I Shall Seal the Heavens

Ten thousand dragons roared, rushed out from the black pool hanging upside down in the sky, spread in all directions, and the sound was shocking. With a roar, all the ferocious beasts on the earth spurted out blood in unison, bleeding from all their seven orifices, and they were shocked to death .

There are also those monks who are also spurting blood one by one, their bodies are sluggish, their minds are tumbling, their blood pressure is suppressed, and their cultivation bases are about to collapse.

The black-clothed monk in mid-air, when his face changed at this moment, revealed a gloomy look, and he raised his right hand and pointed forward.

"It is indeed beyond my expectation that two generations of inheritance can be opened, but just this is not enough!"

"One life perishes, three generations of hell, one flower and one fruit, three realms open eyes!" The black-clothed monk's right hand almost turned into an afterimage, and a series of seal formulas appeared, and a black ball appeared in front of him impressively , the ball suddenly expanded, as if absorbing all the light around it, becoming another round of black sun, it seemed to be burning, and went straight ahead.

As soon as it approached the place where the dragons roared, the black sun exploded in an instant, tearing apart nothingness, blasting apart the sky and the earth, and turned into a black hole that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

The moment the black hole appeared, all the dragons around screamed and screamed, the sky and the earth buzzed, and the earth shook, but their bodies were uncontrollably swallowed by the black hole one by one.

"If it's really the fifth generation Da Silong of the Hanxue Clan himself, I will turn around and leave immediately. Now it's just a mere imprint inheritance, and it can't stop the old man's way." The tiankeng filled by the storm roared again at this moment, as if it was about to reopen.

Around Meng Hao. At this moment, there are only a few hundred people left in the city. All of them were pale. Showing despair, this level of war is no longer something they can participate in, like a residual leaf in a storm, unable to autonomously.

Beneath the Ten Thousand Dragon Pool, Meng Hao's veins were bulging all over his body, his face was grim, and he was in intense and indescribable pain. Submerged him time and time again like a tide, making Meng Hao seem to pass out many times, but he gritted his teeth firmly and persisted.

"Don't be in a coma, the good fortune of my Hanxue clan, the first generation is a sedan chair, the second generation is a hero, the third generation is a genius, and the fourth generation is above, which is rare in this world!

every generation. They are all the strongest members of my Hanxue family, the most glorious brand in my life. This brand will be integrated into your soul along with inheritance, will accompany you, and will be branded in your world.

Every time you get one more generation, this brand will have one more. When you step into Zhan Ling, all of these... will explode completely, to help you,

Through the life of my generation of monks, the first encounter, the first turning point! "

In Meng Hao's mind, Han Xuebao's voice was weak amidst the vicissitudes of life, like the last words spoken to Meng Hao when he was dying.

"Persevere. Only by insisting on obtaining the inheritance of three generations can you avoid this catastrophe today! This old man can only help you so much. I hope you can succeed, and you can help the old man's clan and let them get through this robbery!"

Meng Hao raised his head to the sky and let out a shocking roar. In this roar, his clothes were torn, his hair was flying, and the nothingness around him seemed to be collapsing. In the world, only this roar remained.

It was even during this roar that all the dragons around here, regardless of whether they were being swallowed by the black hole or not, all raised their heads to the sky, as if they were shining brightly on Meng Hao, and let out such a roar.

The black-clothed cultivator frowned, made a formula with his right hand, turned his fingers into a palm, and pressed suddenly towards Meng Hao.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what is gone is lost, and what is left is made eternal." When the black-clothed monk's voice came out, the dragons around Meng Hao screamed, and their bodies collapsed and shattered one by one. , the Ten Thousand Dragon Pool in the sky also collapsed at this moment.

It seemed that everything was going to end as the black friars had planned.

But at this moment, Meng Hao's whole body trembled violently. His eyes were originally scarlet, but now they instantly turned white.

The moment his eyes turned white, the black-clothed monk's complexion changed drastically for the second time, showing disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

While the black-clothed monk's heart was shaking, a third person's voice came from Meng Hao's mind at this moment. It was still vicissitudes, with the antiquity of the years, echoing the whole world of Meng Hao's mind.

"The fourth generation ancestor of the old man Hanxue family, Huangquan Hanxuecang...was awakened on the pale earth, enlightened in the bone forest, created the stillness of life, gave up his body, became a spiritual way, and cut the first sword!

I am Han Xuecang, the fourth generation Da Silong of the Hanxue family! "As the sound spread, an unprecedented death energy immediately appeared on Meng Hao's body. The richness of this death energy spread across the world in an instant, sweeping in all directions, making the sky gray, the earth gray, and the whole world. At this moment, it became gray.

