I Shall Seal the Heavens

When Meng Hao's words came out, the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators of the Crow God Department were silent at first, and then their eyes shone brightly, with a hint of murderous intent. Elder Sun, in particular, licked his lips, with a look on his face. Cruel meaning. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test

Meng Hao closed his eyes and raised his right hand to point it on the ground. Immediately, the demonic energy from the plain roared out. After instantly condensing together, it turned into a shadow and condensed into a temporary demonic body belonging to Meng Hao.

This body was illusory and contained Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness. With a flicker of his body, he was shrouded in black robes and transformed into a man in black robes.

"Tribal tribesmen, please rest. I will not move here. I will send this clone to the Alliance." The man in black robe was floating, and he couldn't see the face in the black robe clearly, but Meng Hao's voice came out from the black robe. .

The Nascent Soul cultivators around him all nodded. They were all accustomed to Meng Hao's strange magical powers, and they even felt that this was how it should be.

"Elder Sun, since you have been to this area before, then you will come with me this time." The man in black robes transformed into Meng Hao glanced at Elder Sun.

Elder Sun took a deep breath, stood up and bowed.

The clan leader of the Crow God Tribe also stood up at this moment and handed a storage bag to Meng Hao. This storage bag contained some of the tribe's spiritual stones and supplies.

The body of the man in black robe transformed by Meng Hao's demon body swayed and flew straight into the sky in an instant. Elder Sun immediately followed. The two of them flashed in mid-air for a few times, then turned into a rainbow and disappeared in an instant.

After the demon body went away, Meng Hao, who was sitting cross-legged here, opened his eyes.

"Take a rest for a while and wait for the result. Whether it is a trade or a war, it all depends on this tribe's thoughts." Meng Hao said calmly. With his status and identity in the Crow God Tribe, his words were unreasonable. It was the voice of the entire Wushen tribe.

At this moment, with the nods of the Nascent Soul monks around them, the Wushen tribe began to truly station here and began a migration process. The longest break.

at the same time. In mid-air in the center of the Western Desert, Meng Hao's demon body transformed into a man in black robes. He and Elder Sun of the Wushen Tribe were roaring away.

Both of them were extremely fast, teleporting from time to time, heading straight for the alliance in the distance.

"Does Elder Sun have any old friends here?" A few days later. Meng Hao spoke calmly in mid-air. In the past few days, he found that Elder Sun looked very familiar to this place. Sometimes his expression would show some emotion when he looked at the earth.

"I'll tell you the truth, Lord Saint Ancestor. I provoked several very difficult enemies here.

He had been hunted for several years, so he knew a little more about this place. "Elder Sun chuckled. He was thin and had a mustache on his face. There was only a scar on the left side of his face. This scar spread to his neck, making his whole appearance look a bit ferocious.

Meng Hao nodded and without asking any further questions, the two of them turned into Changhong and went away again.

Time flies, and ten days have passed. Both of them are extremely fast, so that the aircraft takes half a month to travel. In their case, it is only ten days.

In fact, if Elder Sun hadn't been by his side, Meng Hao would have been able to complete the entire journey in five days at most in his current demon body.

On this day, in front of the two of them, on the plain of the earth, an area surrounded by countless tents appeared. The tens of thousands of tents here were not densely packed, but formed a circle, like a formation, with certain capabilities. The power of protection.

These tens of thousands of tents are imprinted with eight different patterns, representing that this place is an alliance composed of eight tribes. (Pingnan Literature Network)

In the middle was the market place. In mid-air, Meng Hao saw that there were many monks inside, coming and going, and it was very lively.

As soon as Meng Hao and Elder Sun approached Qianzhang, an old man's voice suddenly came from within the alliance tribe.

"Welcome to the Eight Meridians Alliance. Our alliance, composed of eight tribes, will stay here for five months. During these five months, this place will be a thousand feet in diameter and flying is prohibited. Fellow Taoists in front of us, if you want to come here to do business, we welcome."

As he spoke, the figure of an old man suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of Meng Hao and Elder Sun. The old man had some brown spots on his face. When he appeared, his eyes swept across Meng Hao and Elder Sun.

"I, Ou Yunzi, these two fellow Taoists are very familiar to each other. I don't know where they are from." The old man spoke slowly, and after scanning Elder Sun, his pupils shrank slightly when he looked at Meng Hao.

With his early Nascent Soul cultivation level, he could not see through the cultivation level of the black-robed man in front of him at this glance, which made him wary in his heart.

"I, Sun Dahai, migrated with the tribe from the northern part of the Western Desert. I passed by here and heard that the Eight Meridians Alliance formed a temporary market, so I came to exchange the necessary supplies." Elder Sun laughed when he saw that Meng Hao had no intention of speaking. , said with clasped fists.

Ou Yunzi glanced at Sun Dahai, then looked at the void behind the two of them, with a smile on his face as usual.

"Eight Meridians Alliance, welcome all Taoist friends who are here to do business, please!" Ou Yunzi said while joking, turning sideways, the three of them stopped flying, but descended to the earth, heading towards the tribes of the Eight Meridians Alliance ahead.

