I Shall Seal the Heavens

In the roar, Lei Ding directly smashed the sword dragon and smashed it into the Yi Jian Sect's formation.

The ripples echoed, and in the eyes of outsiders, Yi Jian Zong immediately twisted, as if it could be torn apart at any time. Inside Yi Jian Zong, the bodies of Jian Lao and the other three people shook, and blood spurted out.

The tens of thousands of disciples of Yi Jian Sect were all trembling, their faces were pale, and blood was spurting out.

"Second Formation!!" Jian Lao's shrill voice echoed in Yi Jian Sect. Immediately, the tens of thousands of disciples took out the pills one by one and swallowed them without hesitation.

They knew very well that this battle was a battle for the survival of Yi Jian Sect. If the formation could stop it, then Yi Jian Sect could continue to seal the mountain, but if it could not be stopped... then the price would be Yi Jian Sect. From now on Erased in the Southern Territory.

Another possibility is to choose to surrender.

As the people of Yi Jian Sect were operating with all their strength, countless sword lights appeared in this sword sect in an instant. From the ground, from the mountains, from the attic, and from every corner, swords appeared in an instant. fly out.

There were more than one hundred thousand of these swords. After they all flew up, they surrounded Yi Jian Sect and formed a storm. During the roar of the storm, the swords were combined with each other, and impressively... formed a majestic sword. !

It is ten thousand feet high, covering Yi Jian Sect, as if the entire Yi Jian Sect is covered with a layer of sword armor.

Meng Hao's expression remained as usual. He raised his right hand and made a move in the air. The thunder cauldron immediately shrank. When it returned in an instant, it appeared in Meng Hao's hand. When he held it in his hand, his whole body was immediately filled with thunder.

"Break this formation!" When Meng Hao said calmly, the ancestor of the Jinhan Sect and the third ancestor of the Li family rushed out in an instant, approaching the sword armor in an instant, and with a wave of their hands, their peak cultivation level exploded, with a rumble. When the loud noise reverberated, tens of thousands of Blood Demon Sect's disciples all took action in unison, bombarding the Yijian Sect's formation like a rain of magical powers.

Meng Hao's second self also appeared under the control of his mind. The wooden sword of time roared in his hand, and he also entered it with the light of the sword.

With the power of several tens of thousands of people, and three cultivators at the top of the Taoist cultivator, the bombardment formation immediately caused the Sword Sect's sword to tremble continuously, and even cracked in many places.

Meng Hao stood in mid-air, watching all this with cold eyes.

The roar continued, and after half an hour, the swords of the Yijian Sect could no longer be maintained. Many of the sword bodies suddenly collapsed, making the formation no longer complete, and the speed of fragmentation became faster and faster.

After a moment, there was a loud bang,

The entire formation collapsed completely. Even the flying swords were broken into pieces and rolled backwards in all directions. The entire Yijian Sect's formation seemed to have been torn open with a crack.

Through the gap, you can see the real Yijian Sect inside, and you can even see the tens of thousands of pale-faced disciples in the Yijian Sect, as well as the despair of the three spirit-slaying old men.

boom!

Meng Hao's second self stepped into the crack. When his eyes flashed, he violently tore his hands to both sides. With a click, the crack was directly torn open, forming a huge scar. Sometimes this sword sect's formation, Completely destroyed.

At the same time, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect suddenly rushed in, formed a blood cloud, and rushed into the Yijian Sect.

Everyone in the Yijian Sect, under this absolute power, could not resist. I don't know who was the first to kneel to the ground. Soon, all the disciples knelt down.

"Surrender, I am willing to surrender!"

"I'm waiting to surrender!"

The three Jian Lao people from Yi Jian Sect had pale faces. Two of them were laughing miserably and were about to choose to surrender. But at this moment, Jian Lao's eyes flashed and his body suddenly teleported, appearing not far away. There was no one around him. The sword is only around the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man.

As soon as he appeared, he suddenly raised his right hand and pressed it on the middle-aged man's head. When he raised his head suddenly, there was a hint of madness and ferocity in his eyes.

"Meng Hao!!"

"This is Chen Fan, your senior brother from the sect that you supported back then. He is also your best friend. If you dare to let anyone touch you, I will bury him with you even if I die!"

His voice was shrill. When it came out, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect stopped instantly and looked at Jian Lao coldly one by one. Even the disciples of the Yi Jian Sect were all stunned for a moment, but no one was surprised. On the contrary, Looks paler.

Especially the two spirit-slaying masters of the Yijian Sect were shocked. They were no match for the Blood Demon Sect. The confrontation just now proved that the Blood Demon Sect was unstoppable.

Surrender is the only way out!

But now that Jian Lao did this, he immediately implicated the people of Yi Jian Sect, and even provoked the evil star Meng Hao. The expressions of these two people suddenly changed.

"Jian Lao can't do this!!"

"Jian Lao, you..."

The old swordsman looked ferocious as he held Chen Fan's head tightly. He raised his head with madness and looked at Meng Hao, who was slowly walking towards the Blood Demon Sect crowd.

