Killing people do not bleed, because even if there is blood, it will be washed away in the rain. If the body and mind are washed, Meng Hao here does not care about the falling rain at this moment, nor does he waste his cultivation on covering up.

In the rain.

He slowly let go of his hand, and when he turned around, the rain fell across his face, down his chin, down his hair, and down his clothes. Lightning flashed across the dark night sky, making Meng Hao's image at this moment actually look a little more...

Monster.

This scene shocked the hearts of the dozen or so Qingluo Sect disciples around them. When they looked at Meng Hao, there was no longer the slightest hint of contempt, but a look of solemnity.

Even Qingluo Sect Taoist Zhou Jie, who had fake alchemy cultivation, raised his head and glanced at Meng Hao. His eyes narrowed, but he did not take action. Instead, he raised his right hand and pressed the incense burner, causing the smoke from the burner to rise into the air.

, accelerate the condensation.

"At all costs, kill this person." He said calmly, his voice carrying a chill in the rainy night.

The dozen or so Qingluo Sect monks around Meng Hao all rushed out with solemnity after hearing the words. Their spells, treasures, and various methods were immediately displayed. The roaring sound shook the earth and the earth. This killing on a rainy night was exactly what Meng Hao was facing.

The most powerful interceptor, any one of these ten people, is in the late stage of foundation building.

It can even be said that the existence of these ten people is definitely not something that a small sect can have. Even a medium-sized sect will never send them out at once, because for the sect, these disciples in the late stage of foundation building,

Once there is good fortune, once there is elixir formation, even if only one person can form elixir, it is very important to the sect.

Only a super sect such as Qingluo Sect has such foundation and can send out so many late-stage foundation-building sects at once.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed. If he hadn't opened the fifth Taoist platform, this battle would have been extremely difficult for him. It would have even been a life-and-death crisis. But now, with the five Taoist platforms, Meng Hao already had it.

The combat power within the realm of Foundation Establishment is invincible. It can even be said that at this moment, Meng Hao is the first person in the cultivation world of the Southern Territory to be under the Pill Formation!

He sneered, and at the moment when more than ten Qingluo Sect monks arrived, he raised his right hand to grab the void and spread forward. The fire dragon in the shape of a dragon immediately blasted out, but it was not fully revealed.

When it reappeared, the high temperature instantly caused the surrounding rainwater to directly vaporize and turn into fog.

At the same time as the fog rolled away, Meng Hao slapped his storage bag, and two wooden swords immediately flew out, following Meng Hao's body as they swirled around him.

The mist rolled, obscuring the outside world's sight. The surrounding high temperature caused the rainwater to continuously turn into mist and blend into it when it fell. Thunder roared outside, lightning flashed from time to time, and shrill screams came from the mist.

Meng Hao's figure was moving with murderous intent in the mist. In front of him, two wooden swords crossed and swept across, cutting off a Qingluo Sect monk. Until his death, the monk's expression remained horrified.

Killing intent continued to come out of the mist, and Meng Hao's figure was like a ghost. Wherever he passed, his right hand cracked and shattered a person. He swung the person's body directly, blocking a spear in front of him. During the roar, at that

The moment the body fell into pieces, Meng Hao stepped away.

With a flick of his right hand, the wind blades immediately transformed and scattered in mid-air. When Meng Hao walked away, a broken corpse fell to the ground scattered from the mist.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Jie's brows furrowed more and more tightly, but his right hand had already pressed down on the incense burner, and nearly 60% of the tobacco formation had been condensed.

At this moment, shrill screams came from the mist. A Qingluo Sect disciple was frightened and half of his body escaped from the mist. When he was about to rush out, Meng Hao's right hand suddenly stretched out from the mist.

He came out, held down the monk's head, and gave it a hard squeeze. Amidst the monk's pitiful voice, Meng Hao's face emerged from the mist, and he glanced at Zhou Jie.

Zhou Jie was also looking at Meng Hao. The two looked at each other for a moment. Meng Hao showed a smile, his figure disappeared into the mist, and he also let go of his hand, causing the Qingluo Sect monk to open his eyes, but

No longer breathing, the body fell.

This look shocked Zhou Jie's mind, and he looked a little ugly. At this moment, the screams in the mist had gradually decreased, and the roaring sounds had also become weaker. At this moment, another figure rushed out quickly.

"Senior Brother Zhou, save me!" That was a disciple of the Qingluo Sect. He had lost his right arm at this moment, his face was full of panic, and he was running away desperately. But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a handprint that was about one foot in size.

Whistling out from the mist, this handprint was almost real, and it was so fast that it caught up with the monk asking for help in an instant.

At the moment of contact, the roaring sound was earth-shattering. The monk's whole body trembled, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could say anything, his whole body collapsed.

Until this moment, the fog where Meng Hao was was slowly dissipating. Meng Hao's figure gradually walked out of it. He was dressed in a robe, with long hair, and his slender body seemed to give people the feeling of a frail scholar.

