I Shall Seal the Heavens

This punch brought out the ghost's extreme. Although he was not mainly based on strength, at that extreme speed, Meng Hao could see at a glance that the millions of figures before were actually the illusion caused by the opponent's tens of thousands of punches at the same time.

Meng Hao's heart was shocked. He could resist this punch, but if the black-clothed youth was still by his side, facing ghosts and demons at the same time, Meng Hao would be in countless dangers.

At the moment when this punch fell, Meng Hao roared, and his whole body burst out, resisting with all his strength. In the roar, he spurted blood. As soon as his body was thrown out, the black-clothed youth approached in an instant, and his magical powers transformed and killed Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's face was ugly, and blood spurted out again. There was no time to change this passive situation. The middle-aged man came with a punch.

Under the intertwined attacks of demons and ghosts, Meng Hao retreated step by step, his hair was disheveled, and he was extremely embarrassed. In this continuous retreat, it seemed that the defeat had completely come.

Obviously, it was not Luo Tian's idea to make Meng Hao fail. He not only wanted to make Meng Hao fail, but also wanted to devour Meng Hao to complete his Nirvana plan that he had not given up until now.

Amid the roar, the ghost shadow and the demon shadow also joined forces to kill Meng Hao's demon shadow, as if to completely shatter it.

At this moment, a cold snort came out, and the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with murderous intent. When he raised his hands, the gate of the ghost world descended again. The black big hand inside, with madness and murderousness, roared out and rushed straight to Meng Hao to grab him.

At the same time, the black-clothed young man not far away suddenly shook, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the black lines on his face almost occupied all of them. He raised his hands suddenly, and immediately behind him, a Five Finger Mountain appeared. Under the mountain, there was also a tribe. A blood-red moon appeared in the air between the tribe and the mountain!

A breath of earth-shaking aura erupted from this illusory scene, forming a force of extinction, as if carrying the entire world, directly covering and descending towards Meng Hao, and merging with the middle-aged man's ghost world gate, changing the surrounding starry sky, changing everything.

Meng Hao had imagined the difficulty of fighting against Luo Tian's original body, but he did not expect that this battle would be such a situation. Until now, Luo Tian has not really appeared, and only his eighth transformation has appeared.

At the same time, Meng Hao had to separate some of his mind to be alert to the... God who obviously has not appeared yet!

In the roar, facing the combination of ghosts and demons, Meng Hao suddenly found that the surrounding world disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a wild world.

It was as if he had returned to ancient times. There was a palm-like mountain in the distance, a tribe under the mountain, a blood moon in the sky, and a gate between heaven and earth. Countless evil spirits were roaring out of this gate.

They formed a black hand in the sky, grabbing towards Meng Hao. At the same time, the blood moon blurred and actually broke apart at this moment, turning into countless blood-colored bats, making sharp sounds and rushing straight towards Meng Hao.

All this is not over yet. The world around is distorted, as if the whole world is against Meng Hao. In this distortion, it is constantly shrinking, as if it wants to crush Meng Hao here.

The mountain fell, and countless figures appeared in the tribe, rushing to kill Meng Hao. Every blade of grass and every tree here, everything, at this moment, became a means of killing and a blade of death!

Meng Hao was silent, and a red light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he laughed. The laughter was weird, and the expression on his face was unpredictable. Sometimes it was domineering, sometimes ferocious, sometimes righteous, and sometimes evil.

He raised his right hand suddenly and roared.

"Parrot!"

As soon as the words came out, a sharp sound suddenly came from his body, the parrot flew out, and the bronze mirror behind him changed. You can see that there is a bead on the bronze mirror.

It was the bead that Dong Hu gave to Meng Hao before his death. It merged with the bronze mirror, causing the power of the bronze mirror to increase infinitely.

With the appearance of the parrot, the bronze mirror melted immediately, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped around Meng Hao's right hand, covered his entire body, and directly formed a battle armor,

Especially his right hand, the black battle soldier was ferocious, more than three feet long, shocking.

As the red cloak fluttered, Meng Hao's whole body cultivation burst out crazily. Under the blessing of the bronze mirror, his cultivation, his flesh color, and his soul all surged.

"Ghosts and demons, so what!" Meng Hao raised his head, his body suddenly rose into the air, waving the battle soldier in his hand, and raised it directly. There was a red light in his eyes, his expression was changeable, and his laughter was domineering.

"Give it to me, cut it!" Meng Hao roared, raised his left hand, and held the battle soldier together with his right hand. With both hands raised high, he slashed at the world in front of him fiercely... like the creation of the world!

With this slash, a huge crack was rumbled open. This crack penetrated the world, tore apart the approaching ghost hand, tore apart the bloody sky, tore apart countless bloody bats, tore apart many figures that appeared from the tribe, and even tore apart the Five Finger Mountain, tore apart the earth, and tore apart everything.

Boom boom boom!

The whole world was completely torn in half by this slash, completely shattered, and directly collapsed. After being torn into pieces, everything in front of Meng Hao disappeared, and what reappeared in his eyes was the broken starry sky outside the vastness, the dust that countless ruins had become, the figure of the middle-aged man who was a ghost, spurting blood and retreating, and the body of the young man in black, with a sharp look in his eyes, but also spurting blood, and had to be forced back by Meng Hao's momentum!

At this moment, Meng Hao's aura changed the color of heaven and earth, made the stars tremble, and even Naluo Tian was frightened.

Wearing a ferocious armor, the soldiers in his hands were trembling slightly. Meng Hao was breathing rapidly. In the starry sky, every breath he took made the starry sky shrink. He raised his head and swept around.

"The last eighth-transformed god, how long are you going to hide?" Meng Hao waved the soldier in his hand, his voice was hoarse, and it echoed with a sense of risk.

Almost at the moment his voice came out, a cold snort, with endless coldness, suddenly came from all directions. Almost at the same time as the sound appeared, a figure approached from a distance like lightning.

There were stars rotating between the brows of this figure. He was dressed in ice, wearing a white robe, and his white hair was swaying. He was ruthless in his indifference, and a monstrous evil spirit exploded on his body.

It was the statue on the Immortal God Continent that Meng Hao had seen before, and it was also the exact same figure as the one he had encountered before!

The only difference was that Meng Hao knew that this god, devil, and ghost were not themselves, but puppets created by Luo Tian from his memory.

Seeing the opponent's arrival, Meng Hao looked up to the sky and laughed, the fighting spirit in his eyes suddenly doubling.

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