Chapter 1550: Death Is More Than Innocent!
With this finger, all the fourteenth day alien races in front of Meng Hao trembled, and there was a ripple that spread out from Meng Hao's hand, spreading forward in an instant, this ripple was visible to the naked eye, and it instantly touched the group of alien races that rushed out the fastest.
Almost at the moment of touching, the bodies of these alien races immediately trembled, and their flesh and blood were directly separated from their bodies at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, where the ripples passed, all the alien races became skeletons.
The pain of the separation of flesh and blood from the body immediately made these aliens, and the screams were earth-shattering, until the flesh and blood were completely lost, and their screams could not be made, but could only be condensed in the divine soul, making their divine souls, at this moment, painfully distorted.
Meng Hao's expression was calm, he walked forward, walking through the skeletons everywhere, as he walked forward, the ripples emitted by his previous finger swept towards the entire continent, covering all directions in an instant, causing all those alien races that rushed forward, all of them lost their flesh and blood, and all of them became skeletons.
The sound of clicking echoed, and at the moment of turning into skeletons, these alien races did not die, but trembled one by one, and fell to the ground with a bang, and on the ground, the shattered bodies and bones, but the skulls were still there, and the spirits in them were sealed, making a terrible and indescribable scream.
This scene also shocked everyone in the Vast Sect, shortness of breath, Meng Hao was like a god of the underworld, everywhere he passed, all the flesh and blood dissipated, and only a skeleton remained.
Until Meng Hao had walked through the entire Fourteenth Day Continent, all the aliens on the entire continent, none of them still possessed flesh and blood, and they had all become skeletons. They all fell to the ground. The spirits in their skulls. In that distortion, only the divine consciousness could feel the monstrous and terrible.
That kind of pain is indescribable, it is the pain of the separation of the body, the pain of the soul not being distorted, it is the pain of the body telling itself that it is dead, but it is not yet dead.
Meng Hao looked at the mainland from afar. The hatred in his eyes dissipated a little, but it was still strong, his right hand raised and waved violently, and immediately on the ground, countless skulls flew out, condensed together in mid-air, forming a sea of skeletons, and those gods and souls in it begged for mercy in a scream at this moment, they were not begging Meng Hao to let go. It's about perfecting, so that they don't suffer so much. Crying for death.
"Death, how can it be so easy. Meng Hao spoke softly, and when his right hand was raised, he pointed forward again, and this finger fell, and the clicking sound echoed, and all the skeletons were shattering, and each crack would increase the pain of the divine soul within it tenfold.
In this pain, those gods made a miserable sound, and soon, there was a clicking sound, and the cracks in the skull slowly increased one by one.
After a while, the countless times of superimposed pain made those spirits hit their own skulls, trying to rush out, trying to commit suicide, but they couldn't commit suicide, but what they could do was to make the cracks in their respective skulls more, in exchange, more amazing pain.
However, Meng Hao's movements were slow, and he spent several hours slowly shattering these skulls into flying ashes, and those divine souls, after these few hours, the pain they experienced surpassed hell, beyond death, beyond everything, that terrible sound, made the heaven and earth lose color, and made all the heavenly alien races in the fourteenth world tremble, and there were even a lot of them, who did not know the body, and had already collapsed their minds, but they were not allowed to die, so they could not die.
But this kind of ending is not the end, those divine souls did not dissipate after experiencing this kind of pain, but were thrown by Meng Hao's sleeves, and they were all swept into the sea of fire in the sky, experiencing eternal flame incineration.
After doing this, the hatred in Meng Hao's eyes dissipated a little again, he pressed his right hand towards the earth under his feet, and suddenly the earth roared, this fourteenth day continent immediately collapsed, turned into countless pieces, and smashed into the thirteenth day continent below, roaring, the thirteenth day continent trembled, countless alien races screamed, mountain peaks collapsed, and rivers flowed backwards.
Meng Hao stood in mid-air, looking coldly, looking at the alien races on this continent, looking at those faces with madness in fear, looking at the many figures that flew out, his right hand was raised, and he was about to drop a finger, suddenly on the thirteenth continent, there was a low roar, suddenly came out, and the roar was filled with grief and indignation, and there was even more pleading.
"Meng Hao!" When the voice echoed, an alien race flew out, this alien race was an old man, he looked at Meng Hao, and bowed with his fists in bitterness.
"Meng Hao, you came to me for thirty-three days to take revenge, this matter is justified, what we did back then, you should destroy our and other ethnic groups this time, but ...... Why do you torture me and give us a good time!"
