I Shall Seal the Heavens

The thunder cauldron in Meng Hao's hand suddenly dazzled with lightning. Amidst the roar of thunder, Yi Jian Zong Jian Lao's complexion changed drastically. A bad premonition arose in his heart. He pinched his right hand fiercely without hesitation, and was about to knock Chen Fansheng under his palm into the sky. Inside the spirit, threaten Meng Hao with this harm.

But almost as soon as he exerted his force, an astonishing force came out from under his palm, as if what he was holding was not flesh and blood, but a piece of red iron. The force of the shock, and the force coming out of his hand. The feeling of acupuncture surprised Jian Lao.

At the same time, he was horrified to find that the place where Meng Hao was staring at... Meng Hao disappeared, and Chen Fan actually appeared there.

Jian Lao's heart skipped a beat. When he lowered his head, he immediately saw that the person held by his right hand was Meng Hao!

He was stunned for a moment, then his scalp became numb, and his body suddenly retreated, almost out of his mind.

"What kind of magical power is this!!!" Jian Lao was completely shocked by this scene. In fear and horror, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out blood, making his escape speed increase again.

"Want to leave?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He raised his left hand and pointed forward. Immediately, the wooden sword of time beside the second deity buzzed, and a moment came. No matter how fast the old sword was, it could not be faster than the wooden sword of time. .

In the blink of an eye, the sword came with a roar. Before it was even close, the years and time were distorted in all directions. Jian Lao's body was rapidly withering visibly to the naked eye. When he let out a shrill scream in shock, it was the wooden sword of years that came from A flash of light penetrated his head.

Kill with one sword!

Clean and neat, without any sloppiness, it directly caused the sword to grow old, the body to wither instantly, the soul to die, and the body to fall. It was as if it had passed through the years and turned directly into ashes.

There is no trace of existence anymore, completely...dead.

The other two spirit-slaying experts from Yijian Sect. There were also tens of thousands of Yi Sword Sect disciples, all of them were in shock. When their faces turned pale, the two powerful spirit-slayers jumped up and immediately knelt down to Meng Hao.

"We are willing to surrender to the Blood Demon Sect and pay our respects to the Young Sect!"

"Greetings to the Young Sect!" The disciples of the Yijian Sect were shocked and quickly knelt down to Meng Hao. Their voices trembled, but tens of thousands of people spoke in unison. Sound waves still formed, echoing around.

Meng Hao said nothing and turned to look at Chen Fan. He looked at Chen Fan who looked sad at the moment, as if he didn't have much nostalgia for life, was living in pain, and wanted to be freed.

Meng Hao's heart felt stinging.

The senior brother in his memory was not like this. He was dedicated to seeking the truth. Have great ambitions, although some are pedantic, but no matter when. A hero who can stand in front of him and shield himself from wind and rain.

In his eyes, Meng Hao will always be the junior disciple he was back then. He will always be the junior disciple who needs his care and even consider life-long matters after the sect is gone.

"Senior brother..." Meng Hao spoke softly.

Chen Fan was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, looked at Meng Hao, and smiled reluctantly.

"Little junior brother. You have grown up... I feel relieved here... Do you have time? If so. Have a drink with senior brother."

Meng Hao immediately nodded, a disciple of the Yi Sword Sect. There were also monks from the Blood Demon Sect who withdrew one after another with Meng Hao's wave, surrounding the Yi Sword Sect and waiting cross-legged.

The entire Yijian Sect was now silent, except for Meng Hao and Chen Fan. On the top of the mountain not far away, under the strange rocks, Chen Fan took out the wine bottle and handed it to Meng Hao.

Meng Hao had mixed feelings in his eyes, but he didn't know how to persuade him. He could only take it and take a big drink.

The wine was very strong, and after entering the mouth, it seemed like a fire was burning in the body.

"She is your sister-in-law." Chen Fan looked at the rocks and murmured.

Meng Hao was silent.

"We promised that the road to immortality is bumpy, so it would be better to stay together for a lifetime."

"She has fallen into a deep sleep. Maybe she will not wake up in this life, or maybe she will wake up... I will stay here and accompany her. That is our promise."

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry for his old man..." Chen Fan said and shed tears. A middle-aged man who looked like an old man shed more and more tears in front of Meng Hao.

He rarely cried. When he and Shan Ling were captured, he didn't cry. When Shan Ling was willing to sleep, he had tears in his heart but couldn't cry. When his master accepted the punishment on his behalf, he cried for the first time.

When the master died, he cried for the second time.

Now, seeing Meng Hao, he shed tears for the third time.

"Senior brother..." Meng Hao opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he fell silent again, but there was a hint of persistence in his eyes. He suddenly raised his right hand, and a drop of blood gradually condensed in his hand.

This condensation of blood made Meng Hao's face pale. The blood was so bright that Chen Fan was startled. Then he seemed to realize something and immediately stood up and stepped back, his expression showing a stern expression.

