I Shall Seal the Heavens

Seeing Ancestor Huyan fighting with all his strength, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with murderous intent. At this moment, Ancestor Huyan fell into a state of madness and confusion, his combat power soared, and he was completely different from before.

Meng Hao can choose to avoid Huyan Patriarch in this state, delaying time, and wait for the passage of time before Huyan Patriarch will dissipate on his own. But Meng Hao's eyes were full of fighting spirit. This battle was the one where he witnessed his cultivation and mastered most of his magical powers.

For him, through this battle, his understanding and control of himself will be more perfect. Now... Facing the most powerful magical power of Ancestor Huyan, Meng Hao did not want to avoid it from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to fight!

At the moment when Meng Hao's eyes were full of fighting spirit, Patriarch Huyan's whole body flashed with golden light, and he charged forward again. Meng Hao's mouth revealed a ferocious smile, and his body did not retreat but instead advanced!

The two people touched each other in mid-air, and they kept attacking. The loud bangs shook the earth, the purple sea rolled, and the void twisted. Under this continuous battle, Meng Hao's body banged and he fell back, using the spirit-slaying weapon he borrowed. His strength was already unstable, and according to Meng Hao's judgment, he only had about three breaths left.

At the last moment, Meng Hao jumped up. While he was in mid-air, he looked down at the sea and roared up, heading straight towards Patriarch Huyan who was charging towards him.

"Meng gained a lot from this battle with you. In that case... I will use one of the trump cards I have now to bury you!" Meng Hao had a strange light in his eyes, and when he spoke calmly, he used the borrowed Soul-Slaying Spirit The moment the power was about to dissipate, he took a deep breath, and rune marks were instantly revealed in his eyes.

The whole person seemed to be in some kind of dazed state. When he raised his right hand, it was behind him. A huge illusory shadow suddenly appeared. This shadow... is a rune!

This rune. It was a little blurry, but as soon as it appeared, the purple sea below immediately roared and retreated instantly, as if there was invisible pressure, forcing the sea surface to dent.

The surrounding nothingness was immediately distorted at this moment. It seemed that at this moment, the only thing left in the entire world was the runes that appeared behind Meng Hao.

This rune came from Meng Hao's eyes, from his heart. It was the rune that Meng Hao had comprehended for many years in the fairy land that Mo Tu obtained.

The one that came from outside the sky back then was just the power of destruction. The entire black land was turned into black runes.

Meng Hao didn't understand everything. He only had some insights and wanted to display them. His cultivation level could only be said to be barely adequate. Now with the help of the mastiff, he was able to show it.

He looked dazed, as if he was absent-minded. A scene appeared in Meng Hao's mind. In this scene, there was an endless starry sky. In the starry sky, there was a figure with an immortal spirit, but he couldn't clearly see his appearance.

He stood outside the Nantian Star, waved his right index finger, and a piece of rune paper appeared. Each stroke on it was indescribably sharp. Then he flicked his sleeve, and the rune went straight to the Nantian Star.

But just as they arrived, they were suddenly approached by an unknown aura coming from the Southern Star. After touching each other, a loud noise shook the starry sky and shocked the entire Southern Star.

In this loud noise, the runes burned and turned into ashes, blended into the earth and turned into ink. In this ash mark, the meaning of this immortal rune back then was contained!

Meng Hao was in mid-air, and when his right hand suddenly fell, the runes behind him turned black and penetrated Meng Hao's body in an instant, moving downwards and towards Ancestor Huyan, and disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the immortal he was back then. With one hand, runes exploded. At the same time, Meng Hao's bloody mask fell off and the blood mastiff flew out. At this moment, Meng Hao's cultivation level also disappeared from the soul-slaying process. recover.

Patriarch Huyan's whole body trembled violently, and when the three scales flashed, it was as if his mind had been stimulated to recover a little under this intense crisis.

But the moment he regained his consciousness, a shocking roar came from the sky. The rune touched his body in an instant. When there was a shocking loud noise, there was also the shrill and desperate roar of Patriarch Huyan. He His body was directly pushed by this rune and blasted into the purple sea.

The sea surface rolled and rolled around, and the runes descended directly, shuttled through the sea water, and finally, with a bang, were imprinted on the land of the Western Desert under the sea.

The earth in all directions was shaken. Ancestor Huyan's whole body was dim, his aura was like a gossamer, his body had already collapsed into pieces, and he was sealed under the purple sea.

His atavistic body had dissipated at this moment. As the body was destroyed, Yuan Shen Zhanling gradually appeared vaguely. During the struggle, it turned into little crystal lights, which seemed to be scattered in the purple sea.

But at the moment when his Yuan Shen Immortal was about to dissipate, Meng Hao raised his right hand and grabbed Zihai. Suddenly, a sealing power suddenly appeared and was directly imprinted on the weak and dying Ancestor Yuan Shen of Huyan. With a fierce tug, it was directly sealed in the bloody mask.

