"Give me thorn seeds!" Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened.

A strange light flashed in his eyes, as if years had precipitated in his eyes, and gradually turned into an indescribable force, as if he only needed to look at people, he could stay in the hearts of the other party forever, and all spells were difficult to erase.

Han Xueshan's heart was shocked, such a gaze, she had seen it when the family's Spirit Slaying Ancestor woke up once, it was the eyes of the Spirit Slaying Ancestor, containing the same profundity, as if there were years in the eyes, as long as you looked at you, you could make thousands of years pass on your body.

In this shock of her heart, Han Xueshan seemed to have lost the power to resist, and subconsciously handed the thorn seed in her hand, which was a holy relic to their family, to Meng Hao.

When this kind of seed fell into Meng Hao's hands, Meng Hao took a deep breath, and the cultivation in his body suddenly worked, and in an instant, a golden light was dispersed, catalyzing the secret method, the secret method of years, and the last was the Si Long secret method, these three secret methods were all unfolded in Meng Hao's body.

Catalyze all the plants and trees, condense the power of the years, Si Long and ten thousand beasts in the world, the three secret techniques, condensed in Meng Hao's body at this moment, with the operation of his cultivation, the thorn seeds in his hands immediately became full, no longer shriveled, but instantly bloomed new shoots, grew grass, so fast, in the blink of an eye, it will surround Meng Hao's right hand.

At this moment, Meng Hao's whole body no longer emitted golden light, but there was a strong aura of grass and trees, which shook the sky on him, and this breath directly attracted the attention of the Western Desert monks who were attacking around him, after seeing Meng Hao here, even if these people didn't know the reason, they had an intuition in their hearts. But it immediately shook their hearts. Straight to Meng Hao, roaring here.

Meng Hao's surroundings. Only Han Xueshan, the others had already dispersed, and at this moment, the city was about to be destroyed, and even the four elders in mid-air showed despair.

They didn't expect that three months later, Motu Palace and Ximo launched the first wave of official attacks. Syracuse could not resist.

Han Xueshan laughed miserably, she was powerless to resist, at this moment, the seven or eight Western Desert monks, their figures turned into Changhong, and they went straight to Meng Hao in a roar, and in an instant, they were close to less than ten zhang.

And Meng Hao was sitting there cross-legged, holding the thorn seed in his hand, and the green blades of grass filled his right hand, and even crawled up his body as it continued to spread.

Ten zhang, eight zhang, five zhang!

At the moment when the seven or eight Western Desert monks approached Meng Hao's five zhang. Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a deep essence at the same time. He raised his right hand and pressed it towards the earth.

Under this press, the blades of grass outside Meng Hao's body instantly drilled into the ground, and at this moment, an earth-shattering roar suddenly came out, and a sharp thorn that was more than a foot long pierced out from the ground of the city wall in front of Meng Hao's body strangely, the speed was indescribable, and it did not give people the slightest possibility of dodging, and directly penetrated through the body of a Western Desert monk.

Immediately afterwards, one after another sharp thorns rose violently around Meng Hao, that is, in the blink of an eye, the terrible screams rose around Meng Hao and spread in all directions, and the seven or eight Western Desert monks, all of whom were five zhang away from Meng Hao's body, were directly penetrated by the sharp thorns that penetrated from the ground and were lifted high.

What's even more amazing is that after this sharp thorn penetrated the monk, it actually squirmed strangely, as if absorbing the blood and cultivation of the monk, the body of the seven or eight Western Desert monks was visible to the naked eye, as if it was not a terrible scream that people could make, spread all over the place, making all the monks around one by one shocked.

"What is this?" Everyone around them was short of breath one by one, but before they could react, suddenly, a large number of thorns suddenly appeared on the withered bodies of the seven or eight Western Desert monks around Meng Hao!

These thorns burst open in an instant, shooting out in all directions, some of them fell to the ground, disappeared directly, and then appeared violently in the nearby area, and often when they appeared, they directly pierced into the bodies of nearby monks.

Some, in the course of the shot, fell on the monks, and almost as soon as the screams were heard, the monks withered all over, and in an instant more sharp thorns burst out.

With Meng Hao as the center, the surrounding earth walls roared, and sharp thorns appeared in an instant, and under the continuous diffusion, they caused an indescribable sensation, whether it was the monks of the Holy Snow City or the people of the Motu Palace, these sharp thorns seemed to be indistinguishable from the enemy and me, one by one penetrated and absorbed the flesh and blood, and grew again, that is, in a few breaths, Meng Hao's surroundings were thousands of feet in circumference, and they suddenly became a thorny world.

The scene here directly affected the war here, a large number of Motu monks retreated in shock, but even if they retreated, these sharp thorns still penetrated up, and soon, the entire city has become a world of sharp thorns, and the thorns are woven together, looking hideous, red in color, and spreading to the outside of the city.

At this moment, in the city, all the monks of the Holy Snow City were pale, and they didn't dare to move, looking at the countless sharp thorns around them, and looking outside the city, those monks and fierce beasts of the Motu Palace fell down in pieces, and behind them running, the sharp thorns of the earth roared.

Even the sky is not safe, those sharp thorns can fly very high, and all the life that flies in the sky is within their attack.

