The big head was bitter in his heart, but now in order to survive, he could only show a willing look on his face and obediently took out a small jar from the storage bag.

This small jar is only the size of a fist, and there are some small holes on it, after it is taken out, a wind blows, and a whimpering sound immediately comes from these small holes, these sounds sound nothing unusual, even in Meng Hao's view, this small jar is extremely ordinary, and there is nothing strange in the spiritual sense.

If this big-headed monk was killed by Meng Hao and took his storage bag, even if Meng Hao personally held this small jar in his hand, it was very likely that he would see it as some kind of musical instrument sundries, and he would not care too much about it but ignore it.

As if he was afraid that this thing would cause Meng Hao's misunderstanding, the big-headed monk hurriedly bit off his left index finger and quickly smeared nine of the dozens of small holes on the small jar one by one in a certain order.

It was like some kind of lock unknown to Meng Hao, the moment it was opened by the big head at this moment, a black light suddenly erupted on the small can, and there was obviously no wind around it now, but there was still a strange whimpering sound coming out of this small can.

At the same time, bursts of runes appeared on this small jar in an instant, wandering around, and a cold aura spread out from this small jar in an instant.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, looked at the small jar, raised a finger with his right hand, and immediately the black jar flew towards Meng Hao, landed in Meng Hao's palm, and was carefully gazed at by him.

Gradually, Meng Hao was a little moved, he found that the small jar at this moment, the runes on it, seemed to have turned into one after another souls that were roaring violently, and after gazing, there seemed to be a faint sense of inheritance. Emerge in your own mind.

"This is a treasure I stumbled upon in my early years in a ruin. This treasure was originally possessed by a human body. But there are two one-horned demon cultivators on the top of the head, and there is also a jade slip with cracks, and the jade slip I looked at it once, and it shattered on its own.

The jade slip recorded the method of opening this Yin Wind Jar, stating that the demon cultivator himself came from a place in the fourth mountain, and before he died, he left a legacy. The big-headed monk spoke cautiously, not daring to hide the slightest. I was also afraid that Meng Hao would not believe it.

If this big-headed monk hadn't said the fourth mountain, Meng Hao might have really hesitated, but after hearing the three words of the fourth mountain, his eyes flashed imperceptibly.

The affairs of the Nine Mountains and Seas are not known to ordinary monks, and in Meng Hao's analysis, in this land now, it is absolutely extremely rare to know the affairs of the Nine Mountains and Seas.

He remained silent and put the little jar away. Glancing at the Big-Headed Monk.

The big-headed monk immediately became nervous and hurriedly whispered.

"Fellow Daoist. The Treasure Pavilion of the three major sects, if it drags on for a long time, I am good to say about the Strange Things Sect, but the other two sects know that the ancestor is dead, I am afraid that the disciples of the sect will divide the treasure pavilion, do you think we should hurry up?" After the big head finished speaking, he looked at Meng Hao with apprehension.

At this moment, behind the two of them, hundreds of Changhong roared, and the momentum was amazing from a distance, and as it approached, it made the big head even more nervous.

For Meng Hao, he was completely afraid to the extreme, the apprehension at this moment was from the bottom of his heart, and even if he had the opportunity to choose, he would never provoke the evil star in front of him in the slightest.

Even if he provoked, he would definitely not break through the opponent's formation, and maybe even in order to save his life, he would immediately turn against the ancestors of the other two major sects.

This kind of thought, at this moment, Meng Hao only glanced at it, and immediately felt it clearly, and after a little hesitation, Meng Hao nodded.

The big head breathed a sigh of relief at this time, but soon became anxious again, this time he was really worried that the other two major sects would be divided in advance, and after a while, the two turned into Changhong and went straight to Dongluo City.

A few days later, outside the city of Dongluo, a white snow-capped mountain, emitting a yellow light, this light shrouded the entire mountain, from a distance, the snow in the mountain, the light outside the mountain, making the white and yellow intertwined, at first glance it is very wonderful, but after looking closely, you will feel that it is not very coordinated.

Outside this mountain, Meng Hao stood there, he didn't make a move at all, it was the big head and the bald man who was one of the nine cultivators of the original Moshan who had surrendered to Meng Hao, in addition to them, and then there were hundreds of monks who followed Meng Hao all the way, overwhelming the sky, and the roaring sound alarmed all directions.

The big head worked extremely hard, his eyes were red, and he couldn't break the light curtain immediately, and the bald man next to him was the same, for Meng Hao's fear here, it turned into the idea of wanting to make meritorious service in his heart, and the two of them were constantly developing various means in different directions, as if they were going to compete.

A small large sect, under the efforts of these two people, in the siege of the hundreds of monks, only lasted about a stick of incense, and then collapsed, and the light curtain became yellow fragments, and after being shattered in an instant, the white snow-capped mountains inside were revealed.

