Blood Qi poured into the Cultivator’s body, causing him to tremble. Veins bulged out on his skin, and lines of red appeared in his eyes. He twitched a few times, and then exploded.
Meng Hao flicked his sleeve, preventing any of the blood and gore from touching him. He had slaughtered the late Core Formation Cultivator smoothly and efficiently. After the death of the late Core Formation Cultivator, the other seven people began to tremble. Blood oozed from their eyes, nose and mouth as they slowly died.
Brow furrowed, Meng Hao collected their bags of holding. The entire battle had been a bit strange.
“It seems everyone in the Black Lands is living in fear. The weak wish to be strong, and will kill without compunction. Slaughtering opponents leads to increased strength.” He turned, disappearing off into the distance as he continued on toward Holy Snow City.
“I hope nothing too drastic has occurred to the Frigid Snow Clan of Holy Snow City. They are the only people who can raise Frigid Snow larvae, so if anything has changed, my plan will be ruined.” As of now, Meng Hao truly understood the level of chaos within the Black Lands. He continued forward at top speed.
Several days later, he was traveling through a chain of mountains when a boom suddenly echoed out. Meng Hao’s eyes glowed with killing intent as a dozen or so Cultivators closed in on him. He continued on, and heads flew. After enough time passed for an incense stick to burn, Meng Hao left, leaving only complete death in his wake.
The attack just now had stemmed from an incident a few days before when Meng Hao had consumed a medicinal pill to bolster his Cultivation base. The scene had been witnessed by a Cultivator, which led to an explosion of greed among other locals. Now, they were all dead.
Time passed by slowly. Half a month later, Meng Hao was still traveling along alone. He had faced quite a bit of dangerous situations along the way, but in the end, his grisly tactics left anyone who messed with him dead. Afterwards, he used a magical technique to cause their severed heads to float along behind him as he traveled. It was a road of death and severed heads.
In the end, the floating severed heads grew more and more numerous. There were dozens of them, most of them dried and withered, although some still dripped with blood.
This sight shocked the hearts of many local scoundrels, and enabled Meng Hao to travel a bit more safely. Fewer and fewer people were willing to provoke him.
Any Cultivator with brains who saw the macabre floating heads would immediately dispel any notions they had of messing with Meng Hao.
A few more days passed. More than a month had gone by since Meng Hao left the former Dongluo City. He had nearly crossed the entire Black Lands, and had personally witnessed the anarchy which reigned. There was no order. The forces of the Black Lands Palace and the armies of the United Nine engaged in countless battles which left the land swathed in the flames of war.
The pandemonium was like an even more explicit version of the law of the jungle. There was no need to conceal one’s actions, no need for misgivings. Only the strong survived. As for the weak, they were there to serve the strong.
Within a month’s time, of the nine cities that made up the United Nine, only four remained. The Clans in the other cities were either exterminated, seized by the Black Lands Palace, or forced to flee into hiding. It was simply too difficult for the United Nine to stand up to the combined forces of the Western Desert and the Black Lands Palace.
It was only the day before that Meng Hao heard that Holy Snow City had been besieged, which caused his heart to sink.
“I’d hoped there would be no obstructions on my way there,” he said, shaking his head. He shot forward as fast as possible. According to his estimation, his current rate of travel would get him to the vicinity of Holy Snow City in about two days.
Currently, he shot across the land underneath the evening sky. The ground below was no longer pitch black, but rather somewhat pale. It was not white soil, but rather, snow.
The air temperature was so low that Meng Hao could see his own breath.
The wind was bone-piercingly cold, and it had begun to snow.
