I Shall Seal the Heavens

In the blood cocoon, the figure sitting cross-legged and meditating has pale hair and no skin on the body. Some blood vessels and meridians can be seen. The whole person looks very scary.

His eyes were lifeless, and there was a monstrous demonic energy emanating from his body, as if he had become a blood demon!

It was Meng Hao!

The absorbed energy, blood and cultivation of more than 100,000 monks, as well as their souls, allowed Meng Hao to dissolve the destructive power that spread into his body when the pseudo-immortal puppet collapsed.

But he was still unable to fully recover.

The outside world called Meng Hao's name, and the sound became stronger and stronger. When it passed through the blood cocoon, it echoed in Meng Hao's ears, muffled, as if it was being stretched.

Gradually, Meng Hao's eyes were no longer confused, and became clear.

"I... am Meng Hao..." As he murmured, Meng Hao's body shook violently, his mind roared, and all the memories emerged at this moment.

From when he was young, until his parents disappeared when he was seven years old, he chased out of the mist to the Guoshan Sect, Ziyun Sect, the Western Desert, Demon Immortal Sect, Tianhe Sea, and then fought in the Southern Region.

He remembered everything, his wedding to Xu Qing, and watching Xu Qing's soul return to Wangchuan. This scene made Meng Hao's body tremble. At the same time, on the back of his right hand, there was a mark that had appeared before. Appeared again, flash after flash.

Looking down at the mark on the back of his hand, Meng Hao seemed to have some more memories in his mind that were unfamiliar to him. Those memories were just broken fragments that could not be connected together.

These clips are all scenes from before he was seven years old, but the scene in the picture is not from Zhao Guo. But a strange place. Especially in one of the pictures. There are seven moons in the sky, one is bright and six are dim.

In this unique sky, he was held in the arms of a woman. There was a young man beside him, looking at him with a smile. Farther away, there was a tall old man. The laughter echoed, extremely kind.

Meng Hao was familiar with that man and woman. They were the faces of his parents in his memory.

But the sky, the earth, and the whole world were strange to Meng Hao.

That place... is not the southern part of the world.

"Just like the curse of Southern Heaven, it has no effect on me... Am I really not born in Southern Heaven?" Meng Hao was silent on this question. He didn't have time to think about it, now he was in this blood cocoon.

I was attracted by these scattered memory fragments in my mind.

After a long time, the mark on the back of Meng Hao's hand slowly dissipated. He raised his head and slowly stood up amidst the calls from the outside world. The moment he stood up, the blood cocoon around him roared and collapsed, turning into A bloody storm rose up in the sky.

In the storm, Meng Hao stepped out. In the eyes of all the Southern Region monks around him, Meng Hao walked out of the bloody storm. He had white hair, a ferocious appearance, and no skin on his body. However, they were not afraid and still called.

"Meng Hao!"

"Meng Hao!"

"Meng Hao!!"

Dan Gui, Ancestor Song, and Ancestor Jin Han all came quickly, and when they appeared next to Meng Hao, Meng Hao's second self also recovered and appeared in the distance.

"Hao'er..." Dan Gui looked at Meng Hao's current body, feeling heartbroken.

"Master, it's okay... this is just an excess of the sixth level of the blood demon body." Meng Hao cupped his fists and bowed, then spoke softly as he raised his head.

"The blood demon is on the sixth floor!" Old Ancestor Song took a breath and looked at Meng Hao.

This is indeed the sixth level of the blood demon body. At the moment when Meng Hao finally collapsed, his blood demon body opened the sixth level on its own. It seemed that to step into this sixth level, he had to experience such an explosion of blood all over his body. dissipate.

"Then now..." Dan Gui looked at Meng Hao.

"Master, are there any of the second group of monks coming from the North who are still in the South?" When Meng Hao spoke, a flash of red light flashed in his eyes.

"Yes! There are six battlefields in total, three or four overlapping here. Now there are four more, scattered in four directions. The total number of Northland monks is about one hundred thousand!" Dan Gui seemed to have realized something, with a trace of worry in his eyes. He understood that Meng Hao's current state was that of a demon, a murderous demon.

"Master, I have found the way to the third sword." Meng Hao looked at the Alchemy Ghost and clasped his fists respectfully.

Dan Gui's eyes narrowed, and then he laughed, no longer worried. He raised his right hand and waved, and a jade slip flew out, which contained the locations of the four monk armies in the North.

Meng Hao took the jade slip, clasped his fists towards Ancestor Song and Jin Han, and bowed to the surrounding Southern Region monks. Then he flew up and flew straight into the distance. When his second self twisted, he disappeared. It turned into Meng Hao's shadow and went away together.

After Meng Hao left, Alchemy Ghost took out the alchemy furnace, released a large amount of elixirs, and gave them to the monks in the Southern Region. He also asked everyone to repair them, while he, Ancestor Jin Han and Ancestor Song began to arrange formations.

They understand that the war is not over yet. The stronger third batch of Northland is on the way and will arrive in a short time. That will be the final battle that determines the outcome.

