Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Party Chapter 783 Sweep

After a while, the red mist from all directions gathered and transformed into Meng Hao's figure again. His skin had grown about 50% longer. He looked no longer so ferocious, but the coldness in his expression and the demonic aura he gave off were even stronger.

With a flick of his sleeves, Meng Hao left in the shocking hearts of the Southern Region cultivators below. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Of the six battlefields, four have now stopped fighting, and the last two are still in war.

Meng Hao used all his speed, as if he wanted to tear the void apart. Amidst the thunder and lightning, he crossed the land and appeared on the fifth battlefield. There were only a few thousand Southern Region cultivators left, and the Northern Region cultivators, more than 10,000, were fighting and forcing the Southern Region cultivators to retreat.

In the crowd, the fat man was among them, his body covered in blood and his expression ferocious. Even though his cultivation was not high, he had too many magic weapons on him, and his identity was the young master of the Jinhan Sect, so there were always people protecting him.

But even so, he still spurted blood from time to time. When he was in danger many times, he was furious and often opened his mouth and bit the opponent when he was desperate.

Whenever he bit someone, whether it was flesh, bones, or even magic weapons, they would be bitten to pieces with a click, which was very cruel.

"Damn, is this a beast or a human? It actually has such sharp teeth!"

"What kind of skills does he practice!!"

"Kill him, break off all his teeth, and you can definitely refine a set of powerful magic weapons." The Northern cultivators who were chasing the little fat man were all injured, and the wounds were obviously bitten. They were full of murderous intent, and the precious light was surrounded by their bodies, chasing the little fat man.

"Come on, come on. Fatty will bite you to death!" The little fat man roared.

The killing was everywhere, and the Southern cultivators retreated again. The Northern army came madly. It seemed that they wanted to exterminate all the Southern cultivators here.

The little fat man's eyes had long been red. Seeing that one of his concubines and Taoist companions was injured, he immediately rushed out, pulled the injured concubine back, opened his mouth wide, and bit the palm of the Northern monk who was coming.

The Northern monk's scalp numbed, and he immediately retreated, and was bitten by the fat man. Even if he bit in vain, there was still a sound, which made people's scalps numb.

"Damn it!" The Northern monk was angry and waved his hand. A piece of bronze iron appeared outside his body in an instant. When he threw it out violently, the bronze iron melted directly and burst into a green light, as if it was spiritual and went straight to the fat man. It seemed to cover and devour him.

The fat man's face changed,

The crisis of life and death suddenly appeared in his mind, and he retreated quickly. The green light was faster and was about to touch the fat man's body.

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly echoed in the world. Just a sound immediately made all the Northern monks tremble, and many people spurted blood directly, and their heads roared. Unstable mind.

The monk who was chasing the little fat man turned pale instantly. When the blood spurted out, his expression was horrified. He looked up suddenly and saw a dazzling red light covering the sky.

The next moment, a hand appeared behind the little fat man, grabbed his shoulder, and gently pushed him back, and Meng Hao's figure appeared directly in front of the little fat man.

"Meng Hao!" The little fat man was immediately surprised. When he spoke, all the monks in the southern region around him were immediately excited.

"Master Meng Hao is here!"

"We are saved, Meng Hao is here!"

Most of the monks in the northern region have also heard of Meng Hao's name. They know that the first batch of troops were killed by a man named Meng Hao. At this moment, when they heard the word Meng Hao, many people took a breath and subconsciously retreated.

No matter what method was used, the person who could kill hundreds of thousands of troops must be amazing.

As soon as Meng Hao appeared, his aura immediately became intimidating, directly shaking the hearts of the more than 10,000 Northern cultivators. At the same time, Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed slightly at the approaching green light.

"Disperse!" He said coldly, and the green light immediately trembled, screamed, and rushed back. After attacking the Northern cultivator, it still could not escape. It shrank in mid-air and turned into bronze again. It was enveloped by a strong force and rushed straight to Meng Hao, who caught it in his hand.

The bronze block trembled in Meng Hao's hand, as if begging for mercy. Meng Hao took a look, put it away directly, and looked up at the more than 10,000 Northern cultivators.

His eyes instantly glowed, and his body took a step forward. A large amount of red mist immediately dispersed, like a venomous snake, rushing straight to the more than 10,000 people in an instant, and drilled into their bodies in the blink of an eye. The shrill screams were immediately earth-shaking.

Meng Hao stood there, raised his hands, closed his eyes, and roared. As one by one, the Northern cultivators became mummies, a large amount of red mist was released from their seven orifices. When it returned to Meng Hao's body, the skin on his body grew rapidly. In just half an incense stick of time, when the screams of all the Northern cultivators here disappeared and the bodies fell one by one, Meng Hao opened his eyes.

