Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Party Chapter 664 Chariot!

"Use it ten times at most, and then this treasure will no longer be usable." Meng Hao saw the rust, which seemed to be corrosion, and the bronze became scrap iron wherever it passed.

"This feeling is like the natural damage caused by improper use... Hmm?" Meng Hao was originally mumbling, but after saying this, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

"Improper use?" His eyes flashed, and his doubts grew. He clearly remembered the scene he saw in the Chuyun Pavilion with the guidance of the immortal.

After a little thought, Meng Hao slapped the bronze chariot with his right hand, and immediately the beasts around the chariot disappeared, and the chariot also shrank rapidly, and finally turned into the size of a palm and fell into Meng Hao's hands.

Meng Hao stood in the air and observed carefully for a moment. Without the first master seeing it, he gradually found some clues.

"Some rune marks carved on it, although they are also vicissitudes, give me the feeling that they are not one with the chariot..."

"And the iron chain carved on it is not perfect with the original wall, there is always a feeling of being added later." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and suddenly closed his right eye, and blinked his left eye nine times in a row. The immortal spirit in his body suddenly emitted a trace of immortal spirit, and when it merged into his eyes, the bronze chariot in front of Meng Hao immediately changed its appearance.

This is no longer a chariot, but a group of fierce beasts entangled with each other, and these fierce beasts are entangled with each other. If you look from a distance, you can see a black wing!

Although the wing is blurry, Meng Hao recognized it at a glance. It is the wing of a butterfly!

Meng Hao's mind was shocked, and he took a deep breath, increasing the circulation of the immortal spirit in his body, making the immortal spirit more. Concentrate... Look at the butterfly's wings.

The moment he looked at it. Meng Hao's mind suddenly roared. The world he saw was immediately shattered, as if a mirror was shattered, but in this shattering, countless images appeared in those mirrors. These images flashed by, and Meng Hao could not see all of them clearly.

But there was one image. He saw it and remembered it firmly!

It was a world. In the sky, clouds and mist rolled, lightning roared, and a figure in black was standing on a chariot, looking coldly at the earth.

It seemed that he was the sky, he was the will of that sky.

There was a vortex between his eyebrows. It seemed to be spinning all the time. On his right hand. There was a string of beads, all blank, as if waiting to seal something.

The chariot where this figure was located was very similar to the one Meng Hao obtained,

but there was no rune on it.

And below, there was an endless ocean. In the center of the ocean, there was a tree, a towering tree. A little boy sat on the tree, looking at the whole world with a smile.

Around, there were nine butterflies flying, and in the distance, there were countless lives practicing.

It's quiet and peaceful here...

Meng Hao's mind banged, and all the images in front of him disappeared in an instant. He breathed rapidly, and his eyes showed a strange light. He glanced at the chariot in his hand.

"That scene..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed quickly. After a few breaths, he raised his left hand directly and pressed it on the bronze chariot, slowly trying to erase the runes on the chariot.

There are a total of ninety-nine runes on this battlefield.

Meng Hao's right hand exuded a soft light, but it was sharp inside. He slowly pressed on the battlefield. After a moment, he erased a rune. Meng Hao's face turned slightly pale. It seemed that erasing this rune was not difficult, but in fact, Meng Hao consumed a lot of cultivation.

When the first rune was erased, the bronze chariot shook suddenly, and it seemed that there were faint roars coming from it, as if a giant who had been sleeping for countless years showed a sign of awakening at this moment.

This sound reached Meng Hao's ears, and Meng Hao immediately cheered up.

"These runes and chains were indeed added later. If they were not seals, then they did not know the correct use of this battlefield and tried to control it.

This improper use is the reason why the chariot was damaged!" Meng Hao took a deep breath and was about to wipe off the second rune, but then his hand paused and a hint of suspicion appeared in his expression.

"Why can I see that scene? If others can see it, they will definitely know the difference inside." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and after a moment he looked down at his body.

"The immortal points the way...Choumentai!" After a while, Meng Hao slowly spoke and murmured.

The reason why he could see the scene in the chariot and know the correct use of this battlefield came from the immortal energy emitted by the immortal road.

"Could it be that this is the treasure of the immortal?" Meng Hao pondered, and his left hand wiped the Qingtong battlefield again, slowly erasing the second rune.

The light of this bronze chariot was even stronger, and the roar inside was even clearer.

Then the third, the fourth, but when Meng Hao wiped out the tenth rune, the bronze chariot, with a humming sound, actually expanded directly in Meng Hao's hand, and in the blink of an eye it became ten feet in size.

The light was overflowing, and the pressure was amazing. Even Meng Hao felt the strong deterrence at this moment. It seemed that he could not get close to the battlefield and was forced to retreat a little.

