I Shall Seal the Heavens

Meng Hao was in front, and the more than one hundred monks were behind, roaring away, forming a piece in the sky, with an astonishing momentum.

In Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness, he clearly sensed that the three escaped ancestors chose different directions, and the speed of each of them was so fast that they all obviously used secret techniques.

"Three directions..." Meng Hao snorted coldly, raised his right hand and pointed to the ground, and immediately the ground buzzed. Outsiders saw it as usual, but to Meng Hao, there were overlapping phantoms, followed by a large number of monsters. The air came whistling, and when it filled in front of Meng Hao, it quickly condensed.

In a blink of an eye, it turned into two fuzzy bodies. They couldn't see their appearance clearly, they were a blur, and they could only see the breath dispersing. As for other people's eyes, it was empty.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he raised his right hand and waved it, and immediately two blood bodies appeared in red light, and when they stood in front of Meng Hao, they became two figures, and after merging with the monster body, the aura was astonishing.

This is what Meng Hao can think of, the fusion method of monster energy and blood body. In this way, it is equivalent to his incarnation outside the body, which can not only be controlled by his consciousness, but also can be sent and received by his heart.

Although it is not as powerful as the deity in terms of combat power, this fusion of blood body and monster energy can explode to a certain degree of strength in a short period of time. If the ancestors of these three sects were in their heyday, they would naturally be invincible.

But now Meng Hao has already seen that, except for the big-headed cultivator, the other two of these three people have five labors and seven injuries, their cultivation bases have been seriously damaged, and they have been shocked. .

At this time, Meng Hao was confident that his avatar could kill the opponent!

And with Meng Hao's current spiritual consciousness, he can control two such incarnations. If there is an accident. There are also ways to make up for it. At this moment, the consciousness came out, and the two incarnations formed by the fusion of blood body and monster energy roared away in two directions in an instant.

Under Meng Hao's arrangement, the more than one hundred monks behind him also dispersed one after another, turning into three waves, and two waves followed the two avatars and galloped away.

Meng Hao raised his head. Spiritual awareness locked on the big-headed cultivator who was the only one with a storage bag among the three ancestors. As he took a step, he led more than 50 people and went straight ahead.

"Chasing and killing Meng for several days, and bombarding my cave formation, how can you let you escape like this!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed murderous intent, since these people came to seek death with suspicion, Meng Hao would not soften his heart.

And most importantly, they saw a scene they shouldn't have seen. And the end of seeing this scene is death!

With murderous intent. Meng Hao galloped in an instant.

Now in another direction,

The red-haired old man was pale, and fled at a gallop. The previous scenes are now revolving in his mind, from chasing and killing to breaking the formation, and then to the catastrophe, and then hundreds of people died in an instant.

There are cracks in his own alchemy, and he is seriously injured. Now 100% of his cultivation can be used, only 40% to 50%, and the most important thing is that the storage bag is empty, there is no medicine, no magic weapon, and nothing that can be recovered .

A sense of sadness emerged in the heart of the red-haired old man, which turned into a strong regret in his heart. He regretted the action of chasing and killing him, but before that, he never thought that such a reversal would happen.

"Escape as soon as possible, practice in seclusion, and wait until your cultivation base recovers in the future, then call other fellow Taoists and kill this person together!" The red-haired old man's eyes showed fierceness, and he believed that as long as he told the other party about the golden elixir , In the entire Motu, there will be too many monks who will chase and kill them.

And it is very likely to attract some Nascent Soul old monsters. At that time, even if Duo Gang has three heads and six arms, he will undoubtedly die.

The red-haired old man's eyes flashed with blood, and he moved forward rapidly while roaring, but suddenly his heart jumped, and a strong crisis filled his mind for an instant, and his walking body forcibly reversed to the side without hesitation.

Almost at the moment when his body reversed and moved, a bloody light whizzed past him in an instant. The speed was so fast that ripples were set off, causing the red-haired old man's complexion to change and his heart to beat. At that moment just now, if he avoided Slow down a little bit, I'm afraid my head will collapse at this moment!

"Broken!" Seeing the roar piercing through the red-haired old man and dissipating into nothingness, a cold voice came out.

The moment the sound fell, the red glow that immediately scattered into nothingness suddenly collapsed, turned into a shock and ripple, and rolled violently towards the surroundings. In the reverberation of the rumbling loud noise, the red-haired old man was the first to bear the brunt. When he stepped back suddenly, he spurted out a big mouthful of blood, his complexion became even paler, and he turned around abruptly.

At a glance, he saw a blood-colored figure, with blood-colored hair, blood-colored robe, and blood-colored skin, walking slowly from a distance, and on this blood-colored figure, there was a red-haired old man who couldn't see, But he could feel a strong aura, which was strange and changeable, but when it came out, it formed an intuition that terrified him.

Cultivation can't see through!

The blood-colored figure's eyes seemed lifeless, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to possess agility, which was very strange, making it impossible for the red-haired old man to tell whether the blood-colored figure in front of him had practiced some kind of evil art. Zhixiu is still a puppet.

"Who is your Excellency!" The red-haired old man felt aggrieved. With his cultivation base, he would not have cared so much in his heyday, but now that he is seriously injured and his storage bag is empty, everything is extremely unfavorable to him.

