I Shall Seal the Heavens

The moment the third soul lamp went out, the surrounding lights flickered on and off, and even the remaining thirty soul lamps seemed to be blown by a wisp of sinister wind, causing those lamps to sway.

"The Qiku of the Gods..." Meng Hao said calmly, feeling the cultivation level rising again under the constant roar in his body. He closed his eyes. His cultivation level continued to improve, and his consciousness also exploded, increasing again. 10%!

At this moment, he is already comparable to nearly 60% of the Supreme Divine Consciousness!

"If all the remaining thirty soul lamps can be extinguished, then the power of my consciousness will be three times that of the Supreme One! Even if it is only three times that of the Seven Source Supreme One, it will still be terrifyingly powerful." Meng Hao opened his eyes, Revealing his brilliance, he took a deep breath, and the roar in his body was still there. Regardless of his cultivation level, his physical body, and his soul, they all grew stronger at this moment.

"For me, the ancient realm is no longer an excess, but... an unprecedented transformation!" Meng Hao flicked his sleeves, and the surrounding storm roared. His consciousness suddenly spread out, covering all directions. He could feel , at this moment, I am nearly 60 to 70% stronger than before!

"It can be stronger." Meng Hao's eyes flashed and he looked at the fourth soul lamp. His eyes flashed with strange light and his thoughts flashed. The fourth soul lamp was immediately extinguished! !

As it was extinguished, the green smoke rose up and penetrated into Meng Hao's mouth and nose. Meng Hao's body made a loud noise, and his cultivation exploded, creating a storm that filled the entire void world.

His consciousness increased again, from the previous 60% to 70%! !

There was a loud banging sound from his body, and his soul seemed to rush out of his body and rise into the sky. The light in Meng Hao's eyes. Extremely brilliant. It's like becoming a source of light.

The illusion emitted by this first of the Seven Gods was insignificant to Meng Hao and could not shake his mind in the slightest.

Even though this was the Ancient Lantern Tribulation of Dao Immortal Luo Tian, ​​it still couldn't be compared with Meng Hao's true and false experiences, let alone Meng Hao, who had been searching for this life for endless years, to fight against it!

All it takes is one look from him. When it doesn’t appear, it will disintegrate and fall apart!

As the fourth soul lamp was extinguished, Meng Hao's aura was overwhelming. The moment he was about to extinguish the fifth soul lamp, a roar suddenly came from the extinguished fourth soul lamp. At the same time, the surrounding nothingness seemed to be twisted and faint. It seems like there is a big hand crossing the barrier between illusion and reality. It penetrated and grabbed Meng Hao.

"Death!!" This roar was roaring and even more angry. When it came, Meng Hao found it unfamiliar. Both the big hand and the owner of the roar were the ones Meng Hao had encountered before... the one hidden in the In the mist of the ancient tribulation, there was an existence hidden in the First Dry Illusion that hated Meng Hao to the core.

It was waiting for Meng Hao's arrival in a dream, but it didn't expect that what it waited for would actually change like this. At this moment, it saw that there was only the last soul lamp left. Once it was extinguished, with the end of the first drought, it would no longer be there. When he had the opportunity to shake Meng Hao, he immediately became anxious, and then he gathered his big hands and rushed out to stop Meng Hao from extinguishing the lamp.

"Meng has been waiting for you for a long time." At the moment when the big hand came, Meng Hao said calmly, and raised his right hand directly, as fast as lightning. Even with the naked eye, his right hand was clearly still on the side, but in fact, his right hand In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the approaching hand.

This big hand was much smaller than what Meng Hao had seen in the mist of the Ancient Realm and when the lights were turned off for the first time. It was only ten feet in size at the moment, but it stopped tremblingly in front of Meng Hao. Meng Hao's right hand was directly restrained, unable to move forward at all.

The roar came out, with anger and disbelief. Meng Hao snorted coldly, shook his right hand, and his body's cultivation roared, and a powerful force was passed through. Under the cracking sound, there was a shrill scream, Meng Hao yanked his right hand outward, and immediately a black shadow, like black mist, was pulled directly out of the extinguished fourth soul lamp by Meng Hao.

The black mist was like a dragon's body. When it was pulled out, it immediately twisted. There were exclamations echoing. Meng Hao squeezed hard with his right hand and made a bang.

The mist shrank instantly, as if Meng Hao's right hand turned into a huge black hole, and in the blink of an eye, he held the mist directly in the palm of his hand.

"Want to die, or want to live." Meng Hao said calmly, his eyes were calm, and he looked coldly at the mist in his palm. The mist was forming a ball. When it rolled, a face was faintly revealed inside. This face was filled with fear and fear. He was in disbelief and even more horrified, but he seemed to have dignity. Faced with Meng Hao's words, he suddenly roared. Although no words came out, the hatred and unwillingness in the roar were clearly revealed.

"Seeking death!" Meng Hao immediately squeezed his right hand. With a clicking sound, the black mist seemed to collapse, and a shrill scream came from within. Soon, as death approached, the existence in the mist was revealed. The meaning of surrender.

