At this moment, the three elders next to them were trembling with shock and despair, and their minds were filled with intense fear. This shadow of life and death exceeded the task assigned to them by Patriarch Huyan.

The three of them did not hesitate at all. They turned around in an instant and launched their strongest escape methods. They quickly teleported and escaped desperately. One of them, an old man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, took out a purple jade slip. After crushing it, he immediately

Purple light shone all over his body, causing his speed to explode in an instant.

Another old man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, after witnessing the scene in which Mr. Wu's Blood Escape failed and was even more seriously injured, he did not dare to start Blood Escape. Instead, the Nascent Soul in his body did not hesitate to wither, borrowing the life of the Nascent Soul to activate his speed and travel far away in an instant.

go.

The last one was the old man in the late Nascent Soul stage. He had the highest level of cultivation. When he was escaping, he immediately took out a simple compass from his storage bag. When he waved it forward, the compass suddenly emitted three rays of light.

It pierced into the void in front of him, and then pulled violently, and actually... formed a space crack!

He didn't look back, the only thought in his mind was to escape and dive into the crack.

As for Meng Hao, they were completely shocked and frightened to the extreme.

As for Hu Yanqing, he had been completely shocked by the previous scenes. At this moment, his body was shaking, his breathing was rapid, his scalp was numb, and for the first time, he felt strong regret in his heart.

With his face pale, he even saw the collapse of Mr. Wu's body, and immediately broke out in cold sweats.

Meng Hao waved his sleeve and scattered Elder Wu's collapsed flesh and blood. He stretched out his right index finger and moved forward a little. At this point, drops of blood flew out from the scattered flesh and blood. In an instant, it condensed on him.

On his fingertips, it turned into a drop of crystal blood.

This blood was the most boiling blood in the body of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator when he died. At this moment, it was in Meng Hao's hand. He raised his right hand and flicked it. Immediately, this drop of blood ran straight away from three directions. Among them, the man's whole body was purple.

The monk was surrounded by Qi and fled quickly.

This blood streaked across the sky, becoming a bloodstain, and suddenly pursued him.

At the same time, Meng Hao raised his right hand and grabbed the void. The magic gun suddenly appeared with an excited roar. Black mist rolled around, and the faces inside were ferocious. But the strange thing was that these ferocious roaring faces. After seeing Meng Hao

After that, everyone trembled and suddenly stopped talking.

Meng Hao held the gun and threw it fiercely into the distance. The magic gun roared away. At this moment, in the mist around the magic gun, those ferocious faces resumed their roars and roars, heading straight towards the person who borrowed the life of the Nascent Soul.

, the monks fled at full speed, approaching with a roar.

After doing this, he saw that the old man in the late Nascent Soul stage had more than half of his body rushing into the crack. Even the crack was healing quickly. Meng Hao slapped his right hand on the storage bag, and an emerald green light suddenly appeared.

Meng Hao held an ordinary-looking fishing rod in his hand.

The moment he held the fishing rod, Meng Hao's whole aura suddenly changed. It seemed to become a little blurry, as if his body and nothingness were faintly merging together. There was also an aura that made Hu Yanqing feel chills all over his body, as if watching

A delusion like some irresistible natural enemy.

In other words, this is not a natural enemy, but a kind of suppression, a powerful existence that seems to be above his level of life and can be plundered at will.

This feeling was too accurate to describe. Hu Yanqing was breathing rapidly and his body was shaking. He suddenly discovered that his fear at this moment was much stronger than before.

Even, it was not just him who felt this way, the two old men in the middle stage of Nascent Soul who were escaping at the moment were also escaping, their bodies trembled violently, and a pressure that seemed to come from a superior person instantly enveloped the two of them.

mind.

Their bodies are trembling, their souls are shaking, and their karma... is being revealed!

"What's this……"

The most frightening thing is that the cultivator of the late Nascent Soul who has stepped into the crack with his whole body at this moment. He has obviously entered the crack. He is obviously not in the same world as Meng Hao, who looks like a nightmare to him, but that kind of

The trembling of the soul was extremely intense, as if being in an irresistible cold cave and being blown by the extremely gloomy wind all over the body.

"What's this……"

Meng Hao's expression was calm. The moment he held the fishing rod, the world in front of his eyes became different. It lost its color, but only on the top of everyone's head, the color was extremely strong.

Meng Hao looked at Hu Yanqing. Above Hu Yanqing's head, there were various colorful threads, which were intertwined and intertwined. One of them was emitting a red light and was extremely thick, obviously exceeding all the other threads.

At this moment, Hu Yanqing's body was shaking violently. Meng Hao's gaze made him feel thousands of times more frightened than before. The first glance before was just a deterrent, but this time, Hu Yanqing felt that his soul was chilling.

It seems that all his life, all his secrets, are all exposed in the other person's eyes.

Even if the other party only needs a thought, he will die immediately, and this kind of death does not seem to be death in the ordinary sense, but an indescribable fear.

It seems... death is scary in itself, but dying in the hands of the other party is countless times more terrifying than death.

When Meng Hao looked at the other two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks, they immediately felt exactly the same as Hu Yanqing.

Above their heads, Meng Hao saw that there were many colorful threads, and there were also thick red threads.

This thick thread made Meng Hao's eyes shrink slightly.

"These are the lines of cause and effect." When Meng Hao murmured, he raised his head and looked at the place where the cracks were disappearing. His eyes, at this moment, seemed to have penetrated the sky and saw what was happening in the sky.

In the void, the trembling old man.

There are more silk threads on the top of this person's head.

"It's a pity that I understand the cause and effect, but I can't cut it off like Ji Jiujiu... But..." Meng Hao shook his head, and then his eyes immediately sharpened, and he raised his right hand, and this fishing rod,

Swing forward.

Immediately, the fish rope flew out in an instant, without speed, but spread directly into the void, and appeared next to the trembling old man. This old man in the late stage of Nascent Soul seemed to feel something extremely terrifying, and he made a sound that could not be heard by outsiders, but

Meng Hao could feel the screams.

Meng Hao watched with his own eyes as the rain rope wrapped around the old man. As he pulled back, a wisp of soul was immediately lifted from the old man's body. As the soul left, the old man's Nascent Soul withered directly, and his body became even more so.

In an instant, he turned pale and died.

And this wisp of soul, as the fish rope returned, appeared in front of Meng Hao's eyes in an instant. Meng Hao raised it with his left hand, pinched it gently, and the soul disappeared!

At this moment when his soul was gone, Meng Hao felt a bang in his mind. He vaguely felt that he had a deeper understanding of cause and effect, but he couldn't explain the details.

This scene, in Hu Yanqing's eyes, transformed into his shrill screams and extreme fear. It also caused the other two old men in the middle Nascent Soul stage to run away frantically with their whole bodies trembling.

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Two thousand words, that’s the fourth and a half chapter. I’m afraid everyone will be impatient, so I’m going to post it first. I’m going to have a bite to eat, blow in the cold air, let my head be clearer, and continue writing the second half of the fourth update!
Chapter completed!