I Shall Seal the Heavens

After a long time, the fierce aura on Meng Hao's body slowly dissipated. After it completely disappeared, he opened his eyes. His pupils seemed to be normal, but in the depths of the target, there seemed to be a depth that could shock others, like an impenetrable pool of water, like an impenetrable starry sky.

Meng Hao breathed out a deep breath. In his body, the eight altars emitted purple light at this moment, and they were all running together, causing bursts of spiritual power that exceeded Meng Hao's before to burst out and spread throughout Meng Hao's body.

"It's still not enough. Unfortunately, the most is now, and only the eighth Taoist platform has been opened. The last Taoist platform...is still missing a crucial step." Meng Hao was silent. The first Taoist platform was not because he didn't have enough pills, but because he had a strange feeling that the first platform had nothing to do with the pills.

This seems to be a bottleneck and needs an opportunity. Once the opportunity arrives, he doesn't need any pills. With the power of the eight Taoist platforms in his body, he can open the first Taoist platform in an instant, making his cultivation directly become the foundation building Dzogchen.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, raised his head silently and slowly, and looked outside the cave. It was still raining outside, and the pattering rainwater sprinkled all over the ground, making the rain curtain even more hazy, and the damp atmosphere permeated the surroundings.

This retreat took a very long time, Meng Hao didn't know what happened to the outside world in the past six months, and he didn't know whether Zhou Dekun had escaped the hunt or not.

After pondering, Meng Hao didn't choose to go out, but his eyes were bright, and he lowered his head and took out the Chunqiu wood from the storage bag.

Since he has been in seclusion here for more than half a year, Meng Hao doesn't care about the time being longer. He just wants to keep going out. Once he goes out, if he meets that blue-faced monk again in the future, he will correct his previous failure by killing him.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, raised his right hand to pick up the Chunqiu wood, the purple light in the palm of his hand glared for a moment, and the catalytic power was on Meng Hao. At this moment, all the cultivation bases are in operation, and with the cultivation base of his eight perfect Taoist platforms, he can use them vigorously.

The purple light became more and more intense, and the Spring and Autumn Tree in Meng Hao's hand, after absorbing all the purple light, gradually sprouted a second bud on it. At the same time, Meng Hao raised his left hand immediately, changed the sealing formula, and unfolded the age-locking technique, branding them on the Spring and Autumn Wood one by one.

"Combining the previous attempts in Qing Luozong, twenty years of time have been locked on this Spring and Autumn Tree at this moment." Meng Hao took out the jade box from the storage bag in deep thought. He took out the Hunyuan Butian Pill from it, stared at it carefully, and compared it with Chunqiumu.

"Years are like poison, use this poison to refine treasures, and integrate the vitality of others..." The scene of Chen Jiaxi swallowing the Hunyuan Butian Pill came to Meng Hao's mind. After a long time, he took a deep breath and started holding the Spring and Autumn Wood again. Catalytic years included.

Time passed slowly, and another ten days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Meng Hao looked solemn. The color of the spring and autumn wood in his hand had turned half gray. At this moment, a full fifty years had passed on it.

The further in the future, the more cultivation needs to be paid by Meng Hao. The rate of catalysis is also slower.

Now he is in the last ten years of his first Jiazi. Once the catalysis is over, this Spring and Autumn Wood will be completely different from before.

At dusk, the rain outside was still pattering, and Meng Hao's entire mind was immersed in the Spring and Autumn Wood, constantly catalyzing it. But at this moment, his complexion suddenly changed, and the spring wood in his hand trembled violently, which was visible to the naked eye. The decay has begun.

It was as if more than fifty years had been uncontrollably released on this piece of Chunqiu wood in an instant, no matter what magical features this piece of Chunqiu wood had, it seemed to be rotten at this moment, gradually turning into fly ash, and falling on Meng Hao's hands.

Meng Hao's face was ugly. He looked down at the gray marks in front of him, and then at his right hand. At this moment, his right hand was actually a little older. Although it was not fifty years, this failure also caused a certain amount of backlash.

Meng Hao was silent, he didn't pay attention to his right hand, but frowned.

"It's no wonder that this treasure is rare in the world, because the process of refining this treasure of time is extremely complicated, and one failure will waste all previous efforts. Even if it is at the end, it has paid a huge price, but if you make a mistake, everything will be nothing.

Moreover, every time you fail, you have to bear the backlash of time..." Meng Hao clearly noticed that this time backlash, his vitality was invisibly dissipated.

"However, if it is said that someone can refine this thing, then this person... must be me." Meng Hao murmured with a bright light in his eyes. He slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and immediately took out another piece of Spring and Autumn Wood to catalyze it again.

Time passed, and in the middle of the night, the Spring and Autumn Wood in Meng Hao's hand contained ten years, until more than ten days passed, and on this day, the Spring and Autumn Wood in Meng Hao's hand was locked by him again for fifty years.

He took a deep breath, swallowed some pills to restore his spirits, and opened his eyes an hour later. Meng Hao did not immediately catalyze the last Jiazi ten years, but took out the bronze mirror, and used the spirit stones left after duplicating the pills in its storage bag to make a copy of the Spring and Autumn Wood, which contained the power of fifty years.

