I Shall Seal the Heavens

Forty years have passed by in a flash, and some people still remember Meng Hao, but more people may still remember the image of a man outside the Mo Sect with a group of 800,000 demons. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test

But Meng Hao's appearance was already blurry.

As the years passed, it seemed that Meng Hao had been forgotten.

In fact, he was indeed like this. He could not be seen in the entire Western Desert Purple Sea, because he had sunk to the bottom of the Purple Sea many years ago.

In the land of the Western Desert, I sat cross-legged and meditated for many years.

Motionless, without breathing, without signs of life, in this dark seabed, a person meditates in seclusion.

The sense of extinction around him has become lighter and lighter, and even if you don't feel it carefully, you can't even notice its existence. At the same time, the little vitality in Meng Hao's body is gradually decreasing, until it is reduced to a trace, maintaining Life is not extinguished.

Just like that, another twenty years passed.

It has been a full year since Meng Hao began to understand the Purple Sea. The passage of time has caused the outside world to forget too much about him. Even within the Golden Crow and Black Dragon tribe, Meng Hao has become more and more different from those who were there back then. Most of the tribesmen and tribesmen who were born regarded Meng Hao's story as an exaggerated legend.

Especially the people of the Black Dragon Tribe and the Golden Crow Tribe gradually began to have some friction, but under Xu Bai's strong suppression, the signs of friction diminished.

After all, these two tribes are not from the same origin. Back then, due to pressure from the outside world, the Black Dragon Tribe was dominated by the Golden Crow and united together. But now it seems that the world is peaceful, and the ambitions of the Black Dragon Tribe are slowly awakening.

Until a few years later, deep in the purple sea of ​​the Western Desert, on this day, I sat cross-legged there. Meng Hao, who was motionless, suddenly opened his eyes.

When his eyes just opened and closed, he felt a little dazed, and it took a long time. Only then did he gradually gain a faint look.

"Many years..." Meng Hao looked at the dark underwater world. In the silence, my heart murmured softly.

"But I... still haven't fully understood Zi Hai's death intention. Although the intention of extinction is slight, it is still there. If it doesn't disappear completely, it will always be like a barrier. It makes me and Zi Hai unable to communicate with each other. Melt together.

Although there is only a trace of vitality left in my body, as long as there is a trace of vitality, extinction will not disappear.

Do you really want to... die once? "Meng Hao slowly raised his head,

Looking at the same darkness above, he pondered and said nothing. From time to time, around him, wisps of ghosts appeared. These ghosts had been there for more than sixty years. More and more are awakening, filling the heaven and earth, and in the sea water, many and many.

These ghosts wandered around Meng Hao, showing no aggression toward him. They seemed invisible, and as if, in their judgment, Meng Hao was a lifeless existence just like them.

Meng Hao looked at the dark sea water. In his mind, the vague figures of his parents when he was a child gradually emerged. Vaguely, he saw the picture of himself studying in front of the window, as well as the regret of failing several scientific examinations, and On Daqing Mountain, I took that step that changed my life.

The Guoshan Sect, the Blood Immortal Heritage, the Purple Luck Sect, Motu...all the way to the land of the Western Desert, everything in the past echoed in Meng Hao's mind. It was a long time. Meng Hao had forgotten that it was so long since he met so many people in Daqing Mountain. Qing Dynasty, it has been almost a hundred years.

Hundreds of years passed by so quickly that Meng Hao had no time to recall, and his mortal life was over.

Gradually, on Meng Hao's cigarette money, the figures of all the people he had seen throughout his life, whether enemies or friends, appeared in front of his eyes one by one, and vaguely, he seemed to be able to see himself and these people. There is an underlying line of cause and effect between people.

After a while, Meng Hao suddenly smiled, and in his smile, a hint of determination suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Since you have chosen this path, you must go on unswervingly. What you seek in danger, besides life and death, is wealth!

Meng Hao closed his eyes. The moment he closed his eyes, he didn't hesitate at all and crushed the last bit of life in his body!

Without destruction, without establishment, without death, there will be no new life!

At the moment when this trace of life shattered and disappeared, Meng Hao's body seemed to have a silent roar echoing at this moment. His life force completely disappeared and no longer existed. The fire of life was completely extinguished in an instant, and his whole person... died. !

This is real death, without any vitality, without any intelligence, without any breath, without any perception, as if buried in the depths of the purple sea.

At the moment of his death, the barrier around him that had prevented him from merging with the Purple Sea in the past sixty years, and the barrier of destruction that had prevented him from merging with the Purple Sea, instantly disappeared without a trace.

There was no longer any resistance, as if he recognized Meng Hao like this, thinking that he... was the same as Zi Hai, a being with a will to die.

