I Shall Seal the Heavens

Standing in mid-air, Meng Hao closed his eyes to cover the bloodshot eyes and the shock from his mind. Even he never thought that triggering the three tail banners would have such earth-shattering power.

And this... is just the first tail, and it is not the appearance of the three tail streamers at all, but the fusion of Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness and this treasure, and the power of a magic treasure projection promoted by himself.

But it was the power of such projection that turned into a broken banner that covered the sky and the ground, blocked the eyes of tens of thousands of monks here, and made the whole world dark.

It seems that at this moment, the sky and the earth are separated into two halves, the sky is the sky, the earth is the earth, the banner is in the sky, it becomes the earth, and in the earth, it becomes the banner sky!

What fades away is the world, what fades away is the mind, and what fades away is the entire universe.

An indescribable depression, an unprecedented sense of danger, at this moment, surfaced in the hearts of every monk here, which could not be dissipated, like a big stone pressing down on the body.

At this moment, the entire Bafang fell into dead silence.

Everyone's body exuded a gray aura, and this aura lingered around, as if forming a mist, one could only see that outside the gray mist, among the broken banners fluttering, it was like the twisting of the sky and the earth, like the hundreds of miles around, at this moment, the sky changed, and the meaning...

It seems that one side of this broken banner has turned into the sky, and its other side has become the earth.

I don't know how long it took, maybe in an instant, the color of the sky returned, the things that covered the earth disappeared, the gray mist also dispersed, and the banner that was enough to shock the sky before... disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Only Meng Hao was still in midair, the entire sky. Apart from him, there is no other living person, whether it is a cultivator of Motu or a monk in the Southern Region. When the banner danced in the sky before, the body trembled and sank to the ground involuntarily.

Besides Meng Hao, there was also a headless corpse, which seemed to be frozen in mid-air, until now it fell to the ground. That corpse was the blue-faced old man!

Everything, at this moment, ends.

The sound of inhalation. The horrified thoughts in my heart exploded at this moment as one after another's eyes focused on Meng Hao.

"Motu green face...death..."

"Using the cultivation of the foundation to kill the monks who formed the alchemy, this matter... this matter..."

"This square tree has such fighting power,

The Dao Well was dried up because of him, what kind of good fortune did he get in this well! ! "

"He is still an alchemist, the master alchemist of the Dandong lineage, and has the strength to surpass the Taoists of all sects. This person... will definitely be the number one person of this generation in the Southern Region in the future!"

"But what I'm more concerned about is what kind of technique this person just performed? This technique can actually cut knots!"

When the sound of humming and discussion reverberated in an instant, Motu Luochong and Xu Fei's faces under the masks were pale. They stared blankly at Meng Hao in midair. Before this battle, they thought that they were the proud sons of heaven, the current Southern Region. In the same situation. Few people can surpass them, at most they can only stand at the same height as them.

But after this battle. They suddenly discovered that whether they were themselves or Daozi Tianjiao of the Southern Territory. At this moment, all the monks have become the green leaves that set off the square tree in front of their eyes.

Compared with this Fang Mu, I and others, no matter how high their qualifications are, even if they are all attention-grabbing sedan chairs in the sect, but compared with this person... they can only be regarded as ordinary people!

For example, this square tree is the scorching sun in the sky, because it is too bright and dazzling, so that all the stars beside it, whether unwilling or unconvinced, no matter what their thoughts are, they can only choose to be dim...

Among the same generation, there appeared such an evildoer who could build foundations and destroy alchemy. For all the people of the same generation, this was a double oppression, both physically and mentally.

Wang Lihai was pale and silent, Han Shandao shook his head with a wry smile, and sighed inwardly. Daozi of the Jin Hanzong, Song Yunshu of the Song family, and other sects who thought they were at the peak of foundation establishment all looked at Meng Hao with deep awe in their eyes.

What they are in awe of is Meng Hao's cultivation. What they are in awe of is a person with such a cultivation. He is the main furnace of Dandong. All of this will make them understand that in the future Southern Territory, Fang Mu's name will be known to everyone, and will become a part of the Southern Territory!

Fight and become famous!

All eyes were on Meng Hao who had his eyes closed at the moment in midair. As the humming and discussion gradually dissipated, the surrounding area fell into dead silence again.

Such quietness, such dead stillness, in many cases, represents horror...

From the eyes of everyone, there is complexity, shock, awe, envy, and jealousy...

These different gazes seemed to be able to turn into invisible sharp swords, surrounding Meng Hao, as if as long as Meng Hao showed the slightest weakness, these sharp swords would kill him in one fell swoop without hesitation.

Meng Hao's strength has shocked everyone today to the point of envy. This is why he always changed his appearance before and refused to reveal his real body easily.

If this battle hadn't been crucial to Meng Hao's breakthrough, he still wouldn't have revealed himself when his wings were not full.

No one would pursue the death of the blue-faced old man in the open, whether it be Daozi Motu or the other two blue-faced monks. They would not have pursued the matter at this moment, when Meng Hao's momentum was the strongest and the minds of the cultivators in the Southern Territory were shaken.

