Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Fang Chapter 743 You Call It, Will It Respond?

"What did he say? Baby? Go home?"

"Is Meng Hao crazy?"

"It's really interesting. This is the first time I've seen such a strong man go crazy!" When Meng Hao's voice echoed, hundreds of thousands of cultivators around him, most of them burst into laughter.

"I've lived for so long, but this is the first time I've seen a madman like you." Liu Dao also laughed.

Even the old man in green clothes from the One Sword Sect who was fighting with the Blood Demon Ancestor, also separated a wisp of consciousness to observe the scene below. After seeing this scene, he shook his head and smiled.

Their voices echoed, one after another, and all kinds of mocking voices emerged one after another. Originally... when they spoke, the wooden sword could have been chopped down long ago, but these people laughed, but they soon showed surprise.

Because... the sword did not chopped down, but paused in mid-air.

This pause seemed to make the hearts of these hundreds of thousands of people pause violently.

Liu Dao opened his eyes wide, and the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect in the second layer of the light curtain seemed to be unable to breathe. They stared blankly at their young master, who stood outside the light curtain and waved to the amazing treasure wooden sword.

In the sky, the blue-shirted ancestor of the One Sword Sect, who was fighting with the Blood Demon Ancestor, was originally ecstatic, but at this moment, as the wooden sword paused, his heart skipped a beat.

The wooden sword paused ten feet above Meng Hao. The power of time made the surroundings wither, and even the second layer of light curtain was distorted, as if it would collapse in an instant if it was touched lightly.

But Meng Hao... was not affected at all by the wooden sword.

And the wooden sword seemed to have its own spirit, as if it hesitated. After pausing in mid-air. There seemed to be a stream of light wandering on the sword.

Liudao's face changed. This scene made him feel incredible, completely beyond his imagination. Even though he had been at the peak of the Way of the Dao and was once the ancestor of the One Sword Sect, he was still shocked by this scene.

He couldn't understand why the inheritance treasure of the One Sword Sect... would pause in front of Meng Hao and hesitate like this.

Even if he racked his brains. He couldn't imagine the answer here.

"Impossible!" Liu Dao gritted his teeth, his cultivation roared, and he controlled it with all his strength, but the wooden sword did not react at all, ignored him, and even took the initiative to cut off the connection.

This scene,

immediately changed Liu Dao's face again.

Hundreds of thousands of people around him opened their eyes wide, looking at what they might never encounter in their lifetime. Among them, the cultivators from the One Sword Sect, every expression was full of incredible.

That was the inheritance treasure of their One Sword Sect. That was the symbol of their One Sword Sect, and it was also the foundation of their One Sword Sect!

And the most shocked was not them, but the old man in green clothes of the One Sword Sect in the air. He couldn't believe it for a long time, his mind was like thunder roaring, he didn't hesitate to bear the magical power of the Blood Demon Ancestor, spurted blood, and his body had to rush back. He was surrounded by the blood mist of the Blood Demon Ancestor, and he couldn't rush out. At this moment, he could only pull out his hands and point at the wooden sword with all his strength.

"One bamboo sword, come back!!" The old man in green clothes pinched his fingers and roared.

Immediately, the wooden sword shook, as if it was affected by something. The old man in green immediately felt depressed, and the feeling of badness was extremely strong, because in the past, he only needed to pinch the seal and the bamboo sword would fly back immediately, but now it just shook.

"Damn it, how could this happen!!" The old man in green pinched the seal again, and even spit out a mouthful of blood. He had to be anxious, because this was the treasure of his Yijian Sect. If it was taken away by someone, he would be the sinner of Yijian Sect.

"You were refined by my Yijian Sect. My Yijian Sect obtained it from the Ancient Dao Lake. It was personally sacrificed and refined into a sword by the ancestors of my Yijian Sect!"

"You belong to my Yijian Sect!!"

"Yizhu Sword, come back to me!!" The old man in green roared, and as the blood spurted out, the mysterious connection between him and the sword seemed to work in an instant. The wooden sword hummed in the air and retreated several feet back.

At the moment when the old man in green shirt breathed a sigh of relief, the wooden sword suddenly stopped again, and the old man in green shirt felt a jolt in his heart again.

"You were born in my Yijian Sect, and have been worshipped by countless disciples of my Yijian Sect for many years. In order to make you spiritual, we have spent ten thousand years of accumulation. In order to make you sharper, our Yijian Sect is helping you!!"

"You you you... come back!!" The old man in green shirt was anxious, but the blood mist blocked him and he couldn't rush out. At this moment, he roared and spurted blood again, not hesitating to spend his life, and pointed at the wooden sword again.

But when this finger fell, the wooden sword didn't have time to react...

"Have you had enough fun? If you don't come back, I'll see how I'll deal with you when I get home!" Meng Hao's face was serious, almost like a scolding.

As soon as Meng Hao said this, the wooden sword in the air trembled violently, and the connection with the old man in green shirt was cut off in an instant. It rushed straight to Meng Hao and appeared around Meng Hao in the blink of an eye. As it kept circling, there was a sound of swords, as if cheering, as if flattering, and even missing.

Anyone could tell from this scene that this sword... clearly belonged to Meng Hao!

Liu Dao opened his eyes wide and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators around him took a deep breath, and were completely shocked by what Meng Hao was doing.

The disciples of the One Sword Sect were all standing there, staring blankly at the fact that their sect's usually supreme and arrogant treasure was actually around Meng Hao, as if it was having fun. It was clear... that it recognized Meng Hao as its master.

