I Shall Seal the Heavens

The roar echoed and the crowd dispersed until about an hour later, Yichenzi looked ferocious, holding five heads in mid-air and performing a blood sacrifice to all the tribesmen below.

After this blood sacrifice lasted for two days, Yichenzi waved away and took away all the supplies. Through the blood sacrifice, he kept his cultivation at the peak, and even showed signs of a breakthrough.

"If I kill tens of thousands more people, I might be able to break through and reach the late Nascent Soul stage! However, although I don't know what the name of this tribe is, it is also very ruthless. There are four to five thousand people, and all of them are members of the tribe who have cultivated abilities. It is estimated that all the ordinary tribesmen have been left in their original tribes to fend for themselves." Yichenzi's eyes flashed, and when he raised his right hand, he took out a jade slip. Inside this jade slip was a pair of The map, in the map, introduces the entire northern West Desert in great detail.

"You can't provoke the Five Poisons, and the same goes for the Yanbing. Unless my cultivation reaches the late Nascent Soul stage, otherwise, even if I can win, it will take too much cultivation.

This damn Purple Rain, if I hadn't been good at blood sacrifices and owned some fairy land, I would have died of exhaustion of spiritual energy here. "Yichenzi muttered a few words, licked his lips, and looked at the jade slip map again.

"The Five Crow God Tribes? The former Crow God Tribe. This time, there should be someone from their tribe in the Xuqiao Realm. This tribe just fought with the Five Poison Tribes...

This is this tribe. Although I don’t know how many people are left, after all, it was once the majority. It should be able to resist the attack of the Five Poison Tribe. It should have a lot of background. The most important thing is that the tribe members in their tribe who went to the Xuqiao Realm, if He's not dead and should be back. Maybe I can harvest some more fairy land? "Yichenzi's eyes flashed, revealing a cruel light, and his body swayed. Just when he was about to follow the map to the location of Wushen's five divisions, he suddenly paused.

"There are people from the Five Crow God Tribes who went to the Xuqiao Realm. It can't be that damn Meng Hao who killed a thousand swords, right? I don't think I will be so unlucky." Yichenzi just thought about it for a moment and smiled hoarsely. , secretly thinking that he was too suspicious, twenty-three people. Not counting myself, there are twenty-two people scattered throughout the Western Desert. The possibility of meeting each other is very slim.

Thinking of this, Yichenzi's eyes showed cruelty, his body swayed, and he ran straight into the distance, meeting all the tribes he encountered on the way. No one was left alive, all were killed, and blood sacrifices were made along the way.

It made his cultivation higher and higher, and made his character better. He became more and more cruel, especially after feeling that he was about to break through in cultivation, Yichenzi's killings became even more ferocious.

His speed is getting faster and faster, and he is getting closer and closer to the area where Wushen Wubu is located.

"I can already smell the scent of flesh and blood..." Yichenzi licked his lips and whizzed straight into the distance. In front of him, there was a mountain!

This mountain is bare,

There is a vast ocean under the mountain. Fortunately, it is not very big. It is better to be called a big lake than an ocean.

In the lake. This mountain peak stands tall, and there are many sheds built on the top of the mountain to protect it from the rain. This is the Wushen tribe, which is where Meng Hao left. It's been five months.

Of the more than 2,000 tribesmen, only a thousand or so are still alive at this moment. Hundreds of tribesmen were exterminated one by one in these five months. Amid the funeral songs and cries of the tribesmen, they were buried on the mountain peak. But everyone knows that maybe it won't be long before this place... will become the bottom of the sea.

On the mountain peak, there are dedicated tribesmen who go down every day to measure the rising range of the sea water in order to calculate the time they have left.

"Yesterday to today, it rose two feet... and thorns and vines grew up. At the bottom of the lake, I saw it struggling..." In the shed, the clan leader of the Wubing tribe had gray hair, a haggard look, and a skinny body. Ruchai sat there silently, looking at the sky and earth in the distance, like the eternal purple rain. The one speaking next to him was the great elder of the Wu'an tribe.

He spoke bitterly and in a low voice, as if he didn't want more people to hear.

"It has been five months. Lord Holy Ancestor may have left here...the power of the thorns and vines has also dissipated quickly..."

"Have you left... It's okay, but he said that he would bring us a hope." The clan leader of the Wubing tribe spoke hoarsely, his eyes had lost their luster.

"Hope..." The great elder of the Black An tribe became even more bitter. He looked back at the clansmen in the shed behind him, and saw that each of them was silent, full of bleakness. They were clearly open, but there was no difference between them and closed. Eyes, and bodies as skinny as wood.

They have no hope.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth becomes thinner, as the purple rain gets bigger and bigger, and the vitality disappears, it is difficult for ordinary people to survive. Even the monks are almost withered at this moment, and it is difficult to maintain their realm.

"He will come back." The clan leader of the Wubing tribe spoke softly, his voice not high, but with a certain persistence. He believed in what Meng Hao said before leaving, and he believed that Meng Hao would definitely come back.

The great elder of the Wu'an tribe sighed softly and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed and he raised his head. Almost at the moment he raised his head, the gray-haired old man of the Wu'an tribe also raised his head in an instant. The head and the originally withered body seemed to be functioning again at this moment, and the dim eyes revealed an aggressive light for a moment.

Not only the two of them were like this, but there were two people behind them who also had their cultivations exploded in an instant, showing threats and looking towards the sky.

