I Shall Seal the Heavens

The roaring sound reverberated in all directions in an instant, and spread throughout a radius of hundreds of miles. The tens of thousands of monks in the southern region all around were roaring in their hearts, and even the light curtain that was so transformed by the Taoist well was distorted at this moment.

This astonishing roaring sound was followed by the sound of cracking. This sound came from the light curtain outside Meng Hao's body. This light curtain was constantly shattering. With the reverberation of the roaring sound, the light curtain was directly shattered, turning into countless fragments and sweeping towards the surroundings.

At the same time, the corner of the mouth under the mask of the blue-faced cultivator also overflowed with blood. He had already shattered six natal swords, which completely destroyed Meng Hao's Nascent Soul's blood-repairing protection, but the price was that his alchemy could not be condensed again in half a stick of incense.

But the green-faced monk didn't care. In his opinion, as long as this Fangmu didn't have the blood of the Nascent Soul, it would be easy to kill him by himself.

And the most important thing is that he only needs half a stick of incense here to be sure that the alchemy will appear again. After all, the alchemy is something he has cultivated himself, and it belongs to him. It starts from the heart. In his opinion, if there is no Nascent Soul cultivating blood on this side, then the opponent would have been captured a year ago.

"Without blood repair, I'll see how you resist!" The green-faced monk sneered, raised his right hand to pat the storage bag, and immediately a hair-like ball flew out from the storage bag, and waved forward in his hand.

"Refining Sha!" As the low voice came out, the hair ball swelled violently, and in an instant it turned into a huge net with a size of hundreds of feet. The net was black, and as soon as it appeared, a strong evil spirit surged into the sky. In addition, one after another ghost shadows could be faintly seen in those net mouths. Most of these ghost shadows had painful faces. Let out a silent and shrill roar.

"Ink soil refining evil net!! This is the cultivation of ink soil, one of the three treasures, any one of the cultivation of ink soil can refine it by himself, but because everyone's cultivation level is different. The power of the treasure is also very different due to the difference in heart and nature!"

"Indeed, it's a net made of black soil. It looks like it's made with living souls. It's a net that is made by refining living people into souls and locking them in their hair. It's amazingly powerful. It can defile all magic weapons, and it can even disperse the poison of the world. Therefore, the net is extremely vicious."

"The cultivators of Motu are really ruthless, and there are thousands of souls born from this net..." There were tens of thousands of monks from the southern region all around, and there was a buzzing sound, and many of them recognized the treasures that the green-faced monk took out.

Meng Hao narrowed his eyes slightly. The evil spirit in this refining net was overwhelming, and those roars of life spread all around, and Meng Hao felt as if his soul was about to leave his body just by looking at it.

"This person is targeting my poisonous way, unfolding this treasure!" Meng Hao raised his right hand. Immediately flicking forward, several pill bottles in front of him flew out. After exploding directly in mid-air, a large amount of mist burst out.

In the foggy room,

The refining evil net whizzed over. They came into contact with these poisonous mist in an instant, but the moment they met each other, those poisonous mist made a sound of sizzling, and were swallowed by the living souls on the soul refining net visible to the naked eye.

at the same time. Under the sweeping of the Soul Refining Net, it turned into a ring around Meng Hao, enclosing him and shrinking violently.

The green-faced cultivator kept making tactic with both hands, pointing out from time to time, the living souls on the soul-refining net would scream and scream, devouring the poisonous gas recklessly, shrinking and rushing towards Meng Hao, as if they would swallow Meng Hao alive if they got close.

The blue-faced monk's eyes showed coldness. He had more than ten kinds of spells to use, but he chose the soul refining net. The purpose was not only to avoid Meng Hao's poisonous mist, but more importantly, he wanted to make Meng Hao's death miserable.

Seeing that the fog is getting less and less, the soul refining net is shrinking continuously, and it is less than a hundred feet away from Meng Hao. Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and he felt the aura of breakthrough cultivation in his body. As he challenged the alchemy and fought, it was getting more and more at this moment, and the speed of operation was faster, and the ninth platform in his body seemed to be ready to open at any time.

"But it's still a bit worse!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed coldly, he raised his right hand suddenly, and took out one of the several kinds of poisonous pills he refined after becoming the master alchemist in Dandong...

As soon as the poisonous fire pill came out, it was immediately crushed by Meng Hao, and a sea of ​​green flames shot up into the sky as soon as it was waved, surrounded Meng Hao, and suddenly rolled and burned outwards.

At the same time, Meng Hao flicked his left hand again, and several elixirs flew out immediately. As soon as they touched the green flame, these elixirs melted immediately, forming a blue water curtain in the blink of an eye. This is the rootless elixir refined by Meng Hao!

