I Shall Seal the Heavens

The Li family was destroyed.

No one was left alive, all died. This was not something Meng Hao could stop. For the Blood Demon Sect, nearly 70% of the disciples died. Even if the relationship between these disciples was cold, in that battle, no matter what they sacrificed their lives for, it has become an obsession for the living.

Obsession for revenge!

The Yijian Sect, because they surrendered first, they can choose to endure.

The Jinhan Sect, because of the close friends of the Shao Sect, they can also choose to endure.

As for the Li family, they can no longer endure. This is not to say that they hate the Li family more, but that they need to kill, need revenge, and need to vent their inner obsession.

The Li family, blood flowed like a river, and the former glory has become a ruin. Perhaps many years later, this place will become yellow earth.

And the cities controlled by the Li family are mostly mortals, and the Blood Demon Sect has not yet reached the point of slaughtering mortals.

The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect left and returned to the Blood Demon Sect. The killing in the South Region was considered to have calmed down, but all the cultivators in the South Region deeply understood... From this moment on, the Blood Demon Sect was not only the first sect in the South Region, but also... the master of the entire South Region!

No force could confront the Blood Demon Sect, because in the Blood Demon Sect... there were a total of four peak seekers!

The Blood Demon Ancestor, the Jin Han Ancestor, the third ancestor of the Li family, and the fourth was the clone of the young sect leader Meng Hao!

The four peak seekers, such strength, looking at the entire South Region, can sweep across the eight directions, even some real super sects in the East, but they are definitely not far behind.

And this is just the power of the surface.

With the demise of the Li family, the South Region has restored peace, but the cultivators in the entire South Region have lost so many people at once, making many places. Obviously a lot vacant.

As for Meng Hao, he did not return to the Blood Demon Sect immediately, but went to the Purple Luck Sect. His arrival shocked the entire Purple Luck Sect. When Meng Hao stood outside the mountain gate of Ziyun Sect, he looked at the huge statue of Zidong Zhenren and remained silent.

After a brief silence, Ziyun Sect held a grand ceremony. The Dandong lineage and the Ziqi lineage all appeared, looking at the familiar faces. Meng Hao sighed in his heart.

He didn't want to see Ziyun Sect treat him like this. Such a meeting was nothing but strange...still strange.

"The Blood Demon Young Sect has arrived. My Ziyun Sect is honored. Please come!" The head of Ziyun Sect, the old man familiar to Meng Hao in his memory, bowed to Meng Hao with a little nervousness.

Behind him, the Ziqi lineage and the Dandong lineage. There were elders who were optimistic about Meng Hao's qualifications and admired him greatly. There were also Lin Hailong, An Zaihai, and Wu Dingqiu, who had been in Zhao State and had some connections with Meng Hao.

All these people were in front of Meng Hao, and they were clasping their fists at this moment.

Meng Hao also saw Han Xueshan, but he didn't see Chu Yuyan.

The respect of Ziyun Sect made Meng Hao sigh in his heart, and he couldn't help but speak. Let Ziyun Sect not do this, but it can't change the evil spirit on him. As well as Qingluo Sect, Yijian Sect. Jinhan Sect and Li Family, the shock to the entire Southern Region also gathered pressure on Meng Hao.

He felt Wu Dingqiu's nervousness, saw that An Zaihai and other purple furnace alchemists were afraid of him, and also saw that Han Xueshan seemed to be a little afraid to approach.

There were other familiar faces, all like himself, the evil spirit was too big, forming a needle, making it impossible for people to approach... Meng Hao was silent, his heart was a little uncomfortable at this moment.

"When a person becomes powerful, will he slowly become alienated from the people he used to be with..." Meng Hao suddenly felt lonely, the kind of loneliness that was clearly standing in front of familiar friends, but still lonely as if he was the only one between heaven and earth.

At this moment, he thought of Chen Fan, the little fat man, and even Elder Ouyang of Kaoshan Sect, and the head of the sect He Luohua, but it has been hundreds of years, and Meng Hao has not met them again.

With a familiar yet strange feeling, Meng Hao walked into Ziyun Sect.

Even when Meng Hao stepped into Ziyun Sect, the ancestor of Ziyun Sect, who usually never appeared and was in seclusion at the peak of the Way of the Dao, also came out of seclusion.

He was a vicissitudes of life middle-aged man, with a fairy-like appearance, but a little thin, and his eyes seemed to be dim, but the aura of the peak of the Way of the Dao was not weak at all.

He stood in the hall, looking at Meng Hao who was surrounded by the people of Ziyun Sect.

"Daoyou Meng, please." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, raised his right hand and waved it, and immediately a table appeared in the hall, with wine, spiritual fruits on it, and some erratic figures appeared around, as if playing beautiful music.

The people of Ziyun Sect stopped outside, clasped their fists and bowed deeply, and then retreated one after another. Only Meng Hao was left in the hall.

"Ancestor, there is no need to do this."

"A visitor is a guest. Whether Daoyou was once a disciple of my Ziyun Sect or not, I will entertain you when you come. Please." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Meng Hao walked forward and sat on one side of the table. The middle-aged man smiled and also sat down cross-legged.

"I am Sun Tao, not an ancestor, but just a medicine boy. So fellow Taoist, you don't have to call me the ancestor. If you really count... I will call you the young master." The middle-aged man laughed, picked up the wine pot, and filled a cup for Meng Hao.

