I Shall Seal the Heavens

Purple Rain is even bigger.

Half a year later, all the lakes in the entire northern West Desert were connected together and turned into a purple sea. This sea extinguished all life and cut off all spiritual energy.

In the north... no alien monsters can be seen, and no life can be seen. Whether it is those who have not migrated out or those who are not ready to migrate, they are all buried under the sea at this moment.

Throughout the northern part of the Western Desert, the Purple Sea surges, and the tips of some peaks can be vaguely seen...

As the north became the sea, this catastrophe in the Western Desert erupted with its first shocking power. The waves spread to the sky and directly collapsed the mountains between the central area and the north. As the mountains shattered , the purple sea roared and spread outwards from the east, west and central part.

As the Purple Sea spreads, the lakes formed in the east, west and central part gradually merge with it, making the sea water more and more majestic and spreading faster and faster.

The formation and spread of the sea was like an invisible whip that struck hard on the land of the Western Desert. All the tribes that were migrating were made to migrate faster and plunder more during the migration.

There were countless casualties... too.

The isolation of spiritual energy has spread to the central area, spreading to the east and west. It can be said that in the Western Desert at this moment, except for the south, spiritual energy has become thinner in all places.

The lack of spiritual energy and the decline of the monks' cultivation level caused death, and their death also caused the totem saint ancestors of various tribes to become weak.

It was precisely because of the weakness of the Totem Saint Ancestor that the clan members of the tribe were weakened again. Like a death cycle. There is no way to escape.

Half a year's time. The flying magic weapon of the Wushen tribe roared in the central area of ​​the Western Desert. In half a year, they experienced more than ten wars. In each war, the entire tribe they faced was mobilized.

A defeat means the annihilation of the clan, but we must fight!

Because they have flying machines. Other tribes wanted to snatch it because they had a demon spirit. The appearance of this demon spirit caused greed and madness along the way, and even Meng Hao was frightened.

Half a year later, Meng Hao's demon horde only had 70,000 people left, and these 70,000 were only left after constant replenishment. But the remaining 70,000 monsters are all extremely powerful.

The number of tribesmen. They have become eight thousand, but each of these eight thousand tribesmen is a hero in hundreds of battles!

Meng Hao here,

In half a year, he was seriously injured twice. Under his deliberate suppression, his totem power was further refined, and his control over the demonic energy reached a new level.

Only between life and death can combat power be improved. At the same time, Meng Hao was also gaining insights into Ziyu. Although it was slow, he was gradually gaining a lot.

In addition, due to the isolation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth by this purple rain, Meng Hao's advantages became more and more obvious. He could easily kill the late Nascent Soul before, which was also related to this.

At present, the thinness of spiritual energy is almost reaching the extreme, but for Meng Hao, his strength is also gradually rising along the way.

"When there is no more spiritual energy in the entire Western Desert, that's the moment I will rise completely." Meng Hao stood on the bow of the flying magic weapon. His face was pale and his body was a little thinner. Several years of fighting had made him Meng Hao had changed greatly. At this moment, he looked at the world in the distance and murmured softly.

In the past six months, three major events have occurred in the Western Desert. Three demon spirits have appeared in the Western Desert. The appearance of these three demon spirits immediately attracted the attention of the entire Western Desert ethnic group, and they began to rob them.

It also brought Meng Hao here to experience a battle, and his two serious injuries were also caused by this incident.

But on the other hand, the appearance of the demon spirit also dispersed the public criticism of Meng Hao, allowing the Crow God tribe to continue to grow.

At this moment, in the distant sky and earth, within a flying range of about half a month from Meng Hao, there were three black flying magic weapons that looked like swords and were flying through the air.

The dark color exudes a cold aura. Each sword-shaped magical weapon is thousands of feet in size. There are many monks wearing black robes sitting cross-legged on them.

Each of these monks had expressionless faces and meditated with their eyes closed. Sometimes someone would open their eyes and see a flash of light.

Their totem is surprisingly also a sword!

Black swords, the totem of weapons, are rare in the Western Desert, and only one tribe owns black swords in the entire Western Desert... This tribe is Yuntian Dabu!

With its own Spirit-Slaying Ancestor, it is one of the strongest tribes in the heart of the Western Desert. This tribe was also the major tribe that the Five Poison Tribe had contact with back then. The Five Poison Tribe was qualified to become an affiliated ethnic group of this tribe, and could eventually Before the envoy of this tribe arrived, the Five Poison Tribe was exterminated by the Wushen Tribe.

At this moment, on these three black swords, the flying sword in the middle, at the tip of the sword, there is an old man sitting cross-legged and meditating. This old man is wearing a white robe that is different from the others. He has a fairy-like spirit and an expression. Aoran, there were two middle-aged men beside him, smiling carefully.