But... the current state is a bit strange, the gazes from the cultivators made the eyes of the other two blue-faced old men in Motu flicker slightly.

They were staring at Meng Hao, Wang Lihai, the Taoist son of the Wang family, was also staring at him. His right hand seemed to be placed aside casually, but only he knew that the Wang family's Suzaku Three Fingers had been brewing in his hand.

Yijianzong Han Shandao squinted his eyes, his face that seemed bold, now also had a gloomy face.

The Daoist of the Jin Hanzong, as well as the Tianjiao of other sects, but those who have been defeated by Meng Hao these days, all of them are looking at Meng Hao at this moment.

They didn't dare to make a move yet... If Meng Hao was just Meng Hao, they wouldn't have too many worries, and Motu wouldn't have too many scruples, so they just shot. But Meng Hao...he is Fang Mu!

The main alchemist of the Dandong lineage of Ziyunzong!

In a person's life, he will build one net after another as he grows up. If he wants to kill a person without any trouble, he must first cut off his net. Only in this way can there be no worries, otherwise, there is no difference between murder and suicide.

Like before, Meng Hao was just Meng Hao, he didn't have this kind of net, so everyone dared to attack him if he wanted to kill him.

But right now. The identity of Dandong's lineage is the most powerful layer of net outside Meng Hao's body at the moment.

Regarding this matter, when Meng Hao joined the backer sect, he had already realized that the backer is actually a part of the net in life.

Wang Lihai didn't move, but at this very moment, a member of the Wang family turned towards Meng Hao who was in mid-air. Take a step.

The fall of this step was like stepping on the heart of the cultivator here, Luo was moved!

At this moment, those two old men with dark green faces also took steps...

In this oppressive silence, at this seemingly calm but actually extremely dangerous moment, Meng Hao who was in mid-air suddenly opened his closed eyes at this very moment.

The moment he opened his eyes. The footsteps of the arrogant Wang family trembled. After stopping, Luo Chong also froze. Looking at Meng Hao, the two blue-faced monks also paused.

Everyone at the moment. Qi Qi looked at Meng Hao with a more appreciative gaze than before.

Meng Hao's face was as usual, still indifferent, the cold light in his eyes not only did not decrease, but became stronger, faintly hidden in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of sarcasm.

On his body, there is no trace of injury, as if he could kill the knot before, and now he can still kill the second knot!

"The perception of this well contains a kind of supernatural power. Fang is the main furnace alchemist of the Dandong lineage. He is not good at fighting with others, so his understanding is not deep, and he can't send and receive freely. Fellow Motu, forgive me."

He stood calmly in mid-air, looking at everyone indifferently.

Time seemed to freeze, and after a while, the two green-faced monks took a deep look at Meng Hao, turned into Changhong, and walked away into the distance. Meng Hao's identity was their biggest concern. Everyone in the Southern Region knew that alchemy ghosts protect weak points. Whoever touches his alchemist will touch the opponent's land!

Motu Taoist Luo Chong and Xu Fei also silently glanced at Meng Hao before turning and leaving.

With the departure of Motu monks, the monks in the southern region recovered from the terrible silence before. It seemed that the atmosphere around them was no longer depressed, but became active. When they were about to talk to Meng Hao one by one, Meng Hao cupped his fists and bowed to everyone on the ground in mid-air.

"Thank you fellow Taoists for your help. This battle has touched Fang a lot, and the supernatural power of that type of comprehension also needs to be carefully understood. In addition, a few days ago, the sect received an order to return to the sect immediately. You will go to the Purple Fortune Sect in the future, and Fang will treat you with a feast." What Meng Hao used was only the power of projection. From outsiders' perspective, it was a kind of mysterious magical power.

As for the cultivator's mind, with such a record, he will always have self-confidence in the future, whether it is future practice or spells, it will be of great benefit.

At this moment when everyone understood, Meng Hao clasped his fists at the Daozi of the various sects in the Southern Region, thanked him for his help before, and did not stay here too much, turned around and turned into a Changhong, roaring away.

Until Meng Hao flew far away, Wang Lihai and others frowned and had to look away. Up to now, they still couldn't grasp Meng Hao's depth. Because of the existence of Zi Yunzong, they didn't dare to act rashly, they could only sigh from the bottom of their hearts.

Meng Hao's speed was extremely fast, until one day out of the flight, his complexion quickly turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out violently, his whole body was extremely weak in an instant, but he gritted his teeth and flew into a mountain below, where... it was his previous retreat cave.

After stepping into the cave, Meng Hao spewed out blood again. After sitting cross-legged, he took out the pill and swallowed it immediately. With a wave of his right hand, a large amount of poison pill flew out again, turning into mist and covering the surrounding area.

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The monthly ticket fell to the second place. Looking up, you can see the big pink and white buttocks of the skeleton. You can't help but raise your hand to touch it. It feels good. Brothers and sisters, come and touch it together ()