"Junior brother, what are you doing? Stop immediately!"

"Senior brother, I can't help you with anything. The only thing I can help you is to restore your cultivation and increase your lifespan, so that... you can have more time to accompany your Tao. "Mate." Meng Hao took a deep breath and suddenly raised his right hand. With one finger, the drop of blood containing his life fell on Chen Fan's forehead.

Instantly integrated into it, Chen Fan's body shook. At this moment, the broken Nascent Soul fragments in his body seemed to have reversed time and reappeared. After absorbing this drop of blood, these fragments suddenly reunited together.

This drop of blood not only contains Meng Hao's life, but also the power of his eternal realm. It is this power that can restore Chen Fan's cultivation.

But for Meng Hao, he could only condense a few drops of this kind of life-containing blood in his lifetime. Once there were too many, his eternity would disappear.

But Chen Fan was his senior brother, and the friendship and memories of the past made Meng Hao do this without the slightest hesitation. On the contrary, if he didn't do this, he... wouldn't be Meng Hao anymore.

Chen Fan's body trembled. When a mouthful of black blood spurted out a moment later, the Nascent Soul appeared in his body, and his whole body's cultivation exploded. His black and white hair turned into black hair in the blink of an eye.

The old face also regained its heroic appearance at this moment. It no longer looked like an old man, but a middle-aged one, with an aura looming over him.

This fits the appearance of Chen Fan in Meng Hao's memory.

"Junior brother, you..." Chen Fan looked at Meng Hao blankly.

"Senior brother, don't mention this matter again, you are my senior brother..." Meng Hao spoke softly.

Chen Fan was silent for a long time, nodded slowly, took out the wine bottle, and drank with Meng Hao under the rock.

The sky gradually darkened, until the bright moon hung high, and until the early morning sun lifted its head, Meng Hao took the initiative to find a topic, and recalled the sect that he used to support, the past Southern Territory, and the beautiful scenes with Chen Fan.

When the early sun fully rose, Meng Hao stood up.

"Senior brother, I have to leave... If you are tired here, you can take your sister-in-law to the Blood Demon Sect." Meng Hao looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan was silent and looked up at the rocks. He could vaguely see the woman with her eyes closed inside the rocks.

"You have grown up, and senior brother is old..."

"You don't have to worry about me, just go your way...I have my own way too, and I will stay here with her until the day I close my eyes."

"If that day comes, little junior brother... bury me here, sunrise and sunset, forever and ever. If there is an afterlife... I will also find this place, life after life... waiting for the day she wakes up." Chen Fan murmured softly. He muttered, turning his head and looking deeply at Meng Hao.

"Junior brother... take care. Senior brother has no abilities. What I can do... is to silently pray for you. I hope you will go all the way... Qingyun!"

Meng Hao looked at Chen Fan with a complicated expression. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He would never forget the figure in the patron sect who was bent on asking questions, and he would never forget the figure who stood in front of him to protect him. His back, let alone his senior brother who is standing there and murmuring.

"Senior brother...take care." Meng Hao murmured softly, cupped his fists and bowed deeply before turning around and walking away with a sigh in his heart.

Chen Fan sat down cross-legged silently. When he raised his head, he looked at Meng Hao walking away.

"Ling'er, he is my junior brother. In my heart, he is also my relative... I don't have many relatives. He and Junior Sister Xu are the only two of them."

"If you still have spirit, pray with me for them..."

Meng Hao flew out of the Yi Jian Sect. As soon as he appeared, the Yi Jian Sect disciples and Blood Demon Sect monks outside all stood up with respectful expressions.

"Hand over a ray of your soul and swear a blood oath. From now on, you will stay here and become one of the branches of my Blood Demon Sect! Everything can be as usual, but your sect's jade slips, classics, and inheritance Everything must be handed over.”

"From now on, there is no Yi Sword Sect in the Southern Territory, only the Blood Demon Sect!"

"Under the rocks at the top of the mountain, Chen Fan is my brother. No one is allowed to step into the mountain where he is, and no one can disobey him in the slightest." Meng Hao glanced at the people of the Yijian Sect and spoke slowly.

The disciples of the Yijian Sect bowed their heads one by one. They had been prepared for this since they chose to surrender. Then they sent out their sworn souls one by one. After being sorted by the Blood Demon Sect, they turned into soul slips and handed them to Meng Hao. , followed immediately by sorting out the magic weapons and classics, and emptying out the Yi Jian Sect’s treasure house.

After taking away all the sect's inheritance, some Blood Demon Sect disciples were left stationed here, and then...

Meng Hao flicked his sleeves and immediately led everyone from the Blood Demon Sect away in a roar.

The target...Jin Hanzong!

As for his second self, he disappeared early as he took a step and was arranged to go elsewhere by Meng Hao. (To be continued) ()