I Shall Seal the Heavens

boom!

In the early morning of this day, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air in the basin in this elegant environment, in an attic.

The roof of the attic has long since disappeared. Like wreckage, a large amount of black ash can be seen. There are nearly a thousand monks in this area, but no matter what they are doing, they seem to be used to this kind of lightning.

The parrot was flying in mid-air, looking up at the sky from time to time, sighing with pity, but felt that he had good intentions, so he heartlessly trained those monks to practice its fairy formation again.

"This formation is people-oriented. If there are more than a hundred people, it can shake the alchemy. If the number is more than a thousand, it can trap the Nascent Soul. If the number is more than ten thousand, killing spirits is nothing. If it exceeds a million, it can shock people!

Thinking back to the time when the fifth master traveled across the nine mountains and seas and had more than ten million believers, who would dare not worship him wherever he went! "The parrot showed reminiscence in its eyes, and it seemed to be very emotional, as if it wanted to restore the glory in the memory, so it trained these monks even harder.

In the attic, Meng Hao's face was ugly, but the one who was even uglier than him was the ancestor of the Li family who was dying.

"Ancestor, you are my ancestor, please let me go..."

"I can't take it anymore, let the thunder kill me directly..." the ancestor of the Li family wailed, his soul trembling, and he was going crazy these days.

Meng Hao didn't say a word. After taking away the soul body of the ancestor of the Li family, he seemed to have no interest in looking up at the sky. He even felt completely numb to the lightning that appeared out of thin air, but he had already gotten used to it.

He has practiced the extremely skillful skill of summoning the ancestors of the Li family. It is an almost intuitive judgment, as long as lightning appears. Immediately summon the ancestor of the Li family.

Just this proficiency. Meng Hao still can't succeed every time. There were still times when he was a step slower, but Meng Hao had no choice but to let himself quickly reach a near-perfect state after being struck by lightning again and again.

Faintly, under such an environment, Meng Hao was slowly forming an intuition about thunder and lightning. Once this intuition is truly formed, it can become an instinct.

At this moment, Meng Hao couldn't make his face calm, and he looked vaguely ugly, but he was much better than the ancestor of the Li family who was taken away. He was seriously lowering his head and looking in front of him. Now his whole body was trembling and his face was pale. The ancestor of the Li family was even more miserable, a middle-aged monk who seemed to have lost all strength to move.

This monk is not from Motu. It was Ximo Zhixiu, the one who had three totems on his body that Meng Hao had fainted that day. After being brought here by Meng Hao, he sealed his body and started research.

Meng Hao likes to study,

Whether it was studying books or other pamphlets as a scholar, or starting to study spells and alchemy after stepping into the realm of comprehension.

It seems that whenever he has time, he needs to study what he has learned, and every time he has a lot of enlightenment.

But this is the first time to study people.

This middle-aged monk, Meng Hao has been studying for three days, from the inside to the outside, if there is something he doesn't understand, he will tear it off a small strip more carefully, and must make it clear in front of the other party. In vain will give up.

These three days, for Meng Hao, the research was rewarding and pleasant, but for the middle-aged man, it was like a nightmare, as if he had gone to hell alive. The feeling was hard to describe. From indifference, to mournful, to cursing and madness, to howling, and finally to Meng Hao, he felt that the other party was the most terrifying person in the entire cultivation world.

At this moment, Meng Hao was studying the blood of the middle-aged monk. He raised his right hand and directly scratched a long mark on the middle-aged man's arm, which was full of wounds and scabs, and even had a few pieces of flesh missing. He took out a lot of blood. of blood.

Send the blood into a pill furnace and start refining.

The middle-aged man's complexion was pale, his eyes were a little dull, and he was even more desperate. He didn't know how long he would have to endure this kind of life. His mind had already collapsed. Even yesterday, when Meng Hao suddenly wanted to study his brain, He was so frightened that she shed tears.

Fortunately, Meng Hao hesitated for a moment and chose to give up.

Meng Hao has always had a strong interest in the totems of the West Desert. Many times, Meng Hao found out that these totems have the power of pills, and they are also external forces.

For example, the totem breakthrough of condensed air painting, and the formation of alchemy with the power of totem in foundation building, this kind of thing gave Meng Hao a great inspiration.

After becoming the middle stage of the Perfect Golden Core, Meng Hao had a premonition that sooner or later he would break through and become the late stage of the Golden Core. Even this feeling was very strong, which made him faintly realize that maybe the catastrophe came again in its entirety and was After he survived by himself and experienced the baptism of the catastrophe, he can become the late stage of alchemy.

However, even at the later stage of alchemy, he was not sure about Yuanying Meng Hao. Yuanying was a huge step before most monks, and not many people could cross it.

Over the years, there have been quite a few in the late stage of alchemy, who can break through and become Nascent Soul, although it seems that there are many, but that is because the monks of Nascent Soul have a long lifespan, and the cumulative number has increased, but in fact, every generation can become Nascent Soul , never much.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Meng Hao lacks the exercises about the Golden Pill Scroll in the Tailingjing. Without this exercise, it would be very difficult to climb up to become a perfect baby.

It's unrealistic to obtain the exercises, and Meng Hao doesn't know where the Golden Elixir Scroll of the Supreme Spiritual Sutra is, until the totem of the monks in the West Desert. way.

"Interesting, there is no totem breath in the blood." Meng Hao stared at the alchemy furnace in front of him, watching the blood in the alchemy furnace slowly turn into mist, and after it gradually dissipated, a gleam of light appeared in his eyes.

