I Shall Seal the Heavens

The restaurant was full of people, but no one noticed the abnormality in Meng Hao's place. Meng Hao gently put down his wine glass, looking normal, but at this moment, there was a huge wave in his heart, and there was even a roaring sound echoing in his mind.

He turned his head in silence, glanced at the person who had said before that the corpse contained seven stars in his eyes, then bowed his head and continued to drink.

"It's strange to say that this immortal is dead, but the body has such a coercion, which has caused a series of changes in the world, causing several major sects and families to stop at the position of the corpse for three years."

"I heard that these major sects and families have made some preparations recently. I think they might be able to cross a hundred feet this time." The discussion continued until noon, and most of the people left. The monk who had mentioned the seven stars in the eyes of the corpse was also joking with his companions and was about to leave the restaurant.

But at this moment, Meng Hao tapped lightly on the table with his right hand. Under this tap, a wave suddenly reverberated, causing the bodies of those who were about to leave to vibrate, their complexions changed drastically, and they all looked at Meng Hao.

The cultivation base of Meng Hao spread out at this moment, and the coercion belonging to the establishment of the foundation instantly enveloped the entire restaurant, but it dissipated quickly, but it was just this moment, but it made these monks who had condensed eight or nine floors tremble immediately, their faces turned pale, and they were worried about how to offend the strong foundation establishment in front of them.

"Senior..." Several people clasped their fists together. Although they were in awe in their hearts, they also knew that fighting in the city was not allowed, and the opponent would not attack easily, but being intimidated by a foundation cultivator, to them, was like the power of the sky, and they were terrified.

"You, come here." Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed at one of them. This man was a young man of twenty-seven or eight years old, with a cultivation level of Qi Condensation Level 8. At this moment, Meng Hao pointed at him, and his body trembled immediately, and his face lost all color in an instant.

"Senior..." There was panic in his eyes, but he was at a loss inside. He had never seen this strong foundation builder in front of him before, and he didn't know why he attracted the attention of the other party. At this moment, the monks around him all backed away, one by one, hurriedly exited the restaurant, not daring to approach, and most of them heaved a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Meng Hao was expressionless, and picked up the wine glass to take a sip. The young man hesitated for a moment, not daring not to step forward, and approached cautiously. Even though he was afraid in his heart, he was respectful by Meng Hao's side.

"You just said that the pupils of the immortal corpse's eyes were gray and contained seven stars. Is this true?" Meng Hao raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him.

"Back to the seniors, this junior didn't see it with his own eyes, it was just hearsay, but a friend of mine did indeed see this scene." The young man hastily opened his mouth, not daring to hide anything.

"Where is your friend?" Meng Hao pondered, and opened his mouth slowly.

"I haven't seen him for half a year. He is a disciple of Shuiguo Sect, his name is Xu Yan." The young man said quickly, afraid that Meng Hao would feel that he was lying if he spoke too slowly.

Meng Hao frowned slightly, nodded, and waved his hand to indicate that the other party could leave. The young man hurriedly backed away with his hands clasped in fists, and only after leaving the restaurant did he let out a long breath. Feeling scared, he left in a hurry, secretly thinking that he would never come to this restaurant again.

Meng Hao's eyes were pensive. There were not many people in the restaurant at the moment, but they all had Qi Concentration cultivation. After seeing the previous scene, they all checked out and left. After a while, the entire restaurant was empty.

"The pupils are gray and contain seven stars. Could it be that this corpse is the skeleton that woke up in the vortex I saw outside the tenement building in Zhao's capital!" Meng Hao's heart sank. When he saw the skeleton with his own eyes back then, he felt something was wrong. The more he analyzed it now, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"If you want to confirm,

I just need to take a look at that corpse..." Meng Hao was silent, got up and went back to the room, the matter about the immortal corpse turned into a heavy boulder, and weighed down on Meng Hao's heart, he had a feeling that the corpse fell, as if... came for himself.

For the next half month, Meng Hao mostly inquired about the corpse of this immortal when he went out, and he gradually got a better understanding of the shock caused by this corpse in the past two or three years.

"As soon as the corpse fell, it aroused the special attention of the three major families of the five major sects in the Southern Region, and they all went out to search, but they stopped a thousand feet away, and even had friction with the strange existence in the death cave."

"Afterwards, these major sects tried many times, and even dispatched a lot of sect treasures, and then they got close to the position of Baizhang... The most sensational thing is that half a year ago, a sword sect invited Dao Yun from the sect to break through Baizhang, and took out two drops of blood from the corpse!

One drop of blood was exchanged by Purple Fortune Sect at a huge price, and one drop was left in Yijian Sect to be used by his sect to comprehend the fairy spirit. "Meng Hao sat cross-legged in the room, holding a jade slip in his right hand, which recorded details about the corpse. Meng Hao bought it with some spirit stones.

"Even the monks from the Eastern Land Tang Dynasty came a year ago to investigate this matter... Now that the Western Desert has also arrived, this corpse is called an immortal, which is enough to cause shocks in the entire cultivation world." Meng Hao was silent for a moment, put the jade slip away, and then walked out of the inn with a twinkle in his eyes.