"To be able to migrate from the northern part of the Western Desert, the tribe that Fellow Daoist Sun belongs to must be very extraordinary."

"Well, this journey has been very twists and turns, and I have experienced a lot. Let's not talk about this. The Eight Meridians Alliance where Fellow Daoist Ou belongs has such a good atmosphere. It seems that it is very likely to enter the Motu. Congratulations in advance from Sun."

"By the auspicious words of my friend Sun Taoist, I wonder if you need anything when you come here this time?"

"It's nothing, just some things that are needed from time to time. It would be better if there is a group of monsters for sale." Sun Dahai laughed and had a vague conversation with Ou Yunzi.

Meng Hao remained silent along the way, allowing Sun Dahai and Ou Yunzi to test each other.

It wasn't until he approached the tribe that Ou Yunzi smiled and clasped his fists. It wasn't until he saw Meng Hao and Sun Dahai walking into Fangshi in the center of the alliance that his face showed a gloomy look.

"Brother Ou, what's the problem with these two people?" As Ou Yunzi was meditating, nothingness twisted around him, and a man and a woman walked out. They were both middle-aged. The man looked like a scribe and wore a long gown, and the woman looked like a scribe. Cold eyes, wearing palace clothes.

The person who spoke was the middle-aged scribe.

"They claim to be from the north. There is no clue about Brother Sun, but I can't tell the cultivation level of the man in black robe next to him, and there is a cold aura about him." Ou Yunzi looked at the two people around him. He glanced at him and spoke slowly.

"To prevent accidents, I suggest that these two people be allowed to leave freely..." Ou Yunzi was interrupted rudely before he could finish his words.

"There's nothing to worry about. It's impossible to be the Spirit-Slaying Ancestor. Even if he's in the late Nascent Soul stage, he's just one person. Now it's almost time to cast the net. When it's time to close the net, there will be no accidents. Fellow Daoist Ou doesn't have to worry." The one who spoke was the woman in palace clothes.

"It's just one person. Why should Brother Ou care? We have been casting the net for several months. According to the decision of the Council of Elders, we will close the net during this period. If these two people really come from the north and migrate here, they are big fish. !” The scribe man laughed, his eyes showing a sparkle.

"When the net is closed, the tribes these two people belong to will also be found. All the tribes in the surrounding areas will become the resources of our Eight Meridians Alliance, and it will not be in vain for us to stay here for several months.

Everything can only be regarded as their bad luck, and no one else can blame them. "While the scribe man was laughing and chatting, the woman in palace clothes next to him comforted Ou Yunzi again before leaving.

Ou Yunzi frowned and shook his head after a while.

"Maybe I'm really worrying too much." He said, turned around and disappeared.

Entering Fang City, Meng Hao and Sun Dahai separated. Sun Dahai had been practicing cultivation for many years, was scheming, and was good at finding out information. At this moment, Meng Hao was walking alone in Fang City, looking at the crowds and shops around him, feeling very surprised in his heart.

The scale of this place is not small, not to mention that there are a lot of them, whether they are groups of monsters, individual powerful monsters, or some crude elixirs, there are quite a few.

There were also some magic weapons, as well as some maps and routes to Motu. In a huge shop, Meng Hao even saw flying magic weapons for sale.

There is just no price tag, it just states that it needs to be auctioned. Even so, it can be seen that this market is majestic. There are many monks around, and there are nearly ten thousand people in just one market, making it very lively.

While walking, Meng Hao suddenly shrank his eyes and looked at a store nearby that was simply built but still looked luxurious. What was sold in it were totems!

Different tribes have different totem branding methods, and the totem branding methods sold here come in many varieties and at different prices. Shops like this aroused great interest in Meng Hao.

But after taking a closer look, most of them are relatively low-level, mainly auxiliary, and cannot be used by monks to make breakthroughs.

After looking around, Meng Hao had a deeper understanding of this city. An hour later, after walking through more than half of the city, Meng Hao suddenly stopped in his steps.

He felt a demonic aura, which came from a shop next to him. Meng Hao only took one look and immediately recognized that the items sold in this shop were actually the totem saint ancestors!

In other words, they are those powerful strange monsters that can turn into totems!

Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and just as he was about to walk in, a man suddenly appeared in the shop. This man was dressed as a scholar. He was the middle-aged scholar who had talked to Ou Yunzi before.

He stopped Meng Hao's steps with a smile.

"Fellow Taoist, all the items in our store have been included in the auction. If necessary, please participate in the auction in seven days."

Meng Hao raised his head, gave the middle-aged man a cold look, turned around and left without saying a word.

But the middle-aged scribe's eyes suddenly shrank. When Meng Hao looked at him, he also opened his consciousness and unceremoniously wanted to explore Meng Hao. However, in his consciousness, the man in black robes seemed to be able to The distortion of nothingness actually prevents divine consciousness from getting even remotely close.

"This person is indeed weird..." The middle-aged scribe narrowed his eyes.

Meng Hao looked as usual as he walked in the city, his face blurred in black robe showing a hint of coldness.

"There is something interesting about this place. All valuable things are put up for auction... It seems normal at first glance, but if you think about it carefully..." ()