I Shall Seal the Heavens

Death can make people fearful, but death a hundred times can make people numb, and death of a thousand words can make people feel lost. If death ten thousand times...

It will make a person no longer a person.

It was a kind of pain, a kind of pain that couldn't be ended. This pain filled the hearts of every trialist, making their hearts suffer and making them lose their way.

This trial seems to be a big millstone, turning and crushing all consciousness.

More and more people no longer resist and struggle. If ten thousand times of resistance and struggle are of no avail, how many people will persist...

Meng Hao persisted. Every time after he woke up, he persisted in killing the ferocious beast that came to attack him, killing it ten thousand times.

As time passed, Meng Hao saw too many monks and various choices emerged. Some chose to escape, some chose to turn back and attack the giant, and some chose to commit suicide.

Some people even choose to attack each other.

But no matter what, when Meng Hao woke up again, they would all reappear on the chains, without any exception.

Everyone in the Ninth Mountain and Sea outside looked at the picture, and everyone's heart was shaking. If it was the previous eight levels, they were just shocked, then this time's test made everyone shocked.

They were still envious of these trialists before, and even expressed emotion. Long wind. If literature changed itself, it might be better, but now, after seeing these last two trials, they fell silent.

No one can count how many times he died.

"What exactly is this test? Countless deaths, to the heart. To the Tao. How can it help?"

"These last two levels are simply hell!" Everyone in the Ninth Mountain and Sea outside was breathing rapidly.

“I have seen too many people try various methods, and all their methods combined almost condensed all possibilities, but in the end they all failed.”

"How will you pass this test? That Fang Mu may not be able to become the first person."

There was also silence in the Starry Sky Palace. All the elders of the sect looked at the screen without saying a word.

Death continues, over and over again, without end.

Meng Hao was silent;

He stopped talking, but here he was among the crowd. There were not many who neither tried to escape by other means nor lost their desire to fight. But from the beginning to the end, after every awakening, he is killing people.

It's just that his death is getting faster and faster, because more and more people give up resistance. Every time the chains fly and are thrown out, they close their eyes and face death.

Gradually, the number of monks like Meng Hao who resisted gradually decreased. When the number of tens of thousands at the beginning turned into several thousand, suddenly, Ling Yunzi's voice echoed in the world.

"Say give up and you can leave."

When the nine words spread in all directions, those monks who had faced death before and were at a loss after countless deaths, immediately spoke tremblingly.

"Give up..." As the voice came out, his figure disappeared in an instant, truly disappeared, and left this space.

After him, voices came out one after another, and the figures disappeared one after another.

When a person is not desperate, if you give him a hope, he may not pay attention to it. He has his own firm heart and his own unchanging way.

But... if you have suffered it to the extreme and are in despair, then this hope suddenly appears and the opportunity for relief is right in front of you, then perhaps more people will seize it without hesitation.

More and more people chose to give up, but when the sound echoed, there were also many monks who had no longer resisted before. They seemed to have gained strength and began to kill the ferocious beast.

Time passes slowly, and death appears again and again. The word "give up" seems to have turned into an inner demon, existing in the heart of every monk.

It's very simple, as long as you speak out, all the torture will end and everything will be liberated.

"A very cruel trial." In the Starry Sky Palace, an old man spoke softly.

"Throughout the ages, anyone who can persist in dying thirty thousand times in this level is considered to have passed the level."

"More than 50,000 times, that's a genius!"

"So far, no one has exceeded seventy-nine thousand and thirteen times. That was Fan Lao's previous record."

"This trial is cruel. If you don't give hope, then maybe you will grit your teeth and persevere. But when hope is by your side and you can grab it when you turn around, how many people can persevere?"

"The heart is about refining the heart, Daoguan asked. These two tests test whether the heart is strong enough and the Tao is strong enough."

"The longer you persist, the more terrifying it will be in the future!" When the elders slowly spoke in the Starry Sky Palace, many people in the Ninth Mountain and Sea outside also saw the clues.

"I remembered that Fan Lao died more than 79,000 times in the last two levels. He was the one who persisted until the last one before he chose to give up."

The buzz from the outside world could not be transmitted into this world of reincarnation. Meng Hao was still persisting. Two voices seemed to appear in his heart at this moment, one was telling him to give up, and the other was telling him to persist.

The pain of each death and the confusion after waking up. This sounds simple to say, but in fact, it is torture every time. There are fewer and fewer monks around him.

The voices of giving up that come from time to time will turn into the voices of inner demons, making those who are still persisting want to give up even more.

