Volume 7: Ancient Immortals Build Bridges Out of 9 Mountains Chapter 1126: Guard the Pass!

At the same time, all the other blood pits were boiling, as if they were sealed, and countless blood rose up. Outside each blood pit, it turned into a blood-colored sword, floating motionlessly, but with evil spirits spreading. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

Only the blood pit where Meng Hao disappeared did not have a blood sword, but that was where all the black-robed people were chasing.

Meng Hao was extremely fast. With a bang, he shuttled through the blood pit in the underground palace. When he appeared, he was in a passage. The passage was long and narrow. He shook and continued to sink. This time, he directly entered the secret cave at the bottom. As soon as he stepped in, Meng Hao's eyes were immediately filled with blood, which was dazzling and almost dizzying.

His eyes flashed, and when he was secretly shocked, he felt an indescribable evil breath, which rushed towards him at this moment, as if there were countless shrill voices screaming in his ears, but those shrill voices were familiar to Meng Hao, and they were all the voices of people he knew.

Not only that, even at this moment, countless hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, and he even felt that his body was about to collapse, as if he was in the underworld.

His heartbeat accelerated, his blood reversed, and Meng Hao's face changed drastically in an instant. It seemed that his cultivation was almost disordered and he almost couldn't control it. He bit his tongue fiercely, and after using the severe pain to make himself sober for a moment, his face turned pale and his body quickly retreated until he was closer to the passage, and then he barely resisted.

He even had a strong premonition that even if he was close to the passage, if he stayed there for a little longer, he would still be contaminated by the evil aura, and even his cultivation would be lost!

This was intuition, and this intuition made Meng Hao's eyes shrink. He quickly looked around and saw those statues at a glance, including black turtles, cranes, and even deer...

"Are they... all rebellious spirits!" When Meng Hao's eyes shrank, he finally looked at the area directly below the secret cave, where the blood-colored ice was located, and he saw the blood-colored bat sealed in the blood-colored ice.

All evil. It is from this bloody ice block, from this bloody bat, that it... is the source of evil here!

The parrot and the jelly were also looking around. Their expressions changed.

At this moment, a roar came from Meng Hao's storage bag, and the bloody mask flew out by itself, blasting in the air, emitting a monstrous bloody light. In that bloody light, the mastiff... finally woke up.

Its body suddenly flew out, and in mid-air it looked back at Meng Hao deeply, showing attachment, as if it was just like when it was a child. In its world, Meng Hao is its master, a relative, and everything in its life.

After a glance, the mastiff's eyes showed determination. With a roar, it turned around and turned into a bloody light,

rushing into the bloody ice block, it wanted to seize the body of the Reverse Spirit, to... replace it!!

If it fails, it will die!

But if it succeeds... from now on, it is the Reverse Spirit!

This is crazy. If the evil spirit was not at its weakest, it might have died long ago. The mastiff has no chance of success. But even if the evil spirit died or was extremely weak, no one knows how likely it is to succeed.

Fortunately, the mastiff itself is a spirit born from blood, so it is born from the same origin as the blood bat, which gives it a chance to fight.

At this moment, the blood light transformed by the mastiff merged into the blood-colored ice in an instant and swallowed the blood-colored bat directly.

The roaring sound rose up at this moment, and the blood-colored ice trembled. There seemed to be some invisible roar. At this moment, it came out from the blood-colored ice like a fight between dragons and tigers. The roaring cave, Meng Hao spurted blood, and his body retreated quickly. The mastiff took over the evil spirit, and he could not help. The only thing he could do was to protect the mastiff all the way here.

As for whether it can succeed, it does not depend on Meng Hao, but on the mastiff's own luck.

Meng Hao couldn't stay any longer. He had to go out. Otherwise, under the influence of the evil aura, his cultivation would dissipate from then on.

Moreover, at this moment, there was a whistling sound coming from the passage above. Those black-robed men were about to chase and kill him.

Meng Hao took a deep breath and looked at the parrot and the jelly. The parrot understood what he saw.

The parrot hesitated for a moment and screamed fiercely.

"Fight, damn it, Fifth Master, fight, Meng Hao, you owe me a big favor! Third Master, come and help me!" The parrot flapped its wings while screaming, and countless stray lights flew out immediately, covering the bloody ice.

The jelly flew over reluctantly and was caught by the parrot. It seemed to merge with the jelly, and used its full strength to display its strange Taoism to help the mastiff, making the mastiff more likely to succeed here.

"Even if Fifth Master helps it, whether it can succeed depends on its own luck!" The parrot roared.

"Thank you. You have done what you can. It depends on itself... As for me, there is not much I can do. What I can do is to stop outsiders so that no one can come in and interfere with you!" Meng Hao took a deep look at the ice that the mastiff had melted into. When he turned around, his body shook and he went straight to the passage above from the secret cave.

Although the evil intentions here have a great impact on people, if they are forcibly resisted, they can resist for some time. Meng Hao can do it, and those black-robed people can do it too.

Meng Hao can't gamble. If he lets those black-robed people come to this secret cave, he doesn't know whether the other party will do anything, which will directly affect the success or failure of the mastiff.

Because he cares too much, he can't make a decision easily. The only safe way is to stop anyone from stepping in here!

