I Shall Seal the Heavens

A moment later, the red mist from all directions gathered and transformed into Meng Hao's figure again. The skin on his body had grown by about 50%, and he no longer looked so ferocious, but the coldness in his expression was still there. There is overwhelming demonic energy in people, but it is even stronger.

With a flick of his sleeves, Meng Hao disappeared in the distance as the minds of the monks from the Southern Region below were shaken. The rainbow disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Of the six battlefields, four have now been stopped, and the last two are still at war.

Meng Hao unleashed all his speed, as if to tear the void apart. Amidst lightning and thunder, he crossed the earth and appeared on the fifth battlefield. There were not many Southern Region monks left here, only a few thousand. There are more than 10,000 monks from the North Region, and they are fighting hard, forcing the monks from the South Region to retreat.

Among the crowd, the little fat man stood out, with blood all over his body and a ferocious expression. Even though his cultivation level was not high, he had too many magic weapons on his body, and his identity was the Young Master of the Jinhan Sect, so there was always someone around him to protect him.

But even so, he still spurted out blood from time to time. When he was in danger many times, he became so angry that he would often open his mouth and bite the opponent when he was in a hurry.

Anyone bitten by him, whether it is flesh, blood, bones, or even magical weapons, will make a clicking sound and be crushed directly, which is very cruel.

"Damn it, is this a ferocious beast or a human? It actually has such sharp teeth!"

"What kind of skills did he practice!!"

"Behead him and break off all his teeth, and you will be able to forge a set of amazingly powerful magic weapons." Everyone in the Northland monks who chased the little fat man had wounds, and the wounds were obviously bitten. , each one was filled with murderous intent, surrounded by precious light outside his body, chasing the little fat man.

"Come on, come on. Fatty will bite you to death!" the little fat man yelled.

Carnage filled the air, the southern monks retreated again, and the northern army came to kill them like crazy. It seems that all the Southern Region monks here are going to be exterminated.

The little fat man's eyes were already red. Seeing that one of his concubines was injured, he immediately rushed out and pulled the injured concubine back. He opened his mouth wide and bit the palm of the approaching Northland monk.

The Northland monk's scalp was numb and he immediately stepped back, only to be bitten empty by the little fat man. Even if the bite is empty, there is still a sound that makes people's scalp numb.

"Damn it!" The Northland monk became angry. As he waved his hand, a piece of bronze iron appeared outside his body. When he threw it violently, the bronze iron melted directly and burst out with a green light, as if carrying spirituality, he went straight to The little fat man left. It looks like it will be enveloped and swallowed.

The little fat man's expression changed.

The crisis of life and death came to mind for a moment, and he quickly retreated. The blue light was faster and was about to touch the little fat man's body.

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly reverberated throughout the world. Just a sound immediately shook the bodies of all the Northland monks, and many of them spurted out blood, and their minds roared. Unstable.

The monk who was chasing the little fat man turned pale instantly. When the blood spurted out, his expression was horrified. Looking up suddenly, what he saw was a dazzling red light, covering the sky.

In the next breath, a hand appeared behind the little fat man, grabbing his shoulder and gently pushing it backwards. Meng Hao's figure appeared directly in front of the little fat man.

"Meng Hao!" The little fat man was immediately surprised. When he spoke, all the Southern Region monks around him immediately became energetic.

"Lord Meng Hao is here!"

"We are saved, Meng Hao is here!"

Most of the Northland monks had heard of Meng Hao's name and knew that the first batch of troops was tricked and killed by a man named Meng Hao. When they heard the word Meng Hao, many people took a breath and subconsciously backed away.

Someone who can trap and kill hundreds of thousands of troops, no matter what method is used, must be amazing.

As soon as Meng Hao appeared, his aura immediately became intimidating, shaking the minds of each and every one of the more than 10,000 Northland monks. At the same time, Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed slightly at the approaching green light.

"Disperse!" he said coldly. The piece of green light immediately trembled, screamed, and quickly retreated. After backlash, the Northland monk was still unable to escape. It shrank in mid-air and turned into bronze again. A powerful force enveloped it, heading straight for Meng Hao, and was caught in Meng Hao's hand.

The bronze block trembled in Meng Hao's hand, as if begging for mercy. Meng Hao glanced at it, put it away, and looked up at the more than 10,000 Northern monks.

His eyes suddenly glowed, and he took a step forward. A large amount of red mist immediately dispersed, like poisonous snakes, running straight towards the tens of thousands of people in an instant, and wormed their way into their bodies in the blink of an eye. The cry was immediately earth-shattering.

Meng Hao stood on the spot, raised his hands, closed his eyes, and roared. As the Northland monks turned into mummies one after another, a large amount of red mist dispersed from their seven orifices. When it returned to Meng Hao's body, his body The skin grew rapidly in just half a stick of incense. When the screams of all the Northland monks here disappeared and the corpses fell one by one, Meng Hao opened his eyes.