"Skin, flesh, bones, and blood are all without exception. They are very common!" Meng Hao thoughtfully, and when he lowered his head to look at the middle-aged man, the man's heart trembled immediately. In an instant, it fell and pressed the totem on his arm.

"Only this totem has a faint demonic aura, which is the so-called Ninth Origin of Mountains and Seas." When Meng Hao raised his right hand, the middle-aged man wailed miserably, and his skin was separated from his arm, becoming a A layer of skin. While floating in Meng Hao's hands. Rapid withering visible to the naked eye. It disappeared quickly.

"Once it leaves the monk's body, the totem will disappear." Meng Hao frowned with a wave of his right hand.

"What exactly is a totem? The manifestation of the great demon of heaven and earth?" Meng Hao raised his head and looked at the sky. It was dusk now. He looked at the clouds outside the sky, and there were all kinds of thoughts in his mind, but there was no answer.

after a long time. With a wave of Meng Hao's hand, the sealed cultivation of the middle-aged man immediately recovered. He stood up tremblingly and knelt down in front of Meng Hao, trembling all over.

"You can go." Meng Hao said lightly.

These words sounded like a fairy to this middle-aged man. At this moment, he was so moved that he wanted to shed tears again. He hurried away, galloping all the way, wishing he could leave this nightmare area immediately.

for a long time. Meng Hao lowered his head again and smiled dumbly.

"It's because I'm too eager. Even if I can seal the demonic energy about this kind of totem, it will take a lot of time to really understand it. It won't be clear in a short time." Meng Hao murmured, his eyes wide open. A flash of determination flashed in the depths, since he wanted to fully understand the totem, he would never give up.

He raised his right hand to pat the storage bag, and immediately a palm-sized khaki-colored cloth appeared in Meng Hao's hand. It was very soft, more like some kind of special paper.

The edges are uneven, and this thing is the reason why Meng Hao became the Patriarch of Jin Guang. After the parrot woke up, it immediately helped Meng Hao refine the flag that it had snatched, leaving only such a small piece of cloth.

"The talisman paper used by immortals is of great benefit to me in understanding the runes of the land of black ink." Meng Hao gently stroked it with his left hand. After he became the Patriarch of Jin Guang, the scope of his search for immortal land has become wider. Bigger, with more hands, the harvest is far beyond before.

A large amount of immortal soil was sent here. Before, Meng Hao needed to comprehend it, but now, as soon as these immortal soil touches this piece of talisman paper, it will immediately be absorbed like a devouring breath, making the immortal soil lose its vitality. An extraordinary force.

With the continuous devouring, some faint imprints gradually appeared on the rune.

Meng Hao believes that as time goes by, as long as there is enough fairy soil, sooner or later the runes will reappear on the talisman paper, and as he continues to understand, once he masters this rune, even if he only masters a few Some of them are also amazing supernatural powers.

This is what Meng Hao prepared for himself. When he steps into the Nascent Soul in the future, it will be a different immortal method!

In the early morning of the next day, Meng Hao put away the talisman paper, took out his time wooden sword, and began to sacrifice again. Ever since he came to Motu, Meng Hao has always been refining the treasure of time. At this moment, his This wooden sword has fully possessed the strength of three Jiazi's years.

In addition, Meng Hao also has a lot of spring and autumn wood in the other two Jiazi's and one Jiazi's storage bags.

"It is not too difficult to refine the Treasure of the Years, and it can be refined at a certain price, but at the age of two, there is only a 30% chance of success. Once it fails, everything will be in vain.

This is not terrible, what is terrible is that the treasure of the three Jiazi's years may not be half successful... If it is not for me to have a bronze mirror, I am afraid that it will be difficult to refine one even in a lifetime. "Meng Hao looked at a wooden sword emitting a blue light in his hand. This wooden sword seemed to have water flowing on it, emitting a dazzling light. With a slight wave, it could set off ripples. Wherever the ripples passed, the surrounding The buildings began to decay.

Just as he was about to take it away, Meng Hao suddenly raised his head, glanced far away, and frowned.

"Dongluo family, can't hold it anymore?" Meng Hao spread out his spiritual sense and found the parrot. After passing a word, his body blurred for a while, as if overlapping figures appeared, and soon, it turned into a parrot. Two Meng Haos, one of them crossed their legs, and the other one stood up and merged into the ground and disappeared.

With a wave of his right hand, nine wooden swords cut out of spring and autumn wood suddenly flew out from the ground where he was crossing his knees, and flew back and forth, circling around.

Most of these wooden swords are one Jiazi, and three of them are two Jiazi. At this moment, they are surrounded by the only three Jiazi wooden sword in the air, forming a lotus shape with each other.

The tip of the sword is outside, and the ripples are visible to the naked eye like a whirlpool, swirling around the lotus shape. With the rapid rotation of the lotus shape, the attic where Meng Hao is located quickly withered, and in a blink of an eye it became fly ash and dissipated. At this moment, the aura of vicissitudes and decay was exuded. The hearts of the more than a thousand monks here were all shaken, and they all rushed out and scattered, staring blankly at Meng Hao who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, with the lotus flower spinning above his head. And the entire basin is decaying.

At this moment, the bright moon rises, and the moonlight falls on the ten swords, refracting silver light, like a blooming lotus flower, strange and beautiful... It has become a picture that everyone here will never forget in their lifetime.

In the picture, the lotus is blooming, the ancestor under the flower looks up indifferently, and the slight voice of the ancestor reverberates.

"This is the sword formation, my years sword formation!"

The second is delivered, brothers and sisters, ears are eager for monthly tickets (to be continued...) ()