The sky of ink soil, it was dusk at the moment, and Meng Hao's figure roared through the air, so fast that it turned into a cyan meteor and went straight into the distance.

This was the seventh day he had left Dongluo City, according to the map on the jade slip, Meng Hao did not stop, he kept hurrying, after all, Motu rarely saw that kind of large-scale teleportation array, and wherever he went, he needed to rush at his own speed.

In the past seven days, lightning has fallen from time to time, in the terrible screams of the ancestor of the Li family, Meng Hao was unscathed, at this moment, below him is a ruin, this ruin used to be a small potential force of ink soil, but now it is burned by the flames, in mid-air, Meng Hao can vaguely see that there are a lot of corpses in the flames.

This is the fifth ruin that Meng Hao has seen in these seven days, in silence, he was just about to fly over here, suddenly snorted coldly, his eyes showed a cold glow, his right hand raised and flicked, and suddenly a flying sword flew out of the earth, and in an instant, it stayed more than ten zhang away from Meng Hao's body.

"Shoot!" In the ruins on the ground, someone immediately made a cold voice, and then seven or eight Changhong directly appeared, heading straight for Meng Hao in mid-air, among these seven or eight people, there is one in the late stage of the Jiedan, and two are in the middle of the Jiedan, and the rest are in the early stage of the Jiedan, such a team of eight people, placed anywhere, must not be underestimated, when they all fly out at this moment, they are immediately shocking.

It's just that, except for the monk in the late stage of Yudan, everyone else is blind-eyed, and although their cultivation is strong, their actions are a little stiff, like puppets.

When they approached Meng Hao in an instant, the eight of them shot at the same time, and the magic weapons and spells were directly transformed, becoming colorful, and there were even things like flying sword vases. Seeing that it was approaching Meng Hao. Meng Hao frowned. The Blood Collapse Technique worked in the bottom of his heart in an instant, and his body seemed to disappear in an instant, and when he appeared, he was already outside everyone.

It's not teleportation, but at short distances, it's incredibly fast.

The roar echoed, the moment Meng Hao disappeared, where he was before. has been bombarded by these eight people, and a pillar of light has risen directly from the earth, and the location of this pillar of light is also where Meng Hao was before.

Meng Hao's expression sank, these people were killing them, and he was very sure that he had never seen these people before today.

"Motu, has it been messed up to this extent? Meng Hao frowned, at this moment. The eight people also noticed Meng Hao's disappearance and turned around violently. Qi Qi looked at Meng Hao, and the monk in the late stage of the Jiedan snorted coldly, with a hint of hideousness in his eyes.

"In the middle of a mere knot, there are a lot of spells, but since you have met me, you can obediently become my puppet, and after adding you as a puppet, I can have more self-preservation power in the ink soil. The monk of the late stage of the knot raised his right hand and waved, and suddenly the other seven people around him, with numbness and confusion, came straight towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's right eye flickered several times in an instant, and some of the cultivation in his body was divided into his right eye, and in an instant, the world realm in front of him suddenly changed, under this immortal pupil technique, Meng Hao immediately saw that a large number of silk threads were wrapped around the bodies of the seven Jiedan monks who rushed over, and these silk threads were all in the hands of the monk in the later stage of the Jiedan.

It's as if everyone else has become a puppet, manipulated by him, like a puppet.

Seeing these people coming quickly, Meng Hao's right hand was raised, cutting through his fingertips, and when the blood came out, with a cold face, he pointed forward, and under this finger, immediately the world realm became blood-colored, and the roar was shocking in an instant, and a strong blood qi spread in an instant, turning into an impact, and went straight to the seven monks who came in front of him.

In the loud rumbling sound, the blood was like a dragon, shaking nothingness, the seven monks all spurted blood, and when their bodies staggered backwards, at the moment when the face of the monk in the late stage of the Jiedan changed, Meng Hao's body took a step forward, and the blood flashed, and in a flash, appeared beside the monk in the late stage of the Jiedan, without the slightest hesitation and mercy, the bloody finger of Meng Hao's right hand pressed on the monk's eyebrows.

As soon as a finger fell, the blood and qi poured into the monk's body in an instant, causing his whole body to tremble, his green tendons bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body trembled a few times, and then collapsed and exploded with a bang.

Meng Hao flicked his sleeves, and the flesh and blood did not fall on him in the slightest, killing a late stage of the Jiedan, flowing smoothly and neatly, with the death of this late-stage monk of the Jiedan, the other seven people around him also trembled, bleeding one by one, and they were all angry.

Meng Hao frowned and put away the storage bags of these people, this battle was a little inexplicable.

"It seems that at this moment, everyone is in danger, if there is a lonely person, and he feels that he is strong enough, then he doesn't need any reason, all he needs is the death of the other party, which can become the nourishment for his own strength. Meng Hao shook his body, left here, and galloped in the direction of Holy Snow City.

