After that, Meng Hao saw many familiar people appear. Each one of them seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember them.

Xu Bai has been here, Chen Fan has been here, Little Fatty has been here, Da Mao... has also been here.

Da Mao has become the Totem Saint Ancestor, but it is not the twelfth level, but the eleventh level. Even in terms of cultivation, it is not as close to the spirit-slaying level of the heavenly demon as in the legend.

What is shown is only the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul. In the Western Desert, there are twelve levels of alien monsters. The peak recorded in history is that the eleventh-level heavenly demon is comparable to the spirit slayer, and the twelfth-level totem is comparable to Dao. What can be done?

At this point, only when the Western Desert is at its most prosperous, the strength of the Totem Saint Ancestor is directly related to the amount of faith.

The greatest prosperity must inevitably decline. These are just the past. In the Western Desert before the catastrophe, even most of the tribesmen who cut down the spirits could not compare with the prosperity of the entire Western Desert. Therefore, the eleventh-order heavenly demon became the Yuan Ying Dzogchen.

, the twelfth level is similar to slaying spirits, and has the ability to turn into a totem. Most of the Western Desert monks cannot feel this. Only the chief priests of the tribes and others know clearly.

The same was true when Meng Hao became the Totem Saint Ancestor. The more people in his clan and the more faith he had, the stronger he would be, and vice versa.

The emergence of the catastrophe in the Western Desert and the extinction of vitality have also affected the strange monsters. The Totem Saint Ancestors have been even more affected, causing all the Totem Saint Ancestors to be severely weakened. Fortunately, Da Mao and the others have Meng Hao who was there all the way back then.

Nourished by demonic energy, it is precisely because of this that Da Mao and all the totem saint ancestors of the Golden Crow and Black Dragon Tribe have the ability to transform into totems in advance.

At the eleventh level, you can become a totem!

Da Mao stayed on the Purple Sea for a long time, and sometimes he heard whimpering calls, as if he was looking for Meng Hao, but found nothing, until he finally left with a mournful cry.

Until one day, another old man came. His face was gloomy and his cultivation was not obvious. But from Meng Hao's perspective, there was a huge evil aura around this man's body, and there was also an ancient aura and a strength that made Meng Hao...

Hao's shocking cultivation level.

He looked at the sea, his expression getting even uglier for a long time, but finally he sneered a few times, turned around and left.

He is the tenth ancestor of the Wang family!

Many people have been here. On this day, a woman in red came. This woman was extremely beautiful, but her eyebrows were furrowed. After scanning the surroundings, she suddenly lowered her head and looked at Zihai. She was sitting cross-legged.

Directly above Meng Hao deep under the sea.

"My aunt has been waiting in vain for so many years, and you actually turned into a demon here!!"

"If you don't want to be a good and developed monk, you will become a demon!!"

"There's nothing wrong with your head. Your grandma, you're still not a man. After taking advantage of me, you just slapped your ass and walked away? You're so irresponsible. I, I, I... What do you want my aunt to do in ten years? Let my aunt do it.

How to get to the ancient world of demons and immortals!!" The woman in red gritted her teeth, but she had no choice but to leave angrily after a few days.

Another day, a woman wearing a long blue dress came. This woman was very beautiful, and her body exuded the fragrance of elixir. She stood silently in the air, looking at the sea in the distance.

"Meng Hao, where have you been..." The woman spoke softly. For a long time, her sighs still echoed, and the person gradually faded away.

Before leaving, she threw an elixir into the purple sea. This was an elixir she had refined, and it represented that her elixir path had reached a certain peak.

The elixir is like a sea, melting.

Meng Hao's heart seemed to be shaken at this moment. His body sitting cross-legged deep under the sea also seemed to be shaken at this moment.

Until one day, in the darkness of the morning, a woman in white came from the direction of Motu. This woman was a little cold and seemed to have no mood or anger. She walked silently and stood quietly in the air, looking into the distance for a long time.

After that, she lowered her head and looked at the purple sea.

She didn't know that what she saw was Meng Hao.

Meng Hao couldn't remember that what he saw was...Xu Qing.

The most helpless thing in this world may not be the distance, but that you are looking at me and I am looking at you, but we can't see each other.

For the first time, Meng Hao's thoughts began to fluctuate. As his thoughts fluctuated, the entire Purple Sea stirred up waves from its calm state.

Xu Qing was in mid-air, staring blankly at the sea. At this glance, it was like a year.

For a year, she did not leave. Instead, she chose a mountain peak on an island and lived there silently, looking at the sea every day and Meng Hao looking at her every day.

During this year, Meng Hao has been thinking about who she is...

In order to prevent others from affecting her or herself, even Xu Qing did not know that the sea area around her had become a restricted area of ​​life, and no Western Desert monk could step into it.

This place became Meng Hao and Xu Qing's world.

Until a year later, the jade slips on Xu Qing's body radiated light, like some kind of call. When it became more frequent, she stood up, quietly looked into the distance, looked at the sea, turned around, and left.

.

The moment she turned around, a tear ran down the corner of her eye, dripped from her cheek, and fell into the sea.

This tear melted into the sea water.

Chu Yuyan left behind a pill.

Xu Qing shed a tear.

The elixir shook Meng Hao's body, and after the tear merged into the sea, an unprecedented tsunami erupted in the Purple Sea of ​​the Western Desert.

"Who am I..." Meng Hao's will was asking himself. As he asked himself, the tsunami became more and more shocking. The waves surged into the sky, shaking the entire Purple Sea of ​​the Western Desert, and shocking the monks in Motu.

"Why am I feeling so sad..."

"I forgot something..."

