I Shall Seal the Heavens

The seven or eight thousand members of the Migratory Locust tribe were all pale and frightened at the moment. They looked in disbelief at the overwhelming demon group in front of them.

The 150,000 demon group was a powerful force that could sweep through all medium-sized tribes. Even some large tribes that did not have the spirit-slaying ancestors were defeated by this powerful strength.

No tribe is willing to go to war with such a powerful demon group, even if they are one of the thirteen subordinate tribes of Yuntian, even if they have seven or eight thousand people at the moment, and there are tens of thousands of locust beasts.

But there was no reason why they had to fight to the death with the Wushen tribe. They said it was for the Five Poison tribe, but for a tribe that had been destroyed long ago, even the Migratory Locust tribe itself did not agree with this excuse.

To put it bluntly, this is obviously Yuntian Dabu finding a reason to protect his own face, so that he can naturally snatch the demon spirits from the Wushen tribe.

And it’s not that we pay special attention to it. Otherwise, if the Spirit-Slaying Ancestor comes forward, there will be no suspense.

"One, two, three!" Meng Hao said calmly, looking at everyone in the Locust clan with cold eyes. The moment he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and pointed forward, and a group of 150,000 demons roared and tried to rush out. In an instant, the scalps of all members of the Migratory Locust clan were numb, and the twelve Nascent Soul elders were even more short of breath.

"Fellow Taoist of the Wushen Tribe, please wait a moment!!" The patriarch of the Migratory Locust Tribe, the old man in the middle, spoke quickly.

Meng Hao paused with his right hand and looked coldly.

"This matter is a misunderstanding. I also ask the Taoist friends of the Wushen Department to give me some time. I will ask the main department for instructions and I will definitely give an explanation to the Taoist friends. This war... is actually not necessary to start at all. Taoist friends, you said it is No..." The old man looked at Meng Hao with a wry smile and sighed in his heart. If he had known that the other party had such a terrifying group of monsters, he would have found a way not to accept this mission no matter what.

"After all, even if you take action and destroy our Migratory Locust clan, most of Yuntian has thirteen affiliated clans. Once a clan dies, this hatred... can really not be resolved." The clan leader of the Migratory Locust clan hurriedly Persuasion, and at the same time took out a jade slip. Cultivation is running and sent into it.

Meng Hao did not interfere with the opponent's actions. In fact, Meng Hao was fully aware of this battle. The best way to deal with this is to intimidate, not go to war.

After all, Yuntian is the most powerful one, possessing the spirit-slaying ancestor, and Meng Hao is self-aware, with the current Wushen Tribe, and with his current cultivation level. Even if there are 150,000 monsters, they are no match for the powerful spirit-slaying power.

Unless...the mastiff wakes up!

But although the mastiff showed signs of waking up,

But he hasn't fully woken up yet.

So, show your strength. Deterring the other party is the best choice. After all, the behavior of the tribe is to measure the effort and gain. Through Zhou Dekun, Meng Hao knew that most of Yuntian's understanding of demon spirits was obviously not comprehensive, and their interest did not seem to be very great. It was dispensable. .

In this case, if the price paid is not high, then most of the people in Yuntian will naturally want to get the demon spirit. However, if after weighing the price, they think that the price will be huge, then according to Meng Hao's analysis, the other party will most likely give up the demon spirit.

After all, there is no personal enmity between the two parties, and at this critical moment of catastrophe, as the majority, there is also the danger of being annexed, so they do not want to lose their strength in vain.

All these are the opportunities that Meng Hao has grasped.

At this moment, the jade slip in the hands of the Lord of the Migratory Locust clan was emitting green light. The light was getting stronger and stronger, and it was dazzling in the blink of an eye. It spread outwards and gradually outlined an illusory figure.

The Lord and the priest of the Locust clan, together with all the clan members, all knelt down and worshiped at this moment.

"Welcome to the envoy!"

As their voices echoed, the cyan figure slowly condensed. After a moment, it suddenly appeared and turned into a man. This man looked to be in his thirties, with a handsome appearance, slender eyes, and a cold look on his body. Although it was illusory, there were still terrifying fluctuations in cultivation spreading out and covering all directions.

His whole body shone with green light. When he looked at the 150,000 monsters surrounding Meng Hao, his expression changed slightly and his eyes narrowed further. Then he looked at all the people of the Wushen tribe. After noticing the evil aura of these people, he Moved again.

Such a group of monsters frightened him, and such clansmen made him feel like he was seeing the cultivation of the war clan.

Finally, when his eyes fell on Meng Hao, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Blood-faced Ancestor!" He spoke slowly, naming Meng Hao's popular title in the Xuqiao world.

In fact, in the past few years, before the rise of the Black God Tribe, no one paid attention to it. But after the rise, how could most of the West Desert not pay attention to it? Naturally, they found out Meng Hao's identity. After all, the Blood Mask, Too special.

As a result, Meng Hao’s demon spirit origin was also found out.

