I Shall Seal the Heavens

Time passed, three years later.

There were still too many people in the Cangmang Sect who remembered Fang Mu, and Yan'er was alone on Meng Hao's mountain peak, sealing it off, and her life seemed to have returned to some kind of peace.

Meng Hao was not here, and the mountain was missing a lot of the coquettish sounds coming from Yan'er. Many times, Yan'er was in a trance, as if she had returned to the past in a dream.

But after all... the master left.

Yan'er was silent. In addition to practicing, there was one more thing she had to do every day, and that was to go to the retreat place where her master used to be, where a ray of soul fire was enshrined.

That is Master's soul fire. This fire will never be extinguished, and Master will never die.

On this day, Yan'er came to the retreat place as usual, knelt down in front of the soul fire, and murmured softly.

"Master, you have been gone for three years. Three years is not long..."

"By the way, Yan'er clearly understood a technique while practicing last night."

"Also, Master, you don't know. Yesterday, those hateful guys from other sects were said to have become active. I heard that some people started to break into Cangmang Terrace again."

"Master, and..." Yan'er would mutter to herself every time she came, as if Master was right in front of her. As she was speaking, suddenly, her body trembled and her voice suddenly stopped. , when she raised her head, her face was pale, her expression changed drastically, and she looked at the soul fire in front of her.

This soul fire, which has not changed in the past three years, is gradually dimming at this moment, and seems to be extinguished at any time. This scene makes Yan'er tremble, and there is a buzz in her mind. She knows that this is the master's fire of life. Once If it goes out, it means the death of the master.

And obviously, I am on the road to transcendence at this moment. Master is facing life and death.

Yan'er was bitter, she was anxious, she was nervous, but she had no way to help her master, and she had no way to change everything.

"Master, Yan'er is useless..." Yan'er burst into tears. Looking at the soul fire, her body trembled more and more.

At this moment, on the road to transcendence, Meng Hao was facing a test of life and death. What tested him was the sudden increase in pressure on this road.

For three years, he has been arduously moving forward on this road, and gradually his body seems to have adapted to the pressure here. He could even run for a short time, but today, the moment he walked into the area in front of him, the pressure around him suddenly increased tenfold!

Not twice, but ten times!

It comes suddenly, appears suddenly, without any warning. As a result, Meng Hao had no time to react. With a bang, his body was forcibly pressed to the ground.

Even the bones in his body were shattered in the struggle at this moment, the flesh and blood were squeezed together, and even the skull made a crunching sound. It seemed like it was going to collapse.

A life-and-death crisis broke out in Meng Hao's body, but his cultivation was also suppressed at this moment. Meng Hao trembled and his eyes were red. A low growl came out of his mouth, but it didn't help.

If it had been anyone else, both body and soul would have been destroyed at this moment, but Meng Hao's clone was the most perfect body created by transforming it with the original bronze lamp.

It is even pure and does not contain any impurities or mixed atmosphere. What it possesses is the ultimate immortal will. It can be said that his clone is an immortal body.

Coupled with the terrifying divine will from Meng Hao himself, he still persisted under the sudden tenfold increase in pressure.

Time passed until seven or eight hours had passed. When Meng Hao's vision blurred, under this extreme pressure and in this trial of life and death, one of the six remaining lit soul lamps in his body was extinguished again!

As it was extinguished, as the vitality exploded, Meng Hao's bones healed directly, his body recovered visibly, and his cultivation gradually became active, and the dim vitality slowly erupted again.

After surviving this life and death, Meng Hao struggled to sit up. His face was pale and his breathing was rapid. When he turned around, he looked behind him. At this moment, he already understood that on this path of transcendence, as he moved forward, the pressure did not sink. It will not change, but will increase dramatically.

Obviously, the deeper you go, the

The pressure becomes more terrifying, and often without any warning, just one step away is like life or death.

Almost as soon as Meng Hao's life was restored, in the secluded place where Yan'er was in the ninth sect of the Cangmang Sect, Meng Hao's soul fire slowly recovered. Yan'er wiped away his tears, and his whole body seemed to be alive. She stared at it. Soul Fire, while silently praying for her master, she also made a decision.

"Master, I will make myself stronger as soon as possible. I will accompany you on the road to transcendence." Yan'er's eyes showed firmness, she took a deep breath and left the retreat.

From this day on, she no longer chose to close the mountain, but walked out and started to explore the Cangmang Terrace. Although the bells of the Cangmang Terrace were no longer useful to her, the other creations in the Cangmang Terrace were still helpful to her.

It is Yan'er's choice to break through Cangmantai first, and then take the path of transcendence.

