On the top of the tower, Yu Meng stood calmly in front of Ji Hao and the others.
Ji Hao and his party looked up and down at Yu Meng, who was full of exotic customs, and Yu Meng also looked at Ji Hao and his party curiously.
The whole body exudes a compelling heat, standing there is like a day hanging high in the void, but behind the shadow of the big sun, there is an infinite mystery hidden, like a black hole to swallow people into, this is Ji Hao.
Blazing manic, the whole body is full of fire, and with pure heat, it almost wears the void less, this is Zhu Rong's.
It is unpredictable, as if it is integrated with the whole heaven and earth, but with a strange feeling that it has obviously jumped out of this world, like a drop of mercury suspended in the unfathomable seawater, and the smooth and smooth surface reflects the strange scene of Donggong and Sim.
There is also a strange atmosphere, as if two rounds of shadows are firmly imprinted in the void, through their figures, it seems that they can trace time, see the story of the flood of the Pangu world, and make people's hearts involuntarily hairy, feel the great threat of Shaosi and Taisi.
All kinds of people on the tall towers of the forest and forests are not as good as Yu Meng in terms of strength and breath, but Wait, Yu Meng's gaze crossed the innocent and cute, playing with two big hammers, and his eyes were looking at the barbarism of his Tianling Gai with malicious intentions, and quickly placed it on the sad Taoist and the Kuzhu Mountain Lord behind Ji Hao.
With a hint of curiosity, a hint of playfulness, a hint of disdain, and a hint of arrogance, the two unlucky guys are holding their hands behind their backs, slightly raising their chins, and looking Yu Meng up and down with the corner of their eyes.
If it weren't for the trace of hostility that the sad Daoist inadvertently exuded, Yu Meng would have even ignored these two Daoists who seemed to have completely merged with heaven and earth.
Deeply, deeply glanced at the two Daoists, Yu Meng suddenly took care of these two Daoists, he would actually ignore their existence, their strength is definitely not under Yu Meng, it will only be higher, not lower.
It is true that Yu Meng has achieved sainthood by using the secret method of prayer, but he has fused the Heavenly Dao of the hundred desert worlds conquered by his family.
Yu Meng knew that the foundation of the Pangu Great World was not comparable to that of the hundred desert worlds.
Inherently speaking, a great avenue in the Pangu Great World may be several times stronger than the avenue of his most powerful desert world The breath of the sad Daoist and the Lord of Bitter Bamboo Mountain was unpredictable, and Yu Meng faintly felt that they were still a little bit away from the saint's realm.
But this does not mean that the strength of the two will be weaker than him Yu Meng, and their combat effectiveness may be beyond Yu Meng's imagination.
It is worthy of being the ruler of the Heavenly Court of such a super-powerful world as the Pangu World, and they are all extraordinary.
Yu Meng sighed in his heart, and solemnly saluted Ji Hao and the others: "It's rude to come uninvited."
But as the deity said just now, things aren't quite right these days. ” As he spoke, Yu Meng took out a jewel made of black gemstones, and with a little bit of it, a black divine light rose up from the orb.
The pillar of light hit the ceiling of the tower and quickly spread out in all directions, and a huge curtain of light suspended above everyone's heads.
The countless rays of light in the light curtain distorted, quickly condensing into a moving picture.
In the picture, you can see the exquisite and luxurious marching tents, one by one, the local nobles of the Yu nationality who are arrogant and richly dressed shuttle back and forth between the tents, with a weird and eerie smile on their faces, all sneaky like rats ready to steal oil, and even when they walk, they have a bit of obscene and treacherous taste.
"These days, these parasites from the Panyu world, they don't have any intention of sending troops to attack."
Yu Meng said in a deep voice: "According to our eyeline, they have resumed their style in Liangzhu, they are fighting for power and profit, and they are quarreling for some false fame.
In just over a month, nearly 100 local nobles from wealthy families have been assassinated. ” The light and shadow flickered, and the picture changed to the interior of a marching tent.
Hundreds of beautifully dressed and pretty girls stood aside, and on a bed covered with velvet brocade, it could be seen that Yemotian was lazily lying in the arms of several young girls, breathing deeply in an extremely strange way.
With each inhalation, Yemotian's body swelled like a ball, and when he exhaled, the flesh and blood all over his body instantly dried up, turning into a skin tightly wrapped around the skeleton.
Between exhaling and breathing, a little black glow flickered on Yemotian's skin, and countless fine magic patterns continued to emerge on his body, and then continued to merge into his body with his breathing.
Even through this picture, it can be clearly perceived that Yemotian's strength is soaring at an extremely abnormal speed.
At the edge of Yemotian's bed, the Lord of the Soul Slaughter, who was three feet tall, sat on a thick animal skin, his hands on his knees, holding his golden scepter steadily, and there was a dark color of colorful light flashing around him.
The colorful light glow was like a peacock's tail floating in a fan shape behind the Lord of the Soul Slaughter, and the frequency of each flickering light was exactly the same as the frequency of Ye Motian's deep breathing.
Under the background of the dark color of the seven-colored light, the skin of the Lord of the Soul Slaughter became hazy and transparent, and countless distorted and dim figures could be seen struggling within his body, and then these figures slowly dispersed, gradually merging into the seven-colored light behind him.
Obviously, the cultivation of the Soul Slaughter Venerable was also improving rapidly, and his improvement was even stronger than that of Yemotian.
"This person suddenly appeared by Yemotian's side a few days ago, and according to our eyeliner's observations, he seems to act as a liaison messenger between Yemotian and the Terran Emperor, often haunting the two camps."
Yu Meng said coldly: "We suspect that the strange behavior of those native parasites now is inseparable from the strange behavior of Yemotian and this person. ” "You mean, they're deliberately sending their army to their deaths," Ji Hao squinted at Yu Meng.
"They have a lot of reasons to do that."
Yu Meng said lightly: "I can find ten or eight excuses at any time, for example, Ye Motian was born in the Pangu World Yu Dynasty Ye Mo family, he also belongs to the colonial aristocracy, he has ten out of ten reasons to consume the strength of the native parasites For example, Ye Motian is the same as me, he has reached a contract with some forces, and they intend to deplete the military strength of the native parasites."
"For example, they are taking the opportunity to improve their cultivation and even do more unpredictable things," said the young lady on the side, coldly and arrogantly.
"Beautiful young lady, your wisdom is as stunning as your beauty."
Yu Meng politely complimented Qing Yan: "So, I suggest that we should carry out a tentative attack on these native parasites."
"Your Majesty Ji Hao, this is also part of the agreement you have concluded with us."
Yu Meng said in a deep voice: "It is in the interests of all of us to eradicate these native parasites":