I Shall Seal the Heavens

Many years later, all the monks who were outside the Xiangshengdong Basin still could not forget the scene of that year.

In their memory, a meteor rushed out of the mist in the basin. This meteor seemed to be burning, releasing a shocking flame, emitting an unforgettable light for a lifetime.

In that flame and light, there is Meng Hao.

Zi Yunzong's inheritance disciple, the third master of the Southern Territory, Danding, the owner of the Supreme Spiritual Scripture, and the successor of the Blood Immortal, any one of these, no matter which monk falls on him, will have a great reputation.

And if all belong to one person, then this person... can become a legend in the Southern Region.

And Meng Hao, undoubtedly, has become a legend. Although his cultivation base is not high, even though he has not been in the southern region for a long time, no matter what, nothing can stop his brilliance. From this day on, it will be like the sun!

No one can forget that outside that meteor, a huge Kunpeng was outlined in nothingness. This giant Kunpeng, as if Meng Hao inside it had become the core, rushed out of the basin and passed outside the basin. can look up.

They watched as Meng Hao rushed out of the basin, out of the blockade of more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators from the Ji family and the Li family, and directly smashed through the surrounding seals, causing the seals to become fragments. After the layers collapsed, this Meteor, this Kunpeng, rushed out of the sky!

Disappeared thousands of miles away, disappeared within the scope of the cave of death, disappeared into the sky.

Then, in a vortex teleportation in the void, it disappeared completely.

The cultivators of the Purple Fortune Sect, including the two Spirit Slayer Patriarchs, all stared at the sky and watched Meng Hao disappear. When they saw Meng Hao leave safely with their own eyes, they were relieved from the bottom of their hearts.

Wu Dingqiu was beside him, with a complicated expression and a little emotion in his heart. He thought of Meng Hao who was in Zhao country back then, and the scene of holding an iron gun when he saw the other party for the first time.

It was like a dream, Wu Dingqiu recalled it now. Still feel a little unbelievable.

Old Monster Song also looked at the sky with the same emotion as Wu Dingqiu.

Song Jia, who was beside her, had already returned, she was silent, looking at the sky, the resentment in her brows seemed to be unable to dissipate, she looked at her nominal husband, but in fact the two of them were from the beginning to the end. Neither said a word.

Patriarch Zi Luo was also silent, and he shook his head with a wry smile. The Qing Luo Sect was very familiar with Meng Hao, and the scenes in the ancient blessed land were extremely disgusting to recognize the master. All of these made Qing Luozong and Meng Hao,

It became a dead end.

But no matter what, he never thought that after Meng Hao transformed into Fang Mu, he would dare to walk into the Qingluo Sect, fight against alchemists in the Qingluo Sect, and even refine alchemy for them.

All in all. Thinking back now, while it was extremely unreal, even he felt admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Yijianzong, Jinhanzong, and members of the Wang family all had different expressions at the moment. Fortunately, Wang Tengfei was no longer here. Otherwise, his complexity will drown itself like a tide.

The five clans and three clans in the Southern Region have been unknowingly over the years. Either with Fang Mu, or with Meng Hao, they have long been familiar with each other.

Han Bei sighed softly, Meng Hao and Fang Mu in her mind gradually overlapped together, and turned into a very deep image in her memory, this image was a red robe, wearing a mask, but smiling up to the sky The lonely figure echoed by the voice.

Wang Youcai was silent. He thought of Daqingshan and Yunjie County.

Chu Yuyan bit her lower lip, she couldn't tell what she was thinking, at the moment she felt tingling, melancholy, and even more lost, as if she had lost something all of a sudden and couldn't grasp it.

Ye Feimu lowered his head and did not look at the sky, but there was a persistent light in his eyes. He believed that Meng Hao would rise up in other places, but he could not relax in the slightest here. One day in the future, when the two meet again, they will completely defeat each other on the road of Dan.

Chen Fan sighed at this moment, he could no longer see through the paths of the junior junior brother back then. In fact, they had diverged in two different directions since the separation of the Backer Sect.

In the bottom of his heart, he suddenly envied Meng Hao very much, not because he envied the other party's identity, but because he envied the other party's life, which was much more exciting than his own...so much more.

"Perhaps, this is a monk..." Chen Fan murmured.

A strange light bloomed in Li Shiqi's eyes, she thought of what the most mysterious patriarch from the sect had said to her before this trip.

"Will we meet again?" Li Shiqi smiled slightly.

"We will definitely meet again." Xu Qing, looking into the distance, murmured firmly in her heart. Her personality is simple, her appearance is deserted, she is not smart, but her persistence is stronger than others. Too much too much.

This persistence has become a promise.

"I'll wait for you..." Xu Qing said softly from the bottom of her heart.

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Tianhehai separated the land of Nanfang into northeast and southwest.

The Great Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land, Qiang Flute in the Northern Desert, Heroes in the Southern Regions, and Totem in the Western Desert.

