I Shall Seal the Heavens

Even though this is a battlefield, at this moment, there is a rare silence...

I have to be silent. This is the first time many people here have seen a monk being struck to death by lightning. Although the thunder is powerful, the monk itself is not weak. Most of these incidents of being struck to death by lightning happen during ridicule. Of these, few actually see the...

There are very few people who are really struck to death by lightning, unless it is the legendary catastrophe.

But Heavenly Tribulation, for everyone, is even rarer. Only some pills or natural treasures will appear, but this kind of Heavenly Tribulation is not aimed at people...

"Struck to death by lightning..."

"How could this be? What kind of thunder is this? It's so terrifying!"

"It's not the thunder that's scary, it's that Master Meng. Damn it, even Tianlei helped him? Or is this his technique?" The monks in Motu Palace and Ximo were shocked, and their hearts were shaken. The thing of being struck to death by lightning immediately turned into panic for them.

After all, monks are under the sky, and thunder is a thing in the sky, it seems... there is nowhere to hide!

Even those Nascent Soul cultivators all had bright eyes. Meng Hao's previous actions exceeded their expectations. Even if Meng Hao used an even more astonishing spell, they would not be so shocked, but... …Meng Hao directly lifted people up high, especially the skillful movement of lifting people, making people wonder how he often does it.

Compared to the monks in Motu Palace and West Desert, the people in Saint Syracuse looked strange. They had known for a long time that this highly respected Master Meng would be struck by lightning almost every few days.

This kind of thing is known to everyone, even sometimes. Anyone who goes to ask for Dan will encounter a scene where thunder happens to fall.

Seeing the previously arrogant Western Desert monk being struck to death by thunder, everyone in Saint Syracuse felt complicated... Faintly, for Meng Hao. Even more in awe.

"What the hell did Master Meng do to cause lightning to strike him to death every few months?"

"That Ximo cultivator is really unlucky. It's not good to provoke anyone, but Master Meng... You know, I have seen it several times with my own eyes in the past few months. The soul body held up by Master Meng is miserable."

Meng Hao coughed dryly, and stood on the city wall, not paying attention to the eyes around him. He had long been used to the thunder and thunder, and he could even make some predictions.

After a while.

The battlefield here has only recovered, and the monks on both sides started fighting again, but this battle has gradually changed. All the monks look up at the sky from time to time. Sometimes it is obviously just the roar of normal spells, and some people immediately dodge subconsciously. It seemed that he was afraid that another thunderbolt would suddenly appear and chop him to death.

This phenomenon did not gradually disappear until after three days. During the past three days, the monks of Motu launched continuous attacks, and the roaring sound was earth-shattering. Outside the storm formation. It collapsed directly.

With the collapse of the formation, a large number of Motu monks, fierce beasts, and Ximo monks rushed forward.

The roar echoed, and the five-pointed star in the sky continued to emit light. It was clearly night, but the light of the battlefield reflected the surrounding area like day.

It seems that at a critical moment, the four elders have already made a move, standing in mid-air with Motu and Ximo's Nascent Soul monks, fighting to a fierce degree.

Meng Hao's face was a bit ugly. Standing on the city wall, he raised a finger with his right hand, blood was shining, a bird that fell directly from mid-air, was penetrated by Meng Hao's finger, and exploded to death.

"It's only been three months. If the city is broken like this, I won't be able to refine the cold snowworms." Meng Hao frowned. Whether the Holy Snow City is broken or not has nothing to do with him. Can not be broken.

At this moment, the earth roared, and in the distance, two giants roared towards them with big strides, and even behind them, thousands of monks from Motu and Ximo appeared again, driving away more Fierce beasts and monsters roared towards them.

"Why didn't that old spirit-slayer ancestor make a move?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment. When Zhou Dekun was taken away that day, Meng Hao heard a low growl from the depths of the earth. The vicious beast and many monks were shocked to death.

But now that the storm formation has been broken, the spirit-slaying patriarch of the Shengxue family has not yet appeared.

"It seems that what Han Xuezong said is true, and the rumors from the outside world are also true. This ancestor of Zhanling is already a dying cultivator, but the Motu Palace must also be afraid. It seems violent at the moment, but in fact it is against Zhan As far as spiritual cultivation is concerned, it's just a test." When Meng Hao was pondering, he suddenly saw from the corner of his eye not far away, two Western Desert monks beside Han Xueshan, whose totems transformed into illusions, and went straight to Han Xueshan. As for Han Xueshan Several clan guards around Shan were spurting blood at this moment, unable to resist.

Meng Hao snorted coldly, and took a step forward. With a flash of blood, he appeared in front of Han Xueshan in an instant. He raised his right hand and pointed outward. Cultivator Mo's body froze for an instant, as if his cultivation had been sealed and his life was restricted. In the next breath, the sword light whistled, and the flying sword flew out of Meng Hao's storage bag. After lifting two heads, it circled the top of Meng Hao's head. Make a buzzing sound.