"It's a pity that Zhao did not go to the Xuqiao Realm last time due to seclusion. However, after hearing that Xu Bai from the Black Dragon Department and Chen Mo from the Talisman Demon Department were gnashing their teeth at you for finally snatching away the demon spirit, Never forget it.”

Meng Hao looked indifferent and glanced at the illusive man in green robes without saying a word, but the coldness in his eyes deepened. (Pingnan Literature Network)

"You can choose to destroy the Locust Tribe in front of you, but the price is that our Yuntian Tribe will go out with all our strength to kill you and the Black God Tribe completely." The man in green robe said slowly.

"Similarly, you can also choose to surrender and become one of the vassals of my Yuntian tribe. There are two roads. How to choose, you can give me an answer." The man in green robe smiled slightly and spoke slowly.

The eyes of the members of the Wushen tribe were murderous, and they were silent. Meng Hao was also silent. For the conditions offered by most of Yuntian, this kind of submission was actually a qualification for survival.

It is conceivable that once you surrender, you can enter the Motu and the journey will be safe. What you will lose is the freedom from future generations.

Meng Hao had no right to make this choice. He turned around and looked at the tens of thousands of people from the Crow God Tribe behind him. Among these people, less than a thousand were former monks of the Five Tribes of the Crow God, including Wu Chen. , Wu Ling is also there. They have experienced the war and have grown up now.

As for the others, they came from this war and seemed to have lost their freedom, but in fact, they had already become part of the Crow God Department.

Meng Hao's eyes swept over the members of the Crow God Tribe, and after looking at them one by one, what he saw was silence. In this silence, there was an arrogance that would rather die than lose freedom in order to survive.

It's their choice!

The 150,000 monsters around them roared irritably and flew around in dense numbers, with bloodthirsty expressions in their eyes.

Meng Hao turned his head and looked at the green-robed monk again, his voice echoing at this moment.

"Becoming a subordinate, the Black God Tribe will not choose... If Yuntian wants to fight, I, the Black God, will fight!" Meng Hao said calmly, and when the words came out, the entire Black God Tribe was filled with evil aura.

Everyone in the Migratory Locust tribe was breathing rapidly and looking pale. The imbalance in strength gave them no hope of survival. The green-robed monk narrowed his eyes, looked at Meng Hao carefully, and suddenly smiled.

"Zhao originally had good intentions. Since the Wushen tribe and fellow Taoist people do not want to be affiliated with us, let this matter be dropped. All previous misunderstandings have been wiped out. I wish fellow Taoists and the Wushen tribe to rush to Motu as soon as possible." The green-robed monk smiled and turned around. In a flash, the body slowly disappeared. After being summoned by the Locust Clan, when he saw the people of the Wushen Tribe and the 150,000 demons, he understood that this battle... the Yuntian Tribe would not continue. .

The power of the Wushen tribe makes it qualified to control demon spirits. For a demon spirit, most of Yuntian is not willing to pay a high price, especially after this battle, most of Yuntian's tribes will perish, or even Many members of the main tribe will also die.

In today's weird and changeable world, which seems peaceful but actually has a lot of secret disputes, most of Yuntian and Motu do not dare to suffer too many losses, especially the Spirit-Slaying Ancestor, who cannot come out of Motu at all. Once you go out and your spiritual energy is cut off, you will most likely face interception and killing by most of the hostile spirit-slaying experts.

In this volatile moment, caution and caution are the foundation for a large tribe to thrive.

The leader of the Migratory Locust Clan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly understood why the previous War Clan did not start a war. In his opinion, not starting a war was really a wise choice. No matter who it was, he would encounter such a terrifying tribe. , the scalp will be numb.

He cupped his fists and bowed to Meng Hao, then retreated quickly, taking with him seven or eight thousand tribesmen and tens of thousands of locust beasts, they turned into a yellow cloud, roared away, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Meng Hao raised his right hand and waved, but instead of taking away the demon group, he let them fly around. The flying boat beneath him swayed, and with the members of the Crow God Tribe and the 150,000 demon group, he headed straight ahead. , quickly rushed out of the central area of ​​the Western Desert and stepped into...

South of the Western Desert!

From here, it only takes half a year to reach Motu.

As Motu got closer and closer, Meng Hao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the people of the Wushen tribe also became more evil in the excitement and anticipation.

Each of them knows that this last journey will be more difficult than the previous ones.

But the current Wushen tribe is completely different from before. It has completely risen. It can intimidate most of the tribes with the spirit-slaying ancestors and sweep all the medium-sized tribes. As for most of the tribes without the spirit-slaying ancestors, if they dare to stop them, the Wushen tribe will The tribe is still fightable!

But they will not back down. As they move forward, the evil aura is astonishing, like a sharp sword unsheathed. The 150,000 monsters roar, and the roar echoes, shaking all directions, like setting off a tide of beasts in the sky, lifting up the war boat, riding the wind and waves, Go straight ahead.

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