Two days later, in a valley, a black figure roared up, and a voice came out with pride.

"Brother Ouyang, don't worry, such a despicable person, the old man will help you solve it, and when the old man lifts his head, you and I will eat wine!" As he spoke, the figure went straight into the air, slamming into a piece of golden light.

On this figure, there was a huge mountain peak of Dan Qi transformation, and even behind this peak, there was a huge ape that was transformed into a totem, roaring as if holding the mountain peak, smashing towards Meng Hao.

The big head was not far away, looking at this scene, his expression was moved, he finally found a friend from the year and was willing to take action for himself.

When he was moved at this moment, the big head turned around without hesitation and walked away at a very fast speed.

But he flew out for about ten breaths, and there was a loud roar behind him, and a terrifying scream came out violently, which soon came to an abrupt end.

His heart was shaken, and when he looked back, he immediately saw that the huge ape had collapsed, the mountain peak was shattered, and as for the monk who had blocked Meng Hao, his whole body had directly collapsed and was torn apart, and all of this came from a punch from Meng Hao's right hand.

Looking at Meng Hao's right fist, the big head felt that his scalp was numb again, and blood spurted out in shock, and he fled desperately.

"Pervert, when did such a demon come out of Motu, how could I provoke this guy......" The big head became more and more bitter in his heart, and he lowered his head and galloped hard.

Day 4 Dusk......

"Brother Ouyang, rest assured, our Moshan Nine Sages may not be as good as Brother Ouyang in terms of cultivation, but if you talk about formations. Under the age of the infant. You can be trapped for at least three days!" A bald monk raised his glass and smiled.

The big head was pale, and he barely picked up the wine glass, but from time to time he looked into the distance, and as far as he could see, there was a golden light, and there were eight figures. Straight to the golden light.

"Brother Ouyang, don't worry, the gilded lizard totem you promised us, remember not to break your word. The bald monk smiled, a subtle hint of contempt in his eyes.

He had also heard about it in the past few days, and he had heard that this Ouyang, the three major sects of Dongluo City, had offended a junior in the middle of the Yudan period, and was attacked by someone and was injured and chased and killed most of the western part of Motu.

At this moment, seeing the other party's seemingly frightened look, he looked down on him even more in his heart, thinking that the other party was afraid that he was only a false name in the past.

"It's ridiculous that a monk in the middle of the Yudan period still has someone call him a Golden Light Ancestor? I'm Moshan Nine ...... Huh?" the bald man took a sip of the wine in the cup and spoke indifferently. But before the words could be finished, there was a sudden earth-shattering roar, and the earth seemed to shake, obviously it was noon, but on the battlefield in the distance, there was a starry sky!

When the bald man was surprised, Ouyang Buzzed in his mind, his face showed sadness, he threw the wine glass without hesitation, his right hand hung down his chest fiercely, forced out a mouthful of blood, unfolded the secret method, and went away in an instant, escaping extremely fast, and his movements were even more skillful, which made the bald monk stunned.

The bald face subconsciously showed mockery, but the mocking expression had not yet dissipated, suddenly, the hairs on his whole body stood up violently, and a strong crisis emerged in an instant, he turned around suddenly, his whole body was like being bombarded by thunder, and he looked at a young man who looked elegant and full of golden light, and he appeared beside him at some point, and he was picking up the wine jug and putting it to his mouth to drink a sip.

"You ......" The middle-aged man's scalp exploded, and he looked into the distance, and what he saw was the corpses of his eight companions who fell in mid-air at the moment.

He gasped and jerked back, but in the next moment, his world was dark.

"I would like to return to the Golden Light Ancestor!!" In the dark moment of the World Realm, this bald monk did not hesitate to speak, and in the next breath, his World Realm returned to its light.

The hunt continues, day seven!

The big-headed monk did not choose to flee back to his sect, because as an ancestor of the sect, he took all the elders in the sect with him when he went out this time.

Even the great array of the sect, with his current state, he can't maintain its operation, if he takes people back to the sect and stays in one place, he feels that he will definitely die.

All he could only flee, and he could only flee to the power of one familiar person after another, but most of these people were not much different from his cultivation, and there was no Yuan Ying.

After all, in Motu, Yuanying is already the strongest person that can be seen on weekdays, if it is changed to other times, maybe you can go to ask for a few Yuanying to cultivate, but now...... The Motu chaos is imminent, whether it is the Nine Cities Alliance or the Motu Palace, they are extremely concerned about the Yuanying Monk, and they are trying their best to recruit them, so that the big head is not qualified to ask for it at all.

At this moment, he can only escape from place to place, struggling, he also wants to go to Dongluo City, but he knows the cruelty of the Motu monks, this kind of self has no value for Dongluo City, and he will not come forward for himself, if he agreed to join the Dongluo family before, it is okay to say that the Dongluo family must come forward.

But before I was here, I sold for the sake of waiting for the price, and I only said that I considered it, but I didn't agree, so it was difficult for the Dongluo family to help.

"Damn, when did such a demon come out of Motu!" The big-headed monk cursed in his heart, and suddenly he saw a golden light shining behind him, and suddenly a spirit spurted blood again, and his body roared away, he felt that he had almost spurted out a lifetime of blood these days, and his face was pale at the moment, and the injury was secondary, more because of the slow scarcity of blood in his body.

