Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Party Chapter 759 Gathering in the North!

The Li family was destroyed.

No one was left alive, all died. This was not something Meng Hao could stop. For the Blood Demon Sect, nearly 70% of the disciples died. Even if the relationship between these disciples was cold, in that battle, no matter what they sacrificed their lives for, it has become an obsession for the living.

Obsession for revenge!

The Yijian Sect, because they surrendered first, they can choose to endure.

The Jinhan Sect, because of the close friends of the Shaozong, they can also choose to endure.

As for the Li family, they can no longer endure. This is not to say that they hate the Li family more, but that they need to kill, need revenge, and need to vent their inner obsession.

The Li family, blood flowed like a river, and the former glory has become a ruin. Perhaps many years later, this place will become yellow earth.

The cities controlled by the Li family are mostly mortals, and the Blood Demon Sect has not yet reached the point of slaughtering mortals.

The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect left and returned to the Blood Demon Sect. The killing in the South Region was considered to have calmed down, but all the cultivators in the South Region deeply understood... From this moment on, the Blood Demon Sect was not only the first sect in the South Region, but also... the master of the entire South Region!

No force could confront the Blood Demon Sect, because in the Blood Demon Sect... there were a total of four peak seekers!

The Blood Demon Ancestor, the Jin Han Ancestor, the third ancestor of the Li family, and the fourth was the clone of the young sect leader Meng Hao!

The four peak seekers, such strength, looking at the entire South Region, can sweep across the eight directions, even some real super sects in the East, but they are definitely not far behind.

And this is just the power of the surface.

With the demise of the Li family, the South Region has restored peace, but the cultivators in the entire South Region have lost so many people at once, making many places. Obviously a lot vacant.

As for Meng Hao, he did not return to the Blood Demon Sect immediately, but went to the Purple Luck Sect. His arrival shocked the entire Purple Luck Sect. When Meng Hao stood outside the mountain gate of Ziyun Sect, he looked at the huge statue of Zidong Zhenren and remained silent.

After a brief silence, Ziyun Sect held a grand ceremony. The Dandong lineage and the Ziqi lineage all appeared, looking at the familiar faces. Meng Hao sighed in his heart.

He didn't want to see Ziyun Sect treat him like this. Such a meeting was nothing but strange...still strange.

"The Blood Demon Young Sect has arrived. My Ziyun Sect is honored. Please come!" The head of Ziyun Sect, the old man familiar to Meng Hao in his memory, bowed to Meng Hao with a little nervousness.

Behind him, the Ziqi lineage and the Dandong lineage. There were elders who were optimistic about Meng Hao's qualifications and admired him greatly. There were also Lin Hailong, An Zaihai, and Wu Dingqiu, who had been in Zhao State and had some connections with Meng Hao.

All these people were in front of Meng Hao, and they were clasping their fists at this moment.

Meng Hao also saw Han Xueshan, but he didn't see Chu Yuyan.

The respect of Ziyun Sect made Meng Hao sigh in his heart, and he couldn't help but speak. Let Ziyun Sect not do this, but it can't change the evil spirit on him. As well as Qingluo Sect, Yijian Sect. Jinhan Sect and Li Family, the shock to the entire Southern Region also gathered pressure on Meng Hao.

He felt Wu Dingqiu's nervousness, saw that An Zaihai and other purple furnace alchemists were afraid of him, and also saw that Han Xueshan seemed to be a little afraid to approach.

There were other familiar faces, all like himself, the evil spirit was too big, forming a needle, making it impossible for people to approach... Meng Hao was silent, his heart was a little uncomfortable at this moment.

"When a person becomes powerful, will he slowly become alienated from the people he used to be with..." Meng Hao suddenly felt lonely, the kind of loneliness that was clearly standing in front of familiar friends, but still lonely as if he was the only one between heaven and earth.

At this moment, he thought of Chen Fan, the little fat man, and even Elder Ouyang of Kaoshan Sect, and the head of the sect He Luohua, but it has been hundreds of years, and Meng Hao has not met them again.

With a familiar yet strange feeling, Meng Hao walked into Ziyun Sect.

Even when Meng Hao stepped into Ziyun Sect, the ancestor of Ziyun Sect, who usually never appeared and was in seclusion at the peak of the Way of the Dao, also came out of seclusion.

He was a vicissitudes of life middle-aged man, with a fairy-like appearance, but a little thin, and his eyes seemed to be dim, but the aura of the peak of the Way of the Dao was not weak at all.

He stood in the hall, looking at Meng Hao who was surrounded by the people of Ziyun Sect.

"Daoyou Meng, please." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, raised his right hand and waved it, and immediately a table appeared in the hall, with wine, spiritual fruits on it, and some erratic figures appeared around, as if playing beautiful music.

The people of Ziyun Sect stopped outside, clasped their fists and bowed deeply, and then retreated one after another. Only Meng Hao was left in the hall.

"Ancestor, there is no need to do this."

"A visitor is a guest. Whether Daoyou was once a disciple of my Ziyun Sect or not, I will entertain you when you come. Please." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Meng Hao walked forward and sat on one side of the table. The middle-aged man smiled and also sat down cross-legged.

