I Shall Seal the Heavens

"The ancestor is coming soon!"

"Ancestor will definitely come to save us!"

"Hold on!" The people of the Tiancong tribe were all desperate after witnessing the death of their clan leader. The only thing keeping them from collapsing at this moment was their faith in Ancestor Huyan. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test

They believed that Patriarch Huyan would definitely come to save them!

Because Huyan Yunming is their ancestor!

The killings started again, and as the fighting raged, Meng Hao's figure became the only pinnacle on the battlefield. Around him, no monk from the Celestial Tribe dared to approach, and no totem monster dared to take action.

Wherever he passed, all the monks avoided until Meng Hao's eyes fell on Zhang Wenzu of the Tiancon tribe. The moment Meng Hao's eyes were swept by Zhang Wenzu, his body immediately trembled and he stepped back without hesitation. He was horrified, but the moment he stepped back, Meng Hao's figure turned into blue smoke and appeared beside Zhang Wenzu in an instant.

"I am willing to surrender to the Crow God Tribe!!" Zhang Wenzu's expression suddenly changed. The pressure Meng Hao put on him was too great, and the intense life and death crisis made Zhang Wenzu speak urgently. Even out of fear that Meng Hao would not believe him, he simply let go. All protection.

"I am willing to surrender. I am the genius of the Tiancong tribe. I join the Wushen tribe. What I can do for the Wushen tribe..." Zhang Wenzu hurriedly spoke, but before he could finish his words, Meng Hao's right hand came like lightning. , grabbed Zhang Wenzu's neck and strangled him to death.

"I remember you. You were there when we were at Momen." Meng Hao said calmly.

Zhang Wenzu's body trembled, and his expression showed fear. His neck seemed to be stuck with a huge pliers, making him tremble. Hearing Meng Hao's words, he nodded quickly.

"But the Crow God Tribe. Don't surrender." As Meng Hao spoke, he squeezed his right hand fiercely, and with a bang, the Tiancong Tribe became a genius. Practice for two hundred years. At the early stage of Nascent Soul, Zhang Wenzu's body suddenly collapsed. The Nascent Soul was shattered, and both body and soul were destroyed.

Meng Hao let go of his hand, and when he turned around, he saw the entire Celestial Tribe. There are only more than 10,000 people left. There were once more than 100 yuan of infant monks, but now there are only more than 20 people left.

As for those totem monsters, there are only five left now.

The Tiancon tribe has been considered dead at this point, but as long as Patriarch Huyan is around. They are still the majority!

At present, under the auspices of the chief priest of the Tiancong tribe, all the tribesmen are shrinking together.

It was as if he had changed his identity from the previous Wushen tribe, and was surrounded by the members of the Wushen tribe, hundreds of thousands of ghosts, and seven purple sea giants.

In the central area of ​​the tribe, the high priest raised his right hand and raised his wooden staff with a sad expression. He pierced the wooden staff into the earth, and when blood spurted out, he sat cross-legged.

"Ancestor, why don't you come!!"

"The Tiancon tribe is about to perish... There are only 10,000 of the 80,000 tribe members left at this moment!"

"Ancestor, you...why don't you come!!" The great priest of the Tiancong tribe had a shrill voice. When he roared to the sky, the wooden staff in front of him emitted white light. This light rushed directly to the sky, and the mastiff transformed into After being touched, the red light mask gradually disappeared. However, although it disappeared, the call of the high priest was transmitted to the outside world through this special bloodline method. In the heart of the ancestors.

Meng Hao stood in mid-air, watching this scene, his eyes flashed slightly. When he raised his right hand, three soul-killing nails appeared. Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness poured into the soul-killing nails, and with the help of the blood mastiff, he engulfed them. After the mark is erased, it leaves its own mark.

"How you treat the Crow God Tribe, Meng will treat you the same way. It's fair." When Meng Hao said lightly, he waved his right hand and immediately a black soul-killing nail suddenly grew in size in mid-air, and with a bang, It shot straight up from the ground and pierced into the ground.

Following Meng Hao's push in the air, the huge black nail immediately pierced into the ground with a roar. It did not stop until it had penetrated more than half of the way. At the same time, a black light curtain instantly enveloped the entire sky. From the tribe.

Immediately afterwards, the second nail also flew out, piercing the ground in another direction. As the second nail pierced, the black light curtain became more intense, and the bodies of the Tiancong tribe members inside trembled one by one. Withering began.

When the third nail also pierced the earth, the formation of the soul-killing nails suddenly unfolded. All the people of the Tiancong tribe, like the people of the Wushen tribe before, their bodies were withering rapidly, and their vitality was being rapidly deprived of them. take away.

Trembling, all the Tiancong tribe members showed despair. They looked at the high priest. The high priest looked up at the sky, letting his body wither quickly. His miserable voice came out again with deeper despair.

"Ancestor...save your people..."

"Ancestor, why don't you come...are you abandoning us..."

Meng Hao was in mid-air, watching this scene without saying a word. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the sky, showing deep thought.

The surrounding members of the Wushen tribe also fell silent. They were not murderous people. Looking at the despair of the Tiancong tribe, they thought of their former selves.

If Meng Hao hadn't returned, perhaps they would have continued this call before their death, just like the Tian Cong tribe.

