Wan Long roared, rushing out of the black pool of water hanging upside down in the sky, spreading in all directions, the sound was shocking, and under a roar, all the fierce beasts on the earth spurted out blood together, and one by one they bled from the seven orifices, and they were shocked to death by life.

And those monks, they all spurted blood one by one, their bodies were sluggish, their minds were tumbling, their qi and blood pressure were suppressed, and their cultivation was about to collapse.

The black-clothed monk in mid-air, when his complexion changed at this moment, revealed a gloomy expression, and raised his right hand to pinch the trick forward.

"It's really out of the old man's expectations, he can start two generations of inheritance, but just like this, it's not enough!"

"One life is extinguished, three generations of yellow springs, one flower and one fruit, the eyes of the Three Realms are opened!" The black-clothed monk's right hand almost turned into an afterimage, and one after another seals came out, and suddenly in front of him, a black ball appeared, and this ball expanded violently, as if absorbing all the light around it, and became another round of black sun, as if burning, heading straight ahead.

As soon as it approached the place where the dragon roared, the black sun exploded in an instant, tearing through the void and blasting open the heavens and the earth, becoming a black hole that seemed to swallow everything.

At the moment when this black hole appeared, the surrounding dragons roared violently, the heavens and the earth hummed, and the earth shook, but their bodies were uncontrollable, swallowed by the black hole one by one.

"If it was really the fifth generation of the Hanxue Clan's Great Silong himself, the old man would immediately turn around and leave, but now it is just a mere mark inheritance, and it can't stop the old man's way. The blackfriar spoke lightly, flicked his sleeves, and immediately the sinkhole under the city, which had been filled by the storm, roared again at this moment, as if it was about to be reopened.

Meng Hao's surroundings. At this moment, there are only a few hundred people left in the city. All of them were pale. Showing despair, this level of war is no longer something they can participate in, like a remnant leaf in a storm, unable to be autonomous.

Under Wanlong Pond, Meng Hao's whole body was bulging, and his face was hideous, with intense and indescribable pain. The tide drowned him again and again, making Meng Hao seem to be unconscious many times, but he gritted his teeth and still insisted.

"Can't be unconscious, the creation of my Hanxue clan, the first generation is a sedan chair, the second generation is a masterpiece, the third generation is Tianjiao, and more than four generations are rare!

Every generation. They are all the strongest members of my Hanxue family, the most glorious imprint in my life. This imprint is integrated into your soul with the inheritance, and will accompany you and imprint it in your worldly realm.

Each more generation you gain, one more of these imprints, and the moment you step into the Slayer, all of this ...... will completely explode and help you, through the life of my generation of monks, the first encounter, the first turning point!"

In Meng Hao's mind, the voice of the cold snow storm was full of weakness in the vicissitudes of life, like the last words he said to Meng Hao when he was dying before he died.

"Persist, only by persevering and obtaining three generations of inheritance, you can avoid this catastrophe today! The old man can only help you so much, I hope you can succeed, you can help the old man's clansmen and let them survive this catastrophe!"

Meng Hao looked up to the sky and let out an earth-shattering roar, in this roar, his clothes were torn, his hair was flying, the nothingness around him seemed to be about to collapse, and between heaven and earth, only this roar remained.

In this roar, the ten thousand dragons around this place, whether they were devoured by the black hole or not, all looked up to the sky in unison, like a reflection of Meng Hao, and let out such a roar.

The black-clothed monk frowned, pinched the trick with his right hand, turned his fingers into palms, and pressed it towards Meng Hao.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, what is gone is lost, what is left is eternal. When the black-clothed monk's voice came out, the ten thousand dragons around Meng Hao screamed, and one by one his body directly collapsed and shattered, and the ten thousand dragon pools in the sky also collapsed at this moment.

It seems that everything will come to an end, as the Blackfriar said.

But at this moment, Meng Hao's whole body trembled violently, his eyes were originally scarlet, but now they instantly turned white.

The moment his eyes turned white, the blackfriar's complexion changed drastically for the second time, and his expression showed disbelief.

"It can't be!"

At the same time as the black-clothed monk's heart was shaken, in Meng Hao's mind, the voice of a third person came at this moment, still vicissitudes, with the antiquity of the years, echoing the entire world realm of Meng Hao's mind.

"The fourth generation ancestor of the old husband Hanxue family, Huangquan Hanxue Cang...... Awakened in the pale earth, enlightened in the jungle of bones, created his own life and soul, gave up his body, became a spiritual path, and cut the first sword!

I am Han Xue Cang, the fourth generation of the Han Xue Family!" With the spread of the voice, an unprecedented dead qi immediately appeared on Meng Hao's body, and the richness of this dead qi spread to the heavens and the earth in an instant, sweeping in all directions, making the sky gray, making the earth gray, and making the entire world realm, at this moment, gray.

