I Shall Seal the Heavens

The land of the Western Desert, spreading from north to east, has become a purple sea. When this sea spreads, it will soon submerge the southern part of the Western Desert, stop outside the Momen, and become a vast ocean.

And Momen will also be submerged in the sea water. After ten thousand years, as the sea water slowly disappears, it will gradually reappear in the world.

At that time, the catastrophe in the Western Desert ended, and with the disappearance of the sea water, it became the land of the Western Desert again.

Perhaps by then, for the Western Desert monks in Motu, this land of the Western Desert will have become a stranger, but there will definitely be people looking for the roots of the tribe thousands of years ago.

With the closure of Momen, this migration has come to an end...

Meng Hao's laughter echoed, he clearly understood cause and effect, saw the line of cause and effect, and could throw out the fishing rod and control this treasure just like the Ji family. This was an extra gain for Meng Hao.

"Cause and effect, it turns out, is right beside me..." Meng Hao is in the sky, with the parrot on his shoulder, and the skin on the parrot's ankle. One person, one bird, one skin, in this pouring purple rain, in this world The vitality is extinct, the spiritual energy has completely dissipated, and it is galloping away.

He said goodbye to the Crow God Tribe and did not choose to enter the Black Earth because Meng Hao had another choice. He wanted to understand the Purple Rain Catastrophe and turn it into his own water totem.

As for the blood totem, it was not Meng Hao's first choice, so he had to leave and immerse himself in the catastrophe of the Purple Sea. Only then could he understand the true meaning coming from this sea.

As he was roaring and galloping, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly flashed.

"We have left the plains outside Motu, and we should be chasing him soon..." Meng Hao murmured, and his body paused. Standing in mid-air. Turn around and look behind you.

"The one who is chasing me. Will it be Nascent Soul, or... Spirit-Slaying!!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed with sparkle. When he glanced around, he looked up at the sky and suddenly showed a smile.

After a long time, he again focused his gaze on the void in the distance.

"It should be Soul Killing. After all, the strength I showed outside the Mo Sect is something no ordinary Nascent Soul can stop." Meng Hao murmured. Thinking of the realm of slaying spirits, his eyes revealed a passion and pursuit at this moment.

Soul-cutting...that is a powerful and indescribable realm!

It is the pursuit of all monks, second only to the desire to become an immortal!

Because of the mystery of spirit-slaying, it is not a change in magical power.

It's a display of artistic conception. With the three soul-cutting swords, each one cuts is an artistic conception.

Only in that realm can one be qualified. Call your practice...the Tao!

Within the spirit-killing realm. In all practices, elixirs are secondary. The main thing...is the perception of artistic conception.

Each spirit-slaying ancestor has a different artistic conception. Based on different experiences and different lives, the artistic conception and Tao chosen turn into his own sword. He cuts off the first sword, cuts out Lingchu, and then cuts off Lingchu. Two swords were used to cut off the spirit center, and the last sword was used to kill the spirit queen!

With each slash, one's cultivation level can rise to a higher level. When all three swords are slashed and the soul-slaying perfection is reached, the only way...has become asking!

And the reason why I ask is because I have the Tao, and I found my own Tao in the three soul-cutting swords, so I ask... Either the Tao is more firm, and I am qualified to become an immortal.

Or... just question and doubt until the Tao disappears and everything becomes empty.

The saying that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening, it describes the state of asking questions. Once you understand clearly and strengthen your own Tao, even if you die, it will be with a smile.

Kill spirits, ask questions, and become immortals!

These are the last three steps that a monk in the Southern Sky pursues throughout his life. Each step is a narrow escape from death until he finally becomes an immortal. When he is qualified to leave the Southern Sky, he can go to the vast starry sky to make his own way. To be firm, bloom an eternal Taoist flower that can shine like a star!

If such a flower blooms in a person's life, even if he dies, he will smile to the sky, and his life will not be in vain!

This road is the road to immortality!

Meng Hao is on the road, Xu Qing is on the road, Chu Yuyan is on the road, Chen Fan, Little Fatty, and everyone else are on this road...

But looking at it, whether it is the Western Desert or the Southern Territory, there are only a handful of strong people... Even the spirit-slaying ones are rare. Often, most of the Western Desert can have a spirit-slaying ancestor, and they can all inherit it. Over the years, it has become a strong clan.

The same is true in the Southern Territory. Soul slaying is rare, and most of them... only stick to the first sword. There are very few people who use the second sword. As for the third sword... they are even rarer.

Because... every time the sword falls, it cuts off a life and death. If it fails to succeed, it will definitely die. This makes many ancestors who have practiced to the level of soul-slaying... dare not continue to cut.

If you don’t succeed, you will perish!

The strength of Soul Cutting lies in the artistic conception. It can influence magical powers, change rules, do whatever you want, and do things that Nascent Soul monks think are impossible.

For example, the Patriarch of the Mountain can carry Zhao Guo around. Although it has something to do with his previous cultivation, after all, when he carried Zhao Guo to escape, all he showed was to kill the spirit!

Like Ancestor Han Xue, the power of one person can shake up all directions. It was not until his cultivation level fell that he attracted powerful enemies.

