I Shall Seal the Heavens

The face of the 19th ancestor of the Li family changed greatly, and he quickly retreated without hesitation while gritting his teeth. The four spirit-slaying old men beside him all looked at Meng Hao in shock, and quickly retreated, leading the clan members as fast as they could. Left Daohu.

"This place is a restricted area for you. If you dare to step into it, I will kill you." When Meng Hao spoke slowly, everyone in the Li family withdrew from the area with aggrieved feelings.

"What kind of cultivation is this Meng Hao!!"

"He was able to fight against the entire Qingluo Sect by himself. Although he was defeated by the Six Paths Ancestor, Meng Hao has been rumored to be the strongest person in the world!"

"It is no exaggeration to say that he is the first person to kill a strong man with three swords!"

As the surroundings buzzed, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect immediately occupied the Dao Lake. At this moment, excluding the one gifted by the Purple Luck Sect, the Blood Demon Sect controlled two Dao lakes.

The Sixth Blood Demon Ancestor was filled with murderous intent, waiting for Meng Hao's next target.

Meng Hao stood there, not looking at the Ziyun Sect, but scanning the Song family, and then stopped looking at the Jinhan Sect.

The middle-aged man from the Jin Han Sect had a gloomy expression. He had just wanted to help the Li family, but the feeling Meng Hao gave him was extremely terrifying. He only hesitated for a moment, and the Li family had collapsed.

At this moment, everyone in the Jinhan Sect was shocked when they were stared at by Meng Hao. The little fat man hesitated for a moment. When he met Meng Hao's eyes, Meng Hao looked away in silence. He no longer looked at the Jinhan Sect, but fell on the Yi Jian Sect. .

When he looked away, everyone in Jinhan Sect breathed a sigh of relief. The middle-aged man was startled, and when he was thoughtful, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

When Meng Hao looked towards the Yijian Sect, he saw Chen Fan. Chen Fan was at the back of the team. Cultivation has reached the perfection of elixir formation. His complexion was sallow, as if he was sick inside his body. When Meng Hao looked at him, he also raised his head and looked at Meng Hao.

After a long time, Meng Hao looked away and fell on Jian Lao, but in an instant, Meng Hao felt a sense of crisis. This crisis came from a person behind Jian Lao.

In the Yi Jian Sect, Jian Lao’s eyes flashed and he looked at Meng Hao. Their gazes were focused in mid-air, as if an invisible roar arose.

Jian Lao groaned, his body shook slightly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his expression changed, and then. But he suddenly found that he couldn't bear the pressure of his gaze. Surprisingly...it's not me I'm looking at.

But behind him, there was a young man with an unattractive appearance and a very thin appearance, Meng Hao. What he could see was not Old Jian, but this young man.

When he looked at the young man,

The young man also raised his head and looked at Meng Hao calmly.

The two looked at each other, but Jian Lao was accidentally injured.

Realizing that Meng Hao was looking at the young man behind him, Jian Lao felt a thump in his heart.

At the same time, Meng Hao took a step forward. Under the focused gazes of everyone around him, he walked towards Yi Sword Sect. The atmosphere around him suddenly became extremely depressing.

Every step Meng Hao took was like a roar to everyone.

Until Meng Hao walked to the third Dao Lake occupied by the Yi Jian Sect, all the Yi Jian Sect disciples beside the lake felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The expressions of the several spirit-slaying monks even changed and their breathing became rapid.

"I also want this Dao Lake." Meng Hao said calmly and looked at the young man behind Jian Lao.

"Impossible!" Jian Lao suddenly said, and when he stood up suddenly, all the disciples of Yi Jian Sect drew out their swords, and the eight spirit-slayers all exploded with cultivation. Suddenly, the entire Yi Jian Sect, The sword energy was overwhelming, causing the situation to change.

"Here you go!" But at this moment, the young man behind Jian Lao suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse and aged, and it didn't sound like a young man at all.

As soon as the young man spoke, Jian Lao's expression immediately changed. He turned around and bowed his head respectfully. The several spirit-slaying monks were also stunned. They seemed to have thought of something when they looked at the young man. Their expressions all changed, and they seemed to take a breath. Their expressions were unprecedented. The respect, even enthusiasm and excitement.

"If you like this piece of Dao Lake, I'll give it to you." The young man looked at Meng Hao and said with a smile, but although he was smiling, he did not try to hide the coldness in his eyes.

Seeing this young man, Meng Hao felt as if he saw a sword!

An amazing sword!

As he spoke, all the disciples of the Yijian Sect beside the third Dao Lake retreated and gave way to the Dao Lake.

At Meng Hao's nod, the monks from the Blood Demon Sect stepped forward one after another to occupy the lake.

Up to this moment, in the central area of ​​the ancient Dao Lake, among the ten thousand-foot Dao lakes, the Blood Demon Sect occupies three, the Yi Jian Sect occupies two, the Jin Han Sect occupies two, the Zi Yun Sect occupies two, and the Song family occupies one. The monks here of the Qing Luo Sect have been destroyed, and Li Home was driven out of the country.

As for the Baizhang Dao Lake, there are ten Baizhang Lakes surrounding each Qianzhang Lake, so there are more than 700 in total.

Among them, there are more than 400 Baizhang Dao Lakes with the flag of the Blood Demon Young Sect. There are only a few dozen monks from the Blood Demon Sect who have entered here. Even if one person can occupy one, there are only one Baizhang Dao Lake among the many. There is a flag, no one is guarding it.

