I Shall Seal the Heavens

This man in red robe is one of the three saints of the three sects of Tianhehai, the Yanghun Saint of Yanghun Dao!

He likes red robes, and his three swords shocked the world. When the demonic tide wanted to destroy Haicheng last time, he took action alone, cutting down the Tianhe Sea with three swords, and the sword energy penetrated it, reaching the second ring.

Shake the world and scare away the monsters.

Meng Hao already knew all this before entering the third ring, so when the red-robed man appeared, he had already guessed his identity.

At this moment, the tip of Meng Hao's sword of years was approaching Yang Hun Sheng, and Yang Hun Sheng's three shocking swords were also seven inches away from Meng Hao, emitting a cold light and no longer approaching.

The two looked at each other, as if they were engaged in an invisible battle in mid-air. It was no longer a spell, but a confrontation between spiritual consciousness. To outsiders, this scene seemed silent and invisible, but to him In the world of the two of them, at this moment, the sky and the earth roared, and lightning roared, as if the world had collapsed, as if the situation had reversed.

Yanghunsheng, a man in red robe, looked at Meng Hao, his pupils contracting slightly.

"You are no match for me."

"You can't kill me." Meng Hao said calmly.

Yang Hun Sheng was silent. He acknowledged what the other party said. He was indeed unable to kill the person in front of him. This person's cultivation was very strange. He couldn't tell where the strange thing was, but it gave him the feeling that the other person was here, as if there was someone there. The feeling of being planted in the Tianhe Sea, as if the entire sea area was under his feet.

It seems that... he has an inexplicable relationship with this place.

He suddenly raised his right hand, flicked his sleeve to the side, and immediately the three sharp swords disappeared in an instant, and when they appeared, they were already around him.

At the same time, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and the tip of the sword of time returned in an instant, surrounding Meng Hao, making a whistling sound.

"I once made a vow not to kill another monk in this life. My sword will only kill foreigners!"

"You can continue to stay in Tianhe Sea, but the aura on your body makes me unhappy. If I find out that you are related to the second-ring sea demon... then I will ask for the treasure of the ancestors of Yanghun Dao and use the power of instant inquiry , I will kill you." The man in red robe looked at Meng Hao and spoke slowly.

Meng Hao took a deep look at the red-robed man in front of him. Although the two were at odds with each other before, Meng Hao did not find the red-robed man disgusted, especially since he could feel that the other man had a high heart and was not the kind of person whose words were false. generation.

Such people. While it is simple, it also has principles that cannot be shaken.

"How to do it is my personal wish." Meng Hao said calmly, with a cold look in his eyes.

The red-robed man's eyes also flashed a cold light for a moment, and he took a deep look at Meng Hao. With a cold face, he turned around suddenly and took a step to leave.

"I took the trouble to collect the rune spirit." Meng Hao suddenly said.

The man in red robe paused and turned to look at Meng Hao.

"This talisman belongs to my three sects."

Meng Hao remained silent and patted his storage bag with his right hand. He immediately took out a wine gourd and threw it over.

After the man in red robe took it, he looked at it and was slightly stunned.

"This is wine from my hometown. There isn't much of it now. When I left, I only took some with me." Meng Hao looked at the man in red robe and said slowly.

The man in red robe looked at the wine bottle and then at Meng Hao. After a moment of silence, his face remained expressionless. When he turned around, he walked away, but while leaving, he flicked his sleeves, and the more than 10,000 rune spirits that he had taken away suddenly flashed, instantly cutting off the connection with the man in red robes. Returning, surrounded by Meng Hao.

Meng Hao withdrew his gaze, and when he turned around, it turned into a rainbow and disappeared in an instant.

A few days later, Meng Hao sat cross-legged on a small island within the third ring area, with more than 10,000 rune spirits rotating around for protection.

In front of Meng Hao was Meng Hao's parrot, staring fiercely at Meng Hao with his eyes wide open. There was also Pijiang on the side, who was also looking at Meng Hao angrily.

The three of them have been staring at each other like this for almost ten breaths.

"Five furry ones, there is absolutely no room for negotiation. I will work my ass off, Fifth Master, and I will never work in vain!"

"Yes, Third Master, I also want three bullies. There is absolutely no negotiation. If I say three, it will be three!"

Meng Hao was silent, with a look of pain on his face. After a while, he nodded reluctantly, seemingly reluctantly. Seeing Meng Hao like this, the parrot immediately laughed proudly and threw out a feather. There was a bang not far away, and it turned into a mountain of demon hearts.

Pijiang was also very proud. He opened his mouth and spit out a colorful piece of bamboo, forming a second mountain.

Meng Hao secretly smiled inwardly. He knew these two guys very well. Their request was nothing, but Meng Hao knew that if he agreed too quickly or made them feel that he had no heartache, it would be more troublesome.

At this moment, these two guys were satisfied just by deliberately thinking and heartache.

After sending these two guys away, Meng Hao's eyes gleamed as he looked at the two mountains of demon hearts in front of him. There were more than a hundred thousand of these demon hearts.