"Did you forget about Meng so quickly? Isn't it the end of the world, and you want to hunt him down to death." The eyes of the blood body fluctuated, revealing a clear light, and that gaze belonged to Meng Hao.

The moment these words came out, the complexion of the red-haired old man finally changed drastically, and he quickly backed away without hesitation, already horrified in his heart.

"It's him, but... But how could he have such a puppet? Is this still a puppet? This is... Could this be... an incarnation?" Thinking of these four words, the red-haired old man buzzed in his mind, There is no blood on the face, and the incarnation outside the body is not a technique that a monk of alchemy can master, it is a supernatural power, and it is a supernatural power that only a monk of Nascent Soul can possess!

Just as the red-haired old man was fleeing, suddenly, there were bursts of running sounds, and layers of black mist swirled around him, and the more than fifty monks who followed him were impressively followed by parrots. Formation shrouded.

"What kind of guy did I provoke..." The red-haired old man's scalp was numb, his eyes showed despair, and at the same time, he was even more crazy.

at the same time. In another direction in this area. The ancestor of Han Shuizong. The pockmarked old man also had similar words in his heart at this moment with a bitter face.

He was surrounded by a red mist. Outside the red mist, there was a mist wind formed by more than fifty monks running. On the opposite side of him was a figure in a blood robe. He couldn't see his face clearly, he could only see To a pair of blood-colored eyes.

There was no emotion in those eyes. Only indifference and ruthlessness.

The old man with a pockmarked face was pale. His cultivation base was the weakest among the three. Although he was in the late stage of alchemy, he was seriously injured and the cracks in his body were filled with alchemy. The strength of his cultivation was only about 30% .

"This matter is a misunderstanding, I..." The pock-marked old man hesitated for a moment, and when he was about to speak, a roar echoed. Fog instantly flooded the surrounding area.

In the other direction, Meng Hao looked calm. In mid-air, his figure was like a rainbow, and in front of him, the big-headed monk had a numb scalp, and he was desperately moving forward.

Blood was spurted out from time to time. This big-headed cultivator did not know what kind of secret technique he had unleashed, and his speed was getting faster and faster. When Meng Hao chased after him, he frowned. Keep a certain distance.

"What technique did this person use to obtain this speed!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he raised his right hand and pointed forward.

"Demon seal, the eighth ban!" The moment Meng Hao's finger fell, the world around him immediately overlapped, and a strange force suddenly spread out, heading straight for the big-headed monk.

It fell on the big-headed cultivator in an instant, causing his face to change drastically, but then, to Meng Hao's surprise, the big-headed cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood. Somehow, the confinement of his body lasted only In an instant, he broke free in an instant.

This scene moved Meng Hao a little.

"Damn it, this person has just broken through to the middle stage of alchemy. Although he has cultivated alchemy, how can he be so perverted!! What kind of technique was that just now? It forced me to use the forbidden technique of inheritance!" Trembling, he seemed relaxed in that scene just now, but in fact, the Inheritance Tightening Technique was extremely harmful to him, and his injury has seriously deteriorated at this moment.

"I can't continue like this. If this goes on like this, I don't need this person to make a move. Sooner or later, I will explode and die!" The big-headed cultivator gritted his teeth, stopped abruptly while walking, and took out most of the storage with his right hand. The white rice grains waved outward.

Make a tactic with both hands, pointing continuously.

"The light of rice grains, transforming into heavenly soldiers!" As his words came out, the roaring sound echoed immediately, and those rice grains were connected together in an instant, as if turning into a big river, and the color changed rapidly until it became black directly. Suddenly, more than a hundred evil spirits appeared.

The big-headed cultivator's neck was purple, and the big head was dripping with sweat. He was short of breath. Using this spell made his injuries worse. At this moment, blood was spurting out, and his eyes showed ferocity.

He doesn't want to be able to kill the other party, he only hopes to stop it.

But at the moment when more than a hundred evil spirits appeared and roared at Meng Hao, Meng Hao spoke lightly.

"Small tricks." As he spoke, the alchemy on the top of his head exploded, and the golden alchemy instantly turned into a starry sky. Among the shining golden stars, streaks of golden light quickly radiated outward, heading straight for the hundred or so evil spirits.

The roaring sound echoed, and these more than a hundred evil spirits could not stop Meng Hao at all, and all of them dissipated one by one amidst the screams. The big-headed monk who watched this scene was pale, and at this moment he backed up abruptly, but Meng Hao's right hand had already lifted up, it is about to fall.

The big-headed monk showed madness in his eyes, as if he was going desperate, he made a tactic with his left hand, and quickly took out the magic weapon from the storage bag with his right hand. He was bitter in his heart, but now he had to fight desperately to win the life that might exist.

There was a joke last night... I raised charcoal in the wild to prepare barbecue, but I didn't know how to get the charcoal. As a result, there was thick black smoke in an instant, and there happened to be a demon wind howling. I immediately stomped my feet and roared: "Feng Zhengshu !"

The black smoke hits your face in an instant, you can imagine the feeling of a person surrounded by black smoke, at that time the whole body trembled, and there was a feeling of flying through the clouds...

Could it be... ahem, I have already achieved success in cultivation? (to be continued...) ()