I Shall Seal the Heavens

"Noisy." Meng Hao said lightly, without looking at the Changhong and the illusory tripod that were approaching quickly, he raised his right hand and slapped on the storage bag, and a simple-looking wooden sword immediately appeared in his hand.

With a wooden sword in hand, he swung his sleeve towards the Changhong cauldron and slashed it!

The slash of the wooden sword cut open a straight line, white awns towering to the sky, passing by in an instant, and ripples of nothingness reverberated, as if there was some kind of avenue contained in this seemingly random sword, and nothingness was twisted between the ripples, as if years were like the wind, sweeping past.

When I touched the approaching Changhong and touched a flying ax inside the Changhong, six years turned into wind and rain in an instant. When it swept past, black spots appeared on the flying ax, like rusty spots, and spread out in an instant.

The wind is still there, blowing through the illusory cauldron, the cauldron trembles and twists, as if the Jiazi years have passed, and it is illusory, it cannot last for a long time in the world, this illusory cauldron with infinite power dissipates in an instant.

Until the wind fell on the body of Motu Daoist Luo Chong, passing gently, it took away the vitality of his skin, wrinkled his exposed hands instantly, made his face under the mask look old in an instant, and made his vitality. When he retreated, his eyes showed horror and disbelief.

"You..." He trembled and his face was pale. When the skin is dry. The whole person lost weight immediately. The mask on his face fell off in an instant, revealing a half-black white hair, revealing a face like an old man, there was still a ray of heroism remaining on that face, but the expression of awe, the eyes with the meaning of terror, was in an instant, making the surroundings dead silent.

Those three green-faced monks. Standing up abruptly, each and every one of them showed serious eyes. After a brief silence, the tens of thousands of monks from the Southern Region around the land burst into gasps of astonishment.

The other Taoist, Xu Fei, changed her complexion drastically at this moment, she subconsciously stepped back a few steps, her eyes were terrified, and she suddenly looked at Meng Hao.

Wang Lihai, Han Shandao, they also gasped. Everyone was dumbfounded and their hearts roared.

Such supernatural powers. It was enough to shock the world. From the beginning to the end, Meng Hao only made one sword!

A sword corrupted the axe, dissipated the magic cauldron, and took away Luo Chong's sixty-year-old years. All of this immediately turned into shock and buzzing.

"This is... what kind of technique is this!!"

"It's the sword,

It should be the amazing supernatural power of that sword! "

"No wonder he dared to challenge Jiedan, who is he...he is wearing a green robe, could it be..."

With the roaring all around, Motu Daoist Luo Chong's body trembled, his expression was stunned and dazed, and when his face was pale, Meng Hao flicked his sleeves and spoke lightly.

"Take your Jiazi years, and let you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick." After Meng Hao finished speaking, he didn't even look at Motu Daozi, but looked at Wang Lihai and Han Shandao.

"Your Excellency's current face is the real appearance, right? Wang was convinced after the defeat that day, but in the future, there will be another battle between you and me!" Wang Lihai looked at Meng Hao and said suddenly.

"The faceless man in the green robe... I have learned the lesson before I go down." Yijianzong Han Shandao, also slowly spread the words, cupping his fists and bowing.

When the two of them spoke, the tens of thousands of people around the well immediately became quiet again, but this time the silence only lasted for a few breaths, and then there was an earth-shattering buzzing and uproar.

"What! He is a faceless man in green robe!"

"The faceless man in the green robe, the amazing generation who has risen these days, sweeping Tianjiao, overwhelming Daozi, it turned out to be him!!"

"No wonder he wants to challenge Jie Dan, because he is a faceless man in green robe!!"

"I don't know which sect this green-robed faceless man belongs to. With such aptitude, no matter which sect he belongs to, he should be a Taoist!"

There was an uproar one after another, and one after another looked at Meng Hao with fiery eyes. These days, the faceless man in blue robe has a great reputation, and because of his mystery, almost everyone in the western part of the southern region knows about it.

Luo Chong took a deep breath and took a few steps back. Before he came here, he also heard about the achievements of the faceless man in green robe, and he already regarded him as a strong enemy in his heart, but he never thought that the person in front of him turned out to be the faceless man in green robe. What made him feel even more bitter was his own defeat.

This defeat was seen by tens of thousands of monks here, and it might not be long before the whole ordeal will know that Luo Chong, the Daoist of Motu, was wiped out of a lifespan by a sword.

"Three blue-faced elders, kill this man!" Luo Chong's eyes showed a stern light, and when he stepped back, amidst the humming of the surrounding monks, he suddenly spoke, his voice was sharp, with a piercing hatred, and when it came out, the eyes of the remaining two of the three blue-faced monks suddenly flashed with murderous intent.