"How long will it take?" The fairy-like old man in white robe said lightly. Both his expression and temperament showed a sense of aloofness and arrogance, as if he had been in a high position and pampered all year round, forming this aloof temperament. .

Especially the feeling of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone made all the Yuntian tribesmen on this sword look at the old man with awe.

"Reporting to Master Zhou, in about five days, we can meet the humble Crow God tribe." The one who spoke was one of the two middle-aged men next to the immortal old man.

"This time the main department accepts Master Zhou's command to supervise the battle. It is an honor for my war department."

Yuntian is the most powerful one, and has thirteen affiliated tribes under his command. Those holding the three black swords are none other than the Zhan tribe among the thirteen tribes. And the old man with the spirit of immortality, if Meng Hao were here, would definitely With a strange expression, he recognized at a glance that he was Zhou Dekun.

Zhou Dekun, the main furnace alchemist of the Dandong line of Ziyun Sect back then...his life was extremely bizarre and erratic. Even among all the main furnaces, his experiences were considered thrilling.

He was captured into Motu, and then he was treated as a distinguished guest by the Hanxue family, and became the alchemy master of Holy Snow City. He had many concubines around him, and he was very famous, and he was called the first alchemist of Motu.

Then... he was captured again and moved to the Western Desert. Over the years, I don't know what he has experienced, but now he has become a member of the Yuntian tribe. Considering his status, he is extremely respected.

It can be seen that with the same technology as alchemy, miracles can occur anywhere in the world...

Zhou Dekun looked arrogant and nodded slightly. He asked for this dispatch. Over the years in the tribe, he was really tired of being idle and planned to go out for a walk. It happened that there was a mission arranged in the Yuntian headquarters to ask the war clan went to kill the Wushen tribe. On the one hand, it was because the Five Poison Tribe had an agreement with the Yuntian tribe. However, they were killed by the Wushen tribe on the way. The Yuntian tribe had to be deterred. On the other hand, It was because he noticed the demon spirit thing.

Therefore, Zhou Dekun simply accepted this task and appeared here as the war supervisor of the main department. With his identity and the strength of the Yuntian Department, in this land of the Western Desert, even if it is in the midst of a catastrophe and war, his Safe, still no issues.

He understood this, and the two middle-aged men, the Duke of the War Tribe and the High Priest beside him, also understood that knowing about this mission was secondary. The most important thing was to let Zhou, who also had a high status in the main tribe, know about this. The master's thoroughness and satisfaction are the key points.

Regarding demon spirits, what Meng Hao knew was that three had appeared in the past six months, but in fact, in those large tribes with spirit-slaying ancestors, they knew accurate information. In half a year, not three, but five had appeared. !

For these five spirit-slaying souls, Mo Tu's Heavenly Alliance did not dispatch, but a large number of tribes competed for them. In the end, three of them were acquired by several spirit-slaying tribes, and in exchange, they were traded with the Heavenly Alliance.

Yuntian Dabu was one of the tribes that obtained the demon spirit. As for the other two, they were taken away by two Dabu who did not possess the ability to slay spirits. Although it aroused prying eyes, because these two tribes themselves were extremely powerful, they were almost After the first war, no one dared to make plans.

Because this demon spirit is not mandatory for tribes with spirit-slaying ancestors. Whether they own it or not, they can freely enter and leave the Black Land. It would be better if they can get the demon spirit. If the price paid is too high, Then even if you can't get it, it doesn't matter.

That's why most of the two people who didn't have the spirit-killing ancestors could keep the demon spirits and become their own qualifications to enter the Motu.

"Master Zhou, if you need anything on this journey, just ask, master, and we will do our best to satisfy you." The two middle-aged men beside Zhou Dekun said cautiously at this moment.

"That's right, Master Zhou. Nowadays, there are catastrophes and wars, many tribes have migrated, and many tribes' valuable treasures have been taken out. If you like it, master, go down and ask for it for me."

Zhou Dekun laughed, with a proud look on his face. He often lamented that this life was very wonderful, like a journey of life, and he often felt a lot of emotions.

"If you really need it, I won't be polite to you two. Okay, you guys go on your way as soon as possible. I am still somewhat interested in the demon spirits of the Wushen tribe." Zhou Dekun said calmly and closed his eyes.

The two people beside him immediately silenced themselves and stopped talking. The three black swords flew through the air at extremely fast speeds, getting closer and closer to Meng Hao's Crow God Tribe.

Time passed, and five days passed quickly. On this day, the sky was pouring with purple rain, the rivers on the earth turned into lakes, the spiritual energy of the world was thin, and it was dark. The Wushen Tribe and the Yuntian War Department were in mid-air in the center of the Western Desert... …each other sees each other! (To be continued...) ()