I Shall Seal the Heavens

In the tenth square city, as if facing a formidable enemy, all formations were deployed.

It is already late at night, and the light of this formation is not soft, but bright. The surrounding sea area it reflects is also colorful. This formation is flowing with light and exuding a sharp aura. Just from the breath, you can tell that this The formation is obviously stronger than the other nine cities.

It's not even comparable at all. The formation in Tenth Square City seems to be more powerful, and it seems difficult for Meng Hao to break through it in the blink of an eye like the previous formation.

In this formation, all the monks were prepared, each one calm and alert.

There are sixteen Nascent Soul monks, sitting cross-legged and meditating in this tenth square city. Among them, there are three people who are at the peak of the late Nascent Soul. These three people are sitting in three directions, sharing the backlash of the formation.

More monks were maintaining the operation of the formation, and the entire city was silent.

They already knew about the destruction of Jiudaifang City, knew about Meng Hao's killings, and knew that what they were about to face was an extremely terrifying existence.

But they don't have much fear, because Patriarch Huyan is coming soon, because they have made up their minds and will never leave the formation, because they are extremely confident in the formation, and they believe that as long as everyone does not choose to go out, but use all their strength to After unfolding the formation, Meng Hao wanted to blast away, but he couldn't do it in a short time.

As long as Patriarch Huyan arrives, everything will be over and the other party will definitely die!

Almost everyone in the Tenth Square City has this idea. At this moment, in the middle of the formation, there is a high shelf. On this shelf, there are fifty corpses of the Crow God tribe members hanging. People live. All died...

As early as a few days ago. They are already dead. Especially in this corpse, there is a head without a body hanging. The head can be seen to be an old man, an old man, who seems to have lost his cultivation, just like an ordinary head.

At the same time, there are two huge chariots in this formation. Like a crossbow, the whole body exudes black light, faintly revealing a sharp aura, and is controlled by the monks in this formation.

Time passed slowly, and when late at night fell, the sky was dark, except for the sea water all around, which suddenly crashed. In the distant sky, a red light appeared. The appearance of this red light immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the formation.

"coming!"

"This Meng Hao is very courageous, but since he dares to come, it is impossible to break the formation here!" When everyone looked at it, many people immediately sneered, but when they looked at the sky The moment of red light...

Around this tenth square city,

The entire Purple Sea immediately set off a huge whirlpool. When the whirlpool roared and rotated, everyone in Fang City immediately changed their expressions. The sea surface rolled, boats rose and fell, and roaring sounds continued to be heard.

Immediately afterwards, when the red light from the sky suddenly appeared, the huge body of the mastiff was revealed to the eyes of everyone here. They also saw that he was standing on top of the mastiff, wearing a blue gown, with a gloomy face, and the evil energy around him. Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes swept across the Shifang City, but then he suddenly stopped, his pupils shrank in an instant, and he stared blankly at the corpses of the members of the Crow God tribe hanging in the formation. head.

The moment he saw the head, Meng Hao's heart was stung again. That was Gula's head!

"Ancestor Huyan... Tiancong Tribe." Meng Hao murmured, the evil aura in his eyes gradually changed, turning into a strong anger. He glanced at the Tenth Square City below, and raised a finger with his right hand.

With this finger, the surrounding purple sea roared to the sky, surrounding Shifang City, forming a huge purple sea vortex. Under this rumbling rotation, it suddenly rose into the sky! !

A huge sea pillar with a radius of thousands of feet directly covered the tenth city at this moment. With a roar, like a fountain erupting, with a bang, the formation of this city could not stop it at all, and it collapsed and exploded.

At the same time, a large number of boats were broken into pieces. Many monks in the city let out shrill screams. Their bodies were uncontrollable and they were all washed up by the sea. The moment they touched the purple sea, their bodies The collision of life and the death of sea water directly led to extinction.

Suddenly, the roar continued, and one monk after another, before they could use their magical powers, their bodies exploded, unable to resist, block, or dodge!

All their power was placed in the sky. The information they received contained Meng Hao's cultivation and the terror of the mastiff, but there was no... the explosion of the purple sea!

They simply could not imagine that someone could control... this catastrophic purple sea in the Western Desert!

It is also unbelievable that someone can sink into the purple sea. Therefore, this seemingly powerful formation actually has a fatal flaw, and that is the bottom!

In the roar, the entire Shifang City was shattered and torn apart. All the previous arrangements were destroyed in the catastrophe of the Zihai. The two powerful chariots prepared before were unable to release even a single blow at this moment. In this Zihai, Under the impact of the sea, it collapsed and exploded.

Along with this, there were many deaths. Meng Hao did not even kill anyone personally. Just a thought caused the purple sea to erupt, completely burying the tenth city.

This is his home court!

