Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Party Chapter 670 Crisis Approaches

When Meng Hao was in the sea city, he exuded his aura and drove away the seven old men. When the seven men spurted blood, there was a black cloud outside the third ring of Tianhe Sea and in the fourth ring. It appeared outside the three-ring Feixian Sect amidst thunder and lightning.

The cloud dissipated and turned into an old man. He was wearing a black robe and his face was vicissitudes. It seemed that he was surrounded by the sense of time. Standing in the sky, he looked down at the sea below, and his eyes showed a deep light.

If Meng Hao was here, he would definitely recognize at a glance that this old man... was the tenth ancestor of the Wang family!

"Don't delay any longer. This time... I must take away his foundation. If this clone still fails, then I just need to locate it. I will move here even if the Sealing Immortal Platform is aware of it, and achieve my wish!" The old man spoke lightly, and his eyes instantly showed a sharp light, which contained killing and decisiveness.

"There is no trace of him in the entire Fourth Ring. I deduced before I came here. Although I can't find his specific location, I can calculate that he is still in Tianhe Sea!"

"No in the Fourth Ring, no in the outer sea, so he must have entered... the Third Ring!"

"Third Ring... Ask the restricted area..." The old man frowned, his body suddenly sank, and he went straight to Feixian Sect.

About an incense stick after he entered Feixian Sect, the old man walked out and left. Almost as soon as he left, the entire Feixian Sect was suddenly shaken. The command from the Saint of Feixian Sect was issued instantly. Almost half of the disciples of Feixian Sect flew out together and went straight to the outside of the Third Ring, Feixian Sea City.

Tens of thousands of disciples of Feixian Sect came out together, and each of them had a jade slip in their hands, on which there was a portrait of Meng Hao, and even a trace of the consciousness of the tenth ancestor of the Wang family.

As the disciples of Feixian Sect stepped into Feixian Sea City one after another, they immediately checked the records of entering the Third Ring. But they did not find any clues. But then, these tens of thousands of disciples immediately launched the full force of Feixian Sect, crossing the hurricane barrier in boats, trying to enter the third ring and complete the sect's mission.

At the same time, the tenth ancestor of the Wang family, one of the three sects, the Sea God Sect, also visited in person. It is unknown what promise he made. When he left, the Sea God Saint personally ordered that tens of thousands of Sea God Sect disciples, holding the jade slip with Meng Hao's portrait, turned into countless sword lights and went straight to the Sea God City. Inside, after screening the records of entering and leaving the third ring one by one, these tens of thousands of Sea God Sect disciples, like Feixian Sect, stepped into the third ring.

Even Feixian Saint and Sea God Saint, the two soul-slaying masters, left the sect later, stepped into the hurricane barrier, and entered the third ring together.

Of the three major sects, two have been driven by the tenth ancestor of the Wang family. When the tenth ancestor of the Wang family came to the Yanghun Dao sect, because the Yanghun Saint was stationed in the three sects sea city within the third ring, the others could not make a decision, so they did not go out, but screened the records of entering and leaving the third ring of Yanghun Sea City for the tenth ancestor of the Wang family.

"This boy is cunning,

but if you think about it in reverse, the less his records are, the more likely he is in the third ring!" The tenth ancestor of the Wang family pondered for a moment, a gleam of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and he left the Yanghun Dao sect and stepped into the hurricane barrier on his own.

"I have set up a net in the Third Ring, Meng Hao... With the search of 70,000 cultivators from these two sects, I don't believe... you can still disappear in the Third Ring!"

"The Flying Immortal Saint and the Sea God Saint also went to the Third Ring under my promise. The cultivation of these two is average, but they are still sharp with their inheritance treasures.

No one knows the Third Ring better than them. If you can still escape, I will be convinced by you, Meng Hao."

"Not only are they looking for you, Yang Hundao, I am also confident that I can convince them. By then, 100,000 cultivators from the three sects will be looking for you... If it is not enough, I have asked people to issue a huge reward. By then, all the cultivators in the entire Third Ring will be my eyes and ears.

As long as one person finds you, I can detect it instantly." The tenth ancestor of the Wang family took a step and walked in the hurricane barrier. Wherever he passed, all the black fog dispersed, revealing the road, as if they did not dare to block the tenth ancestor of the Wang family.

"This time, I must succeed. It's been too long, and the Ji clan has doubts..." The tenth ancestor of the Wang family looked a little gloomy. He had never thought that a mere junior would make him so difficult and fail twice.

When the 70,000 cultivators of Feixian Sect and Haishen Sect stepped into the hurricane barrier and headed straight for the third ring, in the Yanghun Dao Demon Heart Pavilion in the sea city of the three sects in the third ring, Meng Hao grabbed all the demon hearts with his right hand and took them back.

The seven old men were frightened and pale, and dared not continue to block them. The bitterness in their hearts had already filled their minds.

"Senior, can these demon hearts be exchanged for our sect? Don't worry, our sect will definitely give you a satisfactory price!" Sun Yunliang breathed quickly and spoke quickly, with a fiery look in his eyes. In his opinion, if the demon hearts on Meng Hao could be exchanged from his hands, it would be a great achievement for him.

