The areas he chose back then were all remote corners, and even most of them were areas that he had seen in the first realm and knew that they could be preserved.

At this moment, as it approached, Meng Hao became more and more nervous, and after a while, when he came to this shooting area, looking at the ruins on the ground, Meng Hao took a deep breath and immediately descended.

After looking around for a long time, Meng Hao lowered his head, looked at the ground under his feet, suddenly raised his right foot, and stepped down fiercely, with a bang, the ground under his feet immediately exploded, countless sand and soil splashed everywhere, and in an instant, a huge pit appeared at Meng Hao's feet.

But in the deep pit, there is nothing......

Meng Hao's face was a little ugly, he turned around and began to search for various locations, until a moment later, he almost searched all over the place, and found nothing.

It seems that here, from beginning to end, there has never been any years of wooden swords buried.

"Did you fail...... Meng Hao's eyes showed a hint of unwillingness, his eyes flashed, his body flew up, and he flew towards the second place where the sword was hidden.

When he arrived at the second place where the sword was hidden, he searched again, but the result was exactly the same, no matter how he searched, he couldn't find the slightest trace of the wooden sword.

Then, in the third area, the answer is still the same.

Meng Hao's heart became more and more low, and a wry smile appeared on his face, he could now be sure that his illusory ancient idea had failed.

With a light sigh, he walked to the last place where the sword was buried, this place was close to the seventh peak, the distance was far, and now it was not an illusory ancient place, the road was smooth, and now this place was in crisis everywhere, even if it was Meng Hao. It also took several days. I came to the bottom of the seventh peak. Where he hid the fourth wooden sword.

This used to be a mountain forest, but at this moment, the mountain forest has long been wiped out and has become a ruin, in this ruin, Meng Hao searched for a long time, and then found the place where the sword was once buried.

After blasting it away, Meng Hao looked at the empty pit and sighed. Completely abandoning expectations, he understood that he had failed.

"But if it fails, then where did the Years Sword go?" Meng Hao suddenly frowned, he opened the storage bag, in his storage bag, there were only six years of wooden swords left, and the four swords that he buried were indeed gone.

Meng Hao was silent. This thing is strange, and it seems to be a little beyond his imagination. There are many answers, and the only one that can be explained seems to be that the buried sword was successful, but the four years of wooden swords have been taken away by people a long time ago.

Meng Hao shook his head, and was about to leave, when suddenly his afterglow swept over the edge of the deep pit, and saw an object, the moment he saw this thing, Meng Hao's body shook violently, his breathing was instantaneous, and he flashed violently, and appeared directly in the deep pit, staring at a piece of wood that was only the size of a fingernail, which looked ordinary, and was hidden in the soil.

This piece of wood, through the decay of time, is not good-looking, and it is pierced in the soil......

"This is ......" Meng Hao's breath was unprecedentedly fast, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and carefully picked up this piece of wood, the size of a fingernail, irregular around, but there was a horn, which seemed to hide sharpness.

Like the tip of a sword!!

"This is Chunqiu Mu, this is the tip of the wooden sword!" Meng Hao's breathing became more and more rapid, his mind roared, and suddenly there was chaos, he longed for success, but he couldn't understand success.

At this moment, when his heart was roaring, he carefully looked at the tip of the sword in his hand.

"That's not right...... Seem...... Isn't it the wooden sword I buried at the beginning?" Meng Hao sighed lightly, and looked carefully, on this piece of wood the size of a fingernail, there was a power that had been stored for nearly 30,000 years.

It's just that because this piece of wood is too small, the power of the years on it is very unstable, as if it is in the process of volatilization and will gradually disappear.

"My wooden sword, if it is really successful, has been buried here for about 100,000 years, but this piece of wood is only 30,000 years old, and there seems to be some difference in the other appearance?" Meng Hao was a little confused, and in his deep groaning, he suddenly had doubts about whether he was successful back then.

Without seeing the complete sword, it was difficult for Meng Hao to judge, and on this wooden chip, he did not feel the imprint and traces he left on the wooden sword back then.

In the midst of a deep groan, Meng Hao put away the precious piece of wood, although this thing is small, although it is impossible to judge whether it is left by Meng Hao back then, but the power of its 30,000 years is also this small fragment, comparable to a treasure.

"If it fails, I only lose four years of wooden swords, as long as I consume some spirit stones, I can still copy them, if it succeeds, then even if it is taken away by others in advance, but this thing is refined by my own hands, if I encounter it one day in the future, even if this sword has been refined many times.

But the sword heart is the power of my years, and the master of the sword will always be the first master. Meng Hao's eyes flashed, since he couldn't figure out this matter, he didn't want to think about it uselessly, when he looked up, he looked at the area behind the seventh peak, and a touch of sadness gradually appeared in his eyes.

"There, that's Father Ke's graveyard. Meng Hao got up, turned into Changhong, and flew straight to the place where the powerhouses of the Demon Immortal Sect were buried after they died.

Along the way, Meng Hao heard the roar coming from within the Demon Immortal Sect, and there were even the sounds of fighting methods, which sometimes echoed in the distance.

For everyone who has come to this third realm in the Southern Heaven and Earth, this place is like a treasure house, there are creations everywhere, and these creations are not the same under ordinary circumstances, it depends on who is more prepared in the second realm, has a more comprehensive understanding, and even learns some means to break the ban.

These are the key, but since there are treasures in them, it is inevitable that there will be contention and friction between each other, and they will fight each other, so they are used to it.