At this moment, there were countless roars in the gray sky, and this roar turned into a series of soul shadows, these soul shadows were ancient, through resentment and madness for the living, and spread all over the sky.

On the earth, the fierce beasts that died before all stood up in trembling, their eyes showed gray light, and when they roared to the sky, the earth trembled, and all the bones stood up one after another, as well as the monks who died before, their eyes were also gray at this moment, and they stood up.

In the distance, a huge bone dragon roared, the earth shook, and a huge snake bone directly broke through the ground and appeared.

The entire world realm is like the world realm that has become death, and at this moment, behind Meng Hao, the yellow river water came from nothingness, and it can be seen in the rushing that in this river water, there are countless unjust souls, and it is they who are ...... The yellow water that makes up this river.

This is not the Yellow River, this is the Yellow Spring!

The Yellow Spring is shocking and shocking to the world.

It is even more on this yellow spring, floating this pagoda, this tower eighteen floors, like eighteen hells!

And Meng Hao, his whole body was wrapped with pale death, his face was also pale, his body was full of death, he closed his eyes, but at this moment, he opened them violently!

The moment his eyes opened and closed, the heavens and the earth thundered and roared, and the eyes he opened were filled with gray.

"Huangquan Grand Silong!!" On the earth, all the low-ranking monks were pale, their expressions were dazed, as if they had lost their minds, their bodies were stiff, and their vitality was being worn out.

The same is true for those Western Desert monks, only the two old men of the Western Desert are trembling at the moment, looking at the strange Meng Hao in mid-air, their eyes show a horror that exceeds the previous shock when they saw the storm and saw Wanlong Pond.

"Six thousand years ago, the legendary Huangquan Great Si Long, the one who set off the bloody storm of the entire Western Desert with the power of one person, enslaved millions of dead beasts, and cultivated the eleventh-order demon of the Yellow Spring Great Si Long!!

Legend has it that the life of this person who died in his hands until he fell was almost infinite!!"

"He formed the land of bones today, he created the Pale Mountains of today...... He ......, "These two old men of the Western Desert are buzzing in their minds at the moment, full of disbelief.

"Damn!!" In mid-air, the blackfriar's eyes were solemn, and the cold snow behind him was crazy, his heart was full of strong jealousy, he was roaring in his heart, roaring, all of this belonged to him in his opinion!

"He was able to inherit the imprint of three generations!......! However, this is not enough!" the blackfriar's expression was solemn, and he pinched his hands at the same time, and raised it violently towards the sky.

"My way, enlightened in the night, reversed in the world, cut off my first sword, cut off my day!" The black-clothed monk's eyes flashed, his right hand suddenly raised, and when he pointed to the sky, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the gray sky, and when the rumbling noise spread in all directions, the thunder fell directly on the blackfriar's raised right hand.

This thunder is black thunder!

The moment it was held by the blackfriar, it turned into a twisted thunder blade, connecting the sky and the earth, and at this moment, as the blackfriar's right hand suddenly fell forward, this thunder blade seemed to open this gray sky and slash down on it!

Heaven and earth screamed, and this huge thunder blade, under the loud roar, drew an astonishing gap in the sky, and cut it directly, wanting to kill all the existence in this gray world.

Meng Hao's whole body trembled, the severe pain was intense again and again, the moment the thunder blade fell, his hands unconsciously raised, and pushed forward, under this push, all the dead lives around him flew up together, and a huge bone ball was formed in mid-air!

All the gray aura around him went straight to the bone ball at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, this ball was completely gray, exuding terrifying power, and went straight to the thunder blade.

The roaring sound directly stunned all the monks in this place, except for Yuan Ying, and some of them directly collapsed and perished.

In the midst of this loud reverberation, the gray bone ball trembled violently, unable to resist the thunder blade, and was directly sliced open, torn apart, and collapsed endlessly.

Meng Hao spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body fell straight to the ground in mid-air, the sinkhole under the Holy Snow City reappeared, the city collapsed, and began to disintegrate, Meng Hao laughed miserably, inheriting three generations, it was already his limit, but even so, he still couldn't defeat a real spirit slaying powerhouse.

In mid-air, the black-clothed monk took a deep breath, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked up, he looked at Meng Hao who had fallen, and there was a strange glint in his eyes.

"It is worthy of the sixth-generation inheritance mark of the Hanxue clan, if I obtain this thing, I will definitely be able to cut off my third sword...... Complete the slaying of souls. The black-clothed monk's eyes showed persistence, his right hand was raised, and he was about to grab Meng Hao who had fallen, but at this moment, his complexion changed for the third time.

Sudden change!!

When Meng Hao's body fell to the ground, a mark suddenly appeared on the back of his right hand!——

The first update is sent, and the last two days at the end of the month, the monthly pass is cleared~~ (to be continued......)