"I hope that the Cold Snow Family of Holy Snow City has not changed much, otherwise, because only they can refine the Snow Cold Silkworm, my plan will fail. Meng Hao really felt the chaos of the ink soil, and the speed of moving forward was faster.

A few days later, in a mountainous area, the roar echoed, Meng Hao's eyes showed murderous intentions, there were more than ten monks around him with a fight, where Meng Hao passed, the heads of people flew, all the way directly killed, about a stick of incense, when Meng Hao left, the monks in this area had completely died.

The reason for killing these people is that a few days ago, when Meng Hao took out the pill and swallowed it to resume the cultivation of the galloping road, that scene was seen by a monk, which attracted the greed of these nearby monks.

Time passed slowly, more than half a month passed in a blink of an eye, Meng Hao walked forward alone, encountered a lot of various crises, and when he reached the worst of the time, he simply used bloody means, but whenever he encountered someone who provoked him, he took the head after killing, and used magic to make it float behind, killing all the way, all the way to the head.

At the end of the day, as the number of human heads increased, dozens of heads floated behind him, some of which had withered, and some of which still had a small amount of blood dripping.

In this way, it finally shocked a lot of juniors, and only then did Meng Hao quiet a lot here, and almost no one came to provoke him.

Even the monks who really had a heart and mind, after seeing the misery of those heads, all dispelled their thoughts.

A few days later, Meng Hao left Dongluo City, and now it has been a month, he has almost crossed the ink soil, and along the way he saw the chaos of the ink soil, which is the madness of the monks without order, and it is the fire of war released after the army of the ink soil palace and the Nine Alliances have launched one battle after another.

This kind of chaos is a more naked predation of the weak, which does not need to be covered up, does not need to be scrupulous, only the strong can survive, and the weak must serve the strong.

Nine Alliances and Nine Cities, in this month, there are only four existences left, and the others are either destroyed, or they are subordinated to the Motu Palace, or they choose to move and take refuge, in the face of the Motu Palace with the help of the Western Desert monks, it is difficult for the Nine Alliances to fight.

Even yesterday, Meng Hao heard about the siege of Holy Snow City by Motu Palace, which made Meng Hao's heart sink.

"Hopefully Syracuse is okay. Meng Hao shook his head, his speed was faster when he moved forward, according to his judgment, with his own speed, in two more days, he would be able to approach the range of Holy Snow City.

As he was walking, dusk was falling, and the earth was no longer completely black, but a faint white, not white earth, but snow.

The temperature around me has also dropped a lot, and there is a cold air, and the breath exhaled when breathing can also be clearly seen, and it is white.

Even the wind that blew gradually had a biting meaning, especially at this dusk, Meng Hao saw the snow.

He hadn't seen snow for a long time, and the last time in his memory seemed to be Zhao Guo back then, in that snowstorm, in the carriage, talking with a scholar.

The snowflakes fell, Meng Hao walked in the sky, did not stop the snowflakes from falling on his body, let the snowflakes melt on his cheeks, felt the cold inside, felt the coldness of the snow.

After a while, suddenly Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he looked at the earth, on the snow-white earth, there was a jungle, there were no leaves in the forest, and the withered branches were now covered with thick snow.

Meng Hao retracted his gaze and was about to leave, when his expression suddenly moved, his body descended on the earth, no longer flying, but wearing a green shirt, walking in the snow and walking into this jungle.

In the depths of the jungle, at this moment there were two monks, covered in blood and pale faces, protecting a woman behind them, this woman looked very young, dressed in white, and her face was extremely beautiful, but now she was a little embarrassed, pale, and even more miserable. In her hand, she was holding an ice-crystal-like silkworm, which was spinning silk, and the silk turned into light, enveloping the three people or so, but looking at the appearance of the silkworm, they were all wilted, as if they were about to die.

Around them, there were more than a hundred wolves with black qi all over their bodies, the eyes of these wolves were red, and behind this wolf, there stood a Western Desert monk with a totem on his body, looking at the woman in white with greed.

"Despicable cultivators from the Western Desert, aren't you afraid of my Cold Snow Family's Spirit Slaying Ancestor!" The two monks who protected the woman in white, a man and a woman, spoke sharply at this moment.

"Let's not talk about whether your Cold Snow Family's Spirit Slaying Ancestor is still alive, even if he is alive, the current Holy Snow City is the battlefield that he needs to pay more attention to, as for this...... It's just a member of the Hanxue family, who cares about life or death. The Western Desert Monk spoke lightly, his voice a little hoarse.

Between the words, he waved his right hand, and immediately more than a hundred black wolves pounced violently, heading straight for the silk light curtain, and when the roar continued to come out, the Western Desert monk showed a trace of greed in his eyes.

"Hanxue family, you who have changed your blood to snow, do you really think that the West Desert will forget you?" The West Desert monk smiled and spoke, staring at the woman in white with his eyes-

Three more send, brothers and sisters, ten days after the most of the month, clear the warehouse, ask for a monthly pass to be cleared!!(To be continued......)