But he had no other way, he couldn't fight, he could only escape.

Behind this big-headed monk, at this moment the golden light is monstrous, in this golden light, Meng Hao's figure roared forward, behind him, followed by nearly 400 monks in the distance, all of them were in the power of the big head pit on the way, facing life and death, and choosing to submit.

Among these people, the bald monk from the middle stage of the Jiedan from Moshan was also among them, and at this moment, more than four hundred people roared, looking at the golden light outside Meng Hao's body in front of him from a distance.

There are many people, and in seven days, their group of people have become famous in the western region of Motu, and they have passed through the places. Overwhelming. Especially the golden light of Meng Hao's whole body. Under his deliberate dispersion, it was full of shock.

The title of the Golden Light Ancestor, I don't know who was the first to pass it out, gradually spread, so that most of the nearby forces knew these four words.

A day later, the big head was exhausted to the limit, but he gritted his teeth and went straight to a high mountain ahead. The mountain is treacherous, with black water at the bottom and three or five huge vultures whirling at the top, sometimes making unpleasant hisses.

On the top of this mountain, there are three old men sitting cross-legged, except for the old man wearing a seven-colored robe in the middle who is in the late stage of the Dan Dynasty, the remaining two are in the middle stage of the Dan Festival.

The three old men all had ugly faces at the moment, and although they were meditating cross-legged, they were obviously all in operation with vigilance. Staring straight at the approaching Big-Headed Monk and the golden light behind him.

"Damn, it's the Golden Light Ancestor!"

"This Golden Light Ancestor chased and killed Ouyang. In the past few days, it has spread all over the world, but anyone who helped Ouyang was brutally exterminated by the Golden Light Ancestor in the end!"

"I heard that there are more than ten monks who died at the hands of the Golden Light Ancestor...... The weakest of them are all in the middle stage of the Dan Festival, and two of them are in the late stage of the Dan Festival!"

"You have forgotten the three major sects of Dongluo City, the ancestors of the other two major sects, Ouyang was hunted down and killed like this, they have not appeared yet, it seems that they are also more auspicious, if you count them, there are as many as four people who died in the late stage of the Yudan in the hands of this murderous Jinguang Ancestor!"

The three of them all had extremely ugly faces, they had some friendship with the big head, but this friendship was not enough to resist the Golden Light Ancestor for him, but looking at the appearance of the big head, it was clear that he wanted to take refuge here.

"Three Taoist friends, help!!" The big head hurriedly spoke, his voice was pleading, with his identity and cultivation, he could shout like this, which showed the misery of his days, and the voice came to the top of the mountain and fell into the ears of the three elders, and they couldn't help but be full of sympathy.

"You three, do you want to get involved, too? Meng Hao roared, his whole body was full of golden light, making his figure golden at first glance, but at this moment, he opened his mouth lightly, but the sound was thunderous and thunderous all around.

The faces of the three old men changed, especially the two old men with slightly lower cultivation, and their minds were buzzing, their faces were directly pale, and the knot in their bodies vibrate, this scene suddenly made the three of them gasp.

I couldn't help but think of the rumors about this Jindan Ancestor in the outside world in the past few days.

Swallowing the monk alive, there is no live mouth, the killing is monstrous, and the means are cruel!

This is exactly the description of Meng Hao that came out somehow, in fact, these days, there are not many people he has killed, and most of them are the hundreds of people behind him.

Almost at the moment when Meng Hao's words fell, among the three elders on the top of the mountain, the cultivation of the highest seven-colored robe, stood up suddenly, with a smile on his face, and bowed with his fists.

"Meet the Golden Light Ancestor, we will not participate in the matter of the two of you. After speaking, he stomped his foot, and immediately a light curtain appeared instantly, enveloping the mountain peak, not giving the big head the slightest possibility of entering.

The big head screamed sadly, spurted blood, unfolded the secret technique, and escaped again, he was skinny at the moment, and his body was extremely thin, which made the huge head more obvious, flying in the air at this moment, as if the body would lose the strength to support the head at any time, making the head directly drag the body and fall.

With a sad and angry face, the big head galloped away.

Two more days passed, and the big head sadly found that wherever he went, all his friends from the year had all started formations to stop him, as if he had become a plague god.

There was even a lot of momentum, the formation opened slowly, and after he broke in to ask for help, the other party immediately turned his face and shot at him, as if he was afraid that the Golden Light Ancestor who was chasing behind him would misunderstand.

Along the way, the big head was completely desperate, and at this moment in mid-air, looking at the desolation around him blankly, the feeling of having no relatives made him lose all the strength to escape, and turned around with a pale face, looking at Meng Hao who was roaring.

"Not escaping?" After more than ten breaths, Meng Hao appeared in front of the big head and said lightly-

Sent the wind chimes away, began to code words, and talked about wine these days, because they are brothers, and the root of the ear does his best to entertain!

But you are also the brothers of Ergen, and this battle is about the glory of brothers and sisters, and about the persistence of Ergen, this month...... It's the same battle!

Tomorrow the root of the ear will continue to erupt, brothers and sisters, our monthly ticket has been stretched far away, are you discouraged, I didn't, but it aroused a sense of war, let us fight this July, without regrets! (To be continued......)