Meng Hao sat cross-legged next to the Qianluo Sect's Qianzhang Dao Lake. He closed his eyes, and his body's cultivation was running, waiting for the next Dao Lake eruption. People from the surrounding sects and families who knew him saw this scene, They all sighed in their hearts.

At this moment, Meng Hao's coldness made people feel a little strange.

Among the people in the Song family, Old Monster Song looked at Meng Hao from time to time. His heart was full of emotion, and he always thought of the scene when Zhao Guo saw Meng Hao for the first time.

Then there is Wu Dingqiu of the Ziyun Sect. His mood is exactly the same as that of Old Monster Song. He can even think of the remembered gun that still exists in the Ziyun Sect...

Time passed, and the Qianzhangdao Lake area became quiet. The only Wanzhangdao Lake surrounded by Qianzhangdao Lake did not make any waves, as if it was really a mirror.

Chu Yuyan was silent for a long time, and finally stood up and walked out of the crowd of Ziyun Sect. Master Kudao glanced at Chu Yuyan, without stopping, and allowed Chu Yuyan to walk towards the Blood Demon Sect.

Her stepping out immediately attracted a lot of attention in this quiet area.

She walked silently until she reached the outskirts of Meng Hao's cross-legged position, and was stopped by a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect.

"I want to see Meng Hao." Chu Yuyan looked at Meng Hao who was meditating with his eyes closed not far away, and spoke softly.

The disciple of the Blood Demon Sect hesitated for a moment. He knew the relationship between his young sect and the Purple Luck Sect.

"Let her come in." Meng Hao opened his eyes and looked at Chu Yuyan.

The Blood Demon Sect disciples immediately stepped aside, and Chu Yuyan silently walked towards Meng Hao and sat next to him, with a complicated look in her eyes.

She said nothing, and Meng Hao also chose to remain silent.

"Have you ever been to that valley in these hundreds of years?" After a while, Chu Yuyan suddenly said.

Meng Hao knew which valley she was talking about. It was the place where the two blood immortals truly met each other.

"No." Meng Hao said calmly.

"I've been there!" Chu Yuyan stared at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao was silent.

Chu Yuyan looked bitterly at the water of Dao Lake until a few hours later, she stood up and walked towards the Ziyun Sect. When she took seven steps, she paused.

"If it weren't for Xu Qing..."

"There are no ifs." Meng Hao said softly.

"Why"

"If you miss it, you just missed it."

Chu Yuyan's body trembled, tears streaming down her face, and she walked out of Dao Lake where Meng Hao was, heading towards the Purple Luck Sect.

Han Xueshan came, bringing her innocence and undisguised attachment to Meng Hao.

The little fat man also came and sat next to Meng Hao for a long time. He brought a pheasant. Meng Hao looked at the pheasant and when he raised his right hand, a fire started. The two of them were beside the lake, in front of everyone. Under the eyes, eating pheasant.

The little fat man smiled, holding the sword and grinding his teeth. Before leaving, he hugged Meng Hao forcefully and walked away.

An Zaihai and Lin Hailong both came, lamenting and talking about the past, but they avoided talking about Master Dangui because they knew that for Meng Hao, the most important thing about Ziyun Sect was... His master.

Ye Feimu did not come, and the last person from the Ziyun Sect to come was an old man with a low cultivation level, but when he came, Meng Hao had a smile on his face.

"Come Baiyun."

"Fang...Meng Hao." The old man subconsciously called out Fang Mu's name.

People from the Song family, the Jin Han Sect, and the Yi Jian Sect all came. Even though they were tense before, they are all here now. These people were all the Taoist geniuses of the same era as Meng Hao when he was in the Southern Territory. But now, Their highest level of cultivation is only Nascent Soul.

They looked at Meng Hao and couldn't help but recall the scenes from that year. Meng Hao didn't see the Li Tiandao of the Li family. This time, he didn't come to Daohu.

As for Wang Lihai and Wang Tengfei in his memory, Meng Hao didn't know if the Tu clan's tenth ancestor of the Wang family was still alive.

There is another person that Meng Hao has never seen since he returned to the Southern Territory. She is Han Bei, Han Bei of Qingluo Sect.

The last one to arrive was Chen Fan. His appearance had gone through many changes, his cultivation level was lower than Nascent Soul, and his body was thin. He was very different from the figure in Meng Hao's memory.

It seemed that in the past few hundred years, he had a lot more worries, which weighed him down and made him breathless.

He didn't say much to Meng Hao, he just took out the flask and drank wine. From whence on, he had to have wine every day and get drunk every day.

He is no longer the scorching sun-like Seven Swordsman he once was. He has been surpassed by fellow sect members one after another. Within the Yijian Sect, he has become depressed.

But he was still smiling, smiling at Meng Hao, and that smile still contained the gentleness and care from back then.

"Senior Brother Chen..." Meng Hao looked at the man in front of him. Every time he saw these old friends, he would think of the Patron Sect.

"Practice well. If I become an immortal one day, I can show off to others. I have a younger brother who is an immortal." Chen Fan smiled and patted Meng Hao on the shoulder. He took a big drink from the wine bottle and walked towards Yi Sword Sect.

Meng Hao clearly saw that many of the disciples of the Yijian Sect showed contempt when they looked at Chen Fan.

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