"Not every ethnic group here participated in the destruction of the Mountain and Sea Realm back then, and there are many innocent people who did not participate in the battle of the Mountain and Sea Realm at all, the old man begs you, torture me and wait, give them a good time!" The old man trembled, his cultivation was the Eight Sources Supreme, and he knelt down to Meng Hao at this moment.
The alien races on the continent were silent, and there were many bitterness, kneeling down and pleading, and the sound of pleading filled all directions, even the monks of the Vast Sect sighed.
Meng Hao was silent, looked at the old man in front of him, and closed his eyes, but in an instant, he immediately opened them, his expression changed, and he turned his head violently to look at an area of this continent.
The moment he saw this area, Meng Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and in the eyes of many alien fears, Meng Hao stepped out, and when he appeared, he was already in that area, which was a plain.
After seeing the place where Meng Hao went, the alien supreme who knelt down there trembled violently, revealing nervousness.
Meng Hao stood there, raised his right hand and waved, and immediately the plain trembled, and soon collapsed, revealing a huge deep pit.
Here, once a majestic basin, the reason why it became a plain is because countless bones are buried here......
Many of those bones were even children, and the traces left on the bones told that they must have suffered unimaginable torture in their lifetimes.
These bones are not alien, but ...... Mountains and seas!
When the mountain and sea realm was destroyed, not all the monks of the mountain and sea realm stepped into the mountain and sea butterflies, and some of them were too late to step in and were captured by the alien race for thirty-three days.
These monks of the mountain and sea realms, as well as mortals, were the playthings of the alien race for thirty-three days for a period of time, and even food......
Among them, especially in this thirteenth day, because of the hobby of the alien race in this thirteenth day, and the emergence of supreme beings in this clan, most of the monks of the Mountain and Sea Realm were concentrated here, and they were treated as goods and given to the alien races of the other heavens.
Those bones, the closest to now, are almost half a year old, and in Meng Hao's divine sense, in the entire thirty-three days, the monks of the Mountain and Sea Realm no longer exist, and they have obviously died cleanly in the past thousand years, and this is the mass grave of those monks of the Mountain and Sea Realm who died.
A huge corpse pit.
Meng Hao looked at the deep pit, the previous Heavenly Continent, he had not found such a place, this was the first time he had found it, he was silent, the murderous intent in his eyes was strong again, and he felt that his previous methods were still too merciful.
When he turned around, Meng Hao's right hand raised and pointed towards this land, this time it was not ripples, but reversed the rules of this place, and his divine consciousness suddenly dispersed, instantly merging into the minds of all the alien races on the thirteenth continent.
"I'll give you a chance, if none of you have ever killed the mountain and sea realm cultivators, then I will give you a good time, even if you die, you won't be able to melt your soul into the sea of fire. ”
"Kill yourself with memory!" When Meng Hao spoke, the heavens and the earth roared, all the alien races of the thirteenth day continent trembled in unison at this moment, their eyes showed a blankness, and in their memories, at this moment, there were immediately scenes of memories of the past.
In that memory, it was the scenes they shot at the time of the destruction of the Mountain and Sea Realm, and at this moment, the Mountain and Sea Monks who were killed by them in those pictures seemed to be all alive in their memories, and one by one with hatred, they came directly towards them to kill.
They wanted to resist, wanted to fight back, but they were shocked to find that they couldn't move, and in that memory, they were instantly attacked by countless mountain and sea monks who they had killed back then.
A terrible scream instantly spread from the mouths of the alien races on the thirteenth day continent in all directions.
Thirty-three days, all of them are of different races, and unlike monks in giving birth to children, the time of conception often requires at least half a jiazi and a maximum of a hundred years.
Therefore, even if the alien race born in this thousand years or so, even if they did not participate in the destruction of the mountain and sea realm, it is obvious that these innocent people in the mouth of that alien race have tortured and killed many mountain and sea monks in the years that followed.
Meng Hao looked coldly, the top of the heads of these alien races all had black qi at this moment, and the more black qi there was, the more mountain and sea cultivators were killed, looking at the entire continent, there was not a single alien race on the top of their heads, there was no black qi!
"It's more than innocent to die!" Meng Hao raised his right hand and waved suddenly-
Tomorrow night, China Literature requires all authors to wear formal clothes, haha, now I have lost weight as a lightning, I am really excited, I found out today, I have left the team of fat authors at the starting point, and walked towards the man, hahahaha (to be continued.) )