"who is she……"

"Who are they..." Meng Hao's will, murmuring to himself, was followed by storms, waves, earth-shaking, and roaring sounds that echoed around the world.

As Meng Hao asked himself, and as he roared almost madly, all the seawater dispersed along the way as the tear dropped into the seawater, making way for it.

This tear was pulled along the way without any hindrance, and fell into the depths of the Purple Sea. It fell into the dark bottom of the sea, where Meng Hao's body was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

It wasn't until the tear fell in front of Meng Hao and on his pale lips that it completely melted, followed his lips, and soaked into his mouth, turning into bitterness.

The moment these bitter tears spread in Meng Hao's mouth, his body suddenly moved, and bursts of indescribable aura exploded out of his body.

With the eruption, the waves outside became even more shocking!

Until a long, long time, silently, Meng Hao's eyes slowly... opened!

The moment his eyes opened and closed, there was a bang in his mind, countless memories and countless pictures. At this moment, they all emerged and were restored in his mind!

"Death is not the end of life, but the beginning...I am Meng Hao." Meng Hao was silent for a long time. He gradually raised his head and looked at the dark seabed, but in his eyes, what he saw was the surface of the sea.

Sky.

He woke up, he realized it!

At the moment of enlightenment, he also noticed that ten years have passed since that tear fell, and one hundred and fifty years have passed since he chose to enlighten the Purple Sea!

Without those tears, Meng Hao would not have woken up. He would have continued to transform into a demon and would not wake up until ten thousand years later. At that time, there would be one less monk in the world, and the inheritance of the Demon Sealing Master would be cut off. At the same time, the sky

, there will be one more great demon of heaven and earth!

At the moment of waking up, all the big waves in the Purple Sea calmed down instantly, and all the ghosts sank into the sea together, no longer existing in the outside world.

The entire purple sea was in deathly silence.

Deep under the sea, Meng Hao's vitality became more and more vigorous, until a few days later, it had reached its previous peak. If Meng Hao's vitality had been so strong before, it would have caused a sense of extinction in this purple sea.

Kill him completely.

But right now, this purple sea didn't reject him at all.

Because, Meng Hao is Zihai, and Zihai, in a sense... is Meng Hao!

When he slowly raised his right hand and stretched it forward, the entire purple sea slowly sank silently until it sank ten feet!

The majestic Purple Sea in the Western Desert has sunk ten feet as a whole, exposing more islands and exposing the peaks of mountains that once appeared.

This scene caused a sensation among all the monks in Motu. Group after group of people came to see what happened, but they could not find the reason or determine where the ten feet of sea water had gone.

But in fact, the entire Western Desert Purple Sea has sunk ten feet or less. At this moment, the water condensed on the back of Meng Hao's right hand, imprinting it into a purple water character.

It became a symbol that Meng Hao had mastered the power of death in the purple sea, and turned into his own... water totem!

Looking down at the back of his hand, Meng Hao raised his right hand and waved it. Immediately, the seawater around him dispersed, expanding hundreds of feet, leaving no trace of seawater within a hundred feet around Meng Hao.

At the same time, blood shone on his index finger, and the blood totem representing vitality transformed.

Under Meng Hao's control, the blood totem slowly overlapped on the back of Meng Hao's right hand and merged with the purple sea totem representing death.

The moment they touched, overlapped, and merged with each other, Meng Hao's body shook violently.

"Blood represents life!"

"Purple sea represents death!"

"The collision of life and death is extinction, and the fusion of life and death is the source of life that gives birth to everything... This is my water of the Five Elements!"

"It represents life and death, it is both extinction and the source of life!"

"The water totem will become my first Nascent Soul. Its color is the fusion of purple and blood. It... is my water of the five elements, my purple-blood Nascent Soul!" Meng Hao's eyes showed a strange light,

He made a fist with his right hand, and the water totem mark quickly disappeared. Instead of dissipating, it sank into Meng Hao's body. In an instant, it was imprinted on Meng Hao's perfect golden elixir.

At the same time, Meng Hao's eyes showed persistence. At this moment, he didn't look like a monk, but like an alchemist!

At this moment, he is Master Danding!

"The body is a furnace..." He murmured, and the blood in his body suddenly accelerated. Every vibration of his flesh and blood seemed to turn himself into a furnace of heaven and earth.

There is no fire in it, but... it is his life!

Refining elixirs with life, refining infants using elixir refining methods, and then refining your own five-color Nascent Soul!

"The elixir of the heart!" Meng Hao put his hands on his knees and closed his eyes. In his heart, he decided from the beginning to use this method that was unprecedented and perhaps unprecedented in the future to achieve a breakthrough in his cultivation.

When the perfect golden elixir enters the Yuanying, in another way, the scenes of the process of reaching the level of perfecting the Yuanying without the skills of the Perfect Yuanying emerge in my mind one by one.

These are Meng Hao’s prescriptions!

"Refining the five-color Nascent Soul! The first step is not one Nascent Soul, but five Nascent Souls!" Meng Hao's body made a loud bang, and he began to refine himself using the method of alchemy.

After the perfect golden elixir in his body was completely integrated with the water totem, Meng Hao's body was the elixir furnace and his heart was the elixir recipe, and he was refining the baby.

This scene, before Meng Hao, had never been done like this in the world of cultivation. It was equivalent to Meng Hao creating a path of cultivation that suited him, and he wanted to use this path to compete with the Perfect Beauty!

Time passed slowly, and his perfect golden elixir showed signs of breaking under the bursts of clicking sounds. After a moment, the perfect golden elixir shattered into pieces and turned into a chaotic vortex.
Chapter completed!