Looking at it, the entire land seemed to be covered by these sharp thorns, and the monks of Motu and Western Desert were all shocked, and only a few hundred people could escape, and these hundreds of people were in the outside world, all with shocked and unbelievable faces.

At this moment, the four elders in mid-air and the Yuanying Cultivators of the Motu West Desert were also unable to fight anymore, and they dispersed separately, constantly blocking the sharp thorns that were roaring around.

The entire battlefield, at this moment, almost all eyes were focused on Meng Hao, because in front of Meng Hao, there was an extremely vicious huge sharp thorn rising up from the sky, this sharp thorn squirmed, exuding a bloody aura, and it was covered with small thorns, extremely hideous, and more conspicuous.

And where Meng Hao was, the only place where there were no sharp thorns, such as the root of all sharp thorns, as Meng Hao slowly stood up, countless inhaling sounds came from all around.

Meng Hao's right hand was wrapped around a large number of blades of grass, and each blade of grass was full of thorns.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, he didn't expect this thorn seed to be so amazing. But this kind of situation where we don't distinguish between friend and foe. Meng Hao couldn't solve it. This thing needs Meng Hao's catalysis at the moment of growth, but after absorbing the flesh and vitality of the monk, except for a vague connection with Meng Hao, he can't control the slightest.

"Master Meng...... "Not far away, a monk from Holy Snow City, his right leg was pierced by a sharp thorn, and as soon as he opened his mouth at this moment, another sharp thorn suddenly came instantly, but fortunately, he immediately shut up. The thorn paused an inch beyond his eyebrows, shook like a snake, and then retracted.

There was an instant silence all around, whether it was the Western Desert or the Motu, all the monks who were pierced by the sharp thorns here hid their severe pain one by one, and they didn't dare to shout the slightest.

Even those Yuanying Cultivators in mid-air were stunned, their complexions changed, and they didn't dare to fly. Not daring to speak, because around them. At this moment, tens of thousands of sharp thorns were floating impressively, and it seemed that as long as they made another move, these sharp thorns would penetrate in an instant.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, and there was a blank look in his eyes.

On the city wall, outside the city, I couldn't tell how many fierce beasts and monks were pierced by sharp thorns, and they all looked at Meng Hao with pale, with unprecedented fear.

The hundreds of people who escaped from the distance were also shocked, and they all looked at Meng Hao, this war, by this time, in the eyes of everyone, had become a person who could decide everything.

This person is Meng Hao.

But Meng Hao knew that it was not up to him to decide, because these sharp thorns did not obey his command at all......

Meng Hao was silent, and the surroundings were even more silent, and the hearts of those monks who had been pierced by the sharp thorns trembled, and their eyes gradually showed despair.

At this moment, suddenly, in Meng Hao's ears, there was a voice that outsiders could not hear, only he could hear, this voice was old, with incomparable weakness, as if it could dissipate death at any time.

"Destroying the thorns can destroy all the following existences, once they take root, they cannot be moved, and they only live for one month...... No matter how you revive it, you tighten your mind now, take out a drop of blood that contains your consciousness, and merge it into the main rod of thorns beside you.

Remember...... A drop of blood that contains consciousness allows you to give it a command. The weak voice in Meng Hao's ears seemed to come from nothingness, but the moment Meng Hao heard it, he suddenly thought of the voice that came from the ground three months ago, when Zhou Dekun was captured.

Same.

In the silence, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, according to the method that the other party said, gradually his eyebrows cracked by himself, and a drop of blood appeared, this drop of blood contained Meng Hao's cultivation, and his consciousness, when this blood flew out, Meng Hao felt a weakness, he understood that such blood, he must not send more than five drops!

Once you exceed five drops, you will lose too much for yourself.

In the midst of a deep groan, Meng Hao gritted his teeth, although this blood is precious, it can be for the cold snow silkworm...... Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and the blood flew out in an instant, merging into the main pole of the thorn beside him.

Without any obstacles, after directly integrating into it, the main rod of this thorn immediately shook its whole body.

At the same time, whenever the monks of Syracuse were accidentally wounded and penetrated, their wounds healed immediately, and the sharp thorns disappeared, as if they remained in their bodies, becoming the nourishment for their recovery from their injuries.

As the sharp thorns dissipated, outside the city, those monks from the Motu Palace and the Western Desert immediately let out a terrible scream, their bodies withered in an instant, and at the same time, there was a roaring sound echoing, it was the sound of the monks who were about to die, self-destructing.

In this roar, Meng Hao's mind seemed to be divided into countless parts for a moment, as if he himself had incarnated into the main rod of this thorn, and every sharp thorn that was emitted contained his own consciousness.

One thought kills everyone.

But at the same time, his spiritual sense was also depleting at a terrifying rate, which meant that Meng Hao's spiritual sense was second only to Yuan Ying, and it was too much beyond the cultivators of the same realm, otherwise, in such an instant, his spiritual sense would be exhausted.

At this moment, suddenly, in Meng Hao's consciousness, someone was speaking in a low voice in a place outside the city that was pierced by seven or eight sharp thorns.

"Is it Master Meng?"

An outbreak is brewing, it will start in a few days, and once it does, it will continue until the day after the end of the month!

There are also brothers and sisters who have a monthly pass, please give Fengtian a monthly pass!(To be continued......)