"It's too late." Meng Hao grasped his right hand fiercely, and with a bang, the mist in his palm immediately collapsed, shattering, and directly shattered. There was a desperate roar with a monstrous curse, which turned into the remaining black threads, and fell from Meng Hao's hand. Like venomous snakes, they emerged from between his fingers and headed straight towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's expression was as usual, and with a flick of his sleeve, all the black silk threads like poisonous snakes collapsed in front of him, and disappeared into ashes.

At the same time, the last soul lamp in the first of the seven gods, the fifth of Meng Hao's thirty-three soul lamps, flickered and went out in an instant.

As it was extinguished, the green smoke rose up, and when Meng Hao took a breath, it all returned. After integrating into his body, Meng Hao's eyes showed a strange light, and he roared to the sky. His body roared, his cultivation exploded, and his soul seemed to rush out of his body. Divine consciousness increased sharply again!

From almost 70% of the power of supreme divine consciousness, it directly became... 80%! !

After Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness was dispersed by 80% of his supreme consciousness, the void world immediately seemed to be unable to support itself and showed signs of collapse.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with wonder. His current state had surpassed his previous peak. Even at this moment, Meng Hao was absolutely sure that if he encountered the White Master again, he would definitely win!

Meng Hao stood up suddenly, and the surrounding soul lanterns merged into his body. When he disappeared, his figure had already stepped out of this world and out of the door. When he appeared, he returned to the back of his ancestor, and heard in his ears It was the roar of the patron ancestor, and a huge head, and the roaring stench seemed to be swallowed up.

It was the Patriarch who had already unlocked the forbidden magic that Meng Hao had condensed on his body. After waiting for a long time, when he saw Meng Hao appear, he subconsciously swallowed it in one gulp.

Meng Hao's expression was as usual, and he didn't even look at the coming big mouth. In a blink of an eye, he appeared from the back of the patron ancestor into the starry sky. The patron ancestor took the empty bite, and when he turned his head, he roared at Meng Hao.

"Meng Hao, you little bastard, you've gone too far!"

Meng Hao turned back to look at his patron ancestor, smiled slightly, and spoke calmly.

"Okay, stop pretending, you are free, but you have to come back when I need you." Meng Hao still had some feelings for his patron ancestor in his heart, so he waved his sleeves and was about to leave.

But when he was about to leave, the patron ancestor gave up and rushed towards him while roaring.

"Don't go!"

As soon as these two words were uttered, the Patriarch regretted it. He shuddered and cursed in his heart why he was so confused and why he said these two words. But now that he said it, he felt that if he immediately weakened, , it was too embarrassing, and just when he was about to pretend to be angry as before, he saw Meng Hao's footsteps, and the patron ancestor immediately trembled.

"Oh? If you don't let me go, do you really want to become my mount?" Meng Hao was surprised and looked back at his patron ancestor with amusement in his eyes.

The patron ancestor immediately trembled, and was about to collapse, but Gu Yiding Sanyu's hidden smile on his back made him feel embarrassed, and he coughed dryly and spoke in an old-fashioned manner.

"After all, I am also your ancestor. If you are leaving, you must pay homage to your ancestor. Otherwise, hum." The patron ancestor suppressed his trembling and mustered up the courage to say. After finishing speaking, he tightly Staring at Meng Hao closely, his body slowly retreated.

Meng Hao smiled, and he could tell the mood of his patron ancestor at a glance, but he was in a particularly good mood at the moment. He blinked and bowed to his patron ancestor with clasped fists.

"My ancestor is well, can you let Meng go?"

"Hmph, you can kneel down!" The patron ancestor immediately became proud. He suddenly felt that there must be something in him that made this little bastard Meng Hao afraid, so he immediately felt confident.

Meng Hao still smiled, but the cultivation within his body exploded with a roar, and his consciousness suddenly dispersed. It frightened the Patriarch and his whole body to tremble violently. He opened his eyes wide and subconsciously showed a look of flattery on his face. meaning.

"Haha, haha, ancestor, I'm joking, little friend Meng Hao, you... you should leave quickly..." The patron ancestor didn't care about the back of Gu Yi Ding Sanyu who was snickering at the moment. His scalp was numb, and he wished he could Meng Hao left immediately, secretly hating himself for being so quick to talk.

After saying that, he kept retreating, turned into a rainbow in the blink of an eye, and suddenly went away. He wished he could use all his strength to stay away from Meng Hao this morning.

Meng Hao looked at the Patron Ancestor who was walking away, with a soft look in his eyes. The Patron Ancestor carried too many memories of Meng Hao, whether it was Daqingshan or the Patron Sect, they were all precious in Meng Hao's memory.

After a long time, Meng Hao withdrew his gaze, and when he turned around, he had a murderous expression on his body. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he took a step straight towards the crack in the Seventh Mountain and Sea within the Eighth Mountain and Sea.

"Master Bai, this time, you will die!" Meng Hao said softly. When his footsteps fell, his figure disappeared instantly and moved away.

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