I Shall Seal the Heavens

"What did he say? Baby? Go home?"

"Is this Meng Hao crazy?"

"It's really interesting. It's the first time I see such a strong man going crazy!" When Meng Hao's voice echoed, hundreds of thousands of monks around him immediately burst into laughter, most of them.

"I have lived for so long, and this is the first time I have seen such a madman like you." Liu Dao laughed similarly.

Even the green-shirted old man of the Yijian Sect who was fighting with the Blood Demon Ancestor used a ray of consciousness to observe below. When he saw this scene, he shook his head and smiled.

Their voices buzzed and echoed, one after another, and all kinds of ridicule came out one after another. Originally... when they spoke, the wooden sword could have been chopped off long ago, but when these people laughed, they quickly showed surprise. .

Because... the sword did not cut down, but paused in mid-air.

This meal seemed to shock the hearts of these hundreds of thousands of people.

Liu Dao opened his eyes wide. The Blood Demon Sect disciples in the second layer of light curtain seemed to be unable to breathe. They stared blankly at their young sect, standing outside the light curtain, waving towards the shocking treasure wooden sword.

In the sky, the Qingshan Patriarch of the Yijian Sect, who was fighting with the Blood Demon Patriarch, was already ecstatic, but at this moment, as the wooden sword stopped, his heart skipped a beat.

The wooden sword stopped ten feet above Meng Hao. The power of the years had withered the surrounding area. Even the second layer of light curtain was distorted. It seemed that with just a slight touch, in this state, it would instantly collapsed in time.

But Meng Hao... was not affected at all by that wooden sword.

And the wooden sword seemed to have a spirit of its own, as if there was hesitation. After pausing in mid-air. There seems to be a stream of light wandering on the sword.

Six complexion changes. This scene made him feel unbelievable, completely beyond his imagination. Even though he was once at the peak of Dao Dao and the ancestor of a sect, he was still shocked by this scene.

He couldn't understand why the Yijian Sect's inherited treasure... paused in front of Meng Hao and showed such hesitation.

He racked his brains for everything. I can't even imagine the answer here.

"Impossible!" Liu Dao gritted his teeth fiercely, roared his cultivation, and controlled it with all his strength, but the wooden sword did not react at all, ignored him, and even actively cut off the contact.

This scene,

The six expressions immediately changed again.

The hundreds of thousands of people around them all opened their eyes wide, looking at something they might never encounter in their lifetime. Among them were the monks from the Yijian Sect, each of whom had expressions full of incredulity.

That is the inherited treasure of their Yijian Sect. That is the symbol of their Yi Jian Sect, and that is the foundation of their Yi Jian Sect!

And the most shocking thing was not them, but the green-shirted old man of Yijian Sect in mid-air. He couldn't believe it for a long time. It was like thunder roaring in his mind. He did not hesitate to withstand the magical power of the Blood Demon Ancestor, spurting out blood, and his body was running fast. After retreating, he was surrounded by the blood mist of the Blood Demon Ancestor. He could not rush out. At this moment, he could only draw out his hands and point at the wooden sword with all his strength.

"One Bamboo Sword, come back!!" The old man in green shirt made a seal and shouted.

Immediately, the wooden sword shook, as if it was affected by something. The old man in green clothes immediately felt his heart sinking, and the feeling of badness was extremely strong, because usually, he only had to make a finger and the bamboo sword would fly back immediately, but now But it was just a shock.

"Damn it, how could this happen!!" The old man in green clothes made a seal again, and he even spat out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't help but be anxious, because this was the most precious treasure of his Yi Sword Sect. If someone took it away, he would be the only one of the Yi Sword Sect. of sinners.

"You were refined by my Yi Jian Sect. You were obtained from the ancient Dao Lake by my Yi Jian Sect. You were personally sacrificed and made into a sword by the ancestors of my Yi Jian Sect!"

"You belong to my Yijian Sect!!"

"Yizhu sword, come back to me!!" The old man in green roared. As the blood spurted out, the connection between him and the sword seemed to have worked in an instant, and the wooden sword buzzed in the air. , retreated several feet backward.

The moment the old man in green shirt breathed a sigh of relief, the wooden sword suddenly stopped again, and the old man in green shirt was heartbroken again.

"You were born in my Yijian Sect and have been worshiped by countless disciples of my Yijian Sect for many years. In order to make you spiritual, we have spent thousands of years of accumulation. In order to make you sharper, our entire Yijian Sect is helping you! !”

"You, you, you...come back!!" The old man in green shirt was anxious, but the blood mist blocked him and he couldn't rush out. At this moment, he roared and spurted out blood again. He pointed at the wooden sword again at the expense of his lifespan.

But when this finger fell, the wooden sword didn't react before...

"Have you had enough fun? If you don't come back, let's see what I do to you when I get home!" Meng Hao said with a serious look on his face, almost like a scold.

As soon as Meng Hao said these words, the wooden sword in mid-air trembled violently, instantly cutting off the connection with the old man in green clothes. In an instant, he ran straight towards Meng Hao, and appeared around Meng Hao in the blink of an eye. As he continued to circle around, there were swords The sound came out, as if cheering, as if trying to please, and even more missing.

From this scene, anyone can tell that this sword... clearly belongs to Meng Hao!

Liu Dao opened his eyes wide and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Hundreds of thousands of monks around him all took in their breaths, completely shocked by Meng Hao.

The disciples of Yi Jian Sect all stayed there, staring blankly at their sect's usually supreme and aloof Treasure, who was actually around Meng Hao, as if having fun, which clearly... recognized Meng Hao as his Like the Lord.

