Volume 7: The Ancient Immortals Build a Bridge Out of the Nine Mountains Chapter 1102: Han Qinglei's Plan!

Meng Hao stood outside the National Fortune Mountain, looking coldly at Han Qinglei in the light curtain. With the light curtain, Meng Hao could only see with his naked eyes, and his spiritual sense could not penetrate it.

He could only see Han Qinglei meditating there, as if he was healing.

Meng Hao was not in a hurry. At this moment, the light curtain of the National Fortune Mountain of the Eighth Country was very complete and difficult to shake, but Meng Hao believed that soon, the light curtain here would be weakened.

The fact was indeed as Meng Hao expected. At this moment, the arrival of Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu in the central temple immediately made the Ninth Country's momentum rise. They directly ordered to target only the Eighth Country. Immediately, the monks of both sides suddenly started fighting. Amid the roar, the Eighth Country retreated step by step, and the red light of its high tower also fell rapidly from the previous high.

As it fell, the light curtain of the National Fortune Mountain of the Eighth Country was immediately distorted and became visibly thinner. Han Qinglei suddenly opened his eyes and showed a touch of shock. It seemed that he did not expect this to happen. He stared at Meng Hao.

The moment the two looked at each other, Meng Hao suddenly felt something was wrong. Han Qinglei's expression seemed fine, but Meng Hao didn't believe that Han Qinglei was qualified to be a sequence and not be taken away by others. Such a person could not be without scheming.

He couldn't have thought that when he chased him, he would go to the other side to weaken the battle situation of the central temple.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he raised his right hand, and a punch fell directly on the light curtain. The light curtain blocked his consciousness and could not observe Han Qinglei. In this case, he simply blasted the light curtain and knew everything!

The roar was overwhelming, and the light curtain was twisted. Meng Hao seemed to have turned into a gust of wind, punching one by one, and a magic method descended. For a moment, the whole light curtain was colorful and roaring.

Han Qinglei's face changed. He looked at the light curtain. He understood that the light curtain could not last too long. Once it was broken. Meng Hao would not be able to be stopped. He gritted his teeth fiercely. Revealing his decisive intention, he laughed even more shrilly.

"I never thought that I, Han Qinglei, would be forced to such a state. Meng Hao... you are indeed very strong. You may not be the opponent of the first mountain sequence, but you should be able to fight with the fourth mountain Lin Cong."

"I didn't want to break through so quickly. I wanted to suppress it. I didn't want to be the first to break through the ancient realm. After all, the deeper the foundation of the immortal realm, the stronger it will be after the breakthrough!"

"If you can force me to this extent, then so be it. I will break through here and fight you again!" When Han Qinglei's voice came out, he made a seal with both hands. He pressed it hard on his chest, and immediately there was a loud bang on his body. A breath of breakthrough suddenly burst out and connected with the entire Rufeng Realm.

Meng Hao's eyes narrowed. The feeling of something wrong became stronger.

"When I didn't attack, he looked normal. But it was not right. When I attacked, he saw that the light curtain would shatter, and he immediately chose to break through..." Meng Hao frowned, but he did not stop. At this moment, the light curtain was more distorted under Meng Hao's bombardment. With the sound of crackling, cracks appeared. With the defeat of the Eighth Nation at the Central Temple, the red light of the tower fell more and more, and the light curtain here was weakened to a greater extent.

With a bang, Meng Hao's fist fell, and a huge crack directly penetrated most of the light curtain. Soon, when the red light of the tower of the Central Temple became the weakest among the nine countries, Meng Hao roared to the sky, and the origin of the divine fire spread out, covering the light curtain, and the sound of crackling suddenly rose.

There were more and more cracks, and in the blink of an eye, the entire light curtain collapsed directly, broke into pieces, and turned into a storm that spread violently around.

Although the storm was strong, Meng Hao still penetrated it directly and stepped onto the peak of the eighth country. At the moment of entering the National Fortune Mountain, his consciousness spread out in advance and rushed to Han Qinglei to cover him, to see what was going on and verify his inner guess.

But at the moment when Meng Hao's consciousness covered Han Qinglei, the breath of Han Qinglei's breakthrough also erupted. In the roar, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind and clouds rolled back, and the power of the ancient realm gate descended, which actually shook Meng Hao's consciousness directly.

It seemed like a coincidence, and even if there were no doubts, all this would be logical, but Meng Hao had doubts before. At this moment, this coincidence, in his opinion, might not be a coincidence at all!

Meng Hao's body shook and went straight to Han Qinglei. Han Qinglei's cultivation was breaking through at this moment and was about to enter the ancient realm. Seeing Meng Hao coming, he suddenly gritted his teeth fiercely, and in the process of breaking through, he pinched his fingers and pointed at Meng Hao. Suddenly, a white bone shadow appeared and rushed straight to Meng Hao.

Moreover, behind this piece of bones, there is a Time Wheel. The Supreme Law descended again, forming a series of magical powers, killing Meng Hao.

The roar echoed, and Meng Hao did not pause at all. He raised his right hand and waved it, and the Supreme Bridge appeared. As he took a step, the source of the divine fire surged and spread directly in all directions, causing the white bone phantoms to collapse and the Time Wheel to shatter.

