While thinking, Meng Hao raised his right hand and slapped it on the storage bag. Immediately, a head appeared in his hand, which was the head of a young man in black transformed into a black bat.

However, it is not in human form, but in the shape of a bat. Its eyes are lifeless, but the fear and despair before death remain. When people look at it, they will have an indescribable sense of shock.

Meng Hao deliberately kept this head in order to resolve an unnecessary dispute.

Hu Yanqing's death was a deliberate frame-up by the black bat. Let's not talk about whether Patriarch Hu Yan could see the clues. Even if he didn't, the head in Meng Hao's hands at the moment was enough to explain the problem.

Turning around, Meng Hao flew towards the Shichufang City that had been built over the years on the Western Desert Sea that he had seen when his consciousness merged with the Purple Sea.

The closest place to him at the moment was Seventh Square City.

"These ten cities are all guarded by Motu monks, and if they are qualified to establish such a bridgehead-like city here despite the catastrophe, they must have the support of the Heavenly Alliance."

"Send this head there, and someone will naturally send it to Patriarch Huyan." Meng Hao's body swayed at great speed. Three days later, he crossed the Purple Sea and saw from a distance a floating body of water on the sea not far away.

Many boats are connected together to form a city with an area of ​​several thousand feet.

There are actually quite a few wooden buildings on top of it. There are about a thousand monks, and there is a lot of people coming in and out. Many of them are still changing, making it very lively.

There were some monks in black robes around, all with indifferent expressions, walking back and forth on the edge. Their clothes had patterns of butterflies flying through the clouds. They were the guards of Seventh Square City.

On weekdays, this place is where monks trade supplies. Even according to Mo Tu's plan, in the next few years, based on these ten cities, hundreds of cities will be built on the Western Desert Sea.

of Fangshi.

There is a formation here that makes it difficult for spiritual consciousness to spread in. Unless Meng Hao activates multiple lives, it will be difficult for spiritual consciousness to spread.

When Meng Hao arrived, it was at noon. His arrival immediately attracted the attention of the monks in this city. The guards' eyes narrowed. Meng Hao's Nascent Soul's perfect cultivation made them immediately vigilant.

Meng Hao entered Fang City.

As soon as he stepped into Fangshi, Meng Hao immediately felt the power of the formation sweep across his body like divine consciousness, covering his whole body. The power of the formation seemed to pause, and then seemed to lock himself, condensing and motionless.

Meng Hao looked as usual. What he was looking for was the Heavenly Alliance. If someone here took the initiative to come to him, it would mean that Patriarch Huyan had made a lot of preparations for Hu Yanqing's death and knew his identity.

If no one comes to find him, then the matter becomes a bit intriguing.

Almost at the moment Meng Hao arrived, among the many boats that made up the city, there was an extremely luxurious boat where two old men were sitting cross-legged and meditating.

One of them was wearing a red robe and was in the late stage of Nascent Soul cultivation. Next to him, another old man was wearing a black robe and had some colorful totems on his face. With his eyes closed, he was emitting fluctuations that were infinitely close to the perfection of Nascent Soul.

Although it is not enough, it is obviously not far behind.

These two people are the strongest people stationed here in the Seventh Square City and the Heavenly Alliance.

Almost the moment Meng Hao stepped into this city, suddenly, in front of the two old men, a light curtain appeared out of thin air, flashing rapidly.

The two elders opened their eyes together and immediately saw Meng Hao's figure appearing within the light curtain.

In the light curtain, bursts of crimson light suddenly emitted from all around Meng Hao's figure. This light was not emitted by Meng Hao, but was marked by the formation of this city.

"Red Wanted...this person..."

"It's him! A few days ago, Patriarch Huyan of the Tiancong tribe personally ordered him to be the wanted person." The two elders' eyes immediately shrank, and they looked at each other, and they could see the solemnity and contemplation in each other's eyes.

"I remember that Patriarch Huyan mentioned in his wanted list that day that if he informed him of the news, he would receive an additional magic weapon that he personally refined. If he could capture this man alive, he could promise a favor!"

The eyes of the two elders immediately showed a hint of fire, and when they looked at each other, they both had a twinkle in their eyes.

"Activate the formation!"

"All Nascent Soul monks, take action!" The two elders were silent for a moment, both showing decisiveness. As monks, they are not afraid of dangers, but what they are afraid of is that they do not even have the courage to face dangers. Wealth and honor...are always sought in danger!

The favor of a spirit-slaying ancestor is worth taking a risk for them, even if this person's cultivation seems to be very strange. He seems to be the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul. With the cooperation of other Nascent Soul monks, and more importantly, there is a formation, here

Things are not impossible.

Almost at this seventh square city, when all the Nascent Soul monks in the Heavenly Alliance received messages from the two elders one after another, Meng Hao was walking in the square city, passing the crowds, and looking at the bustling bustle around him, he felt a little dazed.

, then I remembered that I had been in seclusion for more than a hundred years.

