I Shall Seal the Heavens

After experiencing the old enemy war between the two clans with the Five Poison Tribe, although they won a great victory and wiped out the entire Five Poison Tribe, the Wushen Tribe also suffered a huge price.

There were once tens of thousands of tribesmen, but now there are only more than three thousand left. However, every one of the remaining tribesmen seems to have experienced baptism. Both their cultivation and the impression they give are full of sharpness, like unsheathed weapons. Sharp sword!

They have experienced so many battlefields that even death is nothing now. In the blood and killing, they pursue the meaning of monks and find the direction of transformation in this journey.

The Wushen tribe has undergone earth-shaking changes. Even the overall combat power of the more than 3,000 people now exceeds that of the Wushen tribe at its peak.

War can destroy ethnic groups, but it can also raise ethnic groups. It can make people die, and it can also bring people to life!

At the moment, the Wushen Tribe is in the midst of this rebirth. It can be predicted that if it goes this way, when it reaches the Motu, the Wushen Tribe will become a powerful force that will rise in the catastrophe of the Western Desert. The fighting power and determination of this tribe will shock the entire Western Desert. Even most of them will be frightened when they see it.

At the same time, Meng Hao's personal rise to power has turned the tide many times, which has also caused all the people of the Crow God tribe to have an almost fanatical belief in him. That kind of piety, transformed into the power of faith, surrounds Meng Hao all the time. Hao's surroundings merged into his body.

Although it cannot be absorbed, it can exist in the body for a long time, making Meng Hao's vitality more and more vigorous, and the power of his magical powers also increased a lot.

Meng Hao even had a vague feeling that the faith of the people of the Wushen tribe would allow him to gain these extra powers. At the same time, his own strength would also help the people of the Wushen tribe to improve their cultivation.

"When my five elements merge, it will also be a leap for the Crow God Tribe!" Meng Hao stood on the head of the flying python, facing the wind, looking at the earth, thoughtfully.

After this battle, Meng Hao absorbed the demon swarm of the Five Poisons Department. Although the number of his demon swarm has decreased, there are still about 50,000 at the moment.

In addition, they also obtained a lot of resources from the Five Poisons Department. The most important thing is... they obtained the most precious treasure of the Five Poisons Department, a flying magic weapon that can accommodate thousands of people!

This huge python is whizzing away in the sky at this moment. On the python's body are all the members of the Wushen tribe. They use this flying treasure to move quickly between the heaven and the earth.

In terms of speed, it surpassed the previous ones by so many that the people of the Wushen tribe no longer recalled the cruelty of the war, but showed their persistence and pursuit of hope.

Over two years,

Walking all the way from the depths of the northern part of the Western Desert, he experienced several tribal wars, and finally fought against the Wudu tribe, opening a door to heaven and earth for the Wushen tribe.

Once you step through this door, the glory of the Wushen Department will spread throughout the entire Western Desert.

The python roared and flew for several months, covering a distance that would have taken Wushenbu at least decades to complete without the aircraft.

The further you fly to the south, the fewer lakes there are on the ground and the number of rivers increases. This is because the terrain in the south is higher. On the contrary, many areas of the land in the north have formed seas.

A few days later, in front of the earth, a mountain range appeared. This mountain was black and endless.

"This is the boundary between the northern part of the Western Desert and the central area, the Molin Mountains..." There were coughs from beside Meng Hao. The clan leader of the Wushen tribe looked pale and looked very old. He looked into the distance. The mountains at the place slowly opened their mouths.

In order to hold off the high priest, he chose to burn his life without hesitation in the battle with the Five Poisons. Although Meng Hao had been treating him with elixirs and wooden totems in the past few months, the fundamental damage was still done, and he himself understood , the deadline is not far away, only half a year is left.

But he has no regrets. Half Jiazi's life, if all goes well, will be enough for him to see the Wushen tribe enter the Motu with his own eyes, and he will even have some time to accompany the tribe to settle in the Motu.

This was enough for him. In the past few months, he was no longer practicing. Instead, he fell asleep from time to time like a normal person. Gradually, he had dreams that had not appeared for many years. In the dream, he saw other people who were intrigued by each other. The clan chiefs of several tribes were smiling in their dreams, waving to him, waiting for him, and leaving together.

They had been fighting for their entire lives, but now that he was alone, the feeling of isolation and loneliness made him wake up from his dream.

"After this mountain, you will reach the center of the Western Desert. There should be the largest number of tribes there now." When the clan leader spoke in a deep voice, he coughed again.

"There are still enough spiritual stones, but the flying magic weapon of the Five Poisons Department may not be able to hold on for too long. This magic weapon has been forcibly loaded before, and it is in this state now.

I'm afraid it will become ineffective after flying for at most half a year. "The clan leader frowned and said with a hint of worry.