"I must not have woken up..."

"Then... is that the inheritance treasure of our One Sword Sect?"

"What...what's going on..." The disciples of Yijian Sect were buzzing in their minds, but the most unbelievable thing at the moment was the old man in green shirt in mid-air.

His eyes showed madness, even more grievance, and finally turned into overwhelming anger. Just when he was about to say something, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body suddenly became much older.

He couldn't understand, he couldn't understand, how could this sword regard Meng Hao as its master!

In his opinion, this was unbelievable, subverting his mind, as if setting off a huge wave in his mind.

"How could this happen!!" The Qingshan Patriarch roared and rushed out of the blood mist frantically. He wanted to take the wooden sword in his hand and ask about the spirit of the wooden sword. Why should this be so. Why betray Yijian Sect. Why should I accept this Meng Hao, whom I had only met once, as my master?

"This is the sword of my Yiken Sect!!!"

"Your sword? If you call it, will it agree?" When Meng Hao spoke calmly, he raised his right hand. Immediately, the wooden sword flew over and landed gently in the palm of his hand. It was also in the palm of Meng Hao's hand. On the bed, he kept jumping up and down, seeming extremely excited.

"You!!" The green-shirted old man of Yijian Sect. Almost spitting out blood again, he was so angry that he couldn't bear such a blow and loss even if he was an immortal, not to mention his peak cultivation at this moment.

Especially... the way the wooden sword looked like it made the green-shirted old man feel like he had been stabbed hard in the heart, because this sword was in need of support for him, and he had never seen this sword before. There is such a scene.

"Stop making trouble and kill him!" Meng Hao also noticed. One of the swords he had buried at the beginning actually gave birth to a sword spirit. Fortunately, his original method was still effective, ensuring that no matter how many times the sword was turned, as long as he saw himself, he would immediately recognize himself as its first owner.

When he spoke now, Meng Hao pointed at the Six Paths Ancestor.

The Patriarch of the Six Paths felt a thud in his heart, his face changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. But before he could retreat very far, the wooden sword flew out in an instant. The speed was unimaginable, and it also emitted the amazing power of time. There was nothingness and distortion, and even some monks who were close to the sword withered for an instant visible to the naked eye, as if countless years had passed, and some even died instantly.

"Damn it!" The expression of the ancestor of Six Paths changed, and his whole body cultivation exploded while roaring. But during the explosion, it was only between the early and middle stages of the question. He could not improve too much. He could only control the incense burner to appear in an instant and block it in front of him. With a sound, the wooden sword stabbed directly on the incense burner.

The roar continued, and cracks appeared in the incense burner, which showed signs of vicissitudes of life, and even showed some signs of decay. It made Liu Dao heartache, but he did not dare to put it away, because he was shocked to find that this sword was only emitting The fluctuations of the years made him look much older all of a sudden. Once he was stabbed by this sword, he could imagine that his lifespan would be completely cut off immediately.

In this panic, his body kept retreating, because what he fears most... who uses special secret methods to promote his cultivation... is the obliteration of time.

And the hundreds of thousands of monks around were all shocked and did not dare to step forward. They all stepped back. Outside this second layer of light curtain, Meng Hao, alone and with a sword, made everyone retreat thousands of feet. Unexpectedly, Dare to step forward even a little bit.

"Damn!!"

"Fellow Sword Master, Ancestor Jin Han, and Li Yuanlei, if the three of you don't take action, I will use my remaining soul to stop you!!" The Ancestor of Six Paths saw more and more cracks in the incense burner in front of him and immediately roared.

Just as he finished speaking, suddenly, the incense burner in front of him collapsed. At the moment when the wooden sword came speeding towards him, Liu Dao roared to the sky. Immediately, his body exploded with a bang, allowing the wooden sword to penetrate.

But there was a ray of soul that flew out instantly and turned into a river of souls. Inside it was not one soul, but a hundred thousand remnant souls!

When a hundred thousand remnant souls flew out together, the body of the green-shirted old man of Yijian Sect in the sky suddenly burned with a flame. This flame was the fire of his life. When it burned suddenly, his cultivation exploded with a roar, and his whole body It turned into a long rainbow, and actually broke away from the blood mist of the blood demon ancestor. Despite being injured, it went straight to Meng Hao's wooden sword. When he raised his right hand, his whole body seemed to have turned into a sword!

“Meng Hao, kid, die!!”

Meng Hao's eyes flashed. He had no time to kill the hundred thousand remnant souls of the Six Paths. The wooden sword flew back in an instant, and his body quickly retreated. At the moment when the old man in blue shirt from the sword sect chased after him, he retreated into the second layer of the light curtain.

As for the Qingshan Patriarch of the Yijian Sect, not only did he not slow down, but he even went faster, piercing the light curtain.

"Break open!!"

The blood demon ancestor's eyes sparkled with murderous intent, but the clone of Li Xian also gave him a headache. This clone was no longer at the peak of the world, but one step beyond it, and was already comparable to a pseudo-immortal.

When he frowned, his eyes suddenly opened in the Blood Demon Mountain and the cave. A drop of blood from the blood pool flew out in an instant. After flying directly out of the cave, it suddenly dispersed, and the first layer of light curtain was suddenly separated from the cave. The second layer of light curtain was instantly dyed in blood.

boom!

The bloody light curtain blocked the angry strike of the Qingshan Patriarch of the Yi Sword Sect. (To be continued...) ()