This punch blasted out the extreme of the ghost, although he was not based on strength, but at that extreme speed, Meng Hao could see at a glance that the previous million figures were actually the illusion of sight caused by the opponent's simultaneous explosion of tens of thousands of punches.

Meng Hao's heart was shocked, this punch, he could fight against it, but if there was still the black-clothed young man by his side, facing ghosts and demons at the same time, Meng Hao would be in countless dangers here.

At the moment when this punch fell, Meng Hao roared, his whole body cultivation exploded, resisting with all his might, roaring, he spurted blood, his body was just thrown out, and the young man in black approached in an instant, and his divine power transformed and killed Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's face was ugly, blood spurted out again, and it was too late to change this passive situation, and the middle-aged man came with a punch from then on.

Under the staggered hands of demons and demons, Meng Hao retreated one after another, his hair was scattered, extremely embarrassed, and in this continuous retreat, it seemed that defeat had completely come.

Obviously, it was not Luo Tian's idea to let Meng Hao fail, he not only wanted to defeat Meng Hao, but also devoured Meng Hao to complete the Nirvana plan that he had not given up until now.

In the roar, the ghost shadow and the demon shadow were also joining forces to bombard Meng Hao's demon venerable shadow, as if they were about to completely shatter it.

At this moment, a cold snort came out, and the middle-aged man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and when his hands were raised, the gate of the ghost world immediately descended again, and the big black hand in it, with madness and slaughter, roared out, and went straight to Meng Hao to grab it.

At the same time, the black-clothed young man not far away suddenly flickered, his eyes flashed with murderous intent and the black pattern on his face almost occupied all of it, and he raised his hands violently, immediately behind him. A five-finger mountain suddenly appeared. At the foot of that mountain. There is also a tribe, and in the middle of the air above the tribe and the mountain peak, a blood-colored moon appeared!

An earth-shattering aura erupted from this illusory scene, forming an extinction force, like taking the whole world with it, directly enveloping Meng Hao, and the door of the ghost realm with the middle-aged man. Together, they changed the starry sky around them, and they changed everything.

Meng Hao imagined the difficulties of the battle with Luo Tian's body, but he didn't expect that this battle would be such a situation, until now, Luo Tian has not really appeared, and what has appeared is only his eighth change.

At the same time, Meng Hao had to separate some of his minds. Be wary of the ...... that apparently hasn't yet appeared God!

In the roar, face the combination of ghosts and demons. Meng Hao suddenly found that the world around him had disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a wild world.

As if returning to ancient times, there is a palm-like mountain in the distance, there is a tribe under the peak, there is a blood moon in the sky, and at the same time, between heaven and earth, there is a gate, and countless ghosts are roaring out of this gate.

They formed a big black hand in the sky, towards Meng Hao, and grabbed it violently, and at the same time, the blood moon blurred, and it actually disintegrated at this moment, turning into countless blood-colored bats, making a sharp sound, and heading straight for Meng Hao.

All this is not over yet, the world around it is distorted, as if the whole world is the enemy of Meng Hao, and in this distortion, it is constantly shrinking, as if it is going to crush Meng Hao here.

The mountain peak fell, and countless figures appeared in the tribe, rushing to kill Meng Hao, every grass and tree here, everything, at this moment, became a means of killing, and became a blade for life!

Meng Hao was silent, his eyes flashed red, and suddenly, he laughed, the laughter was strange, and the expression on his face was unpredictable, sometimes domineering, sometimes hideous, sometimes upright, sometimes evil and monstrous.

He jerked his right hand up and let out a low roar.

"Parrot!"

As soon as the words came out, a sharp voice suddenly came from his body, the parrot flew out, and the bronze mirror behind him transformed, and it could be seen that there was actually a bead on the bronze mirror.

It was the beads that Dong Hu gave to Meng Hao before he died, which fused with the bronze mirror, making the power of the bronze mirror increase infinitely.

With the appearance of the parrot, the bronze mirror immediately melted, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped Meng Hao's right hand, covering his whole body, directly forming a battle armor, especially his right hand, the black warrior came out hideously, more than three zhang long, shocking.

With the red cloak flying, Meng Hao's whole body cultivation erupted wildly, and with the blessing of the bronze mirror, his cultivation, his flesh color, and his divine soul all rose to the sky.

"Ghosts and demons, what!" Meng Hao raised his head, his body suddenly rose into the air, the soldier in his hand waved, and he raised it directly, his eyes showed a red glow, his expression was changeable, and his laughter carried a domineering and boundless tone.

"Give me, slash!" Meng Hao roared, his left hand raised, and he held the soldier together with his right hand, raising his hands high, facing the world in front of him, fiercely...... Groundbreaking, slashed away!

This slash, a huge crack, rumbling open, this crack through the world, tore open the coming ghost hand, tore open the blood-colored sky, tore apart countless blood-colored bats, tore apart many figures that emerged from the tribe, and even tore apart the five-finger mountain, tore apart the earth, tore apart everything.

Boom Boom!

The whole world, under this slash, was completely torn in half, completely shattered, collapsed directly, and after being torn apart, everything in front of Meng Hao's eyes dissipated, and what re-entered his eyes was the broken starry sky outside the vastness, the dust that countless ruins became, the middle-aged man who was a ghost, spurting blood and the figure of his body retreating, it was the young man in black, with a sharp meaning in his eyes, but the same blood spurted out, and he had to be forced back by Meng Hao's momentum here!

At this moment, Meng Hao's momentum made the heavens and the earth change, made the starry sky tremble, and made Na Luotian frightened.

Dressed in hideous armor, the soldiers in his hands trembled slightly, Meng Hao breathed rapidly, in this starry sky, every breath he took made this starry sky shrink, he raised his head and swept around.

"The last Eighth Transformation God, how long do you want to hide!" Meng Hao waved the soldier in his hand, his voice was hoarse, with the intention of letting go, and it reverberated with a boom.

Almost at the moment when his voice came out, a cold snort, with endless coldness, suddenly came from all directions around him, and almost at the same time as this voice appeared, a figure, from a distance like lightning, approached in an instant.

The eyebrows of this figure are impressively swirling, all cold, wearing a white robe, with white hair fluttering, ruthlessness in indifference, and even more monstrous evil aura, which exploded on its body.

It was the statue on the Immortal God Continent that Meng Hao had seen, and it was also the exact same figure that he had encountered!

The only difference is that Meng Hao knows that whether it is a god, a demon, or a ghost, it is not themselves, but a puppet created by Luo Tian from his memory.

Seeing the other party coming, Meng Hao looked up to the sky and laughed, and the battle intent in his eyes multiplied. (To be continued.) )