Meng Hao nodded without saying anything. The python flying magic weapon whizzed through the air and flew over the Black Lin Mountains. In Meng Hao's eyes, he saw a plain that was different from the northern land behind the mountains.

Although there is also purple rain falling between heaven and earth, you can still see some green on this plain, which are plants that have not been completely exterminated.

Even as they went south, the isolated spiritual energy became slightly more active, making the members of the Wushen tribe feel refreshed.

Meng Hao frowned. In the center of the Western Desert, because the spiritual energy was not completely isolated and the vitality was not completely extinct, there were more tribes here.

"When you get here, be careful." After Meng Hao made up his mind, he controlled the python flying magic weapon and led everyone from the Crow God tribe to the earth, and found a plain to rest for a while.

At the same time, a large number of black crows flew out as he waved his hand, whizzing away in three directions: west, south, and east, and soon merged into nothingness and disappeared.

Time flies, and another half month has passed. In the past half month, no other ethnic groups have appeared nearby, but the Wushen tribe still maintains its vigilance and always observes the surroundings.

At noon, Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged and meditating. Suddenly, in the sky in front of him, a black shadow appeared in an instant. It was so fast that it was close to the flying magic weapon and appeared in front of Meng Hao, transforming into a black crow. , the crows flew around Meng Hao, neighing soundlessly.

Meng Hao looked at the crow, his eyes gradually becoming brighter. After a flash, he raised his right hand. The crow came in an instant, and when it landed in Meng Hao's hand, Meng Hao took it away.

Over the past half month, scenes like this have appeared frequently. The black crows released by Meng Hao fly extremely fast, spreading out and spreading all around. As they continue to spread outward, they are also feeding back information about the surrounding area.

Here, Meng Hao can also connect with these black crows and use their eyes to see the outside world. At the same time, he can also use their bodies as a node to expand the scope of his spiritual consciousness.

A few days later, when all the black crows flew back, Meng Hao already knew everything about the surrounding area, which was hundreds of thousands of miles away.

"There are seven tribes around here. They are all medium-sized tribes, with numbers ranging from a few thousand to 20,000..." Meng Hao raised his right hand and waved, and a screen of light appeared in front of him, with a map outlined on it.

The clan leader and the Nascent Soul monks from the Wushen Tribe were all surrounding Meng Hao at this moment, looking at the map intently.

"Now these two tribes are closest to us. They should have noticed the demon spirit in me. The tribes who may have come to the central area have experienced the pain of migration. They have not acted rashly and are probably observing us.

In the past few days, I have also noticed two waves of divine consciousness, which should be the totem ancestors of these two tribes, sweeping over our place. Meng Hao spoke calmly, while everyone around him looked gloomy and said nothing.

"But here, what I'm interested in is this place." Meng Hao pointed to the map with his right hand. About half a month's flight away from Meng Hao and the others, there was a large area enclosed by Meng Hao.

"This place is very strange. It is composed of seven or eight tribes. I observed it through the strange monsters and it looks like a market." Meng Hao frowned.

"It should be an alliance!" Among the Yuanying monks here, a middle-aged man said next to him. He was not the first member of the Wushen tribe, but joined later.

"Now that catastrophes continue to come and the Purple Rain is getting bigger and bigger, some tribes must choose alliances instead of war. Only by making themselves stronger through alliances can they have the possibility of survival.

What the Holy Ancestor said should be an alliance here. As for Fangshi... this is easy to understand. I have been to this central area many years ago. There is a characteristic of this place. There will be some flows between tribes. Fangshi, or even an entire tribe, is Fangshi. "

"Elder Sun is right. I have also heard about this. I think several tribes came here after an alliance, and they opened a market here to exchange resources with others and provide each other with what they need, so that they can be more confident before heading to Motu. "The person who spoke was the great elder of the Black An tribe. His totem had been changed and he chose Meng Hao's wooden totem. Then he barely recovered his cultivation and remained at the early stage of Nascent Soul.

"Logically speaking, a city formed by such an alliance cannot stay for too long. Instead, as it moves forward and grows stronger, it will continue to trade with others until it becomes stronger and stronger."

"This kind of market is exactly what we need. Maybe we can buy a large range of flying magic weapons there? Or maybe it's what other tribes need for migration.

I have even heard that some large tribes’ towns will sell some of the totem saint ancestors of the tribes that were wiped out..."

"So, for this Alliance Square City, should we trade with it, or... rob it!" The one who spoke was Elder Sun. As soon as he spoke, the eyes of the people around him immediately showed bright lights, and they all looked at Meng. Hao, waiting for Meng Hao’s decision.

Meng Hao was silent for a moment and then spoke calmly.

"If this alliance chooses trade, we will give them trade. If they choose war, we will give them war!" rs ()