I Shall Seal the Heavens

Far away from Zhao's capital city, Meng Hao suppressed the panic in his heart for a long while, but his brows were still furrowed. He checked his whole body, and probably 10% of his flesh and blood withered, making him look not fat at all. The body is even thinner.

This is still the second thing, but what really gave Meng Hao a headache was the mist emitted from his body at this moment. This mist was black, as if it was the smoke after the burning of life, it continued to emit, and could not be waved away. From a long distance, outsiders could see black mist rising into the sky around Meng Hao.

"Although the body is no longer withered, this strange black energy should not last for a long time, but now it looks too conspicuous..." Meng Hao galloped forward at a high speed, sighed secretly and prepared to find another area. It is hidden in the deep mountains, and it can only come out again after the black mist no longer appears.

An hour later, Meng Hao left in a deep mountain with anger. He found that even if he was hiding in a sealed cave, the black mist could penetrate all substances and disperse.

"Damn it, how long will this fog last?" Meng Hao gritted his teeth, not daring to stay longer in one place. He found that once he stayed for a little longer, the black fog would be even more astonishing when it condensed. If you saw it from a distance, you would definitely think it was. What treasure appears.

Meng Hao frowned, stepped into the deep mountain, and kept galloping inside. If the spiritual energy was gone, he would immediately swallow the elixir. Only in this way can the black energy not condense in one place and be dispersed, not so It is very conspicuous, but there is still mist rising and filling the sky.

For seven days in a row, Meng Hao was exhausted all over his body, and he hardly rested in this deep mountain. The damn fog was black during the day, but at night, it turned out to be bright white, which shocked Meng Hao endlessly.

Fortunately, after seven days, Meng Hao noticed that the dispersal of the mist had become weaker. Judging by the appearance, Meng Hao judged that there would be no more mist in about a month.

He didn't dare to stay in one mountain range for a long time, for fear of attracting attention. After all, he didn't know whether the people of Purple Fortune Sect really left, so he could only keep moving forward in one mountain range.

On this day, Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged on the precious fan, and when he was gliding in the jungle, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he suddenly raised his head, and saw four figures coming rapidly from the distant mountains and forests.

Meng Hao frowned, and while meditating, he lowered his body and stopped flying. Instead, he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and the flying sword flew out straight to an ancient tree. After opening a hole, Meng Hao got into it immediately .

He tried this method, although the mist will still disperse, but there is a process, which can last for dozens of breaths, and then the ancient tree will wither.

Meng Hao used this method to avoid some monks who were attracted by his mist-wreathed ascension in the past seven days.

At this moment, they were sitting cross-legged in the tree hole, waiting for the four people to leave, but the figures of the four people paused and stayed nearby. Their eyes scanned the surroundings to observe something. One of them was a young man in a purple robe with a blank expression on his face. , leaped to the canopy of the tree, the cultivation base of the whole body spread out, turned into bursts of spiritual power, and held a white bead in his hand.

The bursts of black energy emitted by Meng Hao before were quickly absorbed by the bead, and soon, most of the bead turned black.

Seeing this scene, Meng Hao's heart skipped a beat.

"It's strange to say that in recent days, many mountain ranges have had a strong sense of death, but unfortunately we can't find the source." Among the four people, there were three men and one woman, and it was the woman who spoke. Wearing a long skirt, she looks quite beautiful, but there is a glint in her eyes, which makes her look a little strange.

The two people next to her glanced at the surrounding forest,

They all frowned.

"No matter what the reason is, let's leave when we get rid of the dead energy. The source of this dead energy is strange, so it's better not to find the source." The person next to him hesitated to speak.

"What are you afraid of? With Senior Brother Yan here, even if there is any danger, with Senior Brother Yan's identity as an inner disciple and a cultivation base of the eighth level of Qi Condensation, we will definitely be able to turn the danger into safety, and maybe there will be luck." The woman immediately smiled. When he opened his mouth and looked at the young man in purple robe, his eyes showed charm.

Among these four people, except for the young man holding the bead to absorb the dead energy, who is at the eighth level of condensed energy, the rest are all at the sixth level of condensed energy, and the four seem to be headed by the young man.

Not long after, all the black air here was absorbed by the bead, and the bead gradually became completely black, and it seemed that it could not absorb any more. Seeing this scene, Meng Hao was thoughtful.

"Let's go." The man surnamed Yan said lightly, flicked his sleeves, and the four of them were about to leave, but at this moment, Meng Hao frowned. These people moved too slowly, and he didn't have enough time. where the trees spread out from the canopy.

As soon as the black air appeared, the man surnamed Yan immediately blinked his eyes and turned to look.

Meng Hao sighed secretly, walked out of the canopy without hesitation, flicked his sleeves and went straight to the distance to leave.

His appearance immediately surprised the four of them, especially after Meng Hao appeared, the black energy from his body immediately dissipated. This scene immediately made the man surnamed Yan's eyes condense.

"This fellow Taoist, please stay." His voice came out decisively, and he pointed forward with his right hand. Immediately, a black wind appeared, rolled around and turned into a skull in mid-air, letting out a silent grin , opened his mouth wide and came straight to Meng Hao.

It seemed like it wanted to stop Meng Hao, but in fact, the skull exuded the eighth level of Qi Condensation from the man surnamed Yan. It was as fast as lightning, and the fierce flame spread.