Such an achievement could even allow the Saint to personally take action to improve his cultivation, so that he would have some possibility to enter the realm of beheading souls!

Even if he had not entered the Soul Severing Realm, it would be enough to make him the center of attention in the sect.

"How can a sect like yours, Yanghun Dao, take in these demon hearts?" Meng Hao glanced at Sun Yunliang.

Sun Yunliang was stunned, and after a calculation, his face looked a little ugly. He then remembered that even with the power of the entire Yanghun Dao sect, it would not be easy to exchange these demon hearts.

While he was hesitating, a long rainbow came rapidly from outside the attic. After approaching in an instant, it teleported and appeared directly on the second floor. It was the disciple of Yanghun Sheng. As soon as he appeared, he immediately saw the seven pale old men, and then his eyes flashed and fell on Meng Hao.

With just one glance, he immediately determined that the person in front of him was the senior that his master had mentioned.

This was purely an intuition. The middle-aged man took a deep breath and immediately bowed.

"Junior Han Feng, I greet the senior. I am here on behalf of my master to have a chat with you."

When he arrived, Sun Yunliang's expression immediately changed and he hurried forward to greet him. The seven old men also showed awe after seeing the middle-aged man and bowed down together.

Meng Hao's eyes swept over the middle-aged man, his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he looked up, his eyes looked outward and fell on the tall tower in Haicheng.

"Is your master Yang Hun Sheng?" Meng Hao said lightly.

"My master is Yang Hun Sheng." The middle-aged man bowed his head and said respectfully.

"I'll wait for you at Yanghunsheng's place. After you count the spirit stones, you can come to see me. I'll exchange your spirit stones for the demon hearts worth that much." Meng Hao glanced at Sun Yunliang, turned around and walked forward, Wei Li nervously followed behind him. The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this and looked at Sun Yunliang.

Sun Yunliang quickly sent a message, without saying anything specific, but only mentioned the number of demon hearts on Meng Hao. The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widened and he took a breath.

He suddenly understood why the master asked him to come here.

"How could he have so many demon hearts!" The middle-aged man quickly followed Meng Hao, more respectfully all the way, and took Meng Hao to fly to the tower.

Wei Li was nervous all the way. The closer she got to the tower, the more she breathed. Since she followed Meng Hao, in these few short days, she had seen scenes that she would never see in her life.

Especially the demon heart just now, it made Wei Li's heart seem to stop beating. She knew Meng Hao was rich before, but she didn't expect that he was... so rich.

It may not be as rich as a country, but it is no exaggeration to say that they can compete with the big clans.

Not long after, the four of them arrived outside the tower, and Meng Hao looked back at Wei Li.

The middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"Don't worry, senior, I will arrange for this Taoist friend to entertain you."

Meng Hao nodded, and seeing that Wei Li had no objection, he turned around and walked towards the tower, directly to the top floor. As soon as he approached, he disappeared in a flash.

When he reappeared, he was already inside the tower.

The black-robed man Yang Hundao sat cross-legged behind a table with an expressionless face. The elegant woman next to him was smelling a pot of wine. When she looked up at Meng Hao, she smiled gently.

"You treat me to a drink, and I will treat you a glass too." Yang Hunsheng suddenly spoke. While he was speaking, the woman had already come to the table with a wine pot, took out two wine glasses, filled them up, sat next to Yang Hunsheng, and looked at Meng Hao with a hint of curiosity.

Meng Hao said nothing, and sat directly opposite Yang Hunsheng. He picked up the wine glass, took a look at it, and drank it in one gulp.

The wine instantly entered his mouth and turned into a piece of ice, as if it was going to freeze Meng Hao's whole body. Indistinctly, it seemed that even the fire of life would be extinguished under this cold wine.

Even this cold air followed the meridians and instantly covered the whole body, freezing Meng Hao's cultivation in the blink of an eye. At this moment, his consciousness also slowed down, as if the whole person was about to fall into a deep sleep, and it was difficult for a thought to arise.

Frost appeared on Meng Hao's skin. It seemed that this glass of wine could turn him into an ice sculpture.

If an ordinary soul slayer drank this cup of wine, he would surely die. However, Meng Hao's body was too strong. Even though his cultivation consciousness was frozen, his body was only slightly shaken. In an instant, this vibration occurred thousands of times, with a frequency that matched the Great Dao. In just a dozen breaths, a white mist rose above his head. When it rose into the air, the entire top floor of the tower suddenly made a crackling sound and was directly frozen.

This scene made the woman's eyes look solemn. Yang Hunsheng looked at Meng Hao with a blank expression.

"The wine is not strong enough, not as good as mine." Meng Hao raised his right hand and patted the storage bag. This time he did not take out the gourd, but directly took out Han Shan's bronze wine pot, and took out another wine glass. After filling it, he pushed it forward, and the wine glass slid directly in front of Yang Hunsheng.

"I'll treat you." Meng Hao said lightly.

Yang Hunsheng's face twitched, his eyes fell on the wine glass, and a rare hesitation appeared in his eyes. (To be continued...) ()