I Shall Seal the Heavens

Meng Hao was galloping in the North Sea, his speed was getting faster and faster, and the Dan Sea in his body was majestic. It didn't take long for him to faintly see the sky outside the lake. In an instant, his whole body slammed, and a large wave was set off from the North Sea. straight out.

Almost at the moment Meng Hao rushed out, two sword lights roared, flying out from different directions on the surface of the North Sea Lake, heading straight for Meng Hao, and when they surrounded Meng Hao, they even landed at his feet. A sword whirled and swirled, floating beside it.

At the same time, the lake slammed again, and Ding Xin's figure suddenly flew out. The moment he flew out, Ding Xin saw Meng Hao at a glance, and his whole face changed drastically, showing disbelief. Thinking of it, Meng Hao...isn't dead!

"It's impossible. Before the foundation building period, no one can resist me paying the price of my cultivation after losing my life. The purple energy of the Zongmen's unique knowledge is coming to the east!!" Ding Xin stared at Meng Hao, and took a few steps back. Still can't believe that Meng Hao is still alive.

Or, he didn't want to believe it, because at this moment he was no longer at the ninth level of condensed energy, and even the eighth level of condensed energy was about to become unstable. With the difficulty in healing the chest wound and the dissipation of the spiritual energy, he might be After a while, he will drop by 80% and become the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

Ding Xin's complexion immediately turned pale, but he was not Qian Shuihen and others after all. Although he was shocked after seeing Meng Hao, he woke up in a blink of an eye. He turned around without hesitation and took a step forward. Holding his body away in an instant, he fled without fighting.

He had to run away, he could already see that Meng Hao's injuries had all recovered, and his cultivation level was more advanced than before, but now that he was tired and wounded, how could he not run away.

Meng Hao looked coldly at Ding Xin's rapid departure, instead of chasing after him immediately, he lowered his head towards the Beihai below, and made another deep bow with his hands clasped in earnest.

"This is a great favor, I will never forget it!" Meng Hao's voice was decisive, and when he raised his head after speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and immediately the flying sword buzzed under his feet, turning into a long rainbow and leading him straight to Ding Xin's escape Direction pursuit.

"From now on, you are Meng's prey." Meng Hao's eyes showed murderous intent. After leaving the backer sect, apart from Shangguan Xiu, this Ding Xin was the one Meng Hao strongly wanted to kill. His murderous intention was at this moment. Turned into a bright light in his eyes, he has never had such an injury since he practiced Taoism, even this is not an injury anymore, he has... died once!

At this moment, a cold light shone in his eyes. Meng Hao was so fast that he left the area of ​​Beihai in an instant. After a stick of incense, he saw Ding Xin in front of him who was swallowing the elixir, whose speed had slowed down due to his falling cultivation base.

Without saying a word, Meng Hao suddenly raised his right hand and pointed forward. Immediately, the wooden sword beside him flew out and went straight to Ding Xin. Ding Xin's complexion changed drastically, and he turned around suddenly. At this moment, he slapped the storage bag without hesitation, and suddenly the black longbow appeared. He quickly pulled it away and shot an arrow regardless of the aura dissipating.

With a loud bang, the sharp arrow collided with the wooden sword in mid-air. When the roar spread, the sharp arrow collapsed, and the impact caused Meng Hao's wooden sword to stop.

Meng Hao had no expression on his face. When he was chasing, he raised his right hand and pointed again. Immediately, the wooden sword rushed out again. Ding Xin's face was pale, and he had to shoot another arrow.

The roar echoed, and the wooden sword came again.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in Ding Xin's eyes, how could he fail to understand that Meng Hao was taking revenge on himself, and the other party's purpose at this moment was to consume his cultivation and make him die from exhaustion.

But after his cultivation base fell to the ninth floor, he was even more injured. He was already in a weak position at this moment, and he was frightened by the power of the wooden sword. He could only use sharp arrows to fight against it, but because his own cultivation base was weak, even the sharp arrows were weak a lot,

He no longer had the power of the past, and even after Ding Xin shot the sixth arrow, his body was shaken suddenly, his face was pale, and at this moment, his cultivation base was about to fall from the eighth level of Qi Condensation to the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

When his cultivation stagnated, the wooden sword came in an instant and pierced Ding Xin's chest in an instant. It didn't take the vitals, but the blood still rose up. Ding Xin let out a scream, and retreated hastily when he spewed out blood.

