I Shall Seal the Heavens

Meng Hao threw a punch, which condensed his frustration and anger before his perfect foundation was taken away, and condensed all the regrets he had cut off.

One punch fell, and the world collapsed!

Amidst the roar, the six arms of the three-headed and six-armed statue collapsed, and the three heads were instantly torn into pieces. The whole body exploded with a bang!

It is impossible to describe what kind of power erupted in this punch. All ten thousand Qingluo Sect disciples spurted blood, and their bodies rolled back one by one. When they appeared in the formation, they were immediately blown dry by the strong wind raised by Meng Hao's punch, and their souls collapsed.

Meng Hao showed persistence in his eyes, took a step, and threw the second punch.

The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch!

Every time a punch fell, the lotus formation around him would collapse. Every time a punch fell, he took a ten-foot step. When the ninth punch fell, Meng Hao was already at the edge of the formation. One punch fell... The nine-layer sky collapsed!

The lotuses shattered together, and the loud noise shook the earth.

With a loud bang, 10,000 of the 100,000 mountains collapsed and exploded. The mountain protection formation of the Qingluo Sect finally had a momentary fault at this moment.

At the same time as the fault appeared, Meng Hao's body stepped out of the formation and stepped into the black fog of the Qingluo Sect.

"Give me Xu Qing!" At the moment of stepping into the fog, Meng Hao's voice, like a king, spread throughout the Qingluo Sect with indescribable tyranny and madness.

His voice spread even more, causing the surrounding fog to roll, revealing a narrow gap. Meng Hao's eyes followed the gap. At a glance, he saw the ninety-nine mountains outside the fog. He saw the first mountain in the sky. The red lotus incense burner.

There was also a figure sitting cross-legged in meditation in the incense burner, trembling. He couldn't see clearly, but he was familiar with the breath...

That was Xu Qing!

It was the Xu Qing who was with him in life and death!

Qingluo Sect, hundreds of thousands of disciples, were refining Xu Qing together! !

Meng Hao's mind suddenly thundered with lightning, and an indescribable anger. It instantly rose up in his mind, turned into an infinite evil spirit, and condensed his murderous heart.

Kill, kill, kill!

At this moment,

Meng Hao's hatred for Qingluo Sect has reached the point of irreconcilable, and every disciple of Qingluo Sect must die!

"Kill him!" The three elders beside the incense burner all changed their expressions at this moment. They didn't expect that Meng Hao could actually break the lotus formation. At this moment, the three people were shocked, and the old man who cut the soul with the first knife immediately stood up. He had a bad temper and a gloomy face at this moment. He walked straight into the air.

"Disciples of the last twenty peaks of the hundred peaks, follow this ancestor into the Yinluo formation and kill this colleague!" As he spoke, he went straight to the mist. At the same time, 30,000 disciples flew out instantly on the ground. The weakest among them was also in the foundation building stage, and the strongest was the Nascent Soul.

As they rushed into the mist together, Meng Hao's voice suddenly came out in the mist with unprecedented shrillness.

"Qingluo Sect, Meng swears that in this life... I will destroy the entire Qingluo Sect. There will be no you in the South Heaven!"

Meng Hao was filled with murderous intent. When he raised his right hand, a three-tailed banner suddenly appeared, rolling in all directions and heading straight for the surrounding black fog. As the rumbling sound echoed, the Qingluo Sect's First Soul-Slaying Blade Patriarch had already stepped into the fog. As soon as he stepped in, the fog seemed to come alive and full of spirit.

"Qingluo will, the world is bright, I want to fight, seize the stars, the first formation!" The voice of the First Soul-Slaying Blade Patriarch echoed, and 30,000 Qingluo Sect disciples stepped into the fog one after another. Suddenly, the fog rolled and formed eight black dragons.

These eight black dragons were extremely ferocious, roaring and entangled with each other, enveloping Meng Hao, and instantly rushed to devour him.

A cold light flashed in Meng Hao's eyes, and he looked coldly at the eight black dragons around him. His murderous intent was stronger than ever before, and even since he started practicing Taoism, he had never been as murderous as today.

At the moment when the eight black dragons came, Meng Hao stepped out instantly. The three-tailed banner swept across, and the black curtain spread, directly rolling towards three of the black dragons. The three-tailed banner emitted a strange light, and countless faces seemed to appear on the banner. These faces were distorted, revealing greed, as if they were bloodthirsty, and went straight to swallow the black dragon.

At the same time, Meng Hao's body shook, and he instantly appeared in front of a black dragon. Without any hesitation, he raised his right hand and punched it. A loud sound echoed, and the black dragon's body shook violently. When it broke layer by layer, there was a shrill roar. Behind Meng Hao, three black dragons roared and came at such a speed that they were almost in front of him the moment he turned his head.

"Demon Seal, the eighth ban!" Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed forward. Immediately, the three black dragons shook all over, as if they were directly entangled by countless invisible silk threads.

"Demon method, seal the soul!" Meng Hao pinched the formula, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and pointed forward again.

With this finger, an indescribable shrill roar came from the three black dragons. It was visible to the naked eye that there were tens of thousands of cultivators among the three black dragons. Their expressions were distorted and their roars were miserable. There were overlapping needs on their bodies, which was their souls being extracted alive!

