Chapter 1309: Cultivation, Explosion!
At the moment when the third soul lamp went out, the lights around flickered, and even the remaining thirty soul lamps seemed to be shaken by a gust of cold wind.
"Seven Withered Gods..." Meng Hao spoke lightly, feeling his cultivation rising again under the constant roar in his body. He closed his eyes, and his cultivation continued to improve. His consciousness also exploded and increased by another 10%!
At this moment, he was already comparable to nearly 60% of the Supreme's consciousness!
"If the remaining thirty soul lamps can be extinguished, then my consciousness will be three times that of the Supreme! Even if it is only three times that of the Seven Source Supreme, it is still powerful to a terrifying degree." Meng Hao opened his eyes, revealing a brilliant light. He took a deep breath, and the roar in his body continued. Whether it was cultivation, flesh god, or soul, they all grew stronger at this moment.
"The ancient realm is no longer a transition for me, but... an unprecedented transformation!" Meng Hao swung his sleeves, and immediately the surrounding storm roared. His spiritual consciousness suddenly spread out, covering all directions. He could feel that at this moment, he was nearly 60% to 70% stronger than before!
"It can be even stronger." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he looked at the fourth soul lamp with a strange light in his eyes. His mind flashed in an instant, and the fourth soul lamp was extinguished in an instant! !
As it was extinguished, as the green smoke rose and drilled into Meng Hao's mouth and nose, Meng Hao's body was roaring, and his cultivation exploded with a rumble, and the storm it set off filled the entire void world.
His spiritual consciousness increased again, from 60% before to 70%! !
His body made a loud bang, and his soul seemed to rush out of the body and surge up. The light in Meng Hao's eyes. It was extremely bright. It was like becoming the source of light.
The illusion exuded by the first of the seven withers of the gods was insignificant to Meng Hao, and could not shake his mind at all.
Even if this was the ancient lamp tribulation of Luo Tian Daoxian, it still could not be compared with Meng Hao's true and false experience, let alone Meng Hao, who had been searching for this life for endless years, to fight against it!
With just one look from him, all illusions. When they did not appear, they disintegrated and fell apart!
As the fourth soul lamp went out, Meng Hao's momentum was overwhelming. At the moment when he was about to extinguish the fifth soul lamp, suddenly, a roar suddenly came from the extinguished fourth soul lamp. At the same time, the nothingness around him seemed to be distorted, faintly. It seemed that there was a big hand, shuttling through the barrier between illusion and reality. Penetrating and grabbing Meng Hao.
"Die!" This roar was accompanied by a roar and even more anger. When it came, Meng Hao did not feel unfamiliar. Whether it was this big hand or the owner of the roar, they were all people Meng Hao had encountered before... the one who was hidden in the ancient calamity mist and in the first withering illusion and hated Meng Hao to the core.
It waited for Meng Hao's arrival in the withering illusion, but did not expect that it would be such a change. At this moment, it saw that there was only one soul lamp left. Once it was extinguished, with the end of the first withering, it would have no chance to shake Meng Hao. It immediately became anxious and rushed out with a big hand to stop Meng Hao from extinguishing the lamp.
"Meng has been waiting for you for a long time." At the moment when the big hand came, Meng Hao spoke lightly and raised his right hand directly, as fast as lightning. Even to the naked eye, his right hand was clearly still beside him, but in fact, his right hand had already grabbed the big hand that came in a flash.
This hand was much smaller than what Meng Hao had seen in the fog of the ancient realm and in the withered illusion when the lamp was extinguished for the first time. It was only ten feet in size at this moment, but it stopped tremblingly in front of Meng Hao and was directly held by Meng Hao's right hand, unable to move forward at all.
A roar came out, with exasperation and disbelief. Meng Hao snorted coldly, shook his right hand, and his cultivation in his body roared. A great force was transmitted violently. With a crackling sound and a shrill scream, Meng Hao's right hand was pulled out violently, and immediately a black shadow, like black fog, was pulled out directly from the extinguished fourth soul lamp by Meng Hao.
The black fog was like a dragon's body. When it was pulled out, it immediately twisted. There was a cry of surprise. Meng Hao squeezed his right hand fiercely, and with a bang,
the fog shrank instantly, as if Meng Hao's right hand had turned into a huge black hole. In the blink of an eye, the fog was directly held in the palm of his hand.
"Want to die or live?" Meng Hao spoke calmly, his eyes calm, looking coldly at the mist in his palm. The mist was in a ball, and when it rolled at this moment, a face was faintly revealed in it. This face was filled with fear, disbelief, and even horror, but it seemed to have its dignity. Facing Meng Hao's words, it suddenly roared. Although no words were heard, the hatred and unwillingness in the roar were undoubtedly revealed.
"Looking for death!" Meng Hao immediately pinched his right hand, and with a crackling sound, the black mist seemed to collapse, and a shrill scream came from it. Soon, under the approach of death, the existence in the mist showed a sense of surrender.