There was no need to kill anymore, and at the moment when the light curtain was shattered, the Hanshui Sect, one of the three major sects, had about a hundred monks in it, and all of them chose to surrender.

After respectfully sending away the savings and treasure pavilion of the sect, Meng Hao's team grew to nearly six hundred people, and then went to another sect.

This time the speed of the blast was faster, but it met resistance, it was a middle-aged man with three totems on his body, this man was taller, there were mountains and rivers outside his body when he shot, and there were more poisonous Jiao tumbling and roaring, when others chose to submit, he made a violent move, and after killing several disciples who took the lead in proposing the idea of submission, he tried to escape.

But at the moment when he escaped from the blockade, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his body took a step forward, and he appeared directly in front of the middle-aged man, raising his right hand and punching lightly.

The roar was shocking in an instant, and the middle-aged man spurted out a mouthful of blood, revealing resentment in his eyes, but before he could continue to unleash any spells, Meng Hao's right hand punched again, not smashing the person, but controlling the cultivation and shaking him unconscious.

And the most rear-end Strange Things Sect is the smoothest, there is a big head, this Strange Things Sect did not open the protection at all, but more than 100 people in the sect greeted Meng Hao together.

The mountain gate of the Strange Things Sect is built in a basin, surrounded by mountains and forests, it is very elegant and self-contained, and after Meng Hao saw it, he temporarily lived here.

A few days later, the parrots and the jelly woke up one after another, and when they saw that there were seven or eight hundred people here, the parrots were immediately excited, flapping their wings, and in a sharp roar, they began to train these seven or eight hundred monks in this basin.

As for Pi Jelly, he lazily and casually lay on the head of anyone he looked at, contemptuous and sarcastic from time to time.

Meng Hao also asked the two of them about the thunder in the clear sky, but every time he opened his mouth, the parrot and Pi Jelly would look left and right, and leave Meng Hao as fast as they could.

It wasn't until Meng Hao became angry with the parrot that the parrot, who felt that his dignity had been seriously challenged, said words that made Meng Hao's face look ugly.

"What is this, the fifth master has delayed the catastrophe, but there will always be some leaks, anyway, they can't be killed, at most, lightning falls. ”

After saying that, the parrot flapped its wings and left as quickly as it could.

Only Meng Hao, who was frowning, was left in the retreat secret room of the Strange Thing Sect, which originally belonged to the big head.

In a flash, half a month has passed, and in the past half a month, the name of the Golden Light Ancestor has completely risen in this area of ink soil, although it has not spread too far, but the monks in the nearby eight directions, almost everyone knows the title of the Golden Light Ancestor.

Legend has it that the ancestor of Jinguang likes to kill monks, drink wine on the Taoist stage, swallow the pill raw, do all kinds of evil, and be extremely cruel.

A generation of fierce cultivators of the Golden Light Ancestor directly established a solid position in the nearby Bafang.

It made everyone endanger, especially ten days ago, one of the remaining eight Xiuzhen families of the Nine Cities Alliance was completely wiped out by the sudden attack of the Motu Palace, and after the entire city changed hands overnight, the Motu Palace issued a general order to the entire Motu.

Announcing the people of Motu, from now on, Motu Palace is the only powerful force, and it is also the other seven families in the Nine Alliance, launching a lore intent.

The big war is really on!

Then the chaos will also appear, when everyone is in danger, Meng Hao's power here suddenly became a safe haven, attracting more and more monks around to join, including some in the Yu Dan realm.

These things happened in half a month, and in Dongluo City, it was almost empty, and the eyes of the Dongluo family were gradually on the nearly 1,000 people here in Meng Hao, eyeing them fiercely.

A few more days passed, and the title of the Golden Light Sect spread, and it became the most powerful force in the vicinity of Dongluo City, except for the Dongluo family!

In this war, Meng Hao's strength has grown to nearly a thousand people, and while it is getting bigger and bigger, it can be regarded as a complete foothold!

And these things, Meng Hao doesn't know much, almost all of them are the claims of parrots and Pi Jelly, the two of them seem to have great fun in recruiting monks, Pi Jelly feels that it will be an unprecedented life experience for himself to transform a thousand people at a time, enough to make it proud of it in the next life, the next life.

As for the parrot, it is obvious that listening to the sound of a thousand people chanting at the same time to believe in the fifth master and gain eternal life will make its whole body spread out and enjoy it very much.

I have long forgotten about this half month, and almost every few days, lightning and thunder suddenly fall on Meng Hao's retreat-

Today's outbreak is a bit frequent, and I know that I have asked for tickets a little frequently this month, but I have no choice, this is the price of insisting on not swiping tickets.

Since the opening of the book, I will still insist, I don't believe it, I don't swipe the ticket, I can't get the first!!(To be continued......