"I must not have woken up..."

"Then...is that the inherited treasure of our Yijian Sect?"

"What...what's going on..." The disciples of Yijian Sect were buzzing in their minds, but the most unbelievable thing at the moment was the old man in green shirt in mid-air.

His eyes showed madness, even more grievance, and finally turned into overwhelming anger. Just when he was about to say something, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body suddenly became much older.

He couldn't understand, he couldn't understand, how could this sword regard Meng Hao as its master!

In his opinion, this was unbelievable, subverting his mind, as if setting off a huge wave in his mind.

"How could this happen!!" The ancestor in blue shirt roared, and he was about to rush out of the blood mist frantically. He wanted to take the wooden sword in his hand and ask about the spirit of the wooden sword. Why should this be so. Why betray Yijian Sect. Why should I accept this Meng Hao, whom I only met once, as my master?

"This is the sword of my Yiken Sect!!!"

"Your sword? If you call it, will it agree?" When Meng Hao spoke calmly, he raised his right hand. Immediately, the wooden sword flew over and landed gently in the palm of his hand. It was also in the palm of Meng Hao's hand. On the bed, he kept jumping up and down, seeming extremely excited.

"You!!" The green-shirted old man of Yijian Sect. Almost spitting out blood again, he was so angry that he couldn't bear such a blow and loss even if he was an immortal, let alone the peak of his cultivation at this moment.

Especially... the way the wooden sword looked like it made the green-shirted old man feel like he had been stabbed hard in the heart, because this sword was in need of support for him, and he had never seen this sword before. There is such a scene.

"Stop making trouble and kill him!" Meng Hao also noticed. One of the swords he had buried at the beginning actually gave birth to a sword spirit. Fortunately, his original method was still effective, ensuring that no matter how many times the sword was turned, as long as he saw himself, he would immediately recognize himself as its first owner.

When he spoke now, Meng Hao pointed at the Six Paths Ancestor.

The Patriarch of the Six Paths felt a thud in his heart, his face changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. But before he could retreat far, the wooden sword flew out instantly. The speed was so fast that it was unimaginable, and it also emitted the astonishing power of time. There was nothingness and distortion, and even some monks who were close to the sword withered instantly visible to the naked eye, as if countless years had passed, and some even died instantly.

"Damn it!" The expression of the ancestor of Six Paths changed, and his whole body cultivation exploded with a low roar. However, during the explosion, it was only between the early and middle stages of the question. He could not improve too much. He could only control the incense burner to appear in an instant and block it in front of him. With a sound, the wooden sword stabbed directly on the incense burner.

The roar continued, and cracks appeared in the incense burner, which showed signs of vicissitudes of life, and even showed some signs of decay. It made Liu Dao heartache, but he did not dare to put it away, because he was shocked to find that this sword was only emitting The fluctuations of the years made him look much older all of a sudden. Once he was stabbed by this sword, he could imagine that his lifespan would be completely cut off immediately.

In this panic, his body kept retreating, because what he fears most... who uses special secret methods to promote his cultivation... is the obliteration of time.

The hundreds of thousands of cultivators around were all shocked and did not dare to step forward. They all retreated. Outside this second layer of light curtain, Meng Hao alone and a sword actually made everyone retreat thousands of feet. Unexpectedly, Dare to step forward even a little bit.

"Damn!!"

"Fellow Sword Master, Ancestor Jin Han, and Li Yuanlei, if the three of you don't take action, I will use my remaining soul to stop you!!" The Ancestor of Six Paths saw more and more cracks in the incense burner in front of him and immediately roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, the incense burner in front of him collapsed. At the moment when the wooden sword came speeding towards him, Liu Dao raised his head to the sky and roared. Immediately, his body exploded with a bang, allowing the wooden sword to penetrate.

But there was a ray of soul that instantly flew out and turned into a river of souls. Inside it was not just one soul, but a hundred thousand remnant souls!

When a hundred thousand remnant souls flew out together, the body of the green-shirted old man of Yijian Sect in the sky suddenly burned with a flame. This flame was the fire of his life. When it burned suddenly, his cultivation exploded with a roar, and his whole body It turned into a long rainbow, and actually broke away from the blood mist of the blood demon ancestor. Despite being injured, it went straight to Meng Hao's wooden sword. When he raised his right hand, his whole body seemed to have turned into a sword!

"Meng Hao, kid, die!!"

Meng Hao's eyes flashed. He had no time to kill the hundred thousand remnant souls of the Six Paths. The wooden sword flew back in an instant, and his body quickly retreated. At the moment when the old man in blue shirt from the sword sect chased after him, he retreated into the second layer of the light curtain.

As for the Qingshan Patriarch of the Yijian Sect, not only did he not slow down, but he even went faster, piercing the light curtain.

"Break open!!"

The blood demon ancestor's eyes sparkled with murderous intent, but the clone of Li Xian also gave him a headache. This clone was no longer at the peak of the realm, but one step beyond it, already comparable to a pseudo-immortal.

When he frowned, his eyes suddenly opened in the Blood Demon Mountain and the cave. A drop of blood from the blood pool flew out in an instant. After flying directly out of the cave, it spread violently, and the first layer of light curtain was suddenly separated from the cave. The second layer of light curtain was instantly dyed in blood.

boom!

The bloody light curtain blocked the angry strike of the Qingshan Patriarch of the Yi Sword Sect. (To be continued...) ()