I Shall Seal the Heavens

The land of Motu is like a raised plain, high above, and below it is the deeply sunken land of the Western Desert that exists like a fault.

This is the first time Meng Hao has seen the border between Motu and the Western Desert. When he left Motu, he did not go here. Instead, he used the ancient teleportation array to teleport directly to the northern part of the Western Desert.

Seeing the landscape of this place for the first time, Meng Hao's eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly. He finally understood why only Mo Tu could avoid this catastrophe in the Western Desert.

The land in the south of the Western Desert is much higher than the north. At this moment, the west, north and east have completely become areas of the Purple Sea, completely submerged. In many cases, you can even smell the fragrance between heaven and earth. The fishy smell of the Purple Sea, but here in the south, even the river water has not been completely collected.

All the purple rain that fell flowed downward.

The terrain in the south of the Western Desert is extremely high, but this Motu... is higher than the south. Just this cliff-like fault is several thousand feet high.

Not to mention, there is an endless mountain range on Motu, on the edge of the Western Desert. Where this mountain range connects to the sky, a purple storm sweeps across, blocking all life from entering.

The existence of this mountain range has caused the height of Motu to reach an astonishing level. It can block the spread of all purple seas and is the only entrance and exit into Motu...

It's Momen!

The Mo Gate, which is more than 80,000 feet long, stands between the mountains, on the ground, and in the eyes of all the monks. This gate is so huge that everyone will take a deep breath after seeing it.

The black ink door is tightly closed. The city wall above the gate is more than 80,000 feet long. It's dense at the moment. There were tens of thousands of monks standing there, talking and laughing, pointing at the door below.

What made Meng Hao's eyes shrink was that the Purple Rain, which he had become accustomed to over the years and had never even stopped, actually used this Mo Sect as a boundary. Outside the Mo Gate, the purple rain was pouring into the sky, but inside the Mo Gate, even on the city wall, there was not a drop of it!

Outside the Mo Gate, the sky and the earth were filled with clouds and mist, and it was dark. Meng Hao had not seen the full sun for many years, but inside the Mo Gate. The sky is blue with white clouds. Clear skies.

A Momen is like dividing two worlds.

But what really makes Meng Hao and Xu Bai look ugly is that between the huge Mo Sect and the tribes on both sides... there are more than twenty tribes of predators stationed here, with greed and ridicule. , looking at them with murderous intent.

More than twenty tribes,

There are nearly 200,000 tribesmen, and more than 400,000 monsters. In front of the Mo gate, there is a shocking intention, which seems to be able to block all those who want to enter the Mo land.

From the eyes of more than twenty tribesmen, Meng Hao saw greed, ferocity, and even one sentence.

"We can't get in, and you don't want to get in either! If you must die... then let us die together!"

Meng Hao was silent. His eyes fell in front of the more than twenty tribes. On the ground, there were tens of thousands of bamboo poles. These bamboo poles were swaying slightly in the wind. They had dried blood on them and had turned black.

On every bamboo pole, there is a head, ranging from old people to children. They are all the heads of the entire tribe. There is even a huge alien monster head at the front, which is obviously... the one who was exterminated. The totem ancestor of the tribe.

All died.

This clan is called Tianfeng.

Further away, close to the direction of Meng Hao and Xu Bai, there are more than 20,000 empty bamboo poles pierced on the ground. Their significance is self-evident... These bamboo poles are waiting for the heads of the tribesmen of the Wushen and Black Dragon tribes. .

The battlefield was dead silent, no one spoke, only the whine of the wind blew by, and then the hundreds of thousands of monks from the tribes on both sides were breathing heavier and heavier and the evil aura was overwhelming.

Momen... is not easy to enter!

In addition, the other sounds came from the high-altitude Momen city wall, where tens of thousands of monks were looking at the battlefield below, as if they were watching a drama.

Whether it is the Crow God, the Black Dragon, or the more than twenty plundering tribes, to these people on the city wall, it is just a show, just actors, performing for them.

And they are either members of the Heavenly Alliance, or they are powerful tribes with the spirit-slaying ancestors in the Western Desert. They are born to be aloof and watch this show of life and death.

Zhou Dekun clenched his fists on the city wall with a sad look on his face, but he had no way to change everything and could only look at Meng Hao silently.

Next to Zhou Dekun was the young man named Chen from the Yuntian tribe who had appeared in front of Meng Hao in an illusory form. He sighed softly and glanced across the ground below, looking at Meng Hao and the Wushen tribe.

"What a pity." The young man shook his head.

On the other side of the city wall, there was a woman standing there, surrounded by many strong men. It was obvious that this woman's physical status was extremely high. She... had a relationship with Meng Hao back then in Motu. The one who was frightened away by Meng Hao is now one of the three giants of the Motu Heavenly Alliance, Yao Die Dabu, the genius of this team, Fairy Duolan!

She frowned at this moment, and when her eyes swept across the ground, she landed on Meng Hao.