As time passed, within the black light curtain, the clan members of Tiancong tribe began to extinguish the fire of life in this withering, and became mummies, falling down. As they died, as the vitality flew out, in Within this formation, there is gradually a white cyclone that is slowly condensing.

More and more tribesmen have become mummies. The high priest's face has withered, and he looks like he has just crawled out of the grave. His whole body is full of death, but he still looks up at the sky, even if his eyes are lifeless, his voice is still. Still spinning.

"Ancestor...did we do something wrong..."

"Ancestor, please answer me, did we do something wrong? Why don't you come..."

One thousand, three thousand, five thousand... until the ten thousand tribesmen fell down one by one and became mummies one by one. Even the Nascent Soul monks began to tremble, and the totem monsters also let out shrill and incompetent screams. With the sound of help, the chief priest of the Tiancong tribe laughed miserably.

Smiling and laughing, his voice gradually became sadder and filled with deep resentment at this moment. It exploded.

"Ancestor, why don't you come!!" Following his grievances, those Nascent Soul cultivators who were still alive also became grievous. Resentment is widespread. They all raised their heads and issued a message of life. A final roar.

"You...why don't you come!!"

boom!

In the Light Tomb, all the Nascent Soul cultivators turned into mummies, and the totem monsters died miserably at this moment. Only the high priest was left, extinguishing the fire of life in laughter and resentment.

At the moment they all died, the black light curtain disappeared, and the white air vortex floating inside it had condensed into a white bead, this bead. Instead of flying up out of thin air and disappearing as Meng Hao expected, it floated there. There was no abnormality at all until it was taken away by the people of the Wushen tribe.

This scene made Meng Hao frown slightly and look up at the sky.

"Ancestor Huyan, what are you thinking about..." Meng Hao was silent. After a while, his body suddenly shook. When he lowered his head, he looked at his storage bag. In his storage bag, he was in the Xuqiao Realm at that moment. , the demon spirit obtained is emitting a bright light.

The light became stronger and stronger, and a suction force faintly emitted from it.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he thought of the opening of the ancient world of demons and immortals. He calculated the date, and it seemed that it was just around the corner.

"Ancestor Huyan, no matter what you are thinking, this battle is inevitable between you and me!" Meng Hao glanced at the people of the Wushen tribe, at Da Mao, at the barbarian giant, until he raised his right hand and waved, and all around him immediately The red light curtain immediately shrank and turned into a mastiff. The mastiff appeared at Meng Hao's feet.

Standing on Ao Quan's head, Meng Hao looked into the distance.

"I'm going to the mountain gate of the Tiancong tribe. You... don't have to follow me." Meng Hao turned back and glanced at the people of the Wushen tribe. In the eyes of these tribesmen with fanatical reverence, Meng Hao felt the surroundings. Full of strong faith.

This power permeated Meng Hao's surroundings. After being superimposed layer by layer on his body, it even integrated into his body. As his cultivation was running, Meng Hao's cultivation at this moment seemed to be consuming no spell at all.

As soon as he turned around, Meng Hao opened his Qiankun Bag and took away all the corpses of the Tiancong tribe members on the battlefield. Then the mastiff swung under his feet and roared away into the distance.

"Lord Saint Ancestor, will you... come back?" Behind Meng Hao, the Crow God tribe bowed together. Wu Chen and Wu Ling, in the crowd, watched Meng Hao go away, feeling vaguely melancholy. The one who spoke was Wu Chen. Chen, his kindness to Meng Hao was different from others.

"...I will!" Meng Hao's figure paused in mid-air, spoke softly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The big hair whimpered a few times in the air, and Meng Hao's eyes before leaving showed encouragement to it.

The vines and thorns swayed on the ground, as if they were looking at the sky as Meng Hao left.

There are also those old people who moved with Meng Hao all the way. Deep down in their hearts, they feel even more melancholy. They don’t know that the next time they meet will be many years later, and maybe they are no longer alive.

Meng Hao left. Parrot and Pijiang were on his shoulders, turning back from time to time and looking at the Tianfang beasts in the Wushen tribe until they were far away.

They had a vague premonition that maybe the next time they met would be hundreds of years later, or even longer... But soon, the parrot turned its head, its eyes were shining, and it stared at the blood mastiff, with a hint of fanaticism in its eyes. , after Pi Jiang noticed it, his body suddenly trembled.

The blood mastiff also seemed to be aware of it. When he turned around in surprise, the parrot suddenly looked like a handsome gentleman and grinned kindly at the mastiff. He glanced at the Tianfang beast subconsciously and saw that the Tianfang beast was still sad. , the parrot breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, on the Purple Sea in the Western Desert, a crack in the void suddenly appeared in mid-air, and a beautiful woman wearing a pink gauze skirt came out with annoyance.

"The ancient world of demons and immortals has been opened. When the power of teleportation is at its strongest, all people with demon spirits will be transported into it."

"Meng Hao, my aunt remembers you!"

"Huh? Isn't he continuing to transform into a demon?" This woman was Zhixiang. At this moment, she gritted her teeth and looked at Zihai, then she was stunned and immediately smiled.

"You still have some conscience and know that you are responsible for my aunt." Zhixiang snorted, chose an island peak, sat down cross-legged, and waited for the opening of the ancient world of demons and immortals.

At the same time, on the land of Motu, there are also some beings who have noticed the power of teleportation and are waiting. ()