I Shall Seal the Heavens

The old man said nothing, as if there was no Meng Hao in his world. He was just wandering around the world, occasionally seeing Meng Hao, occasionally remembering some memories, and casually saving him.

"Heaven and earth...will have an end..."

"Is my end here?" The old man murmured, his voice hoarse and filled with vicissitudes of life. Then he sighed softly, closed his eyes, and fell into a ethereal state. Meng Hao could clearly see his back, but he couldn't. He couldn't feel the old man's presence, not even this boat.

"Senior?" Meng Hao was startled, and slowly realized that the other person seemed to be immersed in his own world. In silence, Meng Hao sat cross-legged and looked into the distance, thinking of many things.

"The foundation of Dao...is gone." Meng Hao felt the empty body inside his body. He could not feel the existence of cultivation. It seemed that all cultivation had disappeared. The feeling of weakness became stronger and stronger, and even the age of his body. It also made Meng Hao feel that death was gradually approaching.

He no longer has any cultivation.

Meng Hao felt bitter and tried to practice cultivation again, but his body seemed to have become a sieve. No matter how much he breathed out, there would not be any spiritual energy left.

Meng Hao was a little reluctant, so he took out the storage bag. Although it had no spiritual energy, this Haicheng storage bag could be opened by itself even if it had no spiritual energy.

Meng Hao had bought a lot of storage bags like this before. The parrot and Pijiang were sleeping in the storage bags, as if Meng Hao's weakness had also caused them to lose their vitality.

Meng Hao took out the elixir from his storage bag, swallowed it and meditated again. After concentrating for a moment, Meng Hao's body suddenly shook, his face turned pale, and his whole body became sluggish again.

"Unable to practice, my body has lost its foundation and everything." Meng Hao murmured. He was certain that at this moment, not a single bit of his Dao foundation was left, and all of it had disappeared.

In silence, Meng Hao reluctantly tried again. Time passed until a month later. Meng Hao tried all the methods he could think of, but none of them could make his cultivation improve at all.

All failed.

Countless attempts made Meng Hao's body even weaker. It was not until a month later that he finally understood that there was nothing he could do to save his life.

Meng Hao smiled miserably, his voice getting louder and louder, spreading and echoing in the quiet inner circle of the Tianhe Sea, and echoing on this boat.

"The tenth ancestor of the Wang family!" Meng Hao laughed with a strong sense of hatred.

He didn't know whether the tenth ancestor of the Wang family was killed.

It doesn't matter anymore.

"I have no cultivation, but I am still alive... But with my current vitality, how many days can I live..." Meng Hao said bitterly, and his laughter gradually weakened. For a long time, he looked into the distance, and his whole person seemed ethereal. , staring blankly.

He didn't know what he was looking at. His mind went blank. He didn't think about anything or look at anything. Until his eyes fell on the old man in armor, hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.

His life was saved by the other party. With the old man's mystery and the strangeness of this ancient Youlun, Meng Hao believed that if the old man took action, it would be possible for his cultivation to recover.

Meng Hao stood up, cupped his fists and bowed deeply to the old man.

"senior."

The old man didn't speak, and his whole person was still empty.

Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, then stepped out and came to the old man. Just when he was about to pay his respects again, he suddenly froze and opened his eyes wide with disbelief.

He saw the old man's face, very vicissitudes of life, containing endless years, but in Meng Hao's eyes, what shocked his mind was that the other man's body was not substantial, but vaguely transparent.

But in his memory, the other party was clearly not like this.

Meng Hao was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his right hand, trying to touch it towards the old man. When his right hand penetrated the old man's body as if it were piercing the void, Meng Hao tried again. Even though he stepped forward physically, he still couldn't. After the penetration, Meng Hao turned around with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Did I remember it wrong before, or was he originally like this? It's the same as the name of this ship, Ghost Wheel... Ghost Wheel." Meng Hao smiled bitterly as he looked at the ship. The surrounding wreckage was full of decay. breath.

A few days later, when Meng Hao walked through almost every part of the boat, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Everything he looked at and touched was ancient and vicissitudes of life.

Standing on the bow of the ship, he watched the Youhuan move forward silently on the sea. The surroundings were silent, and he could only see the rising and falling water, no waves, and no life.

It seemed that where the boat was, everything turned into silence.

"fair enough……"

"On a lonely boat with no one else, I walked through the last years of my life in silence."

"Perhaps no one will know that I am about to die, so Master will not be sad, Xu Qing will not be sad, and the little fat man, senior brother, and all my other friends... they will not know." Meng Hao sat cross-legged. In the place where he woke up before, he murmured and looked at the world in the distance.

His heart gradually calmed down, and he no longer resented anything, and did not want to think about anything anymore. He was just a little regretful. He regretted that he did not look at the master again, regretted that he did not hug Xu Qing, and regretted that he did not return to the Southern Territory. Get together with those friends you once had.

He even regretted that Eastern China was a stranger to the Tang Dynasty, and regretted that his parents would never be able to meet each other in this life.