His body trembled, and he clearly felt that the aura in his body dissipated from the sword wound at this moment. His cultivation level, which was already on the verge of falling, immediately fell, from the eighth level of condensed energy to the seventh level of condensed energy!

This is not a drop in cultivation in the true sense, but that the recovery of spiritual energy in the body is not proportional to the consumption. Under this constant consumption, the spiritual energy is getting less and less, so it is only equivalent to the seventh level of condensing energy.

And even if Ding Xin swallowed the elixir, the two sword wounds on his body also had the effect of dispersing spirits, making it difficult for him to recover in a short time.

"I am an inner disciple of Ziyunzong, if you dare to kill me, Ziyunzong will hunt you down for a hundred years, and you will never die!" Ding Xin let out a stern roar. He screamed, and was swept across his body by Meng Hao's wooden sword. Although it didn't penetrate, it drew a bloodstain, which made the spiritual energy dissipate faster.

"Meng has died once." Meng Hao said lightly, his eyes were indifferent, and he raised his right hand and pointed again.

Time passed by gradually, and in the blink of an eye it was half an hour. During this half hour, Ding Xin's screams kept coming out. At this moment, there were nearly a hundred sword marks on his body, and his body was covered with blood. Those wounds were not critical, but Such blood flow is enough to make people die.

Even if Ding Xin is a monk, he is dizzy now, but all this is nothing compared to the panic in his heart. What he fears is his body, as if it has become a sieve. The terrifying speed dissipated.

Condensed gas six layers, five layers of gas condensation, four layers of gas condensation...

With a bang, Ding Xin fell directly to the ground. He spurted out blood and ran forward desperately. He could no longer fly, and his cultivation had already fallen to the level comparable to the third level of condensed air.

"Meng Hao, if you kill you, you will die without a place to bury you in the future! I am an inner disciple of the Ziyun Sect. If I die, your entire Zhao country will be implicated. How dare you kill me!" Ding Xin trembled and forced Enduring the fear, he spurted blood again.

Meng Hao grabbed Ding Xin's large flying leaf, and without saying a word, he pointed with his right hand, and the wooden sword flew out again and went straight to Ding Xin.

After a stick of incense, Ding Xin fell down in a jungle. At this moment, he could no longer see the demeanor of the big disciple. He stared at Meng Hao who was coming, with strong resentment in his eyes. There is deep regret, he regrets that he should not have had the idea of ​​seeing the other party demonized in the previous pursuit, but should have shot and killed the other party at all costs.

"I should have killed you before!" Ding Xin gritted his teeth, his chest heaved, and it seemed that he was not breathing in as much as he was venting.

"You taught me this." Meng Hao put away his desire for revenge, raised his sword and dropped it. Ding Xin's head flew up, splashing blood everywhere. The head landed not far away, rolling around, leaning against the Under a big tree.

Still struggling, with unwillingness in his eyes, he is not reconciled, because he is the ninth-level disciple of Ziyunzong, because he is the second-best talent, because he is destined to be able to build a foundation, once the foundation is established, he can become Ziyunzong. One of Zong Tianjiao, famous in the Southern Region.

But now, he died in the remote country of Zhao, at the hands of Meng Hao, a monk he thought was an ant before.

Meng Hao closed his eyes, and opened them after a long time. This was not the first time he had killed someone, and he no longer had the emotion he felt after killing someone. He had already died once.

"I saw Yan Ziguo for the first time that day, so I should have killed him, and everyone around him should have been silenced." Meng Hao's eyes showed a hint of determination, he found the root cause, and also tasted the life that he did not kill decisively. series of consequences.

"I don't want to die a second time." Meng Hao raised his right hand to grab the void, and immediately Ding Xin's storage bag flew up. When he held it in his hand, he flicked his sleeve, and suddenly the fire python appeared to cover Ding Xin's body With the head, it soon became fly ash.

Meng Hao turned around and walked away.

It was sunset at this moment, and as Meng Hao went away, snowflakes fell from the sky again. This snowflake covered the footprints behind him and drowned the bloody temperature here. Accompanied by Meng Hao, he walked farther and farther.

"I'm the snow in the cold winter, and I can't get close to summer, because in summer...the snow will melt, and that's not its world, not mine." became snow.