"More than a hundred years ago..." Meng Hao sighed, as memories slowly emerged like a tide. He remembered the familiar faces he saw when he merged with Zihai.

I remembered those tears.

With melancholy, Meng Hao walked in the city, until he was near an edge, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and when he slowly raised his head, Meng Hao's body, for the first time in more than a hundred years,

...trembled.

In front of him, there was a shelf with more than fifty people hanging on it.

Each of these more than fifty people was dying, and even half of them had died and turned into corpses, hanging there, exposed to the wind and sun, and filled with the air of death.

Their bodies were full of scars, and it was obvious that they had endured countless tortures. The half of them who were still alive at this moment had their eyes open and seemed to be looking into the distance.

No one uttered the slightest wail or scream, and everyone remained silent.

One of them is an old woman, with an old face, a withered body, covered with whip marks, and a head of white hair. She is very embarrassed. But if you look carefully, you can faintly see that it seems that this old woman should have been a beauty when she was young.

.

She stared blankly into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking, but the everlasting fire of life in her heart seemed to represent her heart, filled with strong hatred.

At this moment, Meng Hao's mind suddenly roared, and his expression instantly turned colder than it had ever been in more than a hundred years. Even when facing the black bat, Meng Hao's anger was far less intense.

Intense now.

His body was shaking. This was due to his uncontrollable rage. Waves of indescribable coldness seemed to be spreading from Meng Hao's body in an instant. Ice appeared on the wooden boards under his feet. At this moment, the purple sea outside Fang City

, and the huge waves rolled violently.

At this moment, memories of the past emerged uncontrollably in his mind.

"Senior, she is my sister, her name is Wu Ling!"

"If you dare to deceive my brother, we will fight to the death!"

"Senior, Wu Ling will give everything for my brother. No matter what, I can do it..." The voice from back then echoed in Meng Hao's mind until it transformed into the old woman in front of him.

The girl she once was, has lost her beauty with the passage of time and has become a vicissitudes of life.

Meng Hao vaguely recognized that this old woman was... Wu Ling!

There were three or five other hanging people around, and Meng Hao found in them the familiarity from back then. They... were members of the Wushen tribe!

When Meng Hao looked at the people of the Wushen tribe, there were some monks around, looking at the hanging people of the Wushen tribe with emotion, and talking to each other in low voices.

"There are people from the Golden Crow and Black Dragon Clan in ten cities. They should not provoke the Tiancong Tribe, nor should they provoke the Huyan Patriarch."

"If you want to blame it, it's their former Totem Saint Ancestor who actually killed the only son of Patriarch Huyan. This incident has caused such a big fuss that all the forces in the entire Motu have been alarmed."

"Hey, these half-dead corpses are hanging here to force out the totem ancestor of the Golden Crow tribe. I remember his name is Meng Hao."

"I also heard that the Tiancong tribe declared to the world that if Meng Hao doesn't show up for one day, the Tiancong tribe will kill a hundred Jinwu tribe members."

Each of these voices was like a sharp knife, piercing into Meng Hao's mind. At this moment, Meng Hao's heart was directly torn open, making his face pale, and making the ice under his feet tremble.

In an instant, it became even colder.

His breathing was stinging, and his eyes were bloodshot and red at this moment.

He didn't expect that Patriarch Huyan would actually... do things to such an extreme extent. Obviously, he didn't take Meng Hao seriously at all, and acted like a strong man, even though he knew that this matter was not

Meng Hao must be implicated in what he did.

"Golden Crow Tribe..." The surrounding purple sea roared and rolled even more intensely at this moment, causing many monks here to look at him in surprise. Some of them had already noticed that something was wrong with Meng Hao.

At this moment, among the more than fifty people hanging there, Wu Ling seemed to be aware of it, and turned her head with difficulty. In the next moment, she... saw Meng Hao.

The moment she saw Meng Hao clearly, she froze.

She looked at Meng Hao and gradually smiled. Meng Hao looked at her with a guilty look on his face, as well as an uncontrollable and overwhelming anger.

At this moment, the whispers around him were also interrupted by the rolling purple sea around him, but the last two sentences still reached Meng Hao's ears.

"The Golden Crow and Black Dragon Clan split because of this incident. The Black Dragon Tribe took the opportunity to become independent again. The Golden Crow Clan is probably in doom. I heard that this time the Tiancong tribe is dispatched to start a war with the Golden Crow Clan. The war is still going on and I'm afraid it's not over yet.

, but in the previous war between the two sides, the Tiancong tribe had already captured nearly 500 members of the Golden Crow tribe."

"However, the Golden Crow tribe is also amazing. It is said that its power is stronger than expected. The Tiancong tribe also suffered a lot of casualties, so the Tiancong tribe had to mobilize the whole tribe and start an all-out war."

After these two words fell into Meng Hao's ears, the entire Purple Sea outside Fang City roared and suddenly erupted. The cold air under Meng Hao's feet swept across all directions and covered the entire Fang City at that moment.

Things have changed!

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Chapter completed!