The three black dragons collapsed immediately, and tens of thousands of corpses suddenly fell.

Seal and correct, this is the magic of the demon sealer, one thought to seal, one thought to correct, one thought to live, one thought to die!

At this time, the three black dragons entangled by the three-tailed banner also trembled violently, as if they were about to collapse, and the last black dragon suddenly paused in mid-air. At the position of the dragon head, the ancestor of the Qingluo Sect's first soul-slaying knife appeared, and his face changed completely.

"Second formation!"

As his words came out, all the black dragons immediately collapsed on their own. The black energy quickly rolled back and completely integrated into the surroundings of the ancestor of the first soul-slaying sword. The more than 10,000 monks who were not dead were also shocked. , comes with the black energy.

In the blink of an eye, the black energy transformed into a giant that was a hundred feet in size. This giant was dressed in black armor and looked like a god. After appearing, it roared towards Meng Hao.

"Death!" the giant spoke, and the voices of thousands of people echoed in unison. In the earth-shattering movement, the hundreds of thousands of mountains on the earth released a majestic aura, shrouding the giant, causing his body to expand again, turning into Five hundred feet!

Compared with him, Meng Hao was extremely short, like an ant.

Meng Hao glanced at the approaching giant, his eyes became more cold and stern, especially because Xu Qing inside the incense burner did not know whether he was alive or dead, which made Meng Hao anxious, but he knew that he would not be able to walk into the Qing Dynasty without killing this formation. Luo Zongnei.

"Death!" the giant roared, raising his hands, blasting towards Meng Hao on the left and right sides of Meng Hao, as if he was going to kill Meng Hao in the palm of his hand. He was so fast that he was close in the blink of an eye.

Meng Hao did not dodge, but raised his hands at the same time. The moment the giant's palms smacked each other, they directly touched his hands.

During the roar, to outsiders, Meng Hao's figure was submerged in the giant's huge hands, but the one who was shaking... was the giant.

The giant's body was trembling, and his expression showed disbelief and even more shock.

"What kind of body is this?!" Beside the incense burner, the ancestor who had cut off the soul for the second time suddenly stood up, showing his shock.

"Don't be impatient. This formation has three changes, and now it's just the second change." The ancestor of the Third Ling Zhan Dao said calmly.

Almost at the same time as they spoke, the giant's hands collapsed. When the black mist dispersed, Meng Hao walked out of it, unscathed. He walked straight towards the giant, raised his right hand, and landed a punch.

Roaring to the sky, the giant immediately spoke and exhaled a mouthful of mist. When Meng Hao was blocked, his body quickly retreated, and the figure of the ancestor with the first soul-slaying sword in his eyebrows transformed. With fear and horror, he suddenly roared.

"The third formation!" As soon as he spoke, his huge body suddenly scattered in all directions, turning into infinite black mist, heading straight for Meng Hao, covering him in an instant, suddenly rolling and shrinking, turning into a huge ball, roaring Suddenly, black flames were ignited, shrinking violently, as if to refine the surrounding Meng Hao inside.

Keep shrinking, one hundred feet, fifty feet, thirty feet, ten feet...

"The third transformation, combined with Mo Li's cultivation, is enough to trap and kill a strong person with the second Soul-Slaying Sword. Even if this person's body is strong, softness can overcome strength, and he cannot escape." Beside the incense burner, the third Soul-Slaying Sword was executed. The ancestor spoke calmly.

Next to him, another Spirit-Slaying Ancestor also had a smile on his face, deeply convinced.

"Everything can be refined in Luoyin Formation, but it's a pity... this is not elixir refining, otherwise, if this person could be refined into elixir, it would also be a treasure elixir."

While the two were talking and laughing, suddenly, a roar rose from the sky, and their expressions suddenly changed. When they both raised their heads, the expressions of each of the hundreds of thousands of Qingluo Sect disciples below also changed drastically.

I saw the huge black fog ball in the sky shrinking to three feet. Suddenly, an extremely evil and earth-shattering aura was released directly from the three-foot fog ball.

The evil of this aura is indescribable, and there is also a gloomy coldness. Faintly, everyone can see that a ferocious figure suddenly appears in the three-foot fog ball.

This is not a human figure, but a flower!

A flower that seems to hide various colors!

The branches and leaves danced, the petals swayed, and when the breath suddenly came out, the mist ball could not hold on, and instantly roared and collapsed. At the same time, countless flesh and blood flew out of it. They were the corpses of Qingluo Sect's disciples, and there was an old figure. , with fear, with horror, with disbelief, fled quickly.

It was the ancestor who had the first sword to kill spirits.

"Help me!!" he yelled as he escaped.

But before he could escape too far, and before anyone could take action, a black branch rushed out in an instant and wrapped directly around the old man. With a fierce tug, the old man immediately let out a shrill roar, and his body He was pulled back directly, grabbed by Meng Hao, and strangled around his neck.

Meng Hao walked out step by step. Behind him was a five-color flower of the other shore, which was twenty feet in size. It was swaying crazily, floating and following!

This is his Bianhuahua, this is his Soul-Slaying Treasure! (To be continued...) ()