A month has passed, and during this period of time, the entire Xiucheng City was talking about the auction. Meng Hao had already gone to the Baizhen Pavilion to pay the deposit and exchanged for a token to participate in the auction.

At this moment, after walking through a few alleys, Meng Hao's long robe turned black, and he wore a bamboo hat to cover his face. There are not many people dressed like this on weekdays, but now that the auction is about to start, there are many passersby dressed like this along the way. After all, there are too many secrets in the auction that he doesn't want outsiders to know.

Not long after, Meng Hao approached the area of ​​the city where the auction was held this time. There was a circular square surrounded by many restraining formations, which turned into countless runes that shone brightly.

There are many monks guarding it, and there are more than a dozen foundation-building monks. They walk around, glance at everyone from time to time, and even in the midair of the auction house, there are four figures sitting cross-legged in the void.

These are just the protective power visible from the outside. To hold a medium-sized auction of this level, there must be a Nascent Soul cultivator sitting in the town. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator can deter the entire city. After all, in the Southern Region, the number of Nascent Soul cultivators from the five major sects and three major families is extremely limited.

Any Nascent Soul cultivator should be called an ancestor. Most of them retreat in seclusion on weekdays, and most of them go out to form alchemy.

Those who participated in the auction here came from many sects of the Donglai Kingdom, and some cultivators from other nearby countries also came early. Those who entered the auction here only recognized tokens. When Meng Hao arrived, there were hundreds of people in the auction site, and there were still people coming from all around.

The spirit stones that Meng Hao paid could only be exchanged for the outermost location. When he stepped into the auction house at this moment, Meng Hao looked calm and sat cross-legged on the place that belonged to him. He looked coldly at the high platform in the center of the auction house in the distance. He glanced around and saw three compartments surrounded above. Obviously, the people who could be there had either advanced cultivation or extraordinary backgrounds.

At the same time, he also saw that among the monks here, there was a man who was obviously taller, but his clothes were so simple, and even iron rings were tied to many parts of his body, his skin was slightly dark, and his eyes were mostly blue.

Without exception, these people were all tall and burly, with disheveled hair. The strange clothes and the iron rings on their bodies all showed that they were not from the Southern Region, but from the Western Desert.

Time passed slowly, and an hour later, when the auction house here had nearly a thousand people, a bell suddenly echoed, making the bustling noise here gradually calm down.

At the same time, on the high platform in the middle of the auction house, the light shone brightly at this moment, turning into colorful dazzling lights, and then, this piece of colorful light suddenly spread, causing the entire auction house to be enveloped in an instant.

In the colorful light, a figure on the high platform seemed to come out of nothingness, and stood there out of thin air. This was an old man with a wide robe and gray hair. He looked very vicissitudes, but the sharp light in his eyes was at this moment, and when he swept around, it shocked the hearts of many monks.

"It's Mr. Qiao from Baizhen Pavilion!"

"Old Man Qiao actually presided over this auction in person. It is said that his cultivation base has reached the middle stage of alchemy. He is not from the Southern Region, but came from an island near the Tianhe River many years ago."

The voice of discussion immediately buzzed. The old man on the high platform coughed and spoke slowly, and the voice spread throughout the auction house at that moment.

"There are a total of one hundred items for auction today, including pills, magic weapons, inheritances, natural materials and earthly treasures, things from the Western Desert, treasures from the Southern Regions, and treasures from the Tianhehai Sea.

The old man does not say much, the first item is the thousand-year-old green snail shell of Tianhehai! "When the old man surnamed Qiao spoke lightly, a woman came out of nothingness immediately behind him.

There are many natural textures on this conch, intertwined and intertwined, and there is even a faint glow, as if it contains some kind of avenue of heaven and earth. The moment it appeared, it seemed that the entire auction site was filled with bursts of fairy sounds.

"This treasure is thousands of years old, its sound is like a fairy, its patterns are like arrays, and the spiritual consciousness has been inside for three days. It can be based on Zeng Banjiazi's lifespan. There is no reserve price for this treasure."

The treasure that can increase the longevity is enough to cause a strong sensation and competition. At this moment, the people in the surrounding pavilions are also shocked, shocked by the layout of this auction.

Meng Hao was in the distance, but the high platform in the center was clearly visible to him. When he saw the charming woman, Meng Hao was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression on his face. He remembered that this woman was the one who had sex with him in the Baizhen Pavilion in Tianhefang back then. She was called Qiaoling.

"Why is she here? Zhao Guo has disappeared... She should have left before the great change of Zhao Guo. After all, this is also the Baizhen Pavilion."

At the same time, on the highest floor of the ring-shaped compartment in the auction house, in the pavilion called Tianjia Yifang, Chu Yuyan, dressed in white, was standing there silently, looking at the square below. Behind her was a middle-aged man standing there respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, the Chunqiu wood you need is indeed available in this auction, but the rules of this pavilion cannot be broken. If you need it, please get it in the auction. This Chunqiu wood is the thirty-ninth auction item."

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