But the indifference in his eyes made Zhou Jie feel shocked again after seeing it.

At this moment, among the dozen or so monks in the late stages of foundation building... none of them came out of the mist like Meng Hao.

"Your Excellency's method is too cruel." Zhou Jie slowly put down his right hand. He already understood that he did not have time to keep the incense burner going.

Because the Qingluo Sect completely miscalculated the cultivation level of the Meng Hao in front of them.

Even before he came here, Ancestor Ziluo had informed him that the words passed back by the elders of the sect in the Song family pointed out that Meng Hao was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and had a combat power comparable to that of the late Foundation Establishment stage.

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But Zhou Jie finally understood at this moment that the Meng Hao in front of him was not comparable to the combat power of the late-stage foundation establishment, but had the terrifying strength to crush the late-stage foundation establishment.

The other party's spiritual power seemed to be different from others. It seemed to be all spiritual power, but Zhou Jie had this strange feeling, as if Meng Hao's spiritual power had more of his own imprint. This was something he

In previous observations, I felt this strongly many times.

He even discovered that after the spell that Meng Hao created collapsed, logically speaking, the spiritual power that formed the spell would dissipate in the world. If it returned, Meng Hao's spiritual power was like oil in boiling water.

, after the collapse, instead of the integration of heaven and earth, there was a rejection, such as the inability to coexist.

It is precisely for this reason that this explosion of rejection is the reason why Meng Hao is so powerful. Zhou Jie has his own judgment on these, but he has no answer and can only be shocked.

This kind of explosion made Meng Hao, even though he was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, destroy everything in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. This... is the reason!

Spiritual power is different. Meng Hao's spiritual power belongs entirely to him, while the spiritual power of others belongs to heaven and earth. A monk's breathing is like borrowing, but the borrowing time varies depending on his level of cultivation. However,

After all, you have to die, and once you die, everything returns to heaven and earth.

Like a cycle, like the nine roads in front of the gray-robed old man on the big tree, this is the law of heaven and earth!

"It's not that Meng is cruel, but the fact that you are here has already explained the problem. If Meng is soft-hearted, he will be the one who is cruel." Meng Hao spoke calmly, raised his right hand and waved, and the mist behind him slowly dissipated,

The rain came again, falling on the two of them, as if the area where they were was divided into pieces, but the eyes between the two looked at each other became more and more fierce.

"Qingluo Sect Daozi Zhou Jie!" Zhou Jie was silent, and when he spoke slowly, he suddenly raised his right hand, and immediately a three-foot-long green incense stick appeared in his hand, which was burning at the moment.

The smoke is ethereal, the fragrance is like a sword, and the threads are like awn. This incense is obviously anything but ordinary.

"Zhao Guo, Meng Hao." Meng Hao spoke calmly, raised his right hand to make a seal, and immediately two wooden swords surrounded him, spitting out sword light in front of him, and a humming sound could be heard, as if he was eager to drink blood.

This battle is not the first time Meng Hao has encountered Daozi. From his first encounter with Li Daoyi, when he reluctantly fought and used tricks to force his opponent away, he cut off his arm, to when he met Li Shiqi, the two were evenly matched.

, until this moment, he met Zhou Jie in front of him.

"When I was on the Three Dao Platforms, I met Li Daoyi. When I was on the Four Dao Platforms, I fought against Li Shiqi. Now when I am on the Five Dao Platforms, I am going to fight this person. Witness my ability to perfectly build the Five Platforms and reach the invincible state of the Foundation Building!" Meng Haomu said

The fighting spirit gradually grew in him, and the two wooden swords beside him seemed to sense Meng Hao's fighting spirit. At this moment, the sword sounds were louder and the sword light was sharper.

"You look very much like a woman Zhou met when he was traveling a few years ago but failed to pursue her. It's a pity that her surname is not Meng." Zhou Jie shook his head. He said this because he already regarded Meng Hao as an opponent worthy of respect.

In fact, among the Foundation Establishment monks in the entire Southern Territory, he respected less than ten people before today, and almost all of them were Taoists from various sects!

But now, he has recognized the existence of Meng Hao, who is on par with Daozi in the Southern Territory.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking this sentence, Zhou Jie's whole body's aura exploded, and his foundation-building perfection and false elixir realm's cultivation spread in an instant, causing his hair to move without wind, and the rain around him spread even more.

, as if he did not dare to approach, his eyes gradually showed sharpness, and he suddenly took a step towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he raised his right foot, stepped forward, and his spiritual consciousness burst out in an instant.

In the sky on a rainy night, a battle at the pinnacle of foundation building!

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It is easy for Ergen to add dozens or hundreds of words, but it invisibly adds a starting point. And as of now, I think it is the most suitable, so there are not many chapters recently, all of which are 3,000 words apart.

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Chapter completed!