Western Desert Purple Sea!

As corpses fell one after another, and countless fragments danced, no one in Shifang City could survive the extinction of this purple sea, all... died!

Death, sometimes, is so simple.

Life, sometimes, is so fragile.

These two sentences are difficult for people who have never seen life and death to understand. Only after witnessing several funerals in a lifetime can one have such a clear understanding of life.

Meng Hao stood in the air, looking at the funeral flowers of life, silent, until the purple sea rising into the sky turned into purple rain, and when it fell into the sea again, Meng Hao looked at the wreckage floating on the sea, Meng Hao He slowly raised his head.

Look at the distant sky.

On the purple sea, in the big waves, there are more than a hundred people from the Wushen tribe still alive, but the rest... are already corpses.

This was because Meng Hao saved them in time, otherwise, everyone would probably die in a few days.

These deaths were insignificant compared with the migration back then, but all of them could have been avoided. In fact, none of these deaths had anything to do with the Wushen tribe.

Even Meng Hao was the same victim. Meng Hao believed that Patriarch Huyan could not understand this.

Meng Hao was silent, standing in the air with the mastiff at his feet, looking around coldly.

Meng Hao is waiting for Patriarch Huyan to arrive!

Not long after, in the distant sky, in the darkness, there was an even darker rainbow, roaring towards me with a storm that seemed to be able to stir up the sky.

In this storm, there was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, walking forward from the void with his hands behind his back.

His long hair was fluttering, his eyes were bright, and the aura exuding from his body seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, as if it contained some kind of law. He looked black, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to have turned translucent again.

An emotionless mood seemed to disturb the world at this moment, covering all directions, causing black snowflakes to float around Meng Hao.

Exactly, Patriarch Huyan!

"Meng Hao!" Ancestor Huyan stepped forward, stepping on nothingness. When the cold voice suddenly came out, the purple sea below suddenly made a crackling sound, and a thin layer of ice actually formed.

The nothingness around him suddenly became icy cold, and the black wind and snow all around seemed to turn into the figure of Patriarch Huyan at this moment, and his voice came out in unison, as if at this moment, tens of thousands of people The man shouted Meng Hao’s name at the same time.

A force that Meng Hao had never encountered before, like a part of the laws of heaven and earth, suddenly descended and appeared in Meng Hao's mind, turning into an unprecedented loud noise that surpassed thunder.

It seems to be calling for the soul, but calling for the soul is calling for the broken soul. At this moment, Patriarch Huyan’s magical power has a more appropriate adjective...

Shocking!

The coldness all around seems to contain ruthlessness, and the indifference of the voice is like the power of heaven without emotion. When combined together, it becomes something comparable to a law... Follow your words!

This is Ling Zhan. Just one voice is enough to kill all Yuanying monks. Even Yuanying Dzogchen is extremely vulnerable in front of Ling Zhan.

boom!

Meng Hao's mind was shaken violently. His soul seemed to be shattered and left his body. His fire of life shook violently and seemed to be extinguished. But he... was not an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. A perfect baby of nineteen feet.

The seven Nascent Souls in his body were all sitting cross-legged in his Dantian, with their eyes closed, as if they were sleeping. But at this moment, these seven Nascent Souls all opened their eyes.

The moment their eyes opened, the power of his consciousness suddenly rose in Meng Hao's mind, and all of it exploded, suddenly confronting those words.

Amidst the roar, Meng Hao took a few steps back. When he raised his head, his eyes showed clarity.

"So, you are Patriarch Huyan!" Meng Hao looked at the middle-aged man walking towards him, his eyes suddenly flashed with sharpness, and he spoke slowly. This man was not unfamiliar to him. It was the man who chased him when he left Motu that day. The person who comes.

At the same time, Meng Hao's expression was filled with murderous intent. He remembered that Zhixiang once said that this person... was just a clone!

Patriarch Huyan's eyes flashed for an instant, as if he was surprised that Meng Hao could recover from his words and actions. However, his steps continued to walk towards Meng Hao without any pause.

His behavior is related to his character and Hu Yan Yunming's unique fighting method, which will give anyone who fights with him a strong sense of oppression.

Even more so as he walked forward, with every step he took, it seemed that his aura would become stronger, and his integration with the surrounding heaven and earth would become even closer.

The power of killing souls was undoubtedly revealed, and the world around him seemed to have changed for him.

"Answer me, who killed my only son, Hu Yanqing." Ancestor Hu Yan didn't even look at the wreckage floating on the purple sea. He didn't care whether Fangshi existed or not.

At this moment, he spoke lightly, without stopping in his footsteps, his voice echoed in all directions, his expression was calm and indifferent, only when his eyes glanced at the mastiff at Meng's feet, he shrank slightly. (To be continued...) ()