And most of them are middle-grade spiritual stones, and some are high-grade spiritual stones. Calculated in this way, the value of these items will immediately double.

"I wonder if these demon hearts can be used as bronze mirrors for replication." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and when he lowered his head, he pondered. His biggest crisis now was the tenth ancestor of the Wang family who might not be dead.

"That old immortal's cultivation level is too high. I am no match for him, but I have to find a way... to escape if we encounter him." Meng Hao glanced at the tip of the Time Sword while he was thinking.

"If I can have more than ten of these sword points to form a lotus formation, I might be able to catch them by surprise... But if I try to copy this thing, I don't have enough spirit stones." Meng Hao frowned, and suddenly his eyes shone brightly.

"I can copy other wooden swords of time. With my current level of cultivation, I should be able to imprint about ten wooden swords of time. Once this wooden sword reaches hundreds...

Forming the third lotus formation, I don’t know how powerful it is. "When Meng Hao thought of this, he immediately took out his Wooden Sword of Time, took a deep breath, and began to imprint the traces of time.

Time passed slowly, and for half a month, there were occasional roars. Meng Hao was always frowning. It was not until the last day that he relaxed his brows and looked at the only wooden sword of time floating in front of him.

The wood grain on it is clear, the power of time spreads out in waves, and it has the fluctuations of seven decades. It is the magic weapon with the most time that Meng Hao has refined by himself.

"All the Swords of Time have failed, and only this one succeeded... But it's worth it. For me, just one success is enough." Meng Hao immediately took out the bronze mirror and began to copy it.

But there were too many spiritual stones to replicate the Seven Years Sword of Ages. Meng Hao felt really pained this time. He spent all the spiritual stones in the storage bag to replicate it ten times. Take it out.

Counting the previous one, there are a total of eleven swords of time.

He pondered for a moment and started to use the demon heart to copy. However, after throwing in seven or eight demon hearts, Meng Hao, who was always paying attention to the bronze mirror, couldn't help but pause.

"The effect is no different from that of spirit stones..." Meng Hao frowned. He originally thought that although these demon hearts were comparable to spirit stones, they should have their own special uses in terms of actual uses.

After all, this is a demon heart, not a real spiritual stone.

"Unless you are like me and can kill sea monsters on a large scale to obtain demon hearts, other people who come to this third ring will only get a few hundred demon hearts at most.

Just a few hundred spiritual stones, just come here to fight for your life? "Meng Hao had doubts in his eyes.

"The Yang Hun Sheng also asked for the demon heart. With his cultivation and status, even millions of spirit stones would not be taken seriously... This demon heart must have some uses that I don't know about. !" Meng Hao pondered, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had overlooked something. After a moment, his eyes flashed, and when he stood up, he flicked his sleeves and put away all the demon hearts.

On this island, Meng Hao pondered for a while, his eyes flashed, and his body flew up in an instant, flying straight into the sky at such a speed that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Since I don't know, I'll find out if I ask someone."

Meng Hao's body flickered, his appearance changed silently, and his cultivation was suppressed to the realm of Nascent Soul. He galloped for several days, then suddenly he paused, looked into the distance, turned around and walked away.

Not too far away from Meng Hao, there was a whirlpool about a hundred feet in size. Inside the whirlpool, a huge seahorse was roaring. Waves of cold air spread outside its body, threatening to freeze the surrounding area. .

In mid-air, there were two people, a man and a woman. The man was an old man with a hunchback. He was in the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation and had a vicissitudes of life. His face was pale at the moment. There was a bead in his hand. The bead emitted bursts of fiery power and turned into fire rain. It shrouded the surrounding area, surrounding the seahorse.

Next to the old man is a woman with a mask on her face. Her appearance cannot be seen, but her age can only be seen from the exposed skin.

In the middle stage of her cultivation, she paid close attention to the confrontation between the old man and the sea monster, but from time to time, a trace of deeply hidden resentment flashed through her eyes.

"Senior, why don't we forget it and let's find other weaker sirens..." Seeing the old man's face getting paler, the woman immediately spoke.

"We have been here for several months, but this is the only sea monster we have seen. How can we give up!" The old man gritted his teeth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, the beads in front of him turned red instantly, and then, a burst of blood burst out. When the sea of ​​fire burned the sea water below and emitted bursts of water vapor, the seahorse inside suddenly roared, and the cold air immediately surged upwards, extinguishing most of the sea of ​​fire.

The old man's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and persisted, but at this moment, suddenly, a long rainbow roared in the sky in the distance.

Inside Changhong, it was Meng Hao.

His arrival immediately shocked the old man. The expressions of the girls beside him also changed instantly. They looked around immediately. When they saw that Meng Hao's cultivation was at the early stage of Nascent Soul, the old man felt slightly relieved, but also wrinkled. He frowned.

"Fellow Taoist, please leave. This monster was discovered by me. According to the rules, it belongs to me." ()