At this moment, 70% to 80% of his skin had grown on his body, and so did his face. With his white hair fluttering, the whole person exuded a fierce and murderous intention that made the Southern cultivators nervous and frightened.

"Blood demon, the sixth level... is almost there..." Meng Hao muttered, his eyes showing coldness, and he looked back at the Southern cultivators. Only when he looked at the little fat man did he smile.

But this smile, in the eyes of the little fat man, made him gasp.

"You..." He hesitated.

Meng Hao didn't say anything, turned around and headed straight for the sky. He was going to the last battlefield, where... he would make his sixth level of blood demon completely perfect!

"You are not Meng Hao, who are you!" The little fat man couldn't help but shouting when he saw Meng Hao flying up.

When Meng Hao just appeared before, he was very surprised, but then he felt a strangeness on Meng Hao. The strange coldness made the little fat man feel that the person in front of him was different from the Meng Hao in his memory.

Very different!

Chu Yuyan noticed this, but the little fat man's perception was more acute.

The Meng Hao in his memory would not kill like this, would not be so cruel, and devour the blood, life and soul of the cultivators to practice. This kind of practice is a magic skill!

This kind of thing would cause horror in any era and any place.

Cold, ruthless, and treating life as nothing, this is the most intuitive feeling that the little fat man has about the Meng Hao in front of him. This is completely different from the Meng Hao in his memory who likes to cheat people!

Meng Hao paused in midair, the words of the little fat man echoed in his mind. He did not look back, and after a pause, he went far away and disappeared.

The sixth battlefield is also the last group of cultivators in the second batch of invading northern cultivators in the southern region. The ones responsible for stopping them are the Yijian Sect and some cultivators of the Jinhan Sect.

The battlefield here is also the only one... where the southern region has the upper hand!

There were originally more than 20,000 northern cultivators, but now there are only more than 10,000 left. The southern cultivators are constantly counterattacking, and the killing roars fill the entire battlefield.

Chen Fan is among them, and Li Shiqi is also here. The light of magic and the power of supernatural powers are everywhere on this battlefield.

Chen Fan's cultivation has returned to the Nascent Soul stage. He uses a sword, and the whole person looks like a sword cultivator, with amazing killing power. Li Shiqi is covered in blood. She has not practiced the blood demon, but the other magic of the blood demon sect is in her hands.

As the roar echoed, the sky suddenly turned red, and red rain began to fall. The rain appeared too suddenly, and the monks in the South and North were immediately shocked.

At this moment, suddenly, the falling rain turned into red mist, reversed in an instant, and rushed straight to all the monks in the North. The speed was so fast that they penetrated one by one in the blink of an eye.

The monks in the South were shocked. When they all retreated, they were shocked to see that all the monks in the North screamed unprecedentedly at this moment, their bodies withered in an instant while trembling, their hair fell off, their cultivation scattered from their bodies, and even their souls... flew out from their open mouths and noses.

The same was true for the giants as tall as mountains in the distance. Even those evil spirits from the North were screaming, and their bodies were blurred, as if they were about to be wiped out.

All these made all the monks in the South gasp. This scene was too horrifying, as if this place had become a hell on earth.

As the dried corpses fell one after another, as the giant as tall as a mountain died with a bang, as the evil spirits also disappeared in the world with screams, there was a brief silence around at this moment.

In this silence, countless red mists emerged from the corpses, carrying the blood, cultivation and souls of these people, and went straight to the red cloud in the sky.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the Southern Region cultivators here. When the red mist rolled back and rose into the air, it was faintly seen that there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged in the red cloud in the sky.

This figure was constantly absorbing the red mist!

Meng Hao's skin, in the blink of an eye, all grew out, still looking like a scholar, but he did not have the temperament of a scholar in the past, but was just as cold and ruthless as a blood demon.

As his white hair fluttered, his eyes slowly opened, as if there was red lightning in his eyes. After harvesting the power of the battlefield below, he shook his body and turned away.

There are old friends below, but he doesn't want them to see him like this.

"Live sacrifice!! This is a living sacrifice with an evil technique!!"

"Who is that figure in the cloud?" The cultivators in the southern region of the earth took a breath, and some of them changed their expressions slightly. This scene reminded them of some similarities, but not such a cruel scene.

Chen Fan was silent, looking at the sky in a complicated way, and didn't speak.

Li Shiqi, who was not far away, trembled. She was a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect. Although she didn't practice blood demon, she was not unfamiliar.

"It's him..." (To be continued)r752 ()