Chapter 1,248 Leaving 33 Lands!

The meaning of the word "rise" is different from when Meng Hao was in the Fang family. The rise of the Fang family requires Meng Hao's rise alone.

Because he is a member of the Fang family, he is the young master of the Fang family's direct lineage, his father has a high level of cultivation, and he has elders of the direct lineage in the family.

Therefore, in the Fang family, it is better to say that it is Meng Hao's personal self-affirmation rather than the rise of the direct lineage!

But the Meng family... is different. Even if Meng Hao has a position in the Meng family with his own cultivation, unless he can stay in the Meng family forever and stay in the Eighth Mountain and Sea, otherwise, once he leaves, what awaits his grandfather's lineage will still be the same as before.

The rise of the Meng family is destined to... be the explosion of a lineage, not the rise of one person.

Meng Hao was silent, his heart was heavy. Meng Chen's few words made Meng Hao imagine the current desolation and crisis of his grandfather's lineage. When only one member of a lineage is in the fairyland, it can represent everything.

That is life and death that can be erased at any time.

In particular, Meng Chen's death was nothing to the entire Meng family, and no one would care about it, but it was a catastrophe for my grandfather's lineage.

The only member of the fairyland clan died...

"Why is it like this?" Meng Hao was puzzled. In less than a thousand years, a once prosperous lineage became so desolate. There was only one possibility.

"All the strong men died, leaving only orphans and widows..." Meng Hao's body trembled, his eyes were red, and his heart was aching. If it was really as he guessed, then his guilt would be even greater.

In silence. Meng Hao gradually went away. He did not go to find Han Qinglei. There was no need to leave with Han Qinglei. Meng Hao would leave here as Meng Chen.

After a stick of incense, bursts of roars echoed throughout the tomb palace, like an earthquake, and a huge crack suddenly appeared. At the same time, a terrifying repulsive force burst out.

This is the method of leaving here in Tan Lang's memory. There is a formation eye here. Find the formation eye and reverse it with Tan Lang's life source, and you can leave.

Amid the roar, Meng Hao let the repulsive force push his body, and he was sprayed out along the crack, behind him. Han Qinglei was shocked and was also sprayed out. He immediately turned back to look at the crack in the cemetery, and he found that only he and the Meng family members were sprayed out.

All the others did not come out... Meng Hao, he did not see it either.

All this seemed to have only one result.

"Dead? Impossible!" Han Qinglei did not believe that Meng Hao died in there. The strange scene when he met Meng Hao before suddenly emerged in his heart.

Han Qinglei was silent, with a bad premonition. He sighed and turned around. He saw this world, which was shrouded in fog again. There were roars from time to time in the fog, and the sound of cultivators' magic roared.

Withdrawing his gaze, he glanced at the Meng family members who were sprayed out before him. The reason why he recognized them was that the Meng family members who came here were all in the fairyland, and at this moment, Meng Hao's cultivation was suppressed to the fairyland.

"Everyone else is dead, how could he be alive..." Han Qinglei's eyes flashed, and when he was about to look at Meng Hao carefully, suddenly, a loud noise came from the mist, and there was a roar.

"Hungry... hungry..." As the loud noise came out, there was an echo of iron chains, and then a huge black iron chain was thrown out from the mist. Wherever it passed, there were mountains that were touched, and the mountains collapsed immediately. Several cultivators were thrown away and shattered directly in mid-air.

The mist rolled, and faintly, you could see a huge figure in it. This figure had a huge belly, and was tied with countless iron chains around it, and was roaring.

There were many cultivators around this figure, and even some of them were in the Dao realm, fighting with this figure.

Apparently, after Meng Hao and the others were sucked into the tomb, the old man from the Heavenly God Dao left, but more cultivators came in to look for good fortune.

"What is this!" Han Qinglei took a breath and looked at the figure in the mist. Although it was blurry,

he still saw that the figure was covered with countless tentacles like whiskers. These tentacles were swaying, some were tied to iron chains, and some were scattered, which looked shocking.

And around this figure, many cultivators were besieging, and many of them seemed to be collecting the blood dripping from the tentacles around the giant.

When Han Qinglei, whose eyes were attracted by the misty figure, turned his head again, he could no longer see Meng Hao. He could only hide his doubts in his heart, looked down at the cemetery again, sighed, and flew up to the exit above.

Meng Hao was in the mist, watching Han Qinglei go away. He lowered his head and moved forward quickly in the mist. When Han Qinglei disappeared from the exit, Meng Hao waited for a moment before flying up.

He was not wary of Han Qinglei. He remembered that Han Qinglei came to save him. It was friendship. However, with his current identity, it was not convenient for him to meet him. Meng Hao was depressed. The speculation about his grandfather's lineage made him feel heavy in his heart.

But at the moment when Meng Hao flew up, a figure rolled back from a distance. It was a cultivator from the Ancient Realm. He spurted blood and his face was pale. He had been besieging the terrifying giant before, but in the blink of an eye, he was thrown away by the giant. The residual force alone almost made him collapse, and he was rolled out tens of thousands of feet away, in front of Meng Hao.