Even at this moment, countless roars came from the gray sky, and these roars turned into soul shadows. These soul shadows were ancient, resentful and crazy towards the living, and spread all over the sky. .

On the ground, those fierce beasts that died before stood up tremblingly, with gray light in their eyes. When they raised their heads and roared, the ground trembled, and all the bones stood up one after another, as well as the monks who died before. At this moment, they all had gray eyes and stood up.

While the sky in the distance hummed, a huge bone dragon roared and appeared, the earth shook, and a huge snake bone broke through the ground directly and appeared with a bang.

The whole world seemed to have become a world of death, especially at this moment, behind Yu Meng Hao, the yellow river came from nothingness, and as it was rushing, one could see that there were countless unjust souls in this river, and it was they... …makes up this yellow river.

This is not the Yellow River, this is the Yellow Spring!

Huang Quan shocked the sky and shocked the world.

Even on this yellow spring, there is a floating pagoda with eighteen floors, like eighteen hells!

As for Meng Hao, his whole body was entwined with pale death energy, his face was also pale, his body was full of death energy, he closed his eyes, but at this moment, he suddenly opened them!

At the moment when his eyes opened and closed, the sky and the earth were thunderous and thunderous, and his opened eyes were filled with gray.

"Da Silong of Huangquan!!" On the ground, all the low-level monks were pale and dazed, as if they had lost their sanity, their bodies were stiff, and their vitality was being wiped out.

The same is true for those Western Desert monks. Only the two Nascent Soul elders in Western Desert are trembling at the moment, looking at the strange Meng Hao in mid-air, their eyes are beyond seeing the storm and Wanlongtan. Horrified.

"Six thousand years ago, the legendary Huangquan Da Silong, the one who single-handedly set off a bloody storm in the entire Western Desert, enslaved millions of dead beasts, and cultivated eleventh-level strange monsters!!

According to the legend, before this person fell, the life that died in his hands was almost infinite! ! "

"He formed the present Land of Bones, he created the present Pale Mountains...he..." The minds of the two old Western Desert Nascent Souls were buzzing, full of disbelief.

"Damn it!!" In mid-air, the black-clothed monk's eyes showed solemnity, and Han Xuezong behind him had crazy eyes, and his heart was full of strong jealousy. He was roaring and roaring in his heart. All this, in his opinion This is your own!

"He can pass on the imprint of three generations!! It is rare in this world to have so much potential in alchemy cultivation... However, just this is still not enough!" The black-clothed friar looked dignified, and he closed his hands at the same time, and raised them up to the sky with a wave.

"My way, enlightened in the dark night, reversed in the universe, cut off my first knife, and cut off my day!" The black-clothed monk's eyes flashed, his right hand suddenly raised, and when he pointed to the sky, the gray A thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the sky, and when the rumbling sound spread in all directions, the thunderbolt landed directly on the raised right hand of the monk in black.

This mine is black mine!

The moment he was caught by the black-clothed monk, it turned into a twisted thunder blade, connecting the sky and the earth. The gray sky opened up, and it slashed downwards!

The sky and the earth screamed, this huge thunder blade, under the rumbling noise, drew an astonishing gap in the sky, and cut it directly, intending to kill all existence in this gray world.

Meng Hao's whole body trembled, and the pain was intense again and again. At the moment when the thunder blade fell, he raised his hands unconsciously, and pushed forward violently. With this push, all the dead lives around him were moved together. Flying together, a huge bone ball suddenly formed in mid-air!

All the gray aura in the surroundings went straight to the bone ball at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, the ball was completely gray, exuding terrifying power, and went straight to the thunder blade.

The roaring sound directly stunned all the monks here except Nascent Soul, and some of them directly collapsed and died.

While the loud noise reverberated, the gray bone ball trembled fiercely, unable to resist the thunder blade, it was directly cut open, torn apart, and collapsed endlessly.

Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell straight to the ground in mid-air. The tiankeng under the Holy Snow City reappeared, and the city collapsed and began to disintegrate. Still unable to defeat a true spirit-slaying powerhouse.

In mid-air, the black-clothed cultivator took a deep breath, and a strand of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, he looked at Meng Hao who had fallen, with a strange gleam in his eyes.

"As expected of the six generations of the Hanxue family's inheritance imprint, if I get this thing, I will definitely be able to cut off my third sword... to completely complete the soul-cutting." The black-clothed monk showed persistence in his eyes, and he raised his right hand , was about to grab the falling Meng Hao, but at this moment, his complexion changed drastically for the third time.

Sudden change! !

When Meng Hao's body fell to the ground, a mark suddenly appeared on the back of his right hand! !

(to be continued..)