ฉีเลือดเทลงในร่างกายของเกษตรกร ทำให้เขาสั่นเครือ Bulged เส้นเลือดออกบนผิวหนังของเขา และเส้นสีแดงปรากฏในสายตาของเขา เขา twitched กี่ครั้ง และขยายแล้วเฮา เมง flicked แขนของเขา ป้องกันใด ๆ ของเลือดและคราบเลือดจากการสัมผัสเขา เขาได้ฆ่าก่อตัวเกษตรกรปลายของแกนได้อย่างราบรื่น และมีประสิทธิภาพ หลังจากการตายของก่อตัวเกษตรกรปลายของหลัก เจ็ดคนเริ่มสั่นเครือ เลือดจากผู้ผลิตรายจากตา จมูก และปากของพวกเขาเป็นพวกเขาค่อย ๆ ตายคิ้วรอยย่น เมงเฮาเก็บถือถุงของพวกเขา การต่อสู้ทั้งหมดได้เป็นเรื่องแปลก"ดูเหมือนทุกคนในดินแดนสีดำอาศัยอยู่ในความกลัว อ่อนแอต้องแข็งแรง และจะฆ่า โดย compunction ฆ่าฝ่ายตรงข้ามนำไปสู่การเพิ่มความแข็งแรง" เขาเปิด หายไปปิดเป็นระยะทางที่เขามีต่อบนไปทางเมืองหิมะบริสุทธิ์"หวังว่าไม่มีอะไรรุนแรงเกินไปเกิดการหนาวหิมะกองทัพของศักดิ์สิทธิ์หิมะเมือง พวกเขาเป็นคนเดียวที่สามารถเลี้ยงตัวอ่อนหนาวหิมะ ดังนั้นหากมีการเปลี่ยนแปลง จะเจ๊งแผนของฉัน " ณ ขณะนี้ เมงเฮาเข้าใจระดับของความสับสนวุ่นวายภายในดินแดนสีดำอย่างแท้จริง เขายังคงไปที่ความเร็วสูงสุดหลายวันต่อมา เขาเดินผ่านเป็นภูเขาเมื่อบูมการสะท้อนเสียงออกก็ เมงเฮาตาสวม ด้วยเจตนาฆ่าเป็นเครื่องพรวนดินหนึ่ง โหลปิดในเขา เขายังคงอยู่ และหัวบิน พอเวลาผ่านไปสำหรับการติดธูปเผาไหม้ เมงเฮาซ้าย ออกเท่านั้นทำให้ตายในปลุกของเขาThe attack just now had stemmed from an incident a few days before when Meng Hao had consumed a medicinal pill to bolster his Cultivation base. The scene had been witnessed by a Cultivator, which led to an explosion of greed among other locals. Now, they were all dead.Time passed by slowly. Half a month later, Meng Hao was still traveling along alone. He had faced quite a bit of dangerous situations along the way, but in the end, his grisly tactics left anyone who messed with him dead. Afterwards, he used a magical technique to cause their severed heads to float along behind him as he traveled. It was a road of death and severed heads.In the end, the floating severed heads grew more and more numerous. There were dozens of them, most of them dried and withered, although some still dripped with blood.This sight shocked the hearts of many local scoundrels, and enabled Meng Hao to travel a bit more safely. Fewer and fewer people were willing to provoke him.Any Cultivator with brains who saw the macabre floating heads would immediately dispel any notions they had of messing with Meng Hao.A few more days passed. More than a month had gone by since Meng Hao left the former Dongluo City. He had nearly crossed the entire Black Lands, and had personally witnessed the anarchy which reigned. There was no order. The forces of the Black Lands Palace and the armies of the United Nine engaged in countless battles which left the land swathed in the flames of war.The pandemonium was like an even more explicit version of the law of the jungle. There was no need to conceal one’s actions, no need for misgivings. Only the strong survived. As for the weak, they were there to serve the strong.Within a month’s time, of the nine cities that made up the United Nine, only four remained. The Clans in the other cities were either exterminated, seized by the Black Lands Palace, or forced to flee into hiding. It was simply too difficult for the United Nine to stand up to the combined forces of the Western Desert and the Black Lands Palace.It was only the day before that Meng Hao heard that Holy Snow City had been besieged, which caused his heart to sink.“I’d hoped there would be no obstructions on my way there,” he said, shaking his head. He shot forward as fast as possible. According to his estimation, his current rate of travel would get him to the vicinity of Holy Snow City in about two days.Currently, he shot across the land underneath the evening sky. The ground below was no longer pitch black, but rather somewhat pale. It was not white soil, but rather, snow.The air temperature was so low that Meng Hao could see his own breath.The wind was bone-piercingly cold, and it had begun to snow.
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