Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Fang Chapter 658 Hometown Wine

This red-robed man is one of the three saints of the three sects of Tianhehai, Yanghundao Yanghunsheng!

He likes red robes, and his three swords shocked the world. When the last demon tide wanted to destroy Haicheng, he attacked alone, cut down Tianhehai with three swords, and the sword energy penetrated and approached the second ring.

Shake the world and scare away the demons.

Meng Hao knew all this before entering the third ring, so when this red-robed man appeared, he had already guessed the identity of the other party.

At this moment, Meng Hao's sword of time was approaching Yanghunsheng, and Yanghunsheng's three swords of shocking the world were also seven inches in front of Meng Hao, emitting cold light and no longer approaching.

The two looked at each other, and it seemed that they had an invisible fight in the air. It was no longer a magic, but a confrontation between spiritual consciousness. To outsiders, this scene was silent and invisible, but in their world, at this moment, the sky and the earth roared, lightning whistled, as if the world collapsed, as if the wind and clouds reversed.

The red-robed man Yanghunsheng looked at Meng Hao, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"You are not my opponent."

"You can't kill me." Meng Hao said calmly.

Yang Hun Sheng was silent. He admitted what the other party said. He really couldn't kill the person in front of him. This person's cultivation was very strange. It was hard to tell what was strange, but it gave him the feeling that the other party was here, as if he was in the Tianhe Sea, as if the entire sea was under his feet.

It seemed that... he had an inexplicable relationship with this place.

He suddenly raised his right hand and swung his sleeves. Immediately, the three sharp swords disappeared in an instant. When they reappeared, they were already around him.

At the same time, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and immediately the tip of the sword of time returned in an instant, surrounding Meng Hao and making a whistling sound.

"I have vowed that I will never kill a cultivator again in my life. My sword will only kill foreigners!"

"You can continue to stay in Tianhe Sea, but I don't like the aura on you. If I find that you are related to the two-ring sea demon... then I will ask for the treasure of the ancestors of Yanghun Dao, and use the power of instant asking to kill you." The red-robed man looked at Meng Hao and spoke slowly.

Meng Hao took a deep look at the red-robed man in front of him. Although the two of them were on the verge of a fight before, Meng Hao did not hate the red-robed man, especially he could feel that the other party was arrogant and not the kind of person who spoke falsely.

This kind of person. While being simple, he also has principles that cannot be shaken.

"How to do it is my personal wish." Meng Hao said lightly, with a cold light in his eyes.

The red-robed man's eyes also showed a cold light in an instant, and after taking a deep look at Meng Hao. With a cold face, he suddenly turned around and was about to leave.

"The spirit of the rune was collected by me with great effort." Meng Hao suddenly spoke.

The red-robed man paused and turned to look at Meng Hao.

"This talisman belongs to my three sects."

Meng Hao was silent, and slapped his right hand in the storage bag. He immediately took out a wine gourd and threw it over.

The red-robed man took it, took a look, and was slightly stunned.

"This is the wine from my hometown. There is not much now. When I left, I only took some." Meng Hao looked at the red-robed man and said slowly.

The red-robed man looked at the wine pot, then looked at Meng Hao. After a moment of silence, he still had no expression. When he turned around, he walked away, but at the same time, he swung his sleeves, and immediately the more than 10,000 rune spirits that he had taken away before suddenly flashed, instantly cutting off the connection with the red-robed man, and returned in an instant, surrounding Meng Hao.

Meng Hao retracted his gaze, and when he turned around, he turned into a long rainbow and disappeared in an instant.

A few days later, on a small island in the three-ring area, Meng Hao sat cross-legged there, and more than 10,000 rune spirits rotated around him for protection.

In front of Meng Hao, there was a parrot with eyes wide open, staring at Meng Hao fiercely, and there was also a Pidong beside him, staring at Meng Hao angrily.

The three of them had been staring at each other like this for almost ten breaths.

"Five furry ones, there is absolutely no room for negotiation. I, the Fifth Master, will not work in vain!"

"Yes, Third Master, I also want three bullies, absolutely no negotiation, three, that's three!"

Meng Hao was silent, with a look of pain on his face. After a while, he seemed very reluctant and nodded reluctantly. Seeing Meng Hao like this, the parrot immediately laughed triumphantly and threw out a feather. This feather banged not far away and turned directly into a mountain of monster hearts.

Pidong was also very proud. He opened his mouth and spit out a colorful streamer, forming a second mountain.

Meng Hao laughed inwardly. He knew these two guys too well. Their request was nothing, but Meng Hao knew that if he agreed too quickly, or made them feel that he was not heartbroken, then there would be more trouble.

At this moment, just deliberately thinking and deliberately feeling heartbroken, these two guys are satisfied.

After sending these two guys away, Meng Hao's eyes sparkled, looking at the two mountains of demon hearts in front of him. The number of these demon hearts is more than 100,000.

