I Shall Seal the Heavens

In mid-air, the clan leader and the high priest of the Tiancong tribe looked at the earth with cold eyes. They were exhausted and full of murderous intent. They agreed with the arrangement of the Zhang Wen tribe.

"This battle is almost over."

As the Tiancon tribe rushed away from three directions according to Zhang Wenzu's arrangement, like three sharp blades, piercing into the Wushen tribe, the sound of killing suddenly became intense.

Even within the Tiancon tribe, chariots composed of magic weapons sometimes shot out astonishing rainbows, constantly destroying all obstacles in front of them, leaving the Wushen tribe in danger.

There are more than a hundred Nascent Soul monks and more than twenty Totem Saint Ancestors in the air, showing their peak combat power and suppressing everything. Such a force, even in the Southern Territory, is comparable to a powerful sect. .

The cruelty of the war, the shrinkage of the Crow God tribe, and the madness of the vines and thorns made the magic and magical powers here colorful, and the roaring sound spread throughout the nine heavens.

The parrot was in mid-air, and its eyes were red at the moment. It saw the members of the Wushen tribe dying one after another. The increasingly uncomfortable feeling reminded it of some uncomfortable memories in its memory.

Pi Jiang's body trembled and he looked at the earth and all directions. Although he was immortal, he was like a parrot, watching the monks around him die one by one. The feeling was heartbreaking.

"Old bird, why don't you unlock the seal and kill them!"

"Your sister, I can't untie you, I can't untie you!" the parrot roared, rushing out with red eyes.

The Wushen tribe shrank again, and with loud noises in the sky, they gave up attacking and switched to defense, surrounded by people from the Tiancong tribe. Combined with the efforts of more than 20 totems and more than 100 yuan of infant monks. Vine thorns. It immediately collapsed on a large scale, and it seemed that it would not take long for it to die.

At this moment, suddenly, a roar came from not far away, and immediately after, more than thirty tribesmen from the Celestial Tribe could be seen. Together they looked at a huge black pillar that needed no one to surround it.

This pillar is carved with countless ferocious beasts, full of vicissitudes of time and simplicity, as if it has existed for countless years. It is being carried slowly by more than 30 people. Each of these 30 people has a bare face, with tears streaming down their foreheads. Sweat seemed so heavy that even with all their strength, they couldn't carry it for too long.

Such pillars. On the battlefield, not one. But three!

Surrounding the Wushen tribe, there is a black pillar like this in three directions, about a hundred feet long, which is slowly moved.

Seen from the sky,

These three black pillars seemed to be three huge black nails, emitting bursts of black energy. They seemed to be contaminated by the resentment of countless ferocious beasts, surrounding them constantly.

"Suppression!" Zhang Wenzu's eyes flashed in mid-air and he suddenly spoke.

The moment he opened his mouth, all the Tian Cong tribe members immediately emitted bursts of complex spell sounds from their mouths. The sound reverberated, gradually shaking the earth and the earth, and roared into waves of sound.

While spinning, three huge black nails appeared in three directions outside the Crow God Tribe. Suddenly, they seemed to be pulled by the power of the spell, floating up and standing in mid-air.

"Hong is dead!" The clan leader and the high priest of the Tiancong tribe raised their right hands and slapped their eyebrows fiercely. Their whole body was shaken immediately. When blood spurted out, their expressions were distorted and they uttered a complicated and awkward final spell. !

This spell seemed to absorb the lives of both of them. When it was spread out, it reverberated throughout the battlefield, causing everyone who heard it to be in a trance for a moment, as if they were possessed.

As they approached, the three huge black nails suddenly fell straight to the ground. With a loud bang, the three huge black nails landed at the same time in three directions outside the Wushen tribe, piercing directly into the ground.

The moment they pierced the ground, a huge black light shield descended in an instant, connected by three nails, directly covering the Crow God tribe.

At the same time, the members of the Wushen tribe, all of them, men, women, old and young, as well as the demons, all showed signs of withering in their bodies within this black cover.

As they approached, the Nascent Soul monks and Totem Saint Ancestors from the Celestial Tribe dispersed into three parts in mid-air, descended around the three black nails, spread out all the monks, and bombarded the nails from top to bottom.

With each bombardment, these three nails will penetrate several feet into the earth. Along with this, the black light curtain will enrich everything. When there are countless lightnings faintly wandering around, the withering of the people of the Wushen tribe who are shrouded in it becomes more and more serious. Each and every one of them Showing despair, it seems true that what the Tiancong tribe said is that the entire tribe will be exterminated, leaving no one behind.

"The Third Generation Soul-Destroying Nail... This treasure is the most precious treasure of our Tian Cong Tribe. If the Crow God Tribe hadn't been resisting and not shrinking, we wouldn't have been able to use it."

"I hope that the vitality of their entire clan can be of some help to our ancestors." The clan leader and the high priest of the Tiancong tribe breathed a sigh of relief. The war that had lasted for more than half a month was finally coming to an end.

It was not only the two of them who breathed a sigh of relief, but also the surrounding Tiancong tribe members. Only Zhang Wenzu had a cold look on his face, and there was still a trace of excitement for the killing in his eyes.

"It's quite tenacious. The more you struggle, the faster your life will dissipate and the faster you will die."