Meng Hao was stunned.

"I used to be the medicine boy of Master Zidong, and I am still one now." The middle-aged man glanced at Meng Hao and smiled slightly.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed for a moment.

"No need to ask, no need to ask, can't ask."

"I already understand your purpose of coming, but your master is currently in seclusion and cannot go out... He asked me to tell you that cultivation... means cultivating the mind!"

"Where the heart is, whether it's red or black, your intention is the key. Your intention is like a knife. Your knife... can cut it off a third time, so why be at a loss."

"In life, you always have to make a choice, whether it is wrong or right. If you go on and look back a few years later, what was wrong...may not be wrong, and what is right...maybe not right."

"Why bother, why be confused, everything...just keep going."

"Because, if there is no wrong, how can there be right? The same principle applies, there is no right. How can there be wrong?" The middle-aged man spoke slowly and looked at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's mind was shaken violently, and he came to the Purple Luck Sect. I just want to see Master Dangui, after being separated for many years. He never forgot the three-kowt ceremony that day.

"In addition, the path of alchemy is the great road. Your master asked me to tell you that it must not be abandoned. Maybe with your current cultivation level, it will not be of much use in the southern land, but your path... is destined to go out of the southern land. Let's go. further.

At that time, the alchemy path... will be your greatest support, allowing you to keep your own elixir fire alive during the difficult journey. "

Meng Hao was silent. After a long time, he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. When he stood up, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply to the middle-aged man.

"Thank you, senior, for your enlightenment. Please tell my master, disciple, that I will never forget my teacher's teachings!" Meng Hao finished. Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked out of the hall.

The middle-aged man sat there cross-legged. Looking at Meng Hao's back, he nodded slightly.

And in this Ziyun Sect, on the first peak of Dandong, in the cave, at this moment, a white-haired old man is sitting cross-legged and meditating. The outside of his body is twisted and void, and there seems to be a vague Taoist secret.

His eyes. At this moment, he opened his eyes slightly and looked outside the cave in the distance. He seemed to have seen Meng Hao walking out of the hall, his look on his face. Show joy.

Meng Hao walked out of the hall, and immediately the head elder of the Ziyun Sect and others hurried forward. Meng Hao suddenly stopped and looked up at the peaks of the Dandong line. It took a long, long time before he looked back.

"I want to go to my cave home back then." Meng Hao looked at the head of the Purple Luck Sect. The head immediately nodded, surrounded Meng Hao, and walked forward.

Not long after, Meng Hao entered the Dandong lineage. He was accompanied by the head elder of the Ziyun Sect and others. When he entered the Dandong lineage, Meng Hao suddenly looked strange.

He saw that... silver gun!

After so many years, this gun is still... pierced into the ground, and even a fence has been repaired around it, making this gun seem to have become a part of the scenery here.

Under the gun, two monks were sitting cross-legged. They were already old men, but Meng Hao could still vaguely see that it was Lu Song and Qian Shuihen from back then.

These two people are now monks in the middle stage of pill formation. They also hold the position of deacon in Ziyun Sect. When Meng Hao saw them at this moment, these two people immediately stood up with respectful expressions and bowed deeply to Meng Hao with clasped fists. .

"Greetings to Senior Meng."

"Haha, does Young Sect still remember this gun?" The head of the Ziyun Sect on the side immediately laughed.

"This gun, after all, was brought back by Elder Wu. After it was pierced here, it has now become a famous area of ​​our Purple Luck Sect."

"Senior Meng, don't worry, this junior will take good care of this gun!" Lu and Qian said excitedly. They had long forgotten the grievances they felt back then. At this moment, they were already fanatical admirers of Meng Hao, and even felt that they could I am very proud to have the past memories with Meng Hao.

Meng Hao coughed dryly and touched his storage bag. There was also a golden gun in his storage bag, but he still couldn't find anyone who could be tricked...

Wu Dingqiu, who was on the side, was trembling at this moment, groaning secretly in his heart. Just as he was about to take a few steps back, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly fell on him.

Wu Dingqiu's body was shaken, and he quickly smiled, while his heart was beating a drum, but he felt that Old Monster Song was the mastermind of what happened back then.

When Meng Hao and the Purple Luck Sect were searching for memories, at this moment, in the North Land on the other side of the Tianhe Sea, there was a killing spree.

On the land near the Tianhe Sea, there are nearly a million monks at the moment, standing ready, divided into more than ten parts, each from the numerous sect tribes in the North.

On the ground, giant beasts hundreds of feet tall were tied by iron chains. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free and were led forward.

In the sky, countless huge evil birds made sharp screams and circled in all directions. Their wings formed huge shadows on the earth in the sunlight, which seemed to cover the sky.

Further away, giants as tall as mountains were taking long strides, holding huge bone clubs in their hands, roaring and roaring. There were dozens of such giants.

Even further back, black clouds filled the air, seeming to hide countless ferocious ghosts, approaching at full speed.

These are the armies of the North. They are gathering on the coast of Tianhe, as if... waiting for something!

The most astonishing thing is that in this area, there are eleven auras rising into the sky, carrying arrogance and pride, all of which are... the auras of the peak of Wenwen! (To be continued) ()