Chapter 1,237 Notice!

As soon as Meng Hao spoke, Han Qinglei's face changed immediately, and he glared at Meng Hao fiercely. However, when he thought of Meng Hao's record in the Heavenly God Alliance, he had to admire him in his heart, but his expression was still cold. He snorted coldly, waved his right hand, and threw out a bracelet, which was caught by Meng Hao.

"Wear it on your body, your body can be virtualized, and your breath will be concealed a lot. I will take you away from this Heavenly God Alliance."

Meng Hao glanced at the bracelet, thinking about it, and suddenly spoke.

"As a cultivator of the Eighth Mountain and Sea, you should know the means of searching in this Heavenly God Alliance. I should have been branded by someone, otherwise I would not always be found." Meng Hao looked at Han Qinglei, and he heard the roaring sound in the mist.

"Brand?" Han Qinglei pondered, patted the storage bag with his right hand, took out a jade slip, looked at it, and looked up at Meng Hao.

"The great elder of the Heavenly God Sect is good at recognizing blood. Blood in the body is contaminated with the breath of the five internal organs. Therefore, only one drop of your blood is needed to sense your existence. If you have such doubts, I think you are right. It should be the great elder of the Heavenly God Sect who used the blood recognition and tracking method on you!"

"In this case, it will be a bit troublesome..." Han Qinglei frowned.

"Any method has a way to crack it. Knowing the root, it will be easy." Meng Hao thought for a moment after hearing this, smiled indifferently, raised his right hand and slapped his chest fiercely, and immediately the source of the divine fire burned in his body, filling his whole body, and actually burned all the blood in his body!

This kind of burning is indescribably painful. It burns all the blood in the body in an instant, leaving the body without blood. If it were an ordinary person, he would die in this instant. Even a cultivator would not be able to hold on for long.

Meng Hao's face turned pale rapidly. In the blink of an eye, as the burning of the blood in his body dissipated, his body turned extremely pale, and there was no drop of blood in his body.

Afterwards, he released his cultivation power, and used his cultivation power and his strong body to stimulate the body to produce blood again. Although the process was short, the pain and danger were extremely shocking.

Even Han Qinglei was shocked by Meng Hao's decisiveness and cruelty. He watched Meng Hao's face slowly turn red, and watched Meng Hao's life force gradually recover. Finally, he took a deep breath and told himself in his heart that it would be better not to provoke Meng Hao in the future.

Purifying the blood in the whole body, dissipating the waste blood, and reproducing new blood. With this method, Meng Hao didn't know if he could break the opponent's magic, but this was the only way Meng Hao could think of and use at the moment.

"I still need Brother Han's help." Meng Hao said, raising his right hand and waving it. Immediately, more than ten drops of the burned waste blood appeared in Meng Hao's palm.

"Understood." Han Qinglei nodded and waved his hand. Immediately, more than ten figures appeared around him. Each of them took a drop of blood, and their bodies dissipated again and left quickly.

Meng Hao then put on the bracelet, his body gradually blurred, and he walked to Han Qinglei's side, like a follower.

Han Qinglei coughed dryly and glanced at Meng Hao. At this moment, he felt quite comfortable, but he knew his limits. As he took a step, a white bone chair immediately appeared. After sitting on it, he went straight to the top of the mist.

He was about to leave here and not stay any longer. Around him, including Meng Hao, there were more than a dozen blurry figures, accompanying him forward.

Almost at the same time when Han Qinglei and Meng Hao took off, in the mist, the blurry figure had a red light flash in his eyes.

"How can I let you leave the body I like!" The figure's eyes flashed red, and he murmured and chanted some ancient spell. The moment the spell came out, suddenly, a low roar came out from the mist.

This low roar was like thunder, echoing the world and spreading to all directions.

"Hungry...hungry..." As the voice spread, it was filled with reluctance and even anger, but...gradually went away. As it went away,

the fog here also quickly dissipated...

It seemed that the fog was only created by that terrifying existence. In just a few breaths, there was no more fog in the world, allowing nearly a hundred cultivators here to see each other.

The old man with terrifying cultivation of the God of Heaven was the one with the highest cultivation here. He breathed rapidly and turned his head to look into the distance. The figure he had just encountered in the fog was extremely huge. The two of them fought and fought many times.

Everyone here was alert. When they looked at each other, they also saw Han Qinglei who was about to leave in the air. Meng Hao was beside Han Qinglei. He felt depressed at the sudden disappearance of the fog and thought it was not good. He looked up at the exit that was not too far away from him. If he took the opportunity to escape at this moment, it would not be impossible.

But once he moved, Han Qinglei's action of helping him would be exposed, and if Meng Hao left like this, without a suitable identity, he would still not be able to escape the Heavenly God Alliance.

Xuan Daozi was in the crowd, his consciousness suddenly spread out, but he did not find Meng Hao. He narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and looked around, looking up at Han Qinglei.

Han Qinglei looked normal, maintaining his speed, and was about to approach the exit. Xuan Daozi's eyes flashed, and his body flew out in an instant, blocking Han Qinglei in front of him in an instant.

"Friend Han, why are you so anxious to leave!" Xuan Daozi stared at Han Qinglei and suddenly spoke.