In the past five months, they have been constantly vigilant and extremely vigilant towards everyone who comes here. Fortunately, in the past five months, only three groups of people have appeared, and two of them were blocked by thorns and vines. As time went by, the thorn vines gradually weakened, until finally they sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared.

It was also during that time that the third group of passers-by came and started a short fight with the Wushen tribe. In that battle, the Wubing tribe spent all their cultivation to kill an early Nascent Soul member of the opponent. After becoming strong, they can intimidate all parties, and this will end the war.

After all, in this catastrophe, there is no difference between losing both sides and dying.

Now, it is the fourth group of people who have arrived in the past five months. Although there is only one person this time, in today's environment, being alone is more dangerous!

Especially the Changhong that the figure of the visitor turned into was earth-shaking, roaring with momentum, the sound echoed, and the sound burst spread, revealing the peak of the mid-stage Yuanying, infinitely close to the majestic cultivation of the late stage of the Yuanying.

This cultivation level. The moment he was sensed by the Black Soldier Tribe Lord, his complexion changed completely, and the great elder of the Black An Tribe next to him was even more deeply shaken.

The two people at the back. His face turned pale in an instant.

With the strength of the Wushen Division at this moment, if the opponent only has it, then even if the five Wushen Divisions try their best, they still cannot stop it.

Yichenzi saw the mountain peak where Wushen Wubu was located, and saw more than a thousand people on the mountain peak, and immediately frowned.

"Why are there so few people?" Yichenzi snorted coldly. There were few people here, which made him feel that it was not worthwhile to come here. At this moment, he took a step and headed straight for the mountain peak.

"Although there are few people, we can't waste it." A cruel look flashed in Yichenzi's eyes. As soon as he got closer, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed forward fiercely.

Under this finger, a wave of ripples suddenly reverberated. It turned into a big hand of black mist and roared towards the mountain peak.

Seeing that the finger of mist was about to come, the clan leader of the Wubing tribe suddenly stepped away, so fast that he was in mid-air in an instant, and raised his right hand and waved forward. With a low roar, an extremely sharp totem power suddenly burst out from the skinny old man.

The metallic totem instantly surged into the sky, heading straight for the big hand of mist.

With a bang, the big hand of mist collapsed. The Wubing tribal chief spurted out blood, and his body fell backwards. He returned directly to the mountain peak, where he spurted out blood again, and his body immediately succumbed. His spiritual energy was almost exhausted. As he laughed miserably, all the people from the Wushen tribe behind him stood up, showing despair.

"Don't say that your cultivation level has withered now. Even if your cultivation level is as usual, it is not difficult to kill you! But a mere Crow God has so little ability? Where is your Totem Saint Ancestor? Where is your tribal magic weapon? , It is really weak and vulnerable. There is no need for such a tribe to exist. Instead of dying in the catastrophe, it is better to die under my blood sacrifice and become a part of my cultivation." Yichenzi spoke proudly, regarding the tribe's totem saint Zu, he has a special way to fight against him, which is what he relies on to conquer the Western Desert and destroy his tribe.

"After the Holy Ancestor comes back, he will definitely not let you go. If you dare to attack our Wushen tribe, you must be prepared to bear the price of the Holy Ancestor's wrath!!" Wu Chen was also in the crowd, his body was shaking at the moment, and he spoke sternly. .

When his voice came out, the eyes of the surrounding Wushen tribe members seemed to be lit with hope.

"The Holy Ancestor will definitely come back!"

"The Holy Ancestor will return with hope!!"

"The return of the Holy Ancestor? It seems that you are a tribe that has been abandoned by the Totem Saint Ancestors. Even if your Holy Ancestor returns, I, Yichenzi, will seal him so that he can see you being sacrificed to blood with his own eyes." Yichen After hearing this, Zi smiled with contempt, raised his right hand and waved again.

This time, as the ripples spread rapidly, four pieces of pitch-black mist formed four big hands, roaring like black dragons in the air, heading straight for Wushen Mountain with murderous intent.

At the moment when the people of the Wushen tribe were desperate, just as these four big hands roared towards them, four vines roared out from the sea water below the top of the mountain. They were so fast that they rushed straight towards these four hands in an instant. The big hand left, and at this moment, thorns spread rapidly on the mountain peak, directly surrounding the surroundings.

However, on these thorns and on the vines, there is fatigue and weakness, which is very obvious.

It was at this time that eight hundred miles away from the peak of the Wushen tribe, on a rushing river, the void suddenly twisted and spread outward like a tear, forming a ruin cave.

From then on, a figure stepped out from the cave. He was wearing a long green gown, with long swaying hair, a handsome face, and a hint of radiance. It was none other than...Meng Hao!

The process of returning is different from the time when you left. It is like a long-distance teleportation, so there will be deviations. Generally speaking, it is within a thousand miles of the location where you left.

Meng Hao rubbed his brows and glanced around. After confirming his position, his spiritual consciousness also dispersed. But the moment his spiritual consciousness dispersed, Meng Hao felt the vines, and through the vines, he was immediately there. In his mind, the picture of the Wushen tribe appeared at this moment.

Meng Hao's eyes instantly revealed an indescribable coldness, his voice was like a frosty wind, and his cultivation was so strong that the purple rain falling all around him instantly froze!

"Yichenzi!" ()