At the same time, the eyes of the two men and one woman flashed, and they all shot together. Immediately, two flying swords and a jade bracelet turned into three precious lights, and they came straight to Meng Hao, especially the woman. The jade bracelet swelled with a buzzing sound as it flew out, and went straight to Meng Hao as if trying to trap it.

Meng Hao frowned. He was already in a bad mood, and was extremely annoyed by the black energy. Seeing that these people were murderous, he couldn't help but snorted.

Raising his right hand with a wave, a fire python about seven or eight feet in size suddenly appeared out of thin air while roaring, and went straight to the magic weapon of the four with astonishing heat.

The sound of bang exploded at this moment, the jade bracelet shattered directly, and the two flying swords were melted. Only the skull of monk surnamed Yan dissipated after colliding with the fire python, but it also made Meng Hao's fire The python wailed, and the flames went out and disappeared.

"The eighth layer of condensed energy!" The woman and the two people around her took a deep breath, all of them looked dignified, except for the monk surnamed Yan, who took a step forward and stared at Meng Hao.

"Yan Ziguo, an inner disciple of the Fenghan Sect, please don't leave in a hurry, fellow daoist, please explain why you have such a strong death energy on your body." He, Yan Ziguo, is also at the eighth level of condensed energy, and his words are still indifferent at this moment.

Meng Hao glanced at Yan Ziguo coldly, did not speak, patted the storage bag, the treasure fan flew out with a flash of light, landed at Meng Hao's feet, and took him away quickly, Yan Ziguo saw the treasure fan under Meng Hao's feet , suddenly surprised.

"A magic weapon that can fly, he can only glide if he can't build a foundation, it can't last long, and there will be a time to land!" Yan Ziguo's heart was pounding. He hadn't obtained this magic weapon for many years in the Fenghan Sect. The disciples at the ninth level of qi can be given the treasure by the sect. At this moment, he snorted coldly, jumped up and ran on the ground, and went straight to Meng Hao to pursue. The other three hesitated at this moment, but immediately followed.

"Looking for death!" Meng Hao's eyes became colder and colder. The other party had already seen his cultivation and he had cast a spell. All of this seemed to have been expressed as a warning, but the other party still came after him without giving up. Upset.

At this moment, he paused, raised his right hand and pointed at the four people who were approaching. Immediately, the precious fan under Meng Hao's feet buzzed, and four rays of light flew out. They were four feathers, which were cut when they flew out. In the sky, like four flying swords approaching these four people in an instant.

Yan Ziguo's eyes narrowed, and he raised his right hand to slap the storage bag, and immediately a palm-sized small shield appeared, which was strong against the wind, and instantly turned into the size of a head. When it flew out, it directly collided with a feather and made a violent roar.

At the same time, the other three people took out their magic weapons one after another while their expressions were horrified. The three of them spurted out blood while the roar reverberated, and they all backed away, with panic in their eyes.

The three feathers were unscathed, they rolled back and followed Meng Hao's right hand, heading straight for Yan Ziguo.

Yan Ziguo's complexion changed, and he opened his mouth suddenly to roar. Immediately, a large amount of green mist emitted from the sweat pores of his body. The mist quickly surrounded him, and suddenly turned into a huge green skull, and went straight to the three feathers. .

The sound of bang bang spread all around, and the skull collapsed, but the three feathers also lost their luster, and twisted and returned to Meng Hao's side.

"Warning once, if you keep pestering me..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he said in a cold voice, before he finished speaking, he turned and turned into Changhong and walked away.

Yan Ziguo didn't pursue, he stared at the direction where Meng Hao was leaving, his right hand in his sleeve trembled slightly, Meng Hao's face was very strange to him, but it was this strange person, who was understated at that moment just now, and forced him to I used a life-saving technique.

"That fan is not only a flying treasure, but also a fierce weapon!" Yan Ziguo thought to himself, but his heart was even more moved.

"Which one of you has ever heard of such a cultivator of the eighth level of Qi Condensation and such a precious fan in Zhao Guo's cultivation world?" Yan Ziguo turned his head and looked at the three fellow disciples who were very embarrassed behind him.

"Cultivation has reached the eighth level of Qi Condensation, and at such a young age, he must be the generation who is famous in the Zhao Kingdom, but I have thought about the three major sects, and I have no impression of this person." Yan Ziguo looked at him, and a disciple of the Fenghan Sect quickly spoke.

"Who is this person? Could it be that he is a monk from Zhao Guo?" Yan Ziguo frowned, and he had more thoughts about Meng Hao's precious fan in his heart.

"Senior Brother Yan, I seem to have heard someone mention a fan a few months ago. It was Senior Brother Sun Hua of the Qushui Sect who mentioned it once. During a transaction, I once took out a fan made of feathers." The woman hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yan Ziguo.

Yan Ziguo was taken aback, and immediately raised his right hand to pat the storage bag, and suddenly there was a jade slip in his hand, which was issued by the sect to the disciples of the inner sect. It recorded the portrait of Meng Hao, the backer of the sect, and there was a seal The fate is spread, and people will test the power of the other party's treasure after meeting them.

It has been several months since this matter happened, Yan Ziguo didn't pay much attention to it at first, but at this moment he scanned the jade slip with concentration, and a picture immediately appeared in his mind, the figure in that picture was exactly Meng Hao just now.

"It turned out to be him!" Yan Ziguo's eyes flashed, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was about to say something, but suddenly, the ground shook violently, and the sky turned red. In the extremely distant depths of the Southern Region, it spread in all directions, covering the entire Southern Region in an instant.