Meng Hao avoided it and continued to go up. The cultivator from the Ancient Realm who was thrown over was a middle-aged man. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the huge figure in the distance with lingering fear, and suddenly looked up at Meng Hao.

"Fairyland? Even a cultivator from the Fairyland dares to come here. Which sect is he from?" The cultivator's eyes flashed, and he flew towards Meng Hao and stopped him.

"Get lost!" Meng Hao looked at the man coldly and continued to gallop.

"How dare you! Are you looking for death?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and rushed towards Meng Hao in an instant. He raised his right hand and was about to grab him. Meng Hao frowned. He could tell at a glance that the cultivator had evil intentions. When a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, suddenly, before the middle-aged man could grab him, the ground immediately roared.

As the roar echoed, the fog around them rolled in an instant and spread around with a rumble. At the same time, the huge figure under the siege of the crowd also appeared clearly in Meng Hao's eyes.

It was a giant who was a thousand feet tall, huge alone, like a sphere, with tentacles flying around. If it weren't for the fact that this person had a head and limbs, it would be easy to be seen as a huge sphere.

In his hand, he was holding a huge stick. When he waved it, there was a roar echoing.

"Hungry...hungry..." He grabbed a cultivator with his left hand, and immediately caught him in his hand. In front of everyone, he put him in his mouth and bit him hard. Blood flowed out when he tore him, and he swallowed him alive.

When the shrill scream came out, Meng Hao immediately saw that after the huge figure swallowed a cultivator, one of the many tentacles on his body suddenly lit up, and there seemed to be a crystal liquid flowing in the tentacle, and the people around, including the Dao Realm, immediately attacked the tentacle.

Amidst the roar, the tentacle shattered, and a few drops of crystal liquid flew out of it, which were immediately snatched by the surrounding cultivators.

Just as Meng Hao looked over, a cold voice came from behind him.

"See? Do me a favor. Use your body to exchange a few drops of menstrual fluid for me!" The middle-aged cultivator next to Meng Hao suddenly attacked. When his right hand grabbed Meng Hao like lightning, Meng Hao did not even turn his head. He raised his right hand and pointed backwards. He was not pointing at the middle-aged cultivator, but the cultivator's body trembled violently, and his eyes showed disbelief. At this moment, his body seemed to be out of control, and he stood behind Meng Hao, motionless.

He looked at Meng Hao with horror, and a huge wave of emotion surged in his heart.

Meng Hao never looked back. He looked at the giant, thinking about something. Suddenly, the earth roared. As the roar echoed, a repulsive force came directly from this world and filled the whole world.

This repulsive force was a huge thrust, which pushed all the cultivators into the air in the blink of an eye. At this time, the spreading mist suddenly rolled, forming one hideous face after another, roaring to the sky, and roaring towards the people in the air.

It seemed to drive everyone here away!

What was even more amazing was that the exit in the sky was shrinking rapidly at this moment, and it seemed to be closed soon.

"Let's go, this place is going to be closed, leave immediately!" Immediately, a cultivator spoke and quickly rose into the air.

"The opening time of the thirty-three places is limited. There are three openings in total, the beginning, the middle, and the end. Each time is longer than the last, and the opening area is more than the last. If we leave this time, we will have a chance next time, but if we can't get out after it is closed, from ancient times to the present, no one has ever heard of anyone who can wait until the next opening alive!"

"It's a pity that this burial ground is too poor, Bingshan didn't see it, and there is only one cultivator buried with the suppression..." The voices of the crowd echoed, and one flew into the sky quickly.

The huge figure also roared at this moment, and when it attacked everyone, the repulsion here became stronger. Meng Hao's body shook and rushed straight into the sky, while the middle-aged man followed Meng Hao uncontrollably, rushing all the way to the exit.

But just when everyone approached the exit and was about to leave, suddenly, the huge figure paused in mid-air, staring at the monks above, and suddenly opened his mouth and roared, making a shocking roar. During this roar, his body actually expanded crazily, and the tentacles on his body spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, his head and the surroundings could not be seen. What was seen was a huge sphere that was ten thousand feet long.

When everyone was shocked, the tentacles on the huge sphere were like lightning, thousands of them, roaring straight into the sky, and the speed was so fast that a monk could not dodge and was directly entangled. In an instant, cracks appeared on the tentacles, swallowing people alive.

In the uproar, the exit was only 30% of its original size. The remaining people were even faster, and some of them rushed out through the exit in an instant, chasing after their tentacles, which seemed not daring to chase out, and rushed towards other people when they rolled back.

Meng Hao also had a tentacle approaching him, but when it approached Meng Hao, Meng Hao grabbed it with his right hand, and the middle-aged monk was thrown out in fear and despair, and was grabbed by the tentacle instead of himself. After being swallowed directly, Meng Hao walked out calmly and stepped into the exit. When he looked back, he took a deep look at the huge sphere and the tentacles flying around, as well as the hideous face transformed by the rolling mist.

He turned around and walked out. (To be continued...)

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