The roaring sound continued to be heard, the nails went deeper and deeper into the earth, and the members of the Wushen tribe were all emaciated, including Tianfang and Da Mao.

There is also despair, but more of it is the resentment and madness revealed in the eyes, which merge together and turn into hatred. This hatred requires blood to resolve and genocide to offset it.

"Useless struggle." The high priest of Tiancong Department said calmly.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame your Totem Saint Ancestor for killing people who shouldn't be killed and provoking my Tiancong tribe ancestor who shouldn't be provoked. Perhaps this person is dead now, and died in the clone of Patriarch Huyan. Exit." The clan leader of the Tiancong tribe smiled slightly, looking a little proud, and looked at the Wushen tribe with a touch of contempt.

"I'll kill your sister. He won't kill anyone... hmm? Huh?" The parrot was in mid-air inside the cover. Hearing the words, he immediately cursed, but halfway through the words, he suddenly froze, paused, and looked sharply. far away.

Just when the persistence of the Wushen tribe was crumbling, and at the moment when the parrot looked at the earth in the distance, suddenly, the earth shook violently. This vibration was not the vibration of nails digging into the ground, but something stronger and more majestic, like An earth-shaking, thunderous roar!

It seemed that there were multiple giants running in the distance, and when their footsteps fell, the ground shook.

Immediately afterwards, a fishy smell of the sea hit his face in an instant, and a strong wind blew up in the sky. This wind blew the sand, and within it, there was a monstrous evil spirit, roaring and spreading.

This vibration was first noticed by the people of the Tiancon tribe, when the more than one hundred Nascent Souls and more than twenty Totem Saint Ancestors in mid-air looked up.

They saw... a strong wind appeared in the sky!

This wind is gloomy and howling, and there are hundreds of thousands of ghosts in this wind!

The moment they saw these ghosts, the more than 100-year-old infant monks and the totem saint ancestors took a breath. At this moment, other members of the Tiancong tribe around them also saw this scene.

At the same time... the roar of the earth became more intense, and everyone finally saw that on the distant ground, with the vibration, there were seven huge figures, jumping up, and stepping on the ground with a bang, those were seven A purple thousand-foot giant!

The fishy smell of the sea became stronger and stronger. The appearance of these seven thousand-foot-high giants immediately caused all the clan members of the Tian Cong tribe to make gasping sounds.

"What is this..." Zhang Wenzu was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened in disbelief. With a strong roar in his mind, he recognized at a glance what those seven purple giants were made of.

"Zihai...they are giants made of purple sea!" The high priest of the Tiancong tribe suddenly spoke with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Purple Sea Giant...The giant at the front is holding in his hand..." The patriarch of the Tiancong tribe suddenly shrank his eyes and looked sharply.

The moment he looked, the high priest and the Yuanying monks from the Tiancong tribe also noticed it one after another. When they all looked at it, at the moment their eyes focused, everyone seemed to stop breathing for a moment.

"People of the Golden Crow Tribe!!"

"It's a member of the Golden Crow tribe who was captured before and sent to Shidafang City!!"

Just when the monks from the Tian Cong tribe were shocked and frightened, suddenly, in the sky, in the strong wind, there was a huge red figure, roaring out, at such a fast speed, it set off a monstrous aura, and the color of the world changed. , the wind and clouds rolled back, forming a thrilling coercion, coming straight towards the Tiancong tribe.

The intensity of this pressure was felt by everyone, like the power of God.

It was a huge blood-colored mastiff. On top of the mastiff's head, stood a man in green clothes. This man had swaying black hair, cold eyes, and a gloomy expression. It seemed that there was boundless murderous intention in him, in this place. In an instant, it exploded.

"Meng Hao!" Zhang Wenzu breathed quickly, and he recognized Meng Hao in an instant. He had a very strong impression of Meng Hao outside the Mo Sect.

Also recognizing Meng Hao were the clan chiefs and priests of the Tiancong tribe, as well as some other Nascent Soul monks. The moment they saw Meng Hao, their minds immediately roared.

They knew in their hearts that the ancestor's clone had gone after Meng Hao before, but...but now, Meng Hao was coming, and the profound meaning behind it made everyone's hearts tremble.

At this moment, the people of the Wushen tribe who were enveloped by the black light curtain, including the old people who had migrated with Meng Hao all the way, were all trembling, and they all saw the bloody mastiff standing on the mid-air. Meng Hao is here.

There was almost no difference from what it looked like more than a hundred years ago. In a daze, they were trembling with excitement.

"Welcome to the return of the Holy Ancestor!!"

The surrounding tribesmen who were born over a hundred years ago or who later joined the Crow God Tribe were stunned for a moment. The moment they saw Meng Hao, Meng Hao's appearance merged with the statue of Meng Hao in their minds, and transformed into Made the same excitement.

"Welcome to the return of the Holy Ancestor!!"

"Welcome to the return of the Holy Ancestor!!" Their voices roared to the heaven and earth, carrying the hope of rising and the madness of excitement. When they echoed in all directions, Meng Hao's voice also spread throughout the surroundings at this moment.

"I'm back."

Tomorrow, October 1, breaks out! (To be continued...) ()