"Meng Hao, give me the Immortal Puppet of my Yi Sword Sect. I only want that Immortal Puppet. Once I get it, it will not hurt Chen Fan in the slightest!"

"Are you crazy?" Meng Hao's face was extremely gloomy. He had seen Chen Fan's desolation and wanted to help, but Chen Fan was obviously heartbroken. This time when he came to Yijian Sect, in addition to letting the Blood Demon Sect In addition to revenge, he also missed Chen Fan in his heart.

"It doesn't matter if you're crazy, I just want that fairy puppet to be handed over, and I'll let him go!" Jian Lao's eyes were red and he roared.

Chen Fan looked pale. He looked around and saw Meng Hao. He did not speak, but had a smile on his face, just like the smile he had when he first saw Meng Hao in the Southern Territory.

"Junior brother, you have grown up..." Those were his words back then. Now, in this smile, Meng Hao seemed to see his senior brother who was once full of vigor and vitality, and Chen Fan who was devoted to seeking the truth in Kaoshan Sect.

Hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and things have changed, but the emotions of the sect at that time have always remained.

"Meng Hao, although you are brilliant, your senior brother has suffered to the extreme in these years!" Jian Lao's eyes showed malice, staring at Meng Hao. Seeing Meng Hao's gloomy face, he was relieved in his heart and sneered.

"This Chen Fan was originally the prodigy of my Yijian Sect, one of the seven swords, but he shouldn't... fall in love with the mountain spirit!" He was afraid that Meng Hao would not care about Chen Fan's life or death, and wanted Meng Hao to pity this old friend, so he immediately spoke.

"The mountain spirit is made of rocks. It is another treasure in our Yijian Sect besides the inherited treasure!"

"She must not be moved by mortal emotions. Once moved, she will no longer be a spirit. Separated from the rocks, it will affect the luck of our Yijian Sect. After all... the stone, according to rumors, comes from the ninth mountain!"

When Jian Lao sneered and spoke, Meng Hao's mind emerged with the woman who floated down from the top of the mountain when he first came to Yijian Sect.

"He violated the sect rules, causing the rocks to be covered with dust and his luck to be gone. He ran away with the mountain spirit and was then caught by our Yijian Sect... For him, his master..."

"Stop talking!" Chen Fan's eyes suddenly opened, revealing bloodshot, and he yelled wildly.

Meng Hao was shocked. He had known Chen Fan for so many years, but this was the first time he saw Chen Fan so affectionate. The pain in his eyes and the madness in his expression reminded Meng Hao of his own madness when he saw Xu Qing's residual soul in Qingluo Sect.

"Stop talking? Why not? For you, your master took the anger of the sect on your behalf, was abolished, and fell into the mortal world until death. And here, if it weren't for the mountain spirit threatening to collapse the rocks and making a pact with the sect, you would have been trapped in the rocks forever, and you would have survived." "Stop talking, stop talking..." Chen Fan trembled, tears flowed from his eyes, his expression was extremely painful, and his eyes became more and more lifeless in his miserable smile. He would never forget the words that his master said when he stood in front of him and bowed to the people of the entire sect. "He is my disciple, and I will bear his sins." He watched his master's cultivation being abolished, and watched the former Nascent Soul powerhouse eventually become an ordinary old man. Until the day of his death, his master did not complain about him, but was still gentle to him. But the more he did so, the more his heart hurt. That feeling was enough to drive people crazy. And his master's offspring hated him so much that he wanted to die.

He hated that he was powerless to change all this, hated that the One Sword Sect was too heartless, and he also wanted to die, but... he couldn't forget Shan Ling, couldn't forget that woman.

He could only drink, and in his drunken dreams, recall the good times in the past. He was sorry for his master, sorry for that woman, sorry for all those who cared about him.

Meng Hao was silent. He finally understood what happened to Chen Fan, and why a person, from the high spirits of the past, fell into the extreme decadence of today.

"Don't say it... please, don't say it... please..." Chen Fan murmured, lowered his head, and spoke bitterly.

"If it weren't for the mountain spirit, you thought that you had committed such a great crime, how could your Nascent Soul be shattered and you could never break through again in this life, for such a small price?

Your existence is the means for the sect to influence the mountain spirit, but unfortunately...the changes in the Blood Demon Sect this time were too sudden. Only the ancestor knew how to control the rocks. If he hadn't died, it would not be so easy for you to break through the formation here." Jian Lao sneered and swept his eyes over Meng Hao. The more Meng Hao cared, the more he thought he had a better grasp.

"You alone harmed your master and ruined your Taoist partner. Why can't someone tell you?"

"Shut up!" Meng Hao's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent. When he spoke, his voice was like a rolling thunder, rumbling out. Just the sound made Jian Lao's eyes shrink, and his heart roared, and his right hand suddenly pinched.

At the same time, the Thunder Cauldron in Meng Hao's hand suddenly flashed!

Transfer!

It was not Jian Lao who changed, but Chen Fan under his palm!

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