Water and fire are inherently incompatible, but now around Meng Hao, the water curtain and the sea of ​​fire appeared to blend together, rumbled and spread towards the surroundings, and went straight to the soul refining net.

"The rootless water floats ghosts!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed. The moment his erysipelas touched the soul refining net, the rootless elixir passed softly and penetrated through the mouth of the net, but it covered the living soul on it, as if sticking and taking it away, causing it to separate for a moment.

At the moment of separation, the green poisonous fire roared past, and the meaning of burning shook all directions.

All this is a long story, but it made the blue-faced monk's eyes shrink. He raised his right hand and pointed forward without hesitation, but the moment his finger fell, Meng Hao took out more than ten black pills from the storage bag.

These elixirs did not have the slightest elixir fragrance, on the contrary, there was a feeling of shock in the world. This was not refined by Meng Hao, but he won it from Chen Jiaxi. In the alchemy world, only the golden-robed alchemists above the red-robed alchemists could refine the alchemy, Lei Faming!

There is only one piece of this item, Chen Jiaxi, which was given by his master to enlighten him, but after being won by Meng Hao, he saw how good this pill was, so he copied some of it.

With a cold light in Meng Hao's eyes, he raised his right hand and threw it violently around, and the dozen or so thunderbolts flew out instantly.

"Thunderburst!" Meng Hao said suddenly. The moment his voice came out, the dozen or so thunderbolts collapsed and exploded violently.

Lightning method, the restraint of all shadows and souls, this thunder method has little effect on monks, but the damage to souls is extremely strong.

"Fang Mu, how dare you!!" The blue-faced monk was bleeding in his heart. This soul-refining net was refined by him for many years. It is only one step away from turning the net into a streamer. At that time, the power will be even greater, and the net already has thousands of souls.

"The dark horse clears the way!" The blue-faced cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, revealing a ferocious light. He squatted halfway, raised his hands and pressed down far away, raised his head, his hands seemed to be holding something in the void while speaking, and as his body stood upright again, he slammed upwards.

All directions were dark, and the sound of inhalation came from tens of thousands of people in an instant, and in front of the green-faced monk, as his hands were grasping, nine black horses exuded a breath of death.

The nine horses were rotten all over and wore armor. When they appeared, a cold breath spread out. The nine horses neighed in the sky, rushed out, and came straight towards Meng Hao.

Obviously there were only nine horses, but at this moment, it gave people the feeling of tens of thousands of horses galloping. It seemed that there was an invisible soul sitting on this dark horse, and suddenly the dark wind howled and rushed towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed. At this moment, the soul refining network around him was being dissipated. He narrowed his eyes, and the inner crisis emerged again. But at the same time as this crisis appeared, Meng Hao clearly felt the qi in his body that could make a breakthrough in cultivation. It was more active at this moment, and it was circulating rapidly in his body. A feeling that his cultivation was about to break through appeared in Meng Hao's heart in an instant.

It seems that there is only half a step away from breaking through!

How to take this half step, Meng Hao knew very well, the only way is... to fight! !

Without any hesitation, he took a step forward. At the moment when the nine dark horses roared towards him, Meng Hao suddenly raised his right hand, pointed forward, and at the same time he pressed it, a cold light appeared in his eyes!

"The eighth ban on demon sealing!" The whole world is different in Meng Hao's eyes at this moment. His body overlaps, and everything around him overlaps, as if the whole world overlaps at this moment and becomes a phantom, and the phantom of this world is pressing down on the approaching nine dark horses.

The whole body of the nine yin horses trembled violently. Their originally lifeless red eyes suddenly showed panic at this moment. While their bodies paused for a moment, they were trembling, showing signs of collapse.

The appearance of this scene surprised the green-faced monk.

"Damn you, Foundation Establishment, today's battle has come to an end!" The blue-faced monk became furious. He couldn't kill the opponent for a long time after this attack. Tens of thousands of monks watched him, which made him feel extremely embarrassed. When the killing intent was strong at this moment, his right hand suddenly raised and pressed directly between his eyebrows. In an instant, his eyes turned red.

"Pill comes out to kill the soul!" The green-faced monk said suddenly, and immediately from his heavenly spirit, a blurred orange pill appeared faintly in an instant.

"A sword out of the soul, slaying the evil spirit!" The blue-faced cultivator's body shook, and his eyes were closed immediately, but at the moment his eyes were closed, the orange core on top of his head suddenly shattered a gap, and from the gap, an orange light flew out directly, turned into a small sword, and went straight to Meng Hao in an instant.

On that small sword, there is still a faint soul, and that soul is the green-faced monk.

This sword, ignoring all defenses, ignoring all spells, with a shocking murderous intent, will kill people with the sword!

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