A few days later, on the border between Motu and the Western Desert, Meng Hao, dressed in a green robe, sat cross-legged on a brute giant, roaring forward with the barbarian giant's low roar.

In the hands of this brute giant, there was also a monk from the Western Desert with a sad and angry face, and this person was Gulla.

When the city collapsed that day, he and the giant were buried in the dark pit, until later, with the collapse of the black-robed monk's magic, although the black hole disappeared, he and the giant were buried in the ground.

If it weren't for Meng Hao remembering this before leaving, I am afraid that Gula and the barbarian giants would never see the sunshine......

The parrot stood on Meng Hao's shoulder, with a bell tied to his ankle, looking arrogantly, proudly looking at the sky, and from time to time he let out some emotion, as if he was sighing and regretting.

What it regrets is that there are more than 5,000 monks of the Golden Light Sect, and these people were finally left in the ink soil by Meng Hao, and stayed in Dongluo City.

The running brute giant, there is a rattan on his body, this rattan is wilting at the moment, and the thorns on his body penetrate out from time to time, but he quickly retracts it, Meng Hao obtained the thorn seed, according to his previous thoughts, let the rattan devour, but the rattan can not be controlled for a short time, and it is dying at the moment, and it takes some time to recover before he can completely devour the ability of thorns.

"The ink soil is in chaos. Meng Hao sat cross-legged on the body of the brute giant, and muttered softly, in the past few days, he has walked in the ink soil and inquired a lot of news, and now the ink soil, after the destruction of the Holy Snow City, the last city in the Nine Alliances, also chose to return to Shun and became a part of the ink soil palace.

Even if it was the Golden Light Sect, Meng Hao hesitated a few days ago and then arranged it. Let the Golden Light Sect also belong to the Motu Palace. The tide is gone. Struggling in vain will not help, and will only be crushed and crushed.

At this moment, the ink soil seems to be the unity of the ink and earth palace, but in fact, it is from this moment that the real chaos comes.

Seventeen tribes in the Western Desert have officially stepped into the ink soil, as if they are going to reinvent this place. Everywhere we passed, there was a ruin.

Meng Hao groaned, suddenly his expression moved, he looked up at the distance, and immediately came out of consciousness, and suddenly the body of the brute giant suddenly stopped, visible to the naked eye, his body gradually emitted a yellow light, that is, in a dozen breaths, he turned into a small hill.

This art of change. It's the natural instinct of a brute giant, even if it's a primordial monk who wants to recognize it. It will also take some time.

After half a pillar of incense, there was a hissing in the sky in the distance, and a large dark cloud whistled in the sky, and inside the dark cloud were vultures, their eyes were red, and their whole bodies exuded the smell of decay, lifting a black fog of decay, and heading straight into the distance.

On the earth, a sea of beasts rolled, causing the ground to shake, and thousands of Western Desert monks roared past behind this sea of beasts.

A huge banner was held high, with a bone painted on it, pale in color, revealing the breath of death, a symbol of a tribe, a tribe that had stepped into the land of ink.

It wasn't until this tribe was far away that the hills that the brute giants turned into melted again, and in the ripples, the figures of the brute giants and Meng Hao were revealed, and Meng Hao saw the rushing sky in the distance and frowned.

"This is the fourth tribe. In just a few days, Meng Hao saw with his own eyes the four Western Desert tribes entering the ink soil.

"Is it because the ink soil already belongs to the Western Desert, so these tribes have come to occupy it?" Meng Hao's brows furrowed a little tighter, he always felt that something was wrong, when these Western Desert tribes were far away, the feeling of relief that appeared in the crowd from time to time made Meng Hao feel that there was something wrong.

"Regardless of whether there is any problem with these Western Desert tribes, I can't go back to the Southern Regions right now, and the ink soil is too small and in chaos, which is not suitable for cultivation.

Then the only place you can go right now is the West Desert. Meng Hao raised his head and looked in the direction of the Western Desert, with a strange glow in his eyes.

"The West Desert is also where I am going!" As early as when he rejected the invitation of the Hanxue family, Meng Hao had already made up his mind to go to the West Desert, and only by going to the West Desert could he study the totem at a deeper level, and only then could he refine his Five Elements Thoughts, and use the method of alchemy to refine his own Five-Colored Yuan Infant.

No one has walked this road!

"Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, I need five different Five Elements Totems, this is the most basic, only after having it, such as alchemy with all the herbs, can I really refine it!"

"It's just that there is a clear difference between the Western Desert monks and the Southern Regions, and they use the power of the totem, resulting in a distinct gap in breath, which can be recognized at a glance. Meng Hao's eyes were contemplative, if he wanted to study the totem, the best way was to blend into the Western Desert as a Western Desert person.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for the monks of the Southern Regions to come into contact with some core things in the Western Desert.

And he asked Pi Frozen about this matter, but Pi Frozen has always been sluggish after the catastrophe, according to it, he needs to rest, and he can't continue to help the evil and immoral Meng Hao change.

Even Meng Hao used a killer weapon and proposed to exchange it for three bullies, and Pi Jelly was obviously trembling, but he burst into tears in his excitement, with an expression that he obviously saw the treasure but couldn't get it.

Meng Hao was silent, letting the brute giant run before, and after a while, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly flashed, revealing a touch of decisiveness.