Fortunately, the Spring and Autumn Mu Jiazi Years is a watershed, if it is not reached, it will not be a magic weapon, and it will not cost too much spirit stone to copy, but Meng Hao has a vague feeling that once the Jiazi Years are locked and become a treasure, the cost of copying will increase dramatically.

A moment later, there was a bang, Meng Hao's face was ugly, his entire right hand was old, after Chunqiumu failed again, Meng Hao had not much remaining spirit stones at this moment, endured the heartache at this moment, spent almost all of it, copied another one, and catalyzed it again.

This time, the catalysis lasted for two full days, until two days later, the Spring and Autumn Wood in Meng Hao's hand had completely turned gray. Following the branding of the Age Locking Technique, the Spring and Autumn Wood exuded a sense of vicissitudes of life.

Chunqiumu, which contains a period of sixty years, has successfully appeared!

Meng Hao's breath became short of breath. He stared at the Chunqiu wood in his hand, and his eyes gradually showed light. On this Chunqiu wood, he felt the same sense of time as Hunyuanbutian's, but it was much lighter, but it did exist.

"It's a pity that the spirit stone is gone. This treasure will definitely consume a lot of spirit stones in the future, but now we have refined a six-year-old treasure. If its power is considerable, it will be enough!" Meng Hao's eyes flickered, staring at Chunqiumu in his hand, and after a moment of pondering, he cut off his left hand continuously on the top.

After a while, a simple wooden sword appeared in front of Meng Hao. This wooden sword looked rough, but in Meng Hao's eyes, this rough wooden sword was the first magic weapon he made himself.

Meng Hao carefully looked at the Suiyue wooden sword in his hand, put it in the storage bag, and then took out some jade bottles, each of which contained blood, which was the blood of three generations of ancestors that Meng Hao obtained in the name of refining soul pills when he was in Qing Luozong.

"The thirteen people of the Qing Luo Sect refine it, and there are five people who have three generations of ancestral blood... With the three generations of ancestral blood of these five people, five small blood bodies can be refined." Meng Hao pondered for a while, and the description of the blood body in the inheritance of the blood fairy came to mind.

"The blood body is like a shadow, it melts into the shadow, and exists like a clone. Life and death are within a single thought of the deity. It has 20% to 30% of the cultivation power of the deity. If you can be promoted to become a blood spirit, you can show 100% of the deity's cultivation. And the final ancestral blood, the refined blood god, can return to the ancestors and defy the sky!" Meng Hao was silent for a moment, his eyes showed a cold light. Tao has its own understanding.

"Just like poison, there are three thousand spells, and the road is endless. It's all about your own choice." Meng Hao raised his right hand with a wave, and began to refine the blood body according to the method inherited by the blood fairy.

This refining method uses one's own blood as the spirit, and is assisted by the blood of three generations of other people's ancestors. It also requires a sacrificial object. According to the inheritance of the blood fairy, this object is very important, but everything in the world, every plant, every tree, or even a stone and soil. Even the blood fairy back then used the human skin of the enemy as a sacrifice.

If this thing is not destroyed, the blood body will not be destroyed, and the higher the degree of fusion, the higher the cultivation level that the blood body can display.

Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and for this sacrificial object, he chose frozen skin!

The last time the skin was frozen and molted, a large amount of residue was left behind, which was taken away by Meng Hao. Now, he took out five fingernail-sized fragments and started the blood body refinement inherited by the blood fairy.

Time passed slowly, three months later...

The Dao Well in the western part of the Southern Territory has changed from erupting once a month to almost once every three days. This time will decrease as time goes by, until once every two days, once a day, and finally multiple times a day, until it exists forever!

According to the records of the Nanyu Zongmen's classics, the eruption of Daojing will disappear completely after seven days of continuous appearance.

With the reduction of time, the Tianjiao of the major sect families in the western part of the southern region, during this period, seize all the time to comprehend, and strive to obtain fortune at the last juncture.

Until this day, Li Shiqi, the Daoist of the Blood Demon Sect, by the Dao Well, realized a breakthrough and stepped into the alchemy.

After her, Li Daoyi, the Daoist of the Li family, did not decline after his defeat against Xu Qingshi. Instead, he rose at this moment and became a member of the Southern Territory.

The Southern Territory was a sensation.

It was at this time that Meng Hao came out for the first time from the cave where he had been retreating for nearly a year. His hair had grown, and wrinkles appeared on his right hand inside his sleeve. He was no longer wearing the Ziyun Sect's master alchemist robe, but a blue long gown.

On this rainy morning, Meng Hao's figure turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the distant sky.

His expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to contain stars, unfathomably deep.

Although his cultivation is still Foundation Establishment, at this moment, his real combat power cannot be measured by Foundation Establishment monks, just how strong he is...

Meng Hao also wanted to witness it!

So, he wants to fight!

To fight against the world, to fight against Wutai, to fight... to shock the world!

Go look for that ray of opportunity for cultivation breakthrough! ()