Without the barrier of extinction, Meng Hao's body was immediately enveloped by the rich death energy coming from the entire Western Desert Purple Sea. It penetrated into his body, swam around in his body, and then came out again. Comes and goes, over and over again.

Meng Hao lost consciousness, as if his whole being was completely cut off from the world, and there was no connection anymore. He had forgotten the world, and the world had forgotten him.

Only the extremely rich will of death in this purple sea could remember Meng Hao. It continued to condense around him and merged into his body. Until one day, all the pale flesh and blood in his body turned gray and turned into gray. After taking death breath, he...has become one with this purple sea.

His internal organs, every position of his body, everything was integrated with the purple sea.

He became Zihai.

But Zihai has not become him yet.

Until time passes again.

One year, five years, ten years... until thirty years have passed. It has been more than ninety years since Meng Hao realized Purple Rain.

Until this time, the purple rain that had lasted for nearly a hundred years in the sky of the Western Desert finally showed signs of stopping. The rain became less and less, until another year passed, and the purple rain... stopped.

The sky is still dark, but the rain has finally stopped. Although it is not complete, it will continue occasionally, but overall, the purple rain is almost over.

When the Purple Rain paused, the entire Purple Sea in the Western Desert suddenly became somewhat different on this day. All the ghosts existing here on the sea surface and under the sea surface were all still and changed on this day and at this moment. Quiet, with a more dazed expression, as if listening.

This listening lasted for three months.

Three months later, everything returned to normal, but no one noticed that this purple sea seemed... a little different.

It seems that every wave in this sea, every wave rolls up, seems to have a trace of will.

This will comes from Meng Hao!

But Meng Hao was ignorant about this. He couldn't remember when he woke up, he couldn't remember who he was, and he couldn't remember everything in his memory. He could only remember that at the moment he woke up, he became Zihai.

He is Zihai.

Zihai is also him.

He looked at the whole world blankly, forgetting the passage of time. He saw the rain stop until there was no more raindrops falling. He saw a rebellious young man in black in the depths of the purple sea, sitting cross-legged. Meditate.

The moment he saw the young man, the young man also noticed Meng Hao. His expression suddenly changed, revealing disbelief and shock. His body was even trembling. But without hesitation, amidst Meng Hao's confusion, his body The bat turned into a black bat with a bang and fled in panic at an indescribable speed.

Even every time Meng Hao looked at him, he could feel the man's trembling and strong indescribable fear. His escape was so fast that it was endless in the blink of an eye.

Meng Hao was puzzled. He withdrew his gaze and stared at the world in a daze until he saw monks starting to appear on the sea. They tried to fly on the purple sea in the Western Desert to capture those ghosts.

Meng Hao could see all this clearly, and he even saw a monk being swept into the sea and losing his life in an instant.

Meng Hao watched all this blankly until more and more monks appeared between heaven and earth. They were careful not to touch the sea water. Instead, they used magical powers to find some island peaks that had not been completely submerged. , surrounded the mountain peaks and built cities on the sea.

It is said to be a city, but it is more like a city.

A total of ten such markets were built in the entire Western Desert Purple Sea.

Meng Hao observed them, and when he even had a glimmer of consciousness, the sea was filled with waves. Several large waves suddenly appeared and submerged a city under construction.

With the emergence of Fangshi, more and more monks entered the sky of the Western Desert Sea, carefully capturing ghosts...

Meng Hao kept watching, and gradually he felt a little bored. It slowly became quiet, and the years passed... I don't know how long it passed.

If no one disturbs him, and if there are no accidents, perhaps Meng Hao will always exist like this. When the purple sea disappears ten thousand years later, his consciousness will return to his body. When the purple sea disappears, it will be the moment when he walks out again. time.

He didn't know that at this moment, he seemed to have an epiphany, but in fact, this appearance, this state, in ancient times, was called...transformation into a demon!

After giving up his body, his cultivation, and shattering his own consciousness, he woke up in another life form, forgot everything in the past, and became a great demon in the world.

Cut off from the past.

There are no years in the sea, and there is no year in the cold.

Meng Hao saw many people appearing in front of him. An old man wearing a white robe, exuding the fragrance of elixirs all over his body, with an immortal air and a kind face, appeared on this purple sea on a certain day of a certain year.

He stared blankly at the sea, and Meng Hao also stared blankly at him. In this old man, Meng Hao found a trace of familiarity, very familiar...

The old man stood silently in mid-air, watching the sea for three months until he sighed.

"My disciple, are you... transforming into a demon..." He shook his head and turned away with a hint of complexity.

Meng Hao's body sitting cross-legged on the bottom of the sea shook slightly at this moment, and he became even more confused. ()