"Dolan, why are you frowning? Could it be that this person has offended you?" A gentle voice came from beside Dolan. It was a young man with a tall body, handsome face, and long hair, like a proud man of heaven. He was wearing a white gown, spotless.

When he smiled, his smile was charming, and he was surrounded by three old men following him. These three old men had good cultivation, which also highlighted the young man's illustrious status.

One of the giants of the Celestial Alliance and the leader of this generation of Celestial Alliance, Zhang Wenzu!

"It's nothing, I just think this person looks familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere, but I just can't remember." Dolan said calmly.

Zhang Wenzu smiled slightly, stood next to Duo Lan, followed the woman's gaze, looked over, and saw Meng Hao.

"It's just an ant. If you can't remember it, don't think about it. It's meaningless." Zhang Wenzu looked away and smiled elegantly.

Duolan seemed to be uncomfortable with the other party's approach, and subconsciously took a few steps away. She didn't notice that in the crowd in the distance, there was a look, with a malicious meaning, from her to Zhang Wenzu.

This resentment disappeared in an instant without a trace. Luo Chong, the former Taoist disciple of Motu, looked as usual in the crowd, but he was already gritting his teeth in his heart. His former sect has become an affiliate of the Heavenly Alliance, and here he is, too. It has long lost its value. Although it has formed a pill at this moment, such cultivation is not impressive at all.

"Bitch, and this damn Zhang Wenzu, if you dare to touch the woman I, Luo Chong, like, sooner or later, I will kill you!!" Luo Chong took a deep breath, and when his eyes swept across the ground, he was suddenly stunned. After a moment, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then looked sharply at Meng Hao. His breathing became rapid for a moment.

"It's... it's him? How is it possible..."

At the same time, on the land of Motu, among the Motu forces controlled by the Heavenly Alliance, there was a very inconspicuous sect, and its name was the Golden Light Sect.

At this moment, all the disciples in the Golden Light Sect, about seven to eight thousand people, looked excited, and they roared up, running towards each other in mid-air, gradually shining brightly and with astonishing momentum.

"The Fifth Master has sent word that the ancestor has returned!! I will go to greet the ancestor and the Fifth Master!"

"Believe in the Fifth Master and you will have eternal life. When the Fifth Master comes out, who can compete with him?!" The roar echoed, and these seven or eight thousand people rushed straight to the border between Motu and Ximo, and roared away.

On the border between Motu and Western Desert, outside the huge Momen, in the dead silence, Meng Hao slowly spoke to Xu Bai beside him.

"The final battle."

Xu Bai was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his laughter hearty and seemingly persistent. When he looked at Meng Hao, he nodded.

"The final battle!"

"We won. We entered Motu. Motu announced that they were looking for demon spirits. They promised to bring demon spirits here, but they entered Motu. There is no need for them to regret this!"

"We lost...Meng Hao, if I die, most of the Black Dragons will be merged into your Crow God Tribe, okay?" Xu Bai looked at Meng Hao with a serious expression.

Meng Hao looked at Xu Bai and nodded heavily.

"In that case, there is no need to fear death, let's fight happily!" Xu Bai laughed and took a step from the black dragon. His whole body roared and his flesh and blood swelled, revealing his amazing flesh monk power in an instant.

"Black Dragon Tribe!!" Xu Bai's voice echoed when he turned around. Immediately most of the Black Dragon Tribe and all the tribesmen looked at Xu Bai.

"Unlock the seal and fight!!" Xu Bai's words came out, and most of the Black Dragon clan members uttered a voice.

"Fight!!" As Xu Bai rushed out, most of the Black Dragon clan members untied the black ropes on their right hands, and their momentum was immediately overwhelming. Everyone's body swelled up in an instant. This seal sealed exactly Most of the Black Dragon's Flesh Monk Techniques were unlocked at this moment. All the members of the Black Dragon tribe instantly became taller by at least one head, as if they had transformed into black tyrannosaurs, running straight ahead.

Meng Hao took a deep breath. When he raised his right hand, the magic spear appeared. When he turned around, Meng Hao looked at the people of the Wushen tribe behind him. Gradually, his eyes fell on the distance, to the north of the Western Desert, the hometown of the Wushen tribe. , he thought of the Golden Crow and the Big Tree, thought of his promise to them, and thought of his figure walking along the way with the Crow God Department.

Scenes echoed in his mind until they turned into this moment, this...last battle!

"Fight!" Meng Hao's word was like the roar of spring thunder. All the people of the Crow God Tribe were filled with passion and murderous intent. The evil aura spread. They understood that this was... the final choice between life and death.

Four hundred thousand monsters, overwhelming the sky, let out a roar that shook the sky. Da Mao was among them, and it had grown to the tenth level. Er Mao and San Mao, although not as good as them, were still powerful. The barbarian giants were also among them. Gula, as a real commander Long, who had assisted Meng Hao all the way, was also red-eyed at this moment.

A group of 400,000 demons rushed out with a roar!

The parrots flew up and screamed.

"Set up the formation, remember to set up the formation..." (To be continued...) ()