But at this moment, Han Qinglei roared to the sky, and the blue thunder descended. After blasting into his body, Han Qinglei raised his right hand and pressed towards Meng Hao in the air.

With this press, his entire right arm exploded directly. In the bloody mess, a blue thunder, with a wisp of blood, suddenly rushed out from the broken arm, not rushing towards Meng Hao, but after appearing, it actually exploded by itself, turning into a blue light curtain, directly covering Han Qinglei and the statue of the eighth country.

The blue lightning turned into a light curtain, blocking the way. Han Qinglei roared to the sky inside the light curtain, and his momentum of breaking through became stronger and stronger. In the sky, the power of heaven and earth seemed to gather, as if a big door was about to appear.

"Meng Hao, what can you do to me!!" Han Qinglei laughed, his expression ferocious.

But at the moment when his words came out, Meng Hao's left eye suddenly turned into a mountain in mid-air, and the star stone inside melted instantly, covering Meng Hao's whole body in the blink of an eye. Meng Hao, in a few breaths, turned into a star.

It was the Fang family's Taoism, a thought of star transformation!

The appearance of this technique made Han Qinglei's eyes shrink suddenly. He had not seen Meng Hao perform it before. At this moment, his heart skipped a beat. Before he could use any more means, the star that Meng Hao turned into, like a meteor, indestructible, roared, and crushed everything along the way, shattering the void, shaking the heaven and earth, and directly hit the green thunder curtain.

As the rumbling sound echoed, the green thunder curtain shattered directly, shattered into pieces, and exploded, causing Meng Hao to rush into it in an instant. The star dissipated visibly with the naked eye. When Meng Hao's figure reappeared, he was already beside Han Qinglei, and his right hand was lightning, directly pinching Han Qinglei's neck.

Han Qinglei was simply unstoppable. Even though he was about to break through, he was interrupted by Meng Hao's actions.

"As expected!" Meng Hao looked calm. When he grabbed Han Qinglei's neck, his consciousness had already swept through Han Qinglei's body along his right hand.

"Your so-called breakthrough, even you know it yourself, is impossible to succeed, and you actually didn't intend to break through!"

"Because you in front of me are not the real body at all, but just a clone!"

"You forced a breakthrough in order to prevent my consciousness from noticing it, and used the power of the breakthrough to block my consciousness from outside, so that I couldn't see the truth." Meng Hao spoke lightly, his voice very calm.

"What if you know it? My real body has already escaped at this moment, and you can't find it in a short time. Besides, you don't have the time to look for it!" Han Qinglei was seen through by Meng Hao, and laughed, his expression full of sarcasm.

As a sequence, there is no weakling, whether in cultivation or mind!

"Is it because you have attracted other sequences to come? You use the world mark of the Eighth Country as bait, and perhaps add the mark of the Ninth Country to attract other sequences to kill me, so as to play a blocking role." Meng Hao smiled faintly.

His calmness and calmness, his words, made Han Qinglei, who thought his plan was successful, suddenly feel uneasy. Meng Hao was too abnormal.

"You..." Han Qinglei was about to speak, but suddenly, the pressure of the entire Eighth Country roared again, as if it had doubled directly. There was only one possibility for this kind of thing, that other sequences had entered the Eighth Country.

Meng Hao looked calm, but he squeezed his right hand fiercely. With a bang, the clone of Han Qinglei in his hand exploded directly, torn into pieces, and his body and soul were destroyed!

Killing Han Qinglei's clone was clean and neat. Meng Hao swung his right hand, and did not look at the sky, but went straight to the statue. When he raised his right hand, he grabbed the flame transformed from the world mark on the palm of the statue!

Just as Meng Hao was about to grab the flame, a low roar, with overwhelming murderous intent and majesty, suddenly came from the distant sky and earth, like thunder, rolling in.

"That is not something you can take away!"

"Touch it, and Lin will exterminate all nine of your clans!"

As the voice came, the sky and earth roared, and the nothingness in the distance actually rolled up. When the wind and clouds reversed, the clouds seemed to be torn apart. A chariot emitting black light, with an extinct posture, with supreme tyranny and pressure, crushed the nothingness, broke through the sky, and came roaring.

The chariot was ferocious. In front of the chariot, there were nearly a million souls, who were making a shrill roar, pulling the battlefield, and coming rapidly. Wherever they passed, the sky and the earth changed color, as if the night had fallen, opening the prelude to covering the sky.

On the chariot, stood a young man, dressed in white, with black hair, handsome face, but not angry, standing there, like the death emperor who walked out of the underworld with millions of dead souls.

His voice, every word was like thunder, rumbling in Meng Hao's ears. Just the sound made the Eighth Country's National Fortune Mountain tremble, and even cracks appeared, as if it was about to collapse.

"Destroy my nine clans?" Meng Hao smiled and looked at the Sky Chariot. The smile was indescribably cold.

"You are not worthy!"

While speaking, Meng Hao's right hand did not pause at all, and grabbed the statue's hand... the world mark!!

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Happy holidays to everyone~ (To be continued)