His eyes were shining. At this moment, he wiped out ten runes in a row. His cultivation was exhausted. He closed his eyes for a while before recovering, but his brows were furrowed.

"The further back you go, the harder it is to shake the rune." He shook his body and was about to go straight to the chariot, but as soon as he approached, a yellow halo suddenly appeared on the chariot.

When the halo spread outward, Meng Hao suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his mind, and his body retreated instantly. When he was out of the halo, the immortal road in his body instantly released immortal energy. When it barely moved in his body, Meng Hao rushed out again.

This time, the yellow halo did not appear. Meng Hao was so fast that he stood on the chariot in the blink of an eye. He did not have much immortal energy in his body and could not last long. Now it disappeared.

Touching the handle of the chariot, Meng Hao was thoughtful. After a short rest, he operated his cultivation and sent it into the chariot, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea. The chariot did not react at all.

Meng Hao stopped cultivating without any hesitation. When the aura of the immortal guiding the way in his body was released again, it turned into a thread and followed his right hand. The moment it touched the chariot, the whole world suddenly roared.

A huge vortex appeared in the sky, rumbling and spinning, countless lightning and thunder, surging in all directions, and the nothingness around it suddenly became violent, as if the whole world was about to break at this moment.

A feeling of being integrated with the battlefield, indistinguishable from each other, instantly emerged in Meng Hao's mind. In his mind, the black-clothed figure with a vortex between his eyebrows once again emerged.

At the same time, the chariot hummed, and countless phantoms of ferocious beasts appeared in front of it. They were tied with iron chains, roaring silently, running forward, pulling the chariot, and turned into a meteor in the sky, disappearing at an indescribable speed.

The speed was so fast that when it moved forward, it set off a thunderous roar, spreading a layer of yellow ripples, sweeping across half of the sky, making the night full of yellow light at this moment.

At this moment, in the high tower in Haicheng, the black-robed man Yang Hunsheng suddenly stood up, revealing a touch of shock in his expression. He appeared directly in the air with a step, looking into the distance, and his expression changed several times in succession.

"What kind of magic weapon is that!!" He took a breath. In the previous moment, with his cultivation, he felt a sense of fear. He had this feeling before, but it only appeared when facing the sect treasure passed down by the ancestors of the sect.

"Is it a, inherited treasure?" Yang Hunsheng was silent.

Meng Hao was even more shocked at this moment. He just sent out a breath of immortal guidance. In the blink of an eye, Haicheng disappeared. Although he was still in the sea, Meng Hao could not tell whether it was still the third ring.

But this sea area was a bit weird. The sea was black and quiet. There was not even a ripple on the sea surface, let alone waves.

"This... what speed is this!" Meng Hao took a breath and looked down at the chariot under him. A strange light gradually appeared in his eyes.

"This is a treasure!"

"Unfortunately, to use this treasure, only immortal power can be used. My cultivation... this treasure does not recognize it." Meng Hao sighed. The immortal energy in his body can only be dispersed by the immortal guide at a time. This trace can be used to open the immortal pupil, but it is really a drop in the bucket for fighting.

"Immortal energy... this thing is the treasure of the immortal, and only immortal energy can be used to operate..." When Meng Hao was pondering, he suddenly moved in his heart, and a strange idea emerged in his mind.

"Is the breath emitted by the immortal guide really immortal energy? Could it be... that breath is not immortal energy at all, but something else..." This thought flashed in Meng Hao's mind, and before he could continue thinking, he suddenly lowered his head and looked at the sea below.

The sea area that was originally calm suddenly appeared with layers of ripples at this moment, and a crocodile with a body of hundreds of feet in size suddenly... came rapidly from a distance.

Crocodiles should not appear in the sea, but they appeared here. They were all black, with cold eyes, and countless hideous bumps on their backs.

And between the bumps, there was a man in tattered clothes, sitting cross-legged there, with the same indifference, looking up... at Meng Hao.

The moment he looked at Meng Hao, the man's eyes instantly revealed bloodlust and murderous intent.

"Cultivator?" He spoke hoarsely, his voice was very unpleasant, and when he spoke, black teeth could be seen in his open mouth. He gave Meng Hao the feeling of being full of hostility.

At this moment, a breath of soul-slaying burst out from him, and the crocodile under him also raised its head and roared.

With the roar and the spread of the soul-slaying breath, the sea surface immediately became chaotic, and countless styles appeared, and bursts of fishy smells filled the surroundings.

"This is the Demon Sea. Now that you are here, don't leave." The man suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed forward. Immediately, the nothingness around him solidified in an instant, and a huge pressure suddenly descended.

"Demon Sea?" Meng Hao was stunned. (To be continued...) ()