The entire city collapsed, everyone's bodies were shaking, and some people wanted to fly, but they suddenly found that at this moment, the cultivation was like a loss, unable to operate at all.

At the same time, Meng Hao's right hand had already held the Ruyi Seal, it would take more than ten breaths for this seal to open, and it was radiating light at this moment, but at this time, in Meng Hao's ears, the vicissitudes of life slowly came.

"Let go of your mind, communicate your thorns, the old man will die, and send you a great creation to repay you for these months and protect the grace of my bloodline. ”

This voice was old and weak, it was the person who told Meng Hao how to manipulate the thorn before, who this person was, Meng Hao knew it, but at this moment he hesitated.

With the Ruyi seal, Meng Hao felt that he still had a certain degree of certainty that he could leave this place safely, but if he listened to the arrangement of this voice, in the face of such a soul-slaying old monster, Meng Hao knew that no matter how cautious and careful he was, he would have nothing to do.

"There's no time, if the old man really wants to take away, he doesn't have to wait until now, you junior is still hesitating about something, don't you really think that your ancient Ruyi Sect Seal can escape in front of the Soul Slashing Monk!"

"What kind of creation do the seniors want to give to the juniors?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his heart came out, at this moment, the city collapsed on a large scale, and a powerful suction force suddenly came out from below, and the terrible screams swirled around, Meng Hao didn't need to look at it, he could feel that the city at this moment was rapidly falling towards the sinkhole below.

The power of cultivation has been imprisoned on a large scale, but Meng Hao's perfect golden pill is no longer within this confinement, this is where he can escape from here, the biggest reliance.

"Give your old man the understanding of slaying the soul. Slay souls for you in the future. Open a window. It also leaves a glimmer of life for my people......"

The earth roared, blocking the old man's words, and half of the Holy Snow City had been completely shattered, absorbed by the sinkhole below, and even here in Meng Hao, the afterglow could see not far away, the collapse of the city and the earth. There was a dark pit, and bursts of gloomy aura continued to disperse, turning into black gas, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

It was at this time that Meng Hao's Ruyi Seal preparation time ended, and Meng Hao did not hesitate anymore and pinched it violently, but under this pinch, his complexion changed again.

Ruyi seal, no effect!

Bang. The city on the other side of Meng Hao collapsed again, and terrible screams continued to come from all around. Even Meng Hao felt a huge suction force surging rapidly from the sinkhole below, and countless black qi around him were entangled, as if they were about to pull him into the sinkhole.

At this moment of crisis, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly showed a touch of decisiveness.

"Juniors agree!" The moment his words came out, his mind was directly released, and at the same time, his spiritual sense spread, and there was a connection with the fact that there were not completely dead in this city, but there were still some thorns.

At the moment when Meng Hao's spiritual sense and thorns were connected, suddenly, in the underground palace below the collapsed city, where the suction of the sinkhole could not shake, the withered figure sitting there cross-legged suddenly raised his right hand and pinched out a seal.

At the moment when this seal appeared, Meng Hao immediately felt that the thorns that existed in this collapsed city at this moment suddenly spread wildly, that is, in the blink of an eye, they directly spread to a dungeon palace under the city and had begun to collapse.

Directly penetrated and pierced in, and at the same time, the thorn seemed to have become a connection, connecting Meng Hao and the dry corpse, making them obviously two people, but at this moment, it was as if they had become one!

An indescribable impact exploded wildly in Meng Hao's mind.

The roar echoed, Meng Hao's whole body immediately bulged, his face was distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, his body trembled, his body seemed to be torn apart, his soul was tingling, and his spiritual sense seemed to collapse at this moment!

A powerful aura exploded on him in an instant.

This breath is not a knot, not a primordial infant, but a ...... Slash the Spirit!!

The moment this aura erupted, Meng Hao's mind continued to roar, and he heard a roar.

"The old man Hanxue Clan ancestor, on the day of the storm, he realized the Tao, and when he was a thousand years old, he slashed the first knife in his life!"

This is clearly just a voice, but when it echoes in Meng Hao's mind, this voice forms a picture, in the picture, there is an endless storm, this storm connects the heavens and the earth, full of lightning, and when the earth is shaken, in this endless storm that seems to tear apart the Yuan Infant Monk, a vicissitudes of life appeared.

The figure was a middle-aged man, tall, wearing a robe, and roaring in the sky.

"Younger generations, remember the old man's name, Hanxue Storm, the sixth generation ancestor of the Hanxue family, the first knife I cut is my family affection, but not clan affection!

In order to kill family affection, he changed his way and achieved the old man's first half-immortal slashing spirit, storm!"

At the end of the picture, Meng Hao's heart roared, at this moment, the wind directly appeared around him, this peak roared, it was actually from the sinkhole, the city no longer collapsed, the monk no longer roared violently, the whirlpool of the sinkhole, also seemed to be stilled at this moment, layer by layer of wind whistling, the sinkhole was filled, and the collapsed city was directly jacked from the sinkhole!