Meng Hao didn't pay attention to this matter, even if he didn't do anything, there was an oath between each other, and his harvest here would surpass others by much.

When moving forward, it was getting late, outside the seventh peak, when the burial domain of the Demon Immortal Sect was in front, suddenly there was a long rainbow, which flew out rapidly from the middle of the seventh peak, originally not flying towards Meng Hao, but it seemed to notice Meng Hao in mid-air, this Changhong actually changed direction and went straight to Meng Hao.

Meng Hao paused in mid-air, his expression was as usual, and he looked coldly.

That Changhong was extremely fast, with a sense of domineering. Stirring up an astonishing roar. Approaching from afar in an instant. In Changhong, there is a young man, who is the relic of the imperial family from the Northland.

This person's eyes were like lightning, with a hideous and cold, straight towards Meng Hao, and when the blink of an eye was approaching, he raised his right hand and waved, and suddenly six black dragons rushed out illusory. The roars were shocking, entangled with each other, exuding terrifying coercion, and rushing towards Meng Hao.

These six black dragons, each of them surpassed the Yuanying Great Perfection, and the six fused together to form a coercion, which was like a half-step slashing spirit, which showed the youth of this imperial family's relic. The strength of his own cultivation.

Seeing that these six black dragons roared approaching, they occupied the world in front of Meng Hao. Each black dragon was hundreds of zhang in size, and six of them were entangled together, with an amazing momentum, towards Meng Hao, roaring.

Meng Hao snorted coldly, did not dodge in the slightest, did not even retreat, took a step forward, and when his right hand was raised, his seemingly ordinary physical body burst out in an instant with a strength comparable to the fifth life, this strength is also a half-step slashing spirit.

As soon as the circle fell, the heavens and the earth roared, and the roars of the six black dragons stopped abruptly, and they were directly submerged by the earth-shattering loud noise, as if Meng Hao's fist set off a violent wind and directly tore them apart.

What's more, in Meng Hao's punch, there is even an illusory mountain, which is the power of the first layer of manifestation of Meng Hao's enlightened mountain-swallowing formula, and it comes out with one punch, like a storm, like a mountain.

Boom Boom!

The six black dragons were shattered in an instant, and the imperial relict from the northern land, his face suddenly changed greatly, and his eyes directly showed shock, obviously he didn't expect that Meng Hao was so strong here.

According to his original plan, it would be best if this blow could kill Meng Hao, if not, he would also see Meng Hao's reality and reality, but the cultivation that was now poised out made his heart sink immediately.

Without hesitation, he immediately retreated.

"Brother Meng, this matter is ...... mistakenly" His eyes flashed, and he immediately spoke in a deep voice.

"First life. ”

Meng Hao opened his mouth lightly, and with a bang of his body, he directly burst out with the terrifying power of the first life, especially his physical body, which directly reached Cheng Dù, which was comparable to the sixth life, and in an instant, Meng Hao's combat power directly doubled.

He took a step forward, turning into green smoke, and the black moon inside appeared in front of the young man from the Northland in an instant, and his right hand was raised, and he punched directly.

With a bang, the young man from the north raised his hands to fight, and a black light appeared outside his body, but this black light immediately collapsed and fell apart, he spurted blood, his body suddenly retreated, and his expression showed shock for the first time.

"He was twice as strong in an instant!!" This young man from the remnants of the Northern Emperor Clan, surnamed Liu Mingzichuan, is extremely arrogant on weekdays, but he is shocked at the moment, but his bones are still unruly.

When the blood spurted out, his body finally stopped, raised his head violently, his eyes showed hideousness, licked the blood from the corners of his mouth, and stared at Meng Hao deadly.

"Okay, now it should be your limit, it will burst out with double combat power in an instant, not bad, you are qualified to be my opponent, then let you see, what is the emperor body......" Liu Zichuan said proudly, but before he could finish his words, suddenly, Meng Hao faintly said a word.

"Second life!"

Rumble!

Meng Hao's body was directly shocking in an instant, his physical body was instantly comparable to the horror of the seventh life, and his combat power exploded again, causing the sky to lose color, making the surrounding area instantly burst into a violent wind.

Liu Zichuan's eyebrows and heart were beating wildly, his heart was completely roaring at this moment, his mouth was dry, his mind was buzzing, his eyes widened, he looked at Meng Hao in disbelief, and suddenly his scalp was numb.

"Damn, damn it, this person has cultivated as a pervert, this is definitely the Dao Law from the Second Realm, maybe it is the first ten Dao Methods!" Liu Zichuan was frightened, his body retreated in an instant at this moment, and he actually fled immediately without hesitation.

He fled fast, but Meng Hao chased faster, just one step, he caught up in an instant, and a finger fell, and immediately a big mountain phantom appeared, roaring towards Liu Zichuan.

Liu Zichuan spurted blood, his body was almost collapsing, and the strong life and death crisis made him scattered, and immediately raised his right hand and slapped his chest fiercely, and immediately spit out a bead, which flew out, exploded with a bang, and turned into a big net, directly covering Liu Zichuan inside, as if there was a force in the dark, pulling the big net, and it was away in an instant.

The illusory mountain that made Meng Hao just swept it and didn't hit it completely, but it also made Liu Zichuan spurt blood again, and his mind was in a big mess, and he was frightened, and he went away in an instant.

"Your harvest, I want eighty percent, if you don't agree, I'll kill you......" Meng Hao didn't chase it, but stood in place and said lightly. (To be continued......)