And most of them are medium-grade spirit stones, and some are high-grade spirit stones. With this calculation, the value of these items will immediately double.

"I wonder if these demon hearts can be used for bronze mirrors for replication." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and when he lowered his head, he showed a thoughtful expression. His biggest crisis now is the tenth ancestor of the Wang family who may not be dead.

"The old immortal's cultivation is too high. I am not his opponent, but I have to think of a way... Once I meet him, I can escape." Meng Hao pondered and glanced at the tip of the sword of time.

"If I can have more than ten of these sword tips, forming a lotus formation, I might be able to surprise the enemy... But if I want to copy this thing, I don't have enough spirit stones." Meng Hao frowned, and suddenly his eyes shone.

"I can copy other wooden swords of time. With my current cultivation, I should be able to imprint about ten Jiazi of wooden swords of time. Once these wooden swords...

form the third lotus formation, I wonder how powerful it will be." Meng Hao thought of this and immediately took out his wooden sword of time. After taking a deep breath, he began to imprint the traces of time.

Time passed slowly. For half a month, there were occasional roars. Meng Hao frowned all the time. Until the last day, he relaxed his brows and looked at the only wooden sword of time floating in front of him.

The wood grain on it was clear, and the power of time was spreading out in waves. It had seven Jiazi of time fluctuations. It was the magic weapon with the most years that Meng Hao had personally refined.

"All the swords of time failed, only this one succeeded... But it was worth it. For me, only one success was enough." Meng Hao immediately took out the bronze mirror and began to copy.

There were too many spirit stones to copy the Seven Jiazi Sword of Time. This time, Meng Hao was really hurt. He spent all his efforts and spent all the spirit stones in his storage bag to copy ten of them.

Including the previous one, there were eleven swords of time in total.

He pondered for a moment and began to copy with the demon heart, but after throwing in seven or eight demon hearts, Meng Hao, who was always paying attention to the bronze mirror, could not help but pause.

"The function is no different from that of spirit stones..." Meng Hao frowned. He thought that although these demon hearts were comparable to spirit stones, they should have their own special features in actual use.

After all, these are demon hearts, not real spirit stones.

"Unless you are like me, who can kill sea monsters on a large scale to obtain demon hearts, otherwise, other people who come to this third ring can only obtain a few hundred demon hearts at most.

Just a few hundred spirit stones, come here to fight?" Meng Hao showed doubts in his eyes.

"That Yang Soul Saint also asked for the demon heart. With his cultivation and status, he would not take it seriously even if it was millions of spirit stones... This demon heart must have some uses that I don't know about!" Meng Hao pondered. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had overlooked something. After a moment, his eyes flashed, and when he stood up, he flicked his sleeves and directly collected all the demon hearts.

On this island, Meng Hao pondered for a long time, his eyes flashed, and his body instantly flew up and headed straight for the sky. The speed was so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Since I don't know, then ask someone and you will understand."

Meng Hao's body flashed, and his appearance changed silently. His cultivation was suppressed to the realm of Yuanying. He galloped for several days, and suddenly his figure paused, looked into the distance, turned around and walked away.

Not far away from Meng Hao, there was a whirlpool of about a hundred feet at this moment. In the whirlpool, a huge seahorse was roaring inside. There were bursts of cold air spreading outside its body, faintly trying to freeze the surroundings.

In the air, there was a man and a woman. The man was a hunchbacked old man with an early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation. His face was vicissitudes and pale at the moment. He held a bead in his hand. The bead emitted bursts of fiery power, turning into a rain of fire, covering the surroundings and surrounding the seahorse.

Next to the old man was a woman with a mask on her face. Her appearance could not be seen. Only from the exposed skin, it could be seen that she was not very old.

She was in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation and paid close attention to the confrontation between the old man and the sea monster. However, there was a flash of deep resentment in her eyes from time to time.

"Senior, why don't we forget it and go find other weaker sea monsters..." Seeing that the old man's face was getting paler, the woman spoke immediately.

"We have been here for several months, but this is the only sea monster we have seen. How can we give up!" The old man gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, the bead in front of him instantly turned red, and then a sea of ​​fire broke out, burning the sea water below. When it emitted bursts of water vapor, the seahorse inside suddenly roared, and immediately the cold air was overwhelming. It rushed upward and extinguished most of the sea of ​​fire.

The old man's face changed, and he gritted his teeth to persist, but at this moment, suddenly, a long rainbow roared in the distant sky.

In the long rainbow, it was Meng Hao.

His arrival immediately startled the old man, and the girls beside him also changed their faces and looked over immediately. When he saw that Meng Hao's cultivation was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, the old man felt relieved, but also frowned.

"Please leave, fellow Taoist. This monster was discovered by me. According to the rules, it should belong to me." ()