There was also a wind all around, which turned into a storm, and when it swept in all directions, there was a terrifying roar, like tearing the barriers of this place, causing the sky and the earth to change color, and the earth to hum.

The fierce beasts on the earth let out a terrible scream, lying on the ground one by one, all trembling, and the monks of the Motu Palace also spurted blood one by one, looking horrified.

The cultivation of the Western Desert also had all his expressions changed, as well as Luo Chong and the others, all of them changed color, their breath was short, and they looked at the heaven and earth, and at this moment, they were surrounded by the endless storm outside the ruined Holy Snow City.

In mid-air, the only one who laughed was the black-clothed monk who was also a spiritual cultivator, his laughter spread in all directions, and his eyes showed an unprecedented light, this light was black, as if he was at this moment, he really turned into a black sun.

"Slashing Spiritual Intent! Cold Snow Ancestor, I didn't expect you to die, but you actually have such courage, and use your own Spiritual Slashing Intent to turn into the imprint inheritance left by your Cold Snow Clan from generation to generation, giving a non-Cold Snow Clan's cultivation!

This is a kind of sorrow, you cut your family affection for the first time, but in the end, when your son rebelled, you moved compassion, did not kill him, and also went against your way and collapsed your spiritual heaven!

Your clansmen, no one can inherit your spiritual intent, so they can only give it to outsiders, which has become a great creation for this junior!

However, this creation does not belong to him in the end, the imprint of the Hanxue Clan's successive generations of great dragons before his death will belong to me, and only I have such strength, I can feel more than three generations, and this little baby, he can only bear your generation at most, and he will collapse and die!

Disciple, don't give out the bloodline, see that the teacher will kill the blood relatives for you, finish your way, and achieve you to kill the spirit heaven in the future!" The black-clothed monk smiled, the cold snow around him had a somewhat complicated expression, but soon his words became cold, and his right hand raised and patted his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as his blood spurted out, he was grabbed by the black-clothed monk, pinched it violently, and turned into a blood shadow, the blood shadow was a teenager, a teenager who looked like he was only a teenager, with trepidation and a trace of unwillingness, appeared between heaven and earth.

It looks very similar to the cold and snow.

As soon as this young man appeared, his eyes showed resentment, and his body was bloody, and he went straight to the storm outside the Holy Snow City.

Almost at the moment when he approached, Meng Hao looked up to the sky and let out a painful roar, his consciousness was still there, it still belonged to him, but the moment he saw the young man, his heart was tingling, that stinging, indescribable, with sadness, anger, and even more madness.

He could feel the storm around him, and at this moment there was a collapse, all of which came from the blood-colored young man's figure!

"Zong'er ......" In Meng Hao's mind, there was a sad voice of vicissitudes, which suddenly echoed, and the voice carried strong emotions, with indescribable emotions, like a thousand words, and finally only turned into these two words.

In this reverberation, the surrounding storm rolled up the rain, and the rain spread, but in Meng Hao's view, it was not rain, it was the tears of the sixth generation ancestor of the Cold Snow Clan.

"Repentance...... No regrets!" Eventually, the sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the madness of the storm began to collapse, and in this collapse, the storm around him tore everything apart, including the coming bloody boy.

At the moment when the young man's figure shattered, Meng Hao's mind roared again, and another voice suddenly appeared!

"The fifth-generation ancestor of the old man Xuehan clan, the great Silong Hanxue Ding, understood the will of heaven on the top of the snow mountain, and slashed the first knife in the Ten Thousand Dragon Pool!" This voice is obviously different from the cold snow storm, less domineering, but more majestic, when it echoed in Meng Hao's mind, Meng Hao's whole body once again emitted unprecedented tearing pain.

His soul seemed to collapse, his body seemed to be about to shatter, and at this moment, outside his body, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the entire sky suddenly disappeared, and a huge pool of water hung upside down in the sky.

When the waves rippled and spread in all directions, a roar came out, and the black dragons rushed out directly from the pool water hanging upside down in the sky, roaring and spreading around, and the appearance of this scene immediately made all the fierce beasts on the earth howl in unison, so that those monks spurted blood one after another, revealing horror.

Especially the Western Desert monks, all of them were trembling, and the two Western Desert Elder Elder Brothers, one of them, looked at the pool of water in the sky and lost his voice.

"Wanlongtan...... Legend has it that three thousand years ago, the lord of the Hanxue Great Clan, after becoming the Great Si Long, turned Wanlong Pond into his slashing spirit heaven, and since then, Wanlong Pond has completely disappeared in the Western Desert!!"

The blackfriar in mid-air, his complexion changed for the first time.

"This son can actually support the opening of the second inheritance seal!!"——

The fourth watch broke out, begging for a monthly pass for brothers and sisters, and it will continue to explode tomorrow!!(To be continued......