After a while, the red mist from all directions condensed and turned into Meng Hao's figure again, the skin on his body had grown about fifty percent, and the whole person looked no longer so hideous, but the coldness in his expression, as well as the monstrous demonic aura, were even stronger.

With a flick of his sleeves, in the heart of the monks in the Southern Regions below, Meng Hao went away, Changhong was in the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Of the six battlefields, there are now four stops, and the last two are still at war.

Meng Hao unfolded all his speed, as if he was about to tear the void apart, lightning and thunder, crossed the earth, and appeared on the fifth battlefield, where there were not many monks in the Southern Regions left, only a few thousand, and the monks in the Northland, more than 10,000 people, were fighting to force the Southern Regions monks to retreat.

In the crowd, the little fat man was impressively included, covered in blood, with a hideous expression, even if his cultivation was not high, but he had too many magic weapons on his body, and his identity was the young sect of the Jin Han Sect, so there was always someone around him to protect him.

But even so, he still spurted blood from time to time, and when he was in danger many times, he was furious, and often opened his mouth when he was in a hurry, and bit at the other party.

But anyone who is bitten by him, whether it is flesh or bones, or even magic weapons, will click and bite directly, which is very cruel.

"Damn, is this a beast or a human?

"What kind of exercises did he practice!!"

"Cut him off, break off all his teeth, and you will be able to refine a set of magic weapons with incredible power. "The Northland monks who chased and killed the little fat man, everyone was injured, and the wound was obviously bitten, and one by one the murderous intent was pervasive. Surrounded by precious light outside the body. Hunt down the little fat man.

"Come on. Come on, fat man bite you to death!" the little fat man yelled.

The killing was pervasive, the monks of the Southern Regions retreated again, and the army of the Northern Regions was frantically killing, as if they wanted to exterminate all the monks of the Southern Regions here.

The little fat man's eyes were already red, and when he saw that one of his concubines was injured, he immediately rushed out. dragged the injured concubine back, opened his mouth, slapped the palm of the coming Northland monk, and bit it directly.

The Northland monk's scalp was numb, and he immediately stepped back, and was bitten by the little fat man, even if he bit the air, there was still a sound, which made people's scalp numb when they heard it.

"Damn!" the Northland monk waved in exasperation. A piece of bronze iron appeared outside his body in an instant, and he threw it violently. The bronze iron melted directly, bursting out with cyan light, as if with spirituality, it went straight to the little fat man, wanting to envelop and devour it.

The little fat man's face changed, and the life and death crisis came to his mind in an instant, and when he retreated quickly, the blue light was faster, and he was about to touch the little fat man's body.

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly echoed in this heaven and earth, just one sound immediately made all the Northern Earth monks' bodies shake, and many people directly spurted blood, their minds roared, and their hearts were unstable.

The monk who was chasing and killing the little fat man turned pale instantly, and when blood spurted out, he looked shocked, and looked up violently, and saw a dazzling red light, covering the sky.

In the next breath, a hand appeared behind the little fat man, grabbed his shoulder, and when he gently sent it back, Meng Hao's figure appeared directly in front of the little fat man.

"Meng Hao!" The little fat man was immediately surprised, and when he spoke, all the Southern Regions monks around him immediately lifted their spirits.

"Lord Meng Hao is here!"

"We are saved, Meng Hao is here!"

Most of the monks in the north have heard Meng Hao's name, and they know that the first batch of troops was killed by a person named Meng Hao.

A person who can kill hundreds of thousands of troops, no matter what method is used, must be amazing.

As soon as Meng Hao appeared, the momentum immediately formed a deterrent, directly causing the hearts of the more than 10,000 Northern Land monks to shake one by one, and at the same time, Meng Hao's right hand was raised, pointing slightly towards the coming blue light.

"Scatter!" he said coldly, the blue light immediately trembled, let out a scream, galloped back, and after devouring the Northland monk, he still couldn't escape, shrinking in mid-air, turning into bronze again, and being shrouded by a strong force, he came straight to Meng Hao, and was caught by Meng Hao in his hand.

This bronze block trembled in Meng Hao's hand, as if begging for mercy, Meng Hao glanced at it, put it away directly, and raised his eyes and swept over the more than 10,000 northern monks.

His eyes instantly glowed, his body took a step forward, and a large amount of red mist immediately dispersed, like a poisonous snake, heading straight for more than 10,000 people in an instant, and it penetrated into their bodies in the blink of an eye, and the terrible screams were suddenly earth-shattering.