Meng Hao's expression remained the same, without any change. He had already anticipated this scene when he chose to make a move. At this moment, almost as soon as Luo Chong finished speaking, Meng Hao's voice came out again.

This time, it was said to the tens of thousands of monks in the southern region here.

"Dear friends from the Southern Region, Fang Mu, the master of the Ziyun sect, was ambushed by Motu Xiu in the barren ridge a year ago. The life and death of his companion, Zhou Dekun, the master alchemist, is unknown. Fang escaped by chance and realized that his cultivation has risen outside this lake. Today's battle is against the enemy of the day. Please witness it!"

"The main furnace alchemist...he...he is actually the main furnace of the Dandong lineage!!"

"Fang Mu, I remembered, the Dandong lineage did have a master alchemist named Fang Mu more than a year ago!"

"He is Fang Mu, he is the alchemist of the main furnace!!" The tens of thousands of monks below were once again in an uproar, all of them looked at Meng Hao in unison, and their minds were already shocked. The identity of the faceless man in the green robe had already shocked them, but what shocked them even more at this moment was the words alchemist of the main furnace.

This was beyond their imagination, and they could never imagine such a person who overwhelmed Daozi as a master alchemist who also had a great reputation and was respected by others!

At this moment, it seemed that all the eye-catching halos were concentrated on Meng Hao alone, attracting everyone's attention!

"No wonder he challenged the heroes, but he never killed a single person from the beginning to the end!"

"Master Fang Mu fights people for the sake of enlightenment, but as an alchemist, he has no enmity with others, so he has no murderous intentions, only for fighting. This is my alchemist in the Southern Region, and this is my Tianjiao cultivator in the Southern Region!!"

As the uproar reverberated, Mo Tu Daozi Luo Chong's expression completely changed. He stared blankly at Meng Hao, his mind was buzzing. Meng Hao's identity not only shocked everyone, but also shook his mind.

Xu Fei beside him was also short of breath, looking at Meng Hao with disbelief.

The three blue-faced monks all had gloomy expressions, except for the emaciated one, the other two frowned.

"Today's battle is a battle between Fang and this person. If outsiders intervene, or if other cultivators of Motu participate, please stop it!" Meng Hao's eyes showed a strong murderous intent, and he glanced at the thin green-faced man.

"The royal family of the Southern Region, witness this battle. If someone interferes with Motu's cultivation, it will be Motu's enemy against my royal family!" Wang Lihai's eyes flashed, and he spoke suddenly.

"One Sword Sect in the Southern Region, witness this battle. If there is a second person to attack Motu Xiu, he will be the enemy of One Sword Sect!"

"Jin Hanzong of the Southern Region, witness this battle! If the cultivator of Motu dares to besiege, Jin Hanzong will definitely investigate!"

"Southern Blood Demon Sect, witness this battle!"

"Qing Luozong of the Southern Region, witness this battle!"

"The Song family in the Southern Region, witness this battle!"

"Southern Territory..."

One after another voices came from all directions. On the ground, none of the tens of thousands of Southern Region monks sat cross-legged in meditation. Instead, they stood up one by one, and looked at the Motu monk in the air with unkindness.

All the families, all the sects, all heard voices at this moment, and the voices fused together and turned into a shocking sound wave.

Although the monks here are all foundation-building cultivators, they are the best in countless sects and families in the southern region. They may not be able to influence the choice of the sect, but they can influence the attitude of the sect. Especially at this moment, almost everyone is spreading such words, which undoubtedly makes the cultivator of Motu feel forced to a desperate situation.

If one is not good, it can even cause another big battle between Nanyu and Motu!

Luo Chong's complexion changed drastically, his body trembled, Xu Fei beside him was short of breath, and the men in black around him were extremely nervous, and they all started to work.

The complexions of the three green-faced men also changed.

"This matter is a personal grievance between Yang and this little boy. It has nothing to do with others or the whole Motu. Fangmu little boy, since you want to die, I will help you!" The thin and blue-faced cultivator, with a gloomy face under the mask, stepped out while speaking. When his voice echoed, all the cultivators around him retreated one by one, causing only him and Meng Hao to be left in midair!

Here, it has suddenly become the battlefield for the two of them!

"You created such a tomb with all your heart and soul. If Yang doesn't fulfill you, I will feel sorry for myself." The green-faced monk said lightly, with murderous intent in his eyes. When he raised his right hand, a pale yellow aura suddenly appeared outside his body, which was his alchemy!

The aura was tumbling and changeable, and a sword was faintly illusory.

Meng Hao's expression was solemn. This battle was very important to him. At this moment, not only his cultivation was circulating in his body, but also a wisp of invisible Qi was also rotating along with it, as if eager to grow stronger again following Meng Hao's attack, until it turned into an aura that impacted his cultivation and made a breakthrough in his cultivation.

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