Compared with the power of the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land, the wildness of the Qiang flute in the Northern Desert, and the combination of heroes in the Southern Regions, then the Western Desert, a region with various names such as Western Man and Western Demon, is actually synonymous with madness.

Chaos is the only situation in the Western Desert. In the Western Desert, there are no sects, and there are only tribes one after another. The tribes are allied to form a large force.

Because of the barrenness, the scarcity of resources, the cruelty of the environment and the harshness of the world, the monks in the Western Desert are killing cruelly, cultivating the power of the totem, and longing for one day to take over the southern region.

The two battles with the Southern Territory resulted in the existence of a strong seal between the two regions, blocking communication. Only in the region that could not be sealed, Motu was formed and became the only passage in the southwest.

The ink land formed due to various opportunities does not belong to the southern region, nor does it belong to the western desert. It is more free and cruel here.

The barrenness of Motu and the richness of some areas have made the polarization here extremely serious, and the frequent killings have made this land seem to contain the smell of blood.

At this moment, at the junction of Nanyu and Motu, about a day's journey away, on a plain overgrown with weeds, suddenly, a vortex of a stage appeared.

This vortex was like a big black mouth, silently appearing in the mid-air. It was now noon, and the desolate wind was blowing all around, causing the weeds to sway and make rustling sounds.

The sudden appearance of the vortex naturally won't attract anyone's attention. In this large area in all directions, few monks from the Southern Region come.

Soon, a figure walked out of the black vortex. After the figure walked out, it seemed to stagger a few steps. When it turned around, its white hair was blown up by the wind.

On the center of the eyebrows, there is a diamond-shaped imprint, which looks like scales and feathers.

He is exactly Meng Hao.

After rushing out with the power of Kunpeng, Meng Hao unfolded the wishful seal, teleported from outside the range of the Rebirth Cave, and when he appeared, he was here.

Meng Hao stood silently in mid-air, watching the vortex disappear, his face was dazed, the surrounding was very quiet, except for the sound of the wind, there was nothing else.

After a long time, Meng Hao lowered his head, took out the jade slip and read it intently, then confirmed his position, sighed softly, and bowed deeply in the direction of Zi Yunzong.

This prostration took a few breaths before Meng Hao got up. When he raised his head, the blankness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by firmness.

"I have been at ease in Ziyunzong for nearly ten years, and I have almost forgotten the life of cultivating outside alone." Meng Hao murmured calmly, and with a wave of his right hand, a purple seed flew out, and after falling into the ground, the ground rumbled. Shocked, thick rattans flew up instantly, surrounding Meng Hao's surroundings.

Meng Hao sat cross-legged on one of the vines, his eyes flashed, and after passing on the idea, the vine suddenly flew up from the ground, carrying Meng Hao straight to the ink soil in front of him.

Meng Hao closed his eyes. He wanted to leave the Southern Territory as soon as possible without any delay. It's just that although his cultivation base is solid now, his injuries are serious. Even though his vitality and longevity have recovered a bit under the scale-like feathers, But there are only less than one Jiazi left.

Meng Hao really didn't want to waste it unless he had to.

"We need to enter Motu as soon as possible. There, we need to find an area to heal the wounds... I don't know how long it will take for the people from the Ji family to come after them." Meng Hao looked calm, sitting cross-legged on the rattan, letting the rattan run at full speed , to facilitate Meng Hao's healing.

He patted the storage bag, took out a bronze mirror, looked at it carefully, and put it away.

"At the moment when the alchemy was successful, I had a vague feeling that as long as I calmed down and merged into the mirror, I could awaken the mirror spirit... Unfortunately, the situation was critical at that time." Meng Hao was silent. He didn't know if the spirit would appear No matter what the accident, this moment is not the time to meditate and communicate with each other, you need to heal your wounds wholeheartedly.

On the way, he took out Ji Hongdong's storage bag and took a look. There was a rune seal on it. Meng Hao didn't try to open it lightly. Instead, he pondered for a while and put it away again. When he turned his hand, a bell appeared in his hand.

It was the magic weapon that Ji Hongdong took out that day. After studying it, Meng Hao closed his eyes and continued to heal his wounds.

In the evening of the second day, without any surprise or danger, Meng Hao's rattan led him into the area of ​​Motu. This area is easy to identify. The ground is black, and most of the plants growing there are also black.

Therefore, here becomes ink.

But the moment Meng Hao stepped into the black soil, suddenly, the voice of ancient demon-sealing jade emerged in his mind.

"The immortal of the Nine Mountains, the pinnacle of a stroke, the talisman of all beings, destroys the heavens... This power melts the earth, melts death, and accepts monsters. This place... can be repaired... Sealing Zhengshu!"

Meng Hao was startled and opened his eyes suddenly.

The moment he opened his eyes, he took out the ancient demon-sealing jade, and the moment he touched the jade, a cold breath flowed down his fingers and merged into his mind, turning into a formula, forming a formula, "Sealing the Demon" One pulse, unique magical powers!

Seal Zhengshu, seal everything into a demon!

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