"It seems that he really wants to cooperate with Yan Song, he has said before that there is a way to solve the problem of different breaths, and if he has really prepared for many years, this matter is credible. A coldness flashed in Meng Hao's eyes.

"With my current cultivation, plus the Blood Collapse Flash and the Lotus Sword Array, although there is still a gap between me and the early Yuan Infant stage, it is not easy for the old monster in the early Yuan Infant to kill me, if I wear a blood-colored mask...... In the early stage of the Yuan Infant, it can be fought!" Meng Hao took out the wooden tablet that Yan Song gave him, and his spiritual sense dispersed into it, and after a while, he slapped the big head of the brute giant with his right hand, and the brute giant roared, changed direction, and ran away according to the direction that Meng Hao transmitted.

A few days later, in the area bordering the Western Desert, under an endless mountain fault, in the dense jungle, there was a small river, the river flowed, emitting a silver light that outsiders could not see, and whenever it was night, this light would be more obvious, so that the people who were practicing in a special way could clearly see it in all directions.

At this moment, beside this small river, Yan Song looked at the two middle-aged men in front of him with a smile.

These two people, both of whom were cultivators in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, one was wearing a blue robe, the other was wearing a black robe, and Yan Song was meditating cross-legged in three directions.

"Yan Daoyou, when will it start?"

"Don't worry about Wang Daoyou, there are still two Daoyou on the road, calculate the time, it will come today and tomorrow, and when the two of them come, we can start." ”

"Yan Daoyou has to think about it, one more person comes, although there is more certainty, it also means that there is one more person to share. The middle-aged man in the black robe spoke lightly.

"Don't worry about Daoyou, Yan has studied that place for a long time, and he can conclude that there is enough Spirit Slaying Pill for five people to distribute in it. Yan Song said with a smile.

"I hope what Yan Daoyou said is true. The monk surnamed Wang, who was wearing a blue robe, smiled when he heard this, and the threat was self-evident.

Wang Daoyou saw Mu Jian with his own eyes and had his own judgment, if he really didn't believe it, no matter how much Yan persuaded him, you wouldn't be sitting here at this moment. Yan Song smiled and said lightly.

The monk surnamed Wang snorted coldly, but did not refute it.

Soon the moonlight fell, and suddenly the three of them raised their heads at the same time, looking into the distance, but saw a long rainbow roaring in the dark sky, and instantly appeared in front of the three of them, turning into an old man.

This old man's cultivation is also in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but it is the peak of the early stage, obviously surpassing Yan Song and the others.

"Phantom Pharaoh Ancestor Li Tian!" The monk surnamed Wang's eyes suddenly shrank, and he looked at the coming old man fiercely, his expression revealing a solemn expression.

The monk surnamed Mo who was wearing a black robe next to him also looked solemn at this moment, and his eyes narrowed.

The old man Li Tian glanced at the two calmly and grinned, this smile was a little gloomy, and it looked full of coldness.

"Wang Daoyou and Mo Daoyou are also there, when they parted, the two of you were still inseparable from Meng, and the relationship is getting better and better, I don't know when Li will be able to eat the happy wine of the two Taoist friends?" Li Tian laughed hoarsely, his voice was harsh, and his expression showed a touch of contempt and disdain.

After his words came out, Wang and Mo's expressions did not change, as if they had long been accustomed to such statements.

"The matter of the two of us is always better than Li Daoyou's hobby, so far I have practiced, I don't know how many female disciples of the sect have broken their bodies, so far the southern regions dare not step into half a step, like a lost dog, can only keep escaping, such a life, maybe Li Daoyou is also happy in it. The monk surnamed Wang spoke lightly, although he was jealous of Li Tian in his heart, his words were still sharp.

The cold light in Li Tian's eyes flickered, and he smiled hoarsely and stopped speaking.

Seeing that the three of them finished talking about the old days, Yan Song coughed.

"Li Daoyou is a believer, and this time he entered the Western Desert, and he still needs a lot of help from Taoist friends. Yan Songha smiled and got up and hugged his fists.

"Well said. Li Tian's voice was like iron and stone rubbing, very harsh.

Yan Song smiled and was about to speak, but suddenly, the old man Li Tian's face changed, and he turned his head violently.

"Who!"

Almost at the moment when his words came out, a bloody light suddenly flashed in the depths of the jungle, disappeared in an instant, and when it appeared, it was a few feet away from the three of them.

This figure appeared too suddenly, Yan Song, Wang, and Mo didn't notice it in the slightest before, and it wasn't until Li Tian spoke out that they felt that something was wrong.

Almost at the moment when this figure appeared, Li Tian snorted coldly, his right hand suddenly raised, and when he pinched the trick, bursts of black aura entangled, turning into black cranes, with crane power, straight to the blood-colored figure.

"Faceless. The blood-colored figure opened his mouth lightly, raised his right hand and waved forward, and immediately a huge face appeared around him, this face was blurred, but it revealed a force that frightened everyone, and after touching the black crane, it formed a stirring and made a loud roar.

Under this loud noise, Li Tian's complexion changed, and when he raised his head violently, his eyes showed a cold glow, but in the depths of this cold glow, there was fear-

There are three dragon sets in it, cough cough, remind all brothers and sisters, dragon sets are high-risk, you need to be cautious in your choice, and you are not responsible for discipline...... Keep your eyes closed when it's dark. (To be continued......)