If you want to step into the realm of soul-slaying, you must make the first cut.

And this is after the Nascent Soul, a barrier that is like a ravine in the sky for all monks. This barrier has blocked too many Nascent Soul monks, forcing them to stop at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul until the end of their lives. Yuan was cut off and returned to the ruins as skeletons.

If you're not even a thousand years old and can't defy heaven, how can you kill your soul!

The Nascent Soul has a life span of nearly a thousand years, but even after using the great medicine of heaven and earth to increase life span, it still cannot live past a thousand years. This is part of the laws of heaven and earth, and is the ultimate life span of a monk.

The first sword to kill a spirit can give a life span of five hundred to one thousand years. As for the specific number, it depends on the person and the artistic conception... But no matter what, your own life span will definitely exceed a thousand years. !

Once it exceeds a thousand, it will be against the sky!

Therefore, it is difficult to kill a spirit, so difficult that it is rarely seen... so difficult that it is extremely difficult!

Meng Hao took a deep breath and hid the persistent pursuit in his heart. Meng Hao was walking on this road to becoming an immortal, and he would continue to walk on it. Until we reach a point... unprecedented. This was Meng Hao’s determination.

And the five-color Nascent Soul. Just the first step!

Meng Hao looked into nothingness. There was only a pouring purple rain in front of him, and there was only silence on the earth. Apart from that, there was no other figure. Meng Hao waited silently, which was more than ten breaths of time, when suddenly

In this purple rain all over the sky. Gradually, a translucent figure appeared out of thin air, and appeared extremely abruptly in the void dozens of feet away in front of Meng Hao.

With the appearance of this figure, the surrounding purple rain seemed to be pushed away by an invisible force, so that there was not even a drop of purple rain around the figure.

Meng Hao looked as usual, without any surprise, but there was a parrot on his shoulder. But at this moment, all the hairs on his body stood up. Opening his eyes wide, even the bells on his ankles, which were made from frozen skin, began to tremble at this moment, making a tinkling sound.

"Damn it, you're killing the soul!!" The parrot blinked, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

"Shut up, stop shaking, it's making Fifth Master upset." Parrot lowered his head and took a sharp look at the skin on his ankle, but the skin on his ankle was trembling even more intensely.

Meng Hao's expression remained unchanged. He had already expected that after sending the Crow God Tribe to Motu, he would take out a demon spirit as the Black God Tribe's qualification to live in Motu, and he would possess the qualifications of the second demon spirit. The matter will be completely discovered at that moment.

According to the Heavenly Alliance's need for demon spirits, or most of the other ancestors with war spirits, it is very likely that a trace of greed will... chase them.

If he goes to Motu, this matter will be even more unavoidable, and it will even affect the Wushen tribe. The only way is to leave... After leaving, although it will also attract people who are watching.

But all of this has nothing to do with the Wushen Tribe. After all, Meng Hao left outside the Mo Gate. There were too many people there. From that moment on, it was equivalent to cutting off the cause and effect between Meng Hao and the Wushen Tribe. .

"You know I'm coming?" The translucent figure slowly opened his eyes. The moment his eyes opened and closed, the world around him suddenly changed, as if he was instantly enveloped by an indescribable force of rules. He did not speak, but there was a voice. At this moment, it forced its way into Meng Hao's mind, roaring and reverberating inside it like thunder.

A powerful aura made Meng Hao almost suffocated, and he felt as if life and death depended on the other person's thoughts. The purple rain all around paused, as if it was still in mid-air. The first drop of purple rain looked shocking at this moment.

This is not what Yuanying monks can do. This is no longer a magical power, but a certain rule, or... a certain artistic conception! !

An artistic conception that only a strong soul-killer can possess!

"Sure enough, the one chasing after him is no longer the Nascent Soul, but the Soul Slayer!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed brightly, and he raised his head to look at the translucent figure.

"Hand over the demon spirit in your body, and I will let you go." The translucent figure stared at Meng Hao, with no expression of joy or anger, and did not speak, but the voice blasted into Meng Hao's mind again, echoing inside. Come on.

"Wait a minute!" The parrot stood on Meng Hao's shoulder and spoke sharply at this moment. His body quickly flew up, and the bells turned into jelly continued to tremble, making more clanging sounds.

"Hey, big brother, the fifth master and this kid are not the same. Oh, I remembered that my beloved concubine is still waiting for me at home. I have to leave first." The parrot said quickly, fanning the cattail leaf. The wings are about to fly.

"Brother, Third Master and this kid are not the same group..." Pi Dong quickly spoke up.

Meng Hao looked ugly and glared at Parrot and Pi Dong.

"It is the demon spirit!" Meng Hao simply said.

At the same time, the translucent figure's eyes immediately turned to the parrot.

"Meng Hao, your sister, we are in the same group, you, you, you..." The parrot trembled at the glance, and immediately became furious.

"It's wrong for you to do this. It's immoral for you to do this. You will suffer disaster from heaven. You..." Pijiang also immediately roared angrily.

Autumn is here, everyone remember to keep warm. Now when you go out in Mudanjiang, you can feel your breath. It’s so cold. I’m shivering from the cold... (To be continued...) ()