Seventy-eight percent of the skin has grown on his body at this moment, and the same is true on his face. His white hair is swaying, and his whole person exudes an evil spirit that makes even the monks in the Southern Region nervous and frightened.

"Blood Demon, the sixth level... is almost here..." Meng Hao murmured, with a cold look in his eyes. He turned back to look at the Southern Region monk. Only when he looked at the little fat man did a smile appear on his lips.

But the smile that fell in the little fat man's eyes made him take a breath.

"You..." He hesitated.

Meng Hao said nothing, turned around, and headed straight into the sky. He was going to the last battlefield, where... he would complete the sixth level of his blood demon!

"You're not Meng Hao, who are you!" The little fat man saw Meng Hao flying up. He couldn't hold back and shouted immediately.

When Meng Hao first appeared before, he was very surprised, but then, he felt a strangeness in Meng Hao. The strange coldness made the little fat man feel that the person in front of him was different from the Meng Hao in his memory. .

Very different!

Chu Yuyan was aware of this, but the little fat man was even more sensitive here.

The Meng Hao in his memory would not kill like this, nor be so cruel, swallowing up the monks' energy, blood, life and soul to practice. This kind of technique is a demonic technique!

This kind of thing would cause consternation in any era and anywhere.

Cold, ruthless, and regarding life as nothing, this was the little fat man's most intuitive feeling about the Meng Hao in front of him. This was completely different from the Meng Hao he remembered who liked to trick people!

Meng Hao paused in mid-air. The little fat man's words echoed in his mind. He didn't look back. After a pause, he walked away and disappeared without a trace.

The sixth battlefield is now the second batch of invading Northland monks in the Southern Territory. The last team of monks responsible for stopping them are some monks from Yijian Sect and Jinhan Sect.

The battlefield here is also the only one... where the Southern Territory has the upper hand!

There were originally more than 20,000 monks in the North, but now there are only more than 10,000 left. The monks in the South are constantly counterattacking, and the killing roars fill the entire battlefield.

Chen Fan is among them, and Li Shiqi is also here. The light of spells and magical powers are everywhere on this battlefield.

Chen Fan's cultivation level has returned to Nascent Soul. He uses a sword. He looks like a sword cultivator with amazing killing power. Li Shiqi is covered in blood. She has not practiced blood demon, but other members of the blood demon sect can The technique is dripping in her hands.

When the roar reverberated, the sky turned red for a moment, and red rain began to fall. The rain appeared so suddenly that the monks in the South and North were immediately shocked.

At this moment, suddenly, the falling rainwater turned directly into red mist. In an instant, it reversed course and headed straight for all the Northland monks. It was so fast that it penetrated them one by one in the blink of an eye.

The southern monks were shocked. When they all retreated, they were shocked to see that all the northern monks let out unprecedented screams at this moment. Their bodies shivered and withered instantly, their hair fell off, and their cultivation spread out from their bodies. Even the soul... flew out from the open mouth and nose.

The same is true for the giants as tall as mountains in the distance. Even those fierce ghosts coming from the north are screaming, their bodies blurred, as if they are about to be wiped out.

All these things made all the monks in the Southern Territory take a breath. This scene was too horrifying, as if this place had become a hell on earth.

As the mummies fell one after another, as the mountain-high giant suddenly died, and as the fierce ghosts disappeared between the sky and the earth with screams, there was a brief silence all around at this moment.

In this silence, countless red mist emerged from each corpse, carrying the souls of these people's Qi, blood and cultivation, straight towards the red clouds in the sky.

This scene is deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the Southern Region monks here. The red mist rolls back, and when it rises into the sky, you can faintly see a figure sitting cross-legged in the red clouds in the sky.

This figure is constantly absorbing the red mist!

Meng Hao's skin grew out in the blink of an eye, and he still looked like a scholar. But on his body, he no longer had the temperament of the scholar before, but only had the coldness and ruthlessness of a blood demon.

His white hair was fluttering, and his eyes slowly opened, as if there were red lightning in his eyes. After harvesting the power of the battlefield below, his body swayed, and he turned and left.

There is an old friend below, but he doesn't want his old friend to see him like this.

"Living sacrifice!! This is a living sacrifice using evil techniques!!"

"Who is that figure in the clouds?" The monks from the southern region of the earth took a breath. Some of them had slightly changed expressions. This scene reminded them of some similar, but not so cruel scenes.

Chen Fan was silent, looking at the sky with confusion, without speaking.

Li Shiqi, who was not far away, trembled. She was a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect. Although she had not practiced Blood Demon, she was not unfamiliar with it.

"It's him..." (To be continued) r752 ()