Time passed again, and there were fewer monks who continued to persist. Only a few hundred people were left. After three days, there were less than a hundred left. After another three days, there were only nine people left.

Among these nine people, three of them gave up resistance despite still persisting. They endured death again and again in a way similar to cheating. Their torment seemed to be less, but in fact, this passivity was more painful.

Meng Hao was one of the remaining six. Every time he woke up, he would fight again.

Meng Hao didn't know how many times he had died. His eyes were red and his eyes were full of blood. When three days passed again, the four monks who died passively could no longer bear it. They gave up.

And the other five people who took action like Meng Hao also gave up.

At this moment. There were only two people left, one was Meng Hao, and the other was... Chen Fan!

Chen Fan was killing. Every time he woke up, he was fighting, as if he could immerse himself in a state in this endless fighting.

The Ninth Mountain and Sea in the outside world is now shaking again. In the Starry Sky Hall, the elders of each sect breathed rapidly and all looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan had been amazing before, but he was unknown in the creation of magical powers. However, he suddenly rose in the last two levels.

"Such a heart, such a way, this boy has great luck!"

"He can actually persist to this extent, he can clearly be liberated. But he still persists, he has died 70,000 times!!"

"He should be able to persist for some time. The most difficult test of this level is actually when there is only one person left. At that time, it is destined to become the first person. The heart will relax and it will be difficult to continue. The old man Fan chose to give up after dying less than a thousand times after he was left alone."

A day later, Chen Fan trembled and chose to give up. He persisted for more than 70,000 times, second only to the old man Fan back then. He attracted much attention. Many sects are ready to recruit him as a disciple.

And at this moment of the trial, everyone was shocked and looked at the only one who existed now... Meng Hao.

"He was the first in the first two levels, and he outshone the first in the middle three levels. He was the first again in the last three levels, and he was the first again in the last two levels!"

"He is destined to rise, and no one can stop him. If he hadn't died young, his name would have been famous in the Ninth Mountain and Sea in the future!"

"I seem to have seen a future supreme..." In the Ninth Mountain and Sea outside, all the cultivators who were paying attention to this trial had their minds buzzing.

They were already convinced by Meng Hao, especially in the last two levels. They asked themselves that if they were in his place, they would not be able to do what Meng Hao did.

Meng Hao was still insisting. He knew that he was the only one left here, but he did not give up. He even smiled. That smile was ferocious and cruel. After waking up again and again, he rushed out and fought with countless ferocious beasts. In this fight, he tempered his heart and his Tao.

"My Tao, the journey of life, has no end, it is free, but now, I am tied up by chains, I am uncomfortable!"

"My heart is unrestrained, the world cannot be destroyed, all things cannot wither, but now, it is hesitating!"

"If the Tao is uncomfortable, I will be comfortable, if the heart is hesitating, I will persist until I don't hesitate!"

"This trial is testing me, but I am using it to sharpen my Tao. If it goes on like this, I seem to be locked, but in fact it is just a shackle, it can't trap me, it can only sharpen the Tao!"

"And if my heart wants it not to hesitate, then I have to persist, persist until... I don't feel pain in this trial, but I feel pleasure!"

"At the moment of passing the level, I am very free, my heart is strong and my will is strong!" Meng Hao's eyes showed a gleam of light, and he killed with a bang.

73,000 times, 76,000 times, 79,000 times...

80,000 times!!

When Meng Hao died 80,000 times, the outside world roared. Even though the elders of various sects in the Starry Sky Hall were used to Meng Hao creating miracles, they were still shaken.

"Surpassed Elder Fan!!"

"I counted, this is the 80,000th time. He has become the first person in this level from ancient times to the present!!"

"Fang Mu, Fang Mu, this name will surely shock the world in the future!"

When everyone was in an uproar, Meng Hao still insisted. A smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. His body was gradually filled with joy. It was not joy of death, not joy of killing, but joy of his own Tao, his heart, which was more determined at this moment.

In front of Tao and heart, death... is only worthy of being a test.

A few days later, 90,000 times!

A few days later... 100,000 times! !

When the 100,000th time appeared, the whole world was shocked. When Meng Hao woke up, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind and clouds rolled back, and the giant slowly raised the wooden stick and knelt on one knee. In the cracks in the sky, countless beasts actually crawled on the ground.

Like worshipping!

Cleared!

Second update, I want to seal the sky for my first birthday. If you have a guaranteed monthly ticket, please give it to Fengtian! (To be continued...)

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