Han Qinglei looked calm, looked at Xuan Daozi coldly, and suddenly grinned.

"Xuan Daozi, your cultivation is higher than Han's. Han is no match for you. It's easy for you to kill me, but do you dare? Do you dare to hurt Han's hair?" Han Qinglei growled, and his aura rose up. He was even stronger than when he was in the Wind Realm. He was faintly on the verge of threatening the Quasi Dao.

As long as he breaks through again, he may have a fight with the Quasi Dao!

"Where is Han going in this Eighth Mountain and Sea? Do I need to ask you if you agree?" Han Qinglei swung his sleeves and sat down with a hideous look on his face.

Xuan Daozi's face was gloomy. Han Qinglei had a special status in the Eighth Mountain and Sea. He really didn't want to dispute with him, but Meng Hao was too important to him. He couldn't afford to lose. When he hesitated, he bowed his head to the ground and looked at the distant, thoughtful old man of the Heavenly God Dao with his fists.

"Please help Master Zhou!" Xuan Daozi bowed deeply with a very sincere look.

"I have a close relationship with the Black Soul Patriarch, and even more so with Hongchen. The three of us chased Meng Hao together. Now they have all been killed, and I am the only one left. I swear that I must find Meng Hao, kill him, and avenge Black Soul and Hongchen!" Xuan Daozi's voice was extremely sincere, and every word was moving.

On the ground, the old man of Tianshen Dao pondered for a moment after hearing this, nodded, raised his right hand and pinched his fingers, his eyes slightly opened and closed, and there was a bloody glow.

Meng Hao was beside Han Qinglei, his expression was normal, but his heart was alert, looking at the old man of Tianshen Dao on the ground.

Soon, the old man put down his right hand and spoke lightly.

"Interesting, he should have discovered my tracking method and escaped in a scattered way. He is not here, but in the outside world."

As soon as the old man spoke, Meng Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Han Qinglei snorted coldly and rushed forward. In fact, he was very nervous just now. He did not expect that the fog here would suddenly disappear, making their departure extremely abrupt.

Xuan Daozi sighed, made way, and let Han Qinglei whiz by him and headed for the exit.

"This Meng Hao is treacherous and cunning. It's not easy to find him again after he escapes this time... and if he recovers, it will be difficult for me to do it alone, but I can't tell anyone else about this!" Xuan Daozi frowned, his eyes fell on Han Qinglei's back, and he also saw the figures of Han Qinglei's followers with a glance.

He didn't care at first. He didn't doubt the words of Master Zhou of Tianshen Dao. As long as Master Zhou said it, it must be true.

But when his eyes fell on the vague figure of a follower beside Han Qinglei, suddenly, his origin actually jumped slightly. Even if it was only slightly, it made Xuan Daozi open his eyes wide and his heart roared.

Without thinking, he immediately stepped forward and roared.

"You can't leave, you stay here!" As he spoke, his right hand stretched out, and in the roar, it turned into a big hand, not grabbing Han Qinglei, but grabbing...Meng Hao beside Han Qinglei!

Meng Hao frowned. The old man of Tianshen Dao didn't notice him, but Xuan Daozi found his hiding place. This matter was weird, and it made Meng Hao think about why Xuan Daozi was still crazy to chase him after the Black Soul Ancestor was dead.

"There's something wrong here." Meng Hao sighed, and his mind turned a hundred times in an instant. Suddenly, he burst into a cold laugh and simply took off the bracelet. The moment his figure appeared, Han Qinglei's face changed, and he turned around and looked at Meng Hao.

"Meng Hao, it's you, damn it, you actually dressed up as my follower!" Han Qinglei roared, and took a step ahead and waved his sleeves fiercely at Meng Hao.

A huge force burst out, heading straight for Meng Hao, and before Xuan Daozi, it landed on Meng Hao. With a loud bang, Meng Hao forcefully spit out a mouthful of blood, but with this force, he flew away.

"Han Qinglei, I, Meng Hao, will never stop fighting you to the death!" Meng Hao screamed, roared, and rushed away.

"Han Qinglei!!" Xuan Daozi glared at Han Qinglei. The actions of Meng Hao and Han Qinglei were too obvious. Han Qinglei rolled his eyelids and didn't bother to pay attention.

"Fellow Daoists, help me capture this man. Xuan Daozi's previous promise is still valid!" Xuan Daozi chased Meng Hao and his voice came out.

Immediately, the eyes of the cultivators of the Heavenly God Alliance around them flashed, and many flew out directly to stop Meng Hao. Among them, two were also in the Dao Realm, but not the Dao Master, but the Second Source Dao Realm!

The appearance of Meng Hao also startled the old man of the Heavenly God Dao. Then his eyes flashed with strangeness. After carefully looking at Meng Hao, his eyes showed enlightenment.

"He is indeed a decisive and ruthless person." The old man murmured.

Seeing that the people in front of him were blocking him, the two second-source Dao realms could not be shaken off in a short time, and Xuan Daozi was coming behind him with great momentum. As long as Meng Hao paused, he would fall into the siege. There were also many people around, watching coldly. This was almost a situation where he could not escape even if he had wings!

At this moment, a shocking change... suddenly occurred in this burial world! !