And Meng Hao stood in place, raised his hands, closed his eyes, and a roar came out, as one after another Beidi monks became dry corpses, a large amount of red mist was dispersed from their seven orifices, and when they returned to Meng Hao's body, the skin on his body grew rapidly, and it was only a small half pillar of incense, when the screams of all the Beidi monks here disappeared and the corpses fell down one by one, Meng Hao opened his eyes.

On his body, seventy or eighty percent of his skin has grown at this moment, and the same is true on his face, his white hair is fluttering, and the whole person exudes a fierce intent that makes the monks of the Southern Regions nervous and frightened.

"Blood Demon Dafa, Sixth Layer...... It's almost ......" Meng Hao muttered, with a coldness in his eyes, and glanced back at the Southern Regions monk, only when he looked at the little fat man, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that this smile fell in the eyes of the little fat man, but it made him gasp.

"You ......," he hesitated.

Meng Hao didn't speak, turned around and shook, and went straight to the sky, he was going to the last battlefield, where he ...... Let the sixth layer of your Blood Demon Dafa be completely completed!

"You are not Meng Hao, who are you!" The little fat man watched Meng Hao fly up, and he didn't hold back for a while, and immediately shouted.

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

Very different!

Chu Yuyan is aware of this, but the little fat man is even more aware here.

Meng Hao in his memory, he would not kill like this, he would not be so ferocious, devouring the monk's blood, life and soul to practice, this kind of exercise is a magic skill!

This kind of thing, in any era, anywhere, will cause shock.

Cold, ruthless, and regards life as nothing, this is the most intuitive feeling of the little fat man to the Meng Hao in front of him, which is the same as his memory of Meng Hao, who likes to pit people, is completely two people!

Meng Hao was in mid-air, his figure paused, the words of the little fat man echoed in his heart, he didn't look back, and after a pause, he disappeared in an instant.

The sixth battlefield, which is also the second batch of invading Northern Land monks in the Southern Regions today, the last team of monks, who are responsible for stopping them, are some monks of the First Sword Sect and the Golden Han Sect.

The battlefield here is also the only one...... The Southern Regions have the upper hand!

The monks of the northern regions, originally more than 20,000 people, but now there are only more than 10,000 left, and the monks of the southern regions are constantly fighting back, killing and roaring, filling the entire battlefield.

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

Chen Fan's cultivation has returned to Yuanying, he uses a sword, the whole person is like a sword cultivation, the killing power is amazing, Li Shiqi is there, she is covered in blood, she has not practiced the blood demon Dafa, but the other spells of the Blood Demon Sect are drenched in her hands.

When the roar echoed, the sky turned red for a moment, and it actually rained red, and this rain appeared so suddenly that the monks in the southern and northern regions were immediately shocked.

At this moment, suddenly, the rain that fell directly turned into red mist, reversed in an instant, and went straight to all the Northland monks, so fast that they penetrated one by one in the blink of an eye.

The Southern Regions monks were taken aback, and when they all retreated, they were immediately shocked to see that all the Northern Regions monks let out an unprecedented scream at this moment, their bodies trembled and withered instantly, their hair fell out, and their cultivation was scattered from their whole bodies, and even their souls were ...... They all flew out from between their open mouths and noses.

And the same is true of the mountain-high giants in the distance, even those ghost-like things that come from the north are all screaming, and their bodies are blurred, as if they are about to be erased.

All this qiē made all the monks in the Southern Regions gasp, this scene was too terrifying, as if this place had become a hell on earth.

As one dried corpse after another fell, as the mountain-high giant died violently, and as those terrible ghosts also dissipated into the heavens and the earth in a miserable scream, there was a brief silence around them at this moment.

In this silence, countless red mist emerged from the corpses, carrying the qi and blood cultivation of these people into the soul, heading straight for the red clouds in the sky.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the monks in the Southern Regions here, the red mist rolled upside down, and when it rose into the air, it could be faintly seen that in the red clouds in the sky, it seemed that there was a figure sitting cross-legged.

This figure is constantly absorbing those red mist!

Meng Hao's skin, in the blink of an eye, all grew out, and he still looked like a scholar, but on his body, he didn't have the temperament of a scholar in the past, and some were just as ruthless as a blood demon.

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

There is an old man below, but he doesn't want the old man to see it.

"Living sacrifice!!This is a living sacrifice with an evil practice!!"

"Who is the figure in the clouds?" The monks of the Southern Regions of the Earth gasped one after another, and some of them had their faces slightly changed, this scene reminded them of some similarities, but there was no such cruel picture.

Chen Fan was silent, looked at the sky in a complicated manner, and did not speak.

Li Shiqi, who was not far away, trembled, she was a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, although she did not practice the Blood Demon Dafa, she was not a stranger.

"It's ...... Him" (To be continued......