"I am Sun Tao, not an ancestor, but just a medicine boy. So fellow Taoist, you don't have to call me the ancestor. If you really count... I will call you the young master." The middle-aged man laughed, picked up the wine pot, and filled a cup for Meng Hao.

Meng Hao was stunned.

"I used to be the medicine boy of Master Zidong, and I am still one now." The middle-aged man glanced at Meng Hao and smiled slightly.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed for a moment.

"No need to ask, no need to ask, can't ask."

"I understand your intention, but your master is in seclusion now and can't go out... He asked me to tell you that cultivation... is to cultivate the mind!"

"Whether the heart is red or black, your intention is the key. The intention is like a knife. Your knife... can be cut for the third time, so why be at a loss."

"In one's life, there is always a choice, whether it is right or wrong, go on, and when you look back a few years later, the wrong... may not be wrong, and the right... may not be right."

"Why bother, why be confused, everything... just go on."

"Because, if there is no wrong, how can there be right? The same principle, there is no right. How can there be wrong?" The middle-aged man spoke slowly and looked at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's mind was shaken. He came to Ziyun Sect. He wanted to see his master Dan Gui, who had been separated for many years. He never forgot the three kowtows he made that day.

"In addition, the Dao of Dan is the Great Dao. Your master asked me to tell you that you must not waste it. Perhaps with your current cultivation, you are not very useful in the South Heaven Land, but your path... is destined to go beyond the South Heaven Land. Go further.

At that time, the Dao of Dan... will be your greatest aid, allowing you to keep your Dan Fire alive during the difficult journey."

Meng Hao was silent for a long time. After picking up the wine glass, he drank it in one gulp. When he stood up, he bowed deeply to the middle-aged man.

"Thank you for your enlightenment, senior. Please tell my master that I will never forget the master's teachings!" Meng Hao finished speaking. He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out of the hall.

The middle-aged man sat cross-legged there. Looking at Meng Hao's back, he nodded slightly.

And in this Ziyun Sect, on the first peak of Dandong, in the cave, at this moment, a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged in meditation. The nothingness outside his body was twisted, and faintly, it seemed that there was a great Dao contained in it.

His eyes. At this moment, he slightly opened and looked far away outside the cave. As if seeing Meng Hao walking out of the hall, his expression was full of joy.

When Meng Hao walked out of the hall, the head of Ziyun Sect, the elders and others hurried forward. Meng Hao suddenly paused and looked up at the mountain of Dandong. After a long time, he retracted his gaze.

"I want to go to my cave." Meng Hao looked at the head of Ziyun Sect, who nodded immediately, surrounded Meng Hao and walked forward.

Not long after, Meng Hao walked into Dandong, accompanied by the head of Ziyun Sect and the elders. When he stepped into Dandong, Meng Hao suddenly looked strange.

He saw that...silver spear!

After so many years, this spear is still...pierced into the ground, and even fences have been repaired around it, making this spear seem to have become a landscape here.

Under this spear, two monks were sitting cross-legged. They were old men, but Meng Hao could still vaguely see that they were...Luzon and Qianshuihen of the year.

The two of them are now mid-stage Jindan cultivators, and they are also deacons in Ziyun Sect. When Meng Hao saw them, they immediately stood up, looked respectful, and bowed deeply to Meng Hao.

"Greetings, Senior Meng."

"Haha, do you still remember this gun?" The head of Ziyun Sect laughed immediately.

"This gun was brought back by Elder Wu. After being stabbed here, it has now become a famous area of ​​our Ziyun Sect."

"Don't worry, Senior Meng, I will take good care of this gun!" Lu and Qian spoke excitedly. They had long forgotten the frustration of the past. At this moment, they were fanatically worshipping Meng Hao, and even felt proud to have the past with Meng Hao.

Meng Hao coughed dryly and touched his storage bag. There was a golden spear in his storage bag. He still couldn't find anyone to be tricked...

Wu Dingqiu, who was standing by, trembled at this moment. He secretly complained in his heart. When he was about to take a few steps back, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly fell on him.

Wu Dingqiu's body shook and he quickly smiled. His heart was beating, but he felt that the old monster Song was the mastermind of the incident.

While Meng Hao was looking for memories in the Ziyun Sect, at this moment, in the north on the other side of the Tianhe Sea, there was a bleak and murderous scene.

On the land near the Tianhe Sea, there were nearly a million cultivators who were on guard, divided into more than ten parts, from many sects and tribes in the north.

On the land, hundreds of feet long beasts were tied with iron chains. No matter how they struggled, they could not break free and were led forward.

In the sky, countless huge evil birds let out sharp hisses and circled in all directions. Their wings, in the sunlight, formed a huge shadow on the earth, which seemed to cover the sky.

Further away, giants as tall as mountains took big steps, holding huge bone sticks in their hands, roaring and screaming. There were dozens of such giants.

Even further back, black clouds were everywhere, as if hiding countless ferocious ghosts, coming at full speed.

These were the armies of the north. They were gathering at the coast of Tianhe River, as if...waiting for something!

The most amazing thing was that in this area, eleven breaths rose into the sky with arrogance and pride. They were all...the breaths of the peak of the Tao! (To be continued) ()