, but in fact, there are never many people who can become Yuan Babies in each generation.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Meng Hao lacks the Tailing Sutra's exercises on the Jindan Scroll, and without this exercise, it is difficult to climb to become a perfect Yuanying.

And to obtain the exercises, this is unrealistic, and Meng Hao doesn't know where the Jin Dan scroll of the Dao Tailing Sutra is, until the totem of the Western Desert monk, Meng Hao has a feeling that he may be able to find a way to reach the perfect Yuan Infant in this regard.

"Interesting, there is no totemic breath in the blood. Meng Hao stared at the Dan furnace in front of him, watching the blood in the Dan furnace slowly turn into mist, and after it gradually dissipated, a ray of essence bloomed in his eyes.

"Skin, flesh, bones, blood, are no exception, very ordinary!" Meng Hao thought for a moment, and when he looked down at the middle-aged man, the man immediately trembled in his heart, and just when he was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, Meng Hao's right hand fell in an instant and pressed the totem on his arm.

"Only this totem has a faint demonic aura, which is the so-called ninth mountain and sea origin. When Meng Hao's right hand was raised, the middle-aged man let out a miserable wail, and his skin was detached from his arm and became a layer of skin. When floating in Meng Hao's hands. Rapid withering visible to the naked eye. Soon it was gone.

"Once out of the monk's body, the totem disappears. Meng Hao waved his right hand and frowned.

"What is the totem?Heaven and Earth Demon Manifestation?" Meng Hao raised his head and looked at the sky, it was dusk at the moment, he looked at the clouds outside the sky, all kinds of thoughts in his mind, there was no answer.

After a long time. Meng Hao waved his hand, and immediately the middle-aged man's sealed cultivation was restored, and he quickly got up tremblingly, knelt down in front of Meng Hao, and his whole body trembled.

"You can go. Meng Hao said lightly.

This sentence was like a fairy sound for this middle-aged man, and he was moved to shed tears again at this moment, and left quickly, galloping all the way, hoping to leave this nightmare area immediately.

Long. Meng Hao lowered his head again and smiled dumbly.

"It's that I'm too hungry. This kind of totemic thing, even if I can correct the demonic qi myself, but if I want to truly understand, it will take a lot of time, not a short period of time to understand it thoroughly. When Meng Hao muttered, a trace of firmness flashed in the depths of his eyes, since he wanted to completely understand the totem, he would never give up.

The right hand raised and patted the storage bag, and immediately a palm-sized earthy yellow cloth appeared in Meng Hao's hand, which was very soft, more like some kind of special paper.

The edges are uneven, this thing is the reason why Meng Hao became the Golden Light Ancestor, after the parrot woke up, he immediately helped Meng Hao refine the banner he had snatched, and only such a small piece of cloth remained.

"The rune paper used by the immortals can be of great benefit to me to comprehend the runes of the ink earth. Meng Hao's left hand rubbed lightly on it, after he became the Golden Light Ancestor these days, the scope of searching for immortal land was larger, there were more people, and the harvest was far beyond before.

A large amount of immortal soil was sent here, and before, Meng Hao needed to comprehend it, but now as soon as these immortal soils touch this rune paper, they will immediately be swallowed up and absorb the breath, making the immortal soil lose that extraordinary power.

As it continued to devour, some faint marks gradually appeared on this rune.

Meng Hao believed that with the passage of time, as long as the immortal soil was enough, sooner or later, the runes would reappear on this rune paper, and as he continued to realize, once he mastered this rune, even if he only mastered a few of them, it would be amazing.

This is what Meng Hao prepared for himself, and when he stepped into Yuanying in the future, he would have a unique immortal method!

In the early morning of the next day, Meng Hao put away the rune paper, took out his wooden sword of the years, and began to practice again, since he came to the ink soil, for the treasure of the years, Meng Hao has always been refining, and at this moment his wooden sword has enough power of the years of Sanjiazi.

In addition, there are many other two Jiazi, one Jiazi's Spring and Autumn Wood, and Meng Hao's storage bag.

"The treasure of the years of Yijiazi, the difficulty of refining is not too high, and it can be refined at a certain cost, but when it comes to Liangjiazi, there is only a three-percent chance of success, and once it fails, everything will be in vain.

This is not terrible, what is terrible is the treasure of the years of Sanjiazi, and the success may be less than half of it...... If it weren't for the fact that I had a bronze mirror, I am afraid that even if it was a lifetime, it would be difficult to refine one. Meng Hao looked at a wooden sword in his hand that emitted a blue glow, this wooden sword seemed to have a stream of water swimming away, emitting a dazzling light, and with a slight wave, it could set off ripples, and where the ripples passed, the surrounding buildings began to decay.

Just as he was about to take it away, suddenly Meng Hao raised his head violently, and after glancing at the distance, he frowned.

"The Dongluo family, can't you bear it anymore. Meng Hao's spiritual sense spread out to find the parrot in his deep groaning, and after passing a sentence, his body blurred for a while, as if overlapping figures appeared, and soon, he turned into two Meng Hao, one of them crossed his knees, and the other stood up and disappeared into the earth.

With a wave of his right hand, he immediately flew out from the ground where he was cross-legged, and suddenly nine wooden swords that had been sharpened by the Spring and Autumn Wood flew out, shuttled in, and surrounded the surroundings.

Most of these wooden swords are one jiazi, among which there are three two jiazi, flying at this moment, surrounded by the only three jiazi wooden swords, impressively in the air, forming the shape of a lotus flower between each other.

The tip of the sword is outside, the ripples are visible to the naked eye like a whirlpool, rotating around the lotus shape, with the rapid rotation of the lotus sword shape, the attic where Meng Hao is located, rapidly withered, and in a blink of an eye, it became a fly ash to dissipate, and the breath around the basin also exudes the meaning of vicissitudes and decay at this moment, more than a thousand monks here are all shaken, all rushed out and scattered, looking at Meng Hao sitting cross-legged in the distance, the lotus flower on his head is rotting, and the entire basin is decaying.

At this moment, the bright moon rises, and the moonlight falls on the ten swords, refracting the silver light, like a blooming lotus, bewitching, beautiful...... It has become a picture that everyone here can never forget for a lifetime.

In the picture, the lotus flower blooms, the ancestor under the flower looks up indifferently, and the slight voice of the ancestor echoes.

"This is the Sword Array, my years Sword Array!"

The second one is sent, brothers and sisters, the ear root is eager for a monthly pass (to be continued......)