"It's not that easy to die. It would be a pity for such a Yuan Shen Immortal to dissipate. It's better to become my third thunder spirit." When Meng Hao said calmly, he directly sealed the Yuan Shen Immortal of ancestor Huyan.

Then he took out the elixir, swallowed it, closed his eyes, and stood in the air. After a moment, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, revealing a flash of light. He raised his right hand and slapped the blood-colored mask.

Immediately, the three-tailed flag appeared, and as he waved, the black wheel of time, like a wheel, suddenly appeared in Meng Hao's hand.

At this moment, the world was restored. Meng Hao held the wheel of time. When his eyes flashed, his spiritual consciousness suddenly poured in. Under the layers of imprints, he continued to condense his own imprints in this wheel of time.

This treasure is extraordinary. Although the connection with Patriarch Huyan was cut off, Meng Hao's brand still encountered obstacles. He snorted coldly, and the Sword Formation of Time appeared and suppressed it immediately. He even activated his seventh life. Just one foot away is ten thousand feet of divine consciousness blasting into the wheel of time.

Under this constant imprint, Meng Hao took a deep breath, and the wheel of time immediately shrank and turned into a black light. It was swallowed by Meng Hao, suppressed in his Dantian, and was simultaneously sacrificed by his seven Nascent Souls.

At this moment, at the moment when Patriarch Huyan’s avatar of the Yuanshen Immortal was captured by Meng Hao’s seal, on the land of Motu, in the Tiancon tribe, Patriarch Huyan was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and the body of the original figure in a white robe suddenly shook.

His face turned rosy for an instant, and his eyes did not open, but he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

As the blood spurted out, he originally looked like a middle-aged man, but he immediately aged, his hair turned gray, and his skin wrinkled. His whole person was no longer middle-aged, but turned into an old man, and he even had an aura of decay. From his Revealed on the body.

This aura was so strong that it seemed that Patriarch Huyan's fire of life dimmed a lot in an instant.

His clone was sealed and the connection with himself was cut off. It was extremely harmful to him. If it were an ordinary clone, it would be fine and dispensable. But this clone is different, just like his second life. At this moment, not only His lifespan has decreased, and his cultivation has dropped a bit. He is no longer at his peak, and even what he can perform at this moment is far less than before.

His face was pale and his body was shaking. He took a deep breath and kept his eyes closed. Just when he was about to heal his wounds, his body suddenly shook again. As a last resort, his eyes suddenly opened.

This is the first time he has opened his eyes in hundreds of years of seclusion. When he opens his eyes this time, it is not a perfect opening. In this way, a hundred years of seclusion will be wasted. The moment his eyes open and close, there is a storm. , appeared in his eyes.

He stared straight ahead. In the void at this moment, slowly walking out, the more solid figures appeared, an old man, a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard, and a boy in red robe.

"Fellow Taoist Huyan, where is the treasure?" The red-robed boy smiled slightly and looked at Patriarch Huyan.

Ancestor Huyan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. The three people in front of him joined forces to break through the protection of his tribe and appeared here. If he had not decisively given up retreat and opened his eyes, at this moment , I’m afraid there will be other suspense.

After all, they are both soul slayers, and they seem to be harmonious with each other, but in fact they are all just for profit. Now that they are distracted and their cultivation is no longer at its peak, even if there is nothing for them to do, they will still find ways to blackmail them. Ichiban.

Ancestor Huyan had a cold look on his face, and he raised his right hand and waved, and immediately three rays of light flew out and landed in front of the three of them. They were a sword, a branch, and an elixir bottle.

Among them, the one that fell in front of the boy in red robe was the elixir bottle, and the fluctuation of its aura was obviously not as good as the other two treasures. There was a big gap.

"The Tiancon tribe will withdraw from the Heavenly Alliance starting today, but... are you extremely sure that I will fall into the hands of that Meng Hao?" After giving away the treasure, Patriarch Huyan said calmly.

The red-robed boy's eyes flashed, and the other two looked at each other, smiled slightly, and said nothing. The three turned and left, and the ripples of nothingness echoed before disappearing without a trace.

After it was confirmed that the three of them were gone, Patriarch Huyan spat out a mouthful of blood. This was the price for his forced escape. At this moment, his body was a little blurry and older, and there was a cold glint in his eyes.

"With their scheming, they can naturally see that I am willing to withdraw from the Heavenly Alliance in exchange for Patriarch Yuntian not to take advantage of the opportunity, so that he can enter Heaven as he wishes, and I paid these three treasures in exchange for Man Yan and Yao Die not to favor Meng. You little thief Hao!" Ancestor Huyan was very resourceful. During the battle with Meng Hao, he had already seen that he was no match for him, and he also saw that Meng Hao would definitely hunt down Motu, so he opened his mouth to kill the three powerful spirit-slayers. The excuse and purpose is to give away the treasure.

Everyone knows this and there is no need to point it out.

"Meng Hao!" Patriarch Huyan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes again. He wanted to restore himself to his peak as much as possible. Only in this way could he fight Meng Hao!

For Meng Hao, while he hated Meng Hao to the core, he also felt something he didn't have before... fear!

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