Although...the Southern Territory has little chance of winning, we still have to fight!

They would rather die in battle than let the Southern Territory fall from now on.

At the same time, Meng Hao transformed into a bloody rainbow in mid-air and galloped forward. He held the jade slip in his hand, aiming for the second battlefield not too far away from here.

"The blood demon has three realms. In the first realm, I can fight in the early stage of Dao Dao. In the second realm, I can fight in the middle stage of Dao Dao. And the great achievement of this third realm, with my current cultivation level, can also fight Shake the peak of Dao! ”

"If I can slash out the third sword and step into Wendao, then in Wendao... I will be invincible!" Meng Hao looked calm and murmured in his heart.

"The third soul-killing sword... I already have a clue." When Meng Hao spoke softly, he lowered his head and glanced at the shadow on the ground that outsiders could not see. That was his second self.

As he moved forward, he was moving very fast. It didn't take long before he heard the sound of fighting in the distance. This sound was not as shocking as a battle involving hundreds of thousands of people, but it could still shake the world.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of people were fighting.

One side is constantly retreating, and the other is approaching cruelly. Wherever it passes, the ground is filled with blood, and corpses are everywhere in the distance.

More than 20,000 northern monks are fighting with more than 10,000 southern monks. The southern monks here are mainly from the Purple Luck Sect. Among them, the genius of the Purple Luck Sect has not fully grown up and cannot occupy it. The ones who really made a difference were the three spirit-killing old men.

On the Northland side, Zhan Ling dispatched four people.

During the roar, the monks from the Southern Territory continued to retreat. All three of Zhan Ling were seriously injured. Too many disciples died, including Chu Yuyan. Her face was pale at the moment, with blood at the corner of her mouth, and she was still fighting with others.

There are too many familiar figures of Meng Hao, all here, some have fallen, and some are still holding on, roaring to the sky.

Meng Hao's figure, like a bloody meteor, dyed the sky red when it roared from the sky. As soon as it appeared, the tens of thousands of people fighting on the earth were immediately shaken.

Especially those old soul-killing men shrank their eyes. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether the coming people were friends or foes!

Only Chu Yuyan, after narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, spurted out blood. When she raised her head, she only glanced at the figure in Changhong, and her heart trembled violently.

That white hair, that figure with skin inside, that seemingly ferocious and terrifying appearance, but in her eyes, she recognized it at a glance... that was Meng Hao.

"What's wrong with him..." Chu Yuyan's heart ached. She had her pride, but under this pride, there was still the heartache that surfaced when she saw Meng Hao like this.

boom!

Meng Hao descended like a meteor, blasting into the crowd in the North. As soon as he landed, the ground shook and cracks appeared one after another. Many North monks spurted blood and their bodies collapsed.

The four spirit-slaying experts from the North jumped in their hearts and charged towards them with gritted teeth. But before they could get close, Meng Hao raised his right hand and waved forward. Immediately, a large amount of red mist spread in all directions.

The four spirit-slayers were the first to bear the brunt. The mist penetrated into their bodies in an instant, followed by shrill screams that shook the earth. Even though they were strong spirit-slayers, their bodies withered away in the blink of an eye, and their energy and blood , cultivation and souls were quickly extracted. As the mist dispersed, the four people turned into mummies and fell to the earth.

This scene shook all the northern monks, but then, the red mist spread, and the screams suddenly started.

All the Northland monks were ferocious and murderous just now, but now they were trembling and miserable, their bodies withered, their cultivation dissipated, and their souls were drawn out.

The entire battlefield was momentarily occupied by this tragic scene. The disciples of the Ziyun Sect all turned pale and retreated. While being shocked by Meng Hao, they also showed fear.

"who is he!!"

"The whole body is bloody, there is no skin, and the magic is weird!"

"This...how is it somewhat similar to Meng Hao's blood demon body..."

Chu Yuyan stared blankly at Meng Hao among the monks in the North. Seeing his blood-demon-like figure, her heart ached even more. She seemed to be able to tell that there was a sense of sadness in Meng Hao's body. meaning.

During the roar, more than 20,000 northern monks around Meng Hao turned into mummies amidst the piercing screams. As the red mist dissipated from their bodies and condensed back onto Meng Hao, Meng Hao's At this moment, the body made a clicking sound.

The originally skinless body grew some skin at this moment, and the body's vitality and blood were so strong that the sky seemed to be shaken, and thunder was heard.

"Meng Hao! He is...Meng Hao!"

"It's really Meng Hao. I didn't see it just now. When the skin on his body recovered a little, I saw that he... is Meng Hao!"

"Why did he become like this!" All the Ziyun Sect disciples were shocked. When the words came out, Meng Hao jumped up, looked down at the ground, and at everyone, before Chu Yu After staying a little longer on Yan, he turned around and walked away.

"Go to the Blood Demon Sect and assemble there!" Meng Hao's voice came from afar. (To be continued...) ()