Han Xueshan was pale, but when she looked at Meng Hao, she smiled.

"You saved me again."

At this moment, snowflakes floated in the sky. The snowflakes seemed to be blown out of a funeral song by the wind, and echoed in the whimpers, but they couldn't cover up the screams and roars around, the sound of fighting, the sound of the city shaking, and the five-pointed stars in the sky. A collapse, from the frenzied fight between Western Desert and Motu monks, made the sky and earth here covered with snow, and the earth covered with blood.

Meng Hao didn't speak, but raised his right foot and stepped on the ground. Immediately, the unseen evil spirit gathered around him instantly, and turned into a blurry air mass directly behind Meng Hao, blocking the movement from far away. A chariot suddenly shot out a gloomy light.

The roaring sound echoed, and the demonic aura behind Meng Hao blocked the gloomy light, but the impact was still dispersed. Meng Hao hugged Han Xueshan, avoided the impact, and appeared on another city wall.

"Let's go. What they want to destroy is only my Hanxue family. It has nothing to do with you. With your cultivation, you can escape at this time." Han Xueshan said bitterly. She saw the five-pointed star in the sky. It shattered a little more, and looking at the surrounding walls, more Western Desert monks had appeared, and the magic light in midair continued to shine.

She even saw the old woman spewing blood in the air at this moment, but she gritted her teeth and continued to fight.

"It's useless, even if I desperately retrieved the Hanxue thorns, but the ancestors have already run out of fuel, most of them are in a coma, and there is no way to use Silong's secret method to stimulate the thorns..." Han Xueshan's eyes showed despair, at this moment The city roared, and an area in the distance collapsed directly, and a Western Desert monk rushed out ferociously.

"What thorns?" Meng Hao frowned, looked around, and asked.

"The cold snow thorn that can protect the city for a month is a sacred object that my Hanxue family brought with them when they migrated from the West Desert a long time ago. Unfortunately, it has withered over the years. Unless it is a special secret method, otherwise won't wake up.

This special secret technique is mastered only by elders and direct bloodlines, but no one can catalyze it, only the cultivation of the ancestors can do it. "Han Xueshan whispered bitterly, and patted the storage bag with her right hand, and took out a shriveled seed.

"That's it. I retrieved eight seeds, one for each of the elders, one for me, and the others for the ancestors, but no one succeeded."

"Catalysis?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and just as he was about to speak, the ground roared and the city shook. Meng Hao's face changed, and he took Han Xueshan back again, and saw another monk in black soil coming farther away.

The city wall crumbled, and screams rang out from time to time. When Meng Hao led Han Xueshan back, he spoke hastily.

"Tell me the method of catalysis. As an alchemist, I also have the method of catalysis. Maybe I can learn by analogy."

Han Xueshan was stunned. If it was different, she would not be able to tell the secret method of the family. Even if someone searched for the soul, she would not be able to obtain it. This is the method of inheritance imprinted in the blood, but at this time, she just remained silent. After a few breaths, he opened his mouth softly, and in Meng Hao's ear, he told the story of their Hanxue family, who used to be powerful in the western desert, and who have mastered the secret technique of Da Silong for generations!

This secret method is not long, only about a thousand words, but when it fell into Meng Hao's ears, it shocked Meng Hao's mind, as if at this moment, all the surrounding battlefields disappeared from his senses. The only thing left is this secret method of nearly a thousand words!

"...Come out at the age of the year, the tide of the falling moon, take the meaning of Mingyang, all things can live forever..." Han Xueshan said softly, this paragraph in the West Desert is enough to set off a crazy secret method, even if it is Han Xuezong, who betrayed the family, even though he was not killed by his father back then, has erased the memory of this secret technique, and one of the reasons why he made a comeback and wanted to destroy the Hanxue family is that this secret technique was used by anyone. There are no methods to obtain, only the secret method spoken by the clansmen themselves!

Meng Hao's mind became more and more shocked. He closed his eyes, and the words of the secret method echoed in his mind. For a moment, he thought of the Ziyun Sect's prompting technique, and thought of the second period of time that he had deciphered on the jade tablet of time. method.

Those are two formulas with the same source, the secret method of prompting is the first layer, and the secret method of time is the second layer, but now... Meng Hao, at this moment, with the humming in his mind, he can be sure that what he heard at this moment The secret method of the Hanxue family is the third layer!

Silong's Secret Technique!

If any one of these three secret methods is only unique, it can achieve a small success in this category, but if someone can obtain all of them, they will immediately learn by analogy. many!

Having learned the secret method of catalysis and enlightened to the secret method of time, the moment he heard the secret method of Silong, Meng Hao directly learned it and imprinted it in his mind. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)