Three more years have passed, and Meng Hao has been walking on this road of transcendence for six years. He has not seen anyone. It seems that he is the only one left in this world. He moves forward silently, enduring the terrifying things here. Gradually, his body seemed to adapt to the pressure. When it seemed that he could run like he did three years ago, Meng Hao faintly felt that... another round of explosion was coming.

He started to walk very cautiously, until a few months later, he suddenly saw a figure in front of him, wearing the same robe as him, walking hard, with disheveled hair, but there was a Taoist aura emanating from it.

This was the first fellow sect of the Cangmang Sect that Meng Hao had seen. But before he could say anything, the figure in front of him stepped down and suddenly his body trembled. In Meng Hao's eyes, the figure instantly melted. A piece of blood mist was created and collapsed suddenly. Even the blood mist seemed to be squeezed to the extreme in an instant and scattered in all directions.

The bloodstain quickly dissipated, and no trace could be seen on the ground. It was like the person who died a moment ago was just an illusion.

Meng Hao paused and was silent for a long time. His heart was pounding. It would be fine if he didn't see it. Even three years ago, after he first withstood the sudden increase in pressure, he still regretted if he had been prepared before. , will be better.

But now, he doesn't think so anymore.

After knowing where the limit is in advance, one is indeed prepared, but it makes it easier for people to lose the courage to move forward. The sight of watching a Tao realm turn into a blood mist in front of him made Meng Hao silence.

After a while, a gleam appeared in his eyes, he took a deep breath, his body's cultivation began to roar, and with some decisiveness and determination in his eyes, he walked forward step by step.

When he reached the critical point and took another step, which was where the Taoist monk had stepped, Meng Hao raised his right foot without trembling or hesitation. A stronger light flashed in his eyes, and he took one step down. .

With a bang, a pressure that exceeded the pressure he was enduring at the moment exploded. If we use metaphors, the pressure at this moment is twenty times stronger than when he first stepped onto this path of transcendence!

The roar was overwhelming, and in an instant, Meng Hao's body exploded, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the bones shattered rapidly with a crackling sound. The kind of pain could make a person scream in agony, but here, Meng Hao died. Gritting his teeth, the cultivation power in his body was running, holding his breath, resisting frantically, his consciousness exploded, his cultivation level exploded, and all the soul lamps in his body exploded.

Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and his body was about to be completely destroyed, he finally activated one of the five remaining lit soul lamps under this comprehensive explosion.

As the soul lamp was extinguished, vitality emerged, like rain after a long drought. Meng Hao's body recovered instantly. He breathed quickly and barely kept his standing posture. He closed his eyes for a long time before walking forward like a mortal again. go.

"There are four more..." Meng Hao murmured hoarsely, and continued to move forward, extinguishing one lamp every three years. Although this speed was still a bit slow for Meng Hao, he could still accept Bi Jie's final decision. A few lamps, if they were outside, would probably be difficult to extinguish for hundreds of years.

Only by using the pressure and explosion between life and death here to stimulate the potential of life, either life or death, can we succeed.

Three years later, in Meng Hao's ninth year on the road to transcendence, the pressure he faced was greater than he imagined. He originally thought that after twenty times, what would appear would be thirty times, but until he experienced it personally Later, I realized that it was not thirty times, but fifty times directly!

An explosion of this magnitude caused most of Meng Hao's body to collapse, filling the room with blood. His fourth soul lamp was extinguished, and he managed to survive it. After another period of training, he continued to move forward.

"There are three left!" Meng Hao, his hair disheveled and his face pale, gritted his teeth and moved forward. In his twelfth year on this path of transcendence, he finally saw other people again.

Not one person, but four people!

These four people were sitting cross-legged a hundred feet away from Meng Hao, meditating one by one. The four of them were all Taoist masters of the Three Sources, and they were not even far from the Four Sources.

Meng Hao's appearance made all four of them open their eyes. After seeing Meng Hao, the four of them couldn't help but be startled.

"Ancient Realm?"

"In the previous third calamity, no one but the Taoist Master could survive. How did this person get here!"

"This vast road has not been entered by ancient realms since ancient times, but most of them stopped before the third calamity."

"Could it be that another genius has emerged within the sect?" These four Taoist masters, who had been away from the sect for a while, were unaware of the miracles Meng Hao had created within the Cangmang Sect. At this moment, when they saw Meng Hao approaching, the four of them had something in their eyes. A flash of light.

"Which disciple are you?" At the moment Meng Hao was approaching, one of the four people spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, spreading around. (To be continued...)

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