"Too late." Meng Hao clenched his right hand fiercely, and with a bang, the mist in his palm immediately collapsed, crushed and shattered, and there was a desperate roar with a monstrous curse, which turned into residual black silk and drilled out from Meng Hao's fingers, like a poisonous snake, rushing straight towards Meng Hao.
Meng Hao looked calm, and with a flick of his sleeves, all the black threads that looked like venomous snakes collapsed before him, turning into ashes.
At the same time, the last soul lamp in the first of the seven withered bodies of the god, which was the fifth of Meng Hao's thirty-three soul lamps, flickered and went out in an instant.
As it extinguished, green smoke rose up, and Meng Hao inhaled it and it all returned. After merging into his body, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with strangeness, he roared to the sky, his body roared, his cultivation exploded, his soul seemed to rush out of his body, and his consciousness increased again!
From nearly 70% of the supreme consciousness power, it directly became... 80%!!
80% of the supreme consciousness made Meng Hao's consciousness disperse, and immediately made this half-empty world seem unable to support it, and there were signs of collapse.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with strangeness. His current state has surpassed the peak of the past. Even at this moment, Meng Hao is absolutely sure that if he meets Lord Bai again, he will win!
Meng Hao suddenly stood up, and the soul lamps around him merged into his body. When he disappeared, his figure had already stepped out of this world and walked out of the door. When he reappeared, he returned to the back of the Backer Ancestor. What he heard was the roar of the Backer Ancestor and a huge head, and the stench that was whistling in, as if it was going to swallow him up.
It was the Backer Ancestor. He had already unlocked the forbidden method that Meng Hao had condensed on his body and waited for a long time. When he saw Meng Hao appear, he swallowed him subconsciously.
Meng Hao looked normal, and did not even look at the big mouth that was coming. In a flash, he had already appeared from the back of the Backer Ancestor to the starry sky, causing the Backer Ancestor to bite empty. When he turned around, he roared at Meng Hao.
"Meng Hao, you little bastard, you are bullying too much!"
Meng Hao looked back at the Backer Ancestor, smiled slightly, and spoke lightly.
"Okay, stop pretending. You are free, but you have to come back when I need you." Meng Hao still had some feelings for the Backer Ancestor in his heart. He was about to leave with a flick of his sleeves.
But when he was about to leave, the Backer Ancestor refused to let him go and rushed over with a roar.
"Don't go!"
As soon as the two words came out, the Backer Ancestor regretted it. He shuddered and cursed himself in his heart for being so confused and why he said these two words. But since he had said them, he felt that if he immediately weakened his momentum, it would be too embarrassing. When he was about to pretend to be angry as before, seeing Meng Hao's footsteps paused, the Backer Ancestor immediately trembled.
"Oh? You don't let me go. Do you really want to become my mount?" Meng Hao was surprised and looked back at the Backer Ancestor with a playful look in his eyes.
The Backer Ancestor immediately shuddered and was about to collapse, but Gu Yi Ding Sanyu's smile behind his back made him feel embarrassed. He coughed dryly and spoke in a pretentious manner.
"After all, I am your ancestor. If you are leaving, you must pay respect to me, the ancestor. Otherwise, humph." The Backer Ancestor said with courage while suppressing his trembling. After that, he stared at Meng Hao closely, but his body slowly retreated.
Meng Hao smiled and saw the mood of the Backer Ancestor at the moment, but he was in a particularly good mood at the moment. He blinked and bowed to the Backer Ancestor.
"I hope the ancestor is well. Can I leave?"
"Humph, you can kneel down and pay respect!" The Backer Ancestor immediately became proud. He suddenly felt that there must be something about him that scared this little bastard Meng Hao, so he immediately became confident.
Meng Hao still smiled, but the cultivation in his body exploded, and his consciousness suddenly spread out, which frightened the Backer Ancestor so much that his whole body trembled violently, opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously showed a flattering expression on his face.
"Haha, haha, ancestor, I'm joking. Meng Hao, you...you should leave quickly..." At this moment, the Backer Ancestor ignored the Gu Yi Ding Sanyu on his back who was laughing secretly. His scalp was numb. At this moment, he wished that Meng Hao would leave immediately, secretly hating himself for speaking too quickly before.
After saying that, he kept retreating, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a long rainbow and suddenly went away. He wished that he could use all his strength to stay away from Meng Hao this morning.
Looking at the Backer Ancestor who was going away, Meng Hao's eyes showed tenderness. The Backer Ancestor carried too many memories of Meng Hao. Whether it was Daqing Mountain or Backer Sect, they were all precious in Meng Hao's memory.
After a long time, Meng Hao retracted his gaze. When he turned around, he showed a cold and murderous look on his body. His eyes were sharp, like a blade. He took a step and went straight to the crack of the seventh mountain sea in the eighth mountain sea.
"Master Bai, this time, you must die!" Meng Hao spoke softly. When his footsteps fell, his figure disappeared instantly and moved away.
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