"Backer, old turtle, you are free from now on..."

"The ancestors of the Demon Sealing Sect may no longer be of the Demon Sealing lineage." Meng Hao sighed, and as he became calmer, he gradually became more relaxed.

Death is inevitable, so he doesn't care about it anymore.

"It's a pity that I still have so many spiritual stones in my storage bag...It's a pity that I haven't spent them yet."

"It's a pity that there are still so many IOUs. Those people are lucky...the creditor is dead, so they don't need to pay back."

"I really don't have to pay back the three taels of silver that Zhou Yuanwai has earned this time."

"It's a pity that I still have such a treasure. I wonder which little bastard I will take advantage of in the future." Meng Hao could only sigh when he thought of this.

"Maybe if I die, there will be one less scourge in this world. Those guys who will be tricked by me in the future, they are lucky!"

"You're lucky!" Meng Hao muttered, thinking back to his life, when he was studying for the imperial examination as a young man, and after meeting Senior Sister Xu, he entered the patron sect, took away Wang Tengfei's fortune, and became an inner sect disciple, but was tricked by the patron ancestor. , and deceived the ancestors who supported him, until he entered the Southern Territory, and worshiped the Ziyun Sect when he rose.

"It's really a pity that Senior Sister Xu... She likes me, and I like her too, but it's a pity that we can't get married... I've never touched a woman in my life..." Meng Hao thought of this, and suddenly felt very sad.

"And Chu Yuyan, this little lady must be interested in me..." Meng Hao sighed repeatedly.

Then he thought about the scenes of killing the Ji family's genius, escaping into the Western Desert, and the Wushen tribe. Meng Hao couldn't help but think of Han Shan, the demon girl Zhixiang, and the scenes of the Demon Immortal Sect.

"Senior Han Shan, I can no longer keep my promise..."

"Zhixiang Demon Girl, you don't have to repay the favor you owe me."

There was also Ke Jiusi, and Ke Yunhai, Meng Hao was thinking about it, and suddenly he thought of his first sword to kill a soul.

"I have practiced cultivation for less than three hundred years, and I have already cut off my first sword. The great path has come, and the flower of the other shore has become my soul-slaying treasure. It is enough for me, Meng Hao, to be able to achieve this level in my life!

In the entire southern world, there are probably not many people who can compare with me! "Meng Hao was suddenly very proud again. He smiled, bitterly, cursed, and recalled. The years of his life became a microcosm in his mind, and they passed by one by one in a short period of time.

Time passed slowly, and soon half a month passed. Meng Hao kept looking into the distance, thinking about his promotion, until that day, when he was suddenly attracted by the phantom of an old man wearing armor.

He found that the ethereal old man, who had not moved at all in the past few months, suddenly raised his right hand and made a mark. During this pinch, two colors, black and white, appeared faintly in his hand.

When Meng Hao went to touch it, it was still unreal.

So in the following time, Meng Hao observed the old man every day, observed the way he meditated, observed his ethereal appearance, and observed the black and white movements of his hand movements.

Slowly, he was attracted by the black and white light. He always felt that there seemed to be something inside it, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

The white color is like all the colors in the world, which will be slowly assimilated in front of it, until it becomes the same white as it. The black color is full of domineering, as if all the colors in front of it are just covered. qualifications.

Gradually, Meng Hao was immersed in observing the old man. Without even realizing it, he meditated like the old man, breathed in the same way, and raised his right hand.

Even in order to gain enlightenment, he simply came to the place where the old man's shadow was, sat down cross-legged, and overlapped with the old man's figure. In this way, all his movements were exactly the same as the old man's.

I closed my eyes and immersed myself in it. The years passed by and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past three years, Meng Hao has become weaker and weaker, and his vitality has slowly withered, but he no longer cares. His only interest is to find a sense of certainty that he is still alive by copying the old man's movements.

Until one day, he felt an ethereal spirit. In this ethereal spirit, and in his indifference to life and death, there was a hand on his right hand that was making secrets.

, slowly appeared white.

"When your road comes to the end, you will no longer have yourself." The voice of vicissitudes of life suddenly echoed in Meng Hao's mind.

Then, black appeared again in the palm of his hand.

"When your road comes to the end, you will be the only one left." As the same voice of vicissitudes of life echoed, Meng Hao suddenly shook his whole body, and he faintly realized that he was enlightening.

Enlighten a mysterious path whose vastness is unimaginable.

"White and black are like the day and night in the sky..." Meng Hao murmured, looking down at his right hand, slowly raising it and pressing it towards the sky. He could feel that if he had the cultivation level, maybe at this moment, according to the His enlightened way can turn the sky into pitch black and day, and the intersection between black and white will unleash a supreme power.

"It's a pity that I have lost my cultivation. Even if I understand this, it will be of no use." Meng Hao shook his head and was about to get up. Suddenly, the boat that had been moving forward suddenly... stopped. .

Meng Hao was startled and raised his head. r1152 ()