The entire underground blood burial ground is composed of two parts, one as big as an underground palace, and the other as small as a secret cave. There is a passage between them. At this moment, Meng Hao saw the black-robed men chasing him in front of him.

With a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, Meng Hao did not hesitate and rushed towards these black-robed men in an instant.

Above him was the underground palace, and below him was the secret cave.

"Mastiff, you have protected me many times. This time... I will protect you!" Meng Hao muttered, his whole body was running, and murderous intent filled the air. He didn't know whether Mastiff's possession of the reverse spirit would eventually succeed, or how long it would take, but Meng Hao understood that he had no way out, and he didn't need to retreat.

He took a deep breath, and when his whole body's cultivation burst out, his immortal veins were agitated, and his whole body exuded a sharp meaning. In the blink of an eye, he collided with the black-robed men chasing him.

This passage is not big, and everyone in it instantly has magical powers and magic roars. If it was Meng Hao's heyday, it would not be difficult for him to kill these dozens of people, but now his cultivation has only recovered about 60%. It was much more difficult to attack.

But no matter how difficult it was, Meng Hao, as a sequence, the realm of the Immortal Emperor, was definitely not comparable to ordinary ancient realm strongmen. At this moment, when he attacked, the roar echoed, the blood demon's head transformed, and the origin of the divine fire spread. For a while, the fighting was raging.

"You are not cultivators from the Wind Realm!" Meng Hao's figure was like lightning, shuttling between these black-robed people. His right hand became a claw and directly grabbed the top of a cultivator's head. The Blood Demon Method was unfolded. He sucked hard, but he couldn't suck away a bit.

"The way is different, your way is false, my way is true, you can't shake it, everything is for the true way." The black-robed man whose top was broken by Meng Hao, his black robe was lifted up, revealing his face, that was a young man. Pale, smiled proudly, and died.

Meng Hao was shocked and appeared in front of another black-robed man. When he raised his right hand, he punched the man in black robe. After the punch, the whole body of the man in black robe trembled, and blood spurted out, and he was torn into pieces.

Before he died, he revealed his face hidden in the black robe. It was a middle-aged man. There was a scale on his forehead. He was actually a demon cultivator!

"Everything is for the truth!" The demon cultivator in black robe shouted this sentence with a miserable smile at the moment of death.

The expressions of the others did not seem to change much, and they were silent, but their attacks were more sharp. When a wind blade whistled and swept directly from Meng Hao, nine sea dragons roared in front of him, opened their mouths wide, and swallowed Meng Hao directly.

The more Meng Hao fought, the more frightened he became. The feeling these black-robed men gave him became more and more weird.

He frowned. At this moment, the Supreme Bridge appeared with a bang, forming a pressure that swept around, forcing these black-robed people to retreat. Meng Hao raised his right hand and grabbed the void. The white bone spear appeared and pierced directly into the brow of a black-robed person. Before death, the black robe of this person was lifted, revealing the face of a woman. She looked at Meng Hao, clearly dying, but not afraid.

"Everything, for the truth!" When she spoke lightly, her body shattered.

Meng Hao was a little horrified. If he didn't know who these people were at this moment, he would not be a meticulous young man of the Fang family. In fact, when he saw the cultivation of these people before, he thought of the warning given by Jian Daozi when he first came to the Ninth Country.

The method of confusing people with evil words in the waterfall, and the figure in the waterfall that Meng Hao saw with his immortal eyes.

What happened at that time made Meng Hao have many speculations in his heart. Until later when he saw a cultivator indulging in desires, Meng Hao suddenly realized that if he got lost in this Rufeng Realm, would he choose not to leave when he could have left, but stay and live in this Rufeng Realm forever, and continue to indulge in it.

This kind of thing seemed very likely to Meng Hao, and now, these black-robed people in front of him gave Meng Hao evidence for his original speculation.

"You... are all cultivators who have descended from the Shanhai Realm in the past generations, who are obsessed with their own desires and ultimately did not choose to go back!!" Meng Hao roared, and after his roar came out, these black-robed people were silent for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, they raised their heads and looked at Meng Hao.

"Everything, for the true way!" A calm voice came out from these black-robed people at the same time, as if carrying some strange power, which frightened Meng Hao, and these black-robed people came to kill again.

The roar echoed, Meng Hao's eyes were red, filled with bloodshot, his clothes were stained with blood, at the same time, in the underground palace above, the void was twisted at this moment, and suddenly, sixteen or seventeen figures appeared. They were the people sent by the middle-aged man in the imperial robe. Their faces were covered by black robes. After they appeared, the black-robed man in the lead had a strong cultivation base, comparable to those who extinguished ten soul lamps. He flicked his sleeves and pointed at the blood pit on the ground.

"By the order of the emperor, kill Meng Hao, return the evil formation to its position, and start the blood refining and killing!" The old voice came from the black-robed man.

The blood pit on the ground suddenly boiled violently. As it boiled, the blood swords floating on the blood pits all flew up and rushed straight to the black-robed man. With a flick of his sleeves, these blood swords were refined into a string and pierced into the earth again, following the deep pit where Meng Hao left, and went straight to the passage below.

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Tonight at 12 o'clock, brothers and sisters, do you want to meet! ! (To be continued.)xh118

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