I Shall Seal the Heavens

The whole city collapsed suddenly, everyone's bodies were on the verge of falling, and some people wanted to fly, but they suddenly discovered that their cultivation base was lost at this moment, unable to function at all.

At the same time, Meng Hao's right hand was firmly grasping the wishful seal. It would take more than ten breaths of time to open the seal, and it was emitting light at this moment, but at this moment, the voice of vicissitudes Come slowly.

"Let go of your mind, communicate with your thorns, the old man will die, and I will send you a great fortune to repay your kindness in protecting our bloodline for the past few months."

The voice was old and weak, and it was the person who told Meng Hao how to control the thorns before. Meng Hao knew who this person was, but he hesitated at the moment.

With the seal of wishful thinking, Meng Hao felt that he was still certain that he could leave this place safely, but if he followed the arrangement of the voice, Meng Hao knew in his heart that no matter how cautious he was, no matter how careful he was, he would not be able to leave this place safely. There is nothing to make up for.

"There is no time. If the old man really wants to seize the house, there is no need to wait until now. What are you still hesitating about, do you really think that your ancient Ruyi Zongyin can escape in front of the spirit-killing cultivator!"

"What good fortune does the senior want to give to the junior?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his mind was conveyed. At this moment, the city collapsed in a large area, and a strong suction suddenly came from below, and the miserable screams circled around. Meng Hao didn't have to look. You can feel that the city at this moment is rapidly falling into the tiankeng below.

The power of cultivation was imprisoned on a large scale, but Meng Hao's perfect golden core was no longer within this imprisonment. This was the biggest reliance for him to escape from here.

"I will give you the enlightenment of killing the soul, old man, and open a window for you to cut the soul in the future. It will also leave a glimmer of life for my people..."

The ground roared, blocking the old man's words, and half of the Holy Syracuse City was completely shattered, being absorbed by the sinkhole below. Even at Meng Hao's place, from the corner of his eye, he could see a dark pit not far away where the city ground collapsed, and bursts of gloomy aura continued to disperse, turning into black aura. Surrounding the world.

It was at this time that the preparation time for Meng Hao's Ruyi Seal was over. Without hesitation, Meng Hao gave a sharp pinch, but after this pinch, his complexion changed again.

Ruyi India. No effect!

With a bang, the city on the other side of Meng Hao collapsed again, and screams came from all around. Even Meng Hao felt a huge suction force rushing out from the sinkhole below. The black air was entangled, as if it was going to pull him into the sinkhole.

In this moment of crisis. Meng Hao's eyes suddenly revealed a touch of determination.

"The junior agrees!" The moment his words came out,

Let go of the mind directly, and at the same time the spiritual consciousness spread, and it was not completely dead in this city, but there were still some thorns, which formed a connection.

At the moment when Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness was connected with the thorns, suddenly, under the collapsed city, in the underground palace that even the suction of the tiankeng could not shake. The withered figure sitting there cross-legged suddenly raised his right hand and made a seal.

The moment this seal appeared, Meng Hao immediately felt the thorns in the crumbling city. The sudden crazy spread, that is, in the blink of an eye, spread directly under the city. In an underground palace that had begun to collapse, the moment it spread into it, it turned into countless sharp thorns, and went straight to the underground palace. Sitting there cross-legged for an unknown number of years on the mummy.

Piercing directly in, at the same time, the thorns seemed to become a connection, connecting Meng Hao and the mummy, making them two people, but at this moment, it seemed to become one!

An indescribable shock exploded crazily directly in Meng Hao's mind.

The roar reverberated, and Meng Hao's whole body immediately swelled with blue veins, his face twisted, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, his body trembled, his physical body seemed to be torn apart, his soul was tingling, his spiritual consciousness was in this instant , as if to collapse!

A powerful aura erupted from him in an instant.

This aura is not forming an alchemy, not a Nascent Soul, but... Slaying Spirits! !

The moment the breath burst out, Meng Hao's mind kept roaring, and he heard a roar.

"Old man, the patriarch of the Hanxue Clan, realized the Dao on the day of the storm, and slashed the sword for the first time in his life when he was a thousand years old!"

It was clearly just a sound, but when it reverberated in Meng Hao's mind, the sound formed a picture. In the picture, there was an endless storm. This storm connected the sky and the earth, filled with lightning. A vicissitudes of life appeared in the storm that seemed to tear the monk Nascent Soul into pieces.

The figure was a middle-aged man, tall and tall, wearing a long robe, roaring towards the sky.

"Young generation, remember the old man's name, Hanxuebao, the sixth-generation patriarch of the Hanxue family, the first cut I cut off was my family affection, but not family affection!

In order to kill the family affection, in exchange for Taoism, I became the first half-immortal to kill the spirit of the old man, the storm! "

At the end of the moment of the picture, Meng Hao's mind roared. At this moment, there was a wind directly around him. The whistling of the peak came from the sinkhole. It was also at this moment that it seemed to be stilled, and as layers of wind roared, the tiankeng was filled up, and the half-collapsed city was directly pushed up from the tiankeng!

There was also wind in the surroundings, which turned into a storm, and when it swept across all directions, there was a shocking roar, as if tearing the barriers here, causing the sky and the earth to change color, and the earth buzzed.

The ferocious beasts on the ground uttered screams, lying on the ground one by one, all trembling, and the monks in the Motu Palace also spurted blood one by one, with a horrified expression.

Xi Mo Zhixiu also changed his expression completely, as well as Luo Chong and others, all of them changed their expressions and breathed rapidly, looking at the endless storm that surrounded the world and outside the dilapidated Holy Snow City at this moment.

In mid-air, the only one laughing was the black-clothed monk who also had the same cultivation level as Spirit Slayer. His laughter spread in all directions, and an unprecedented light appeared in his eyes. This light was black, as if at this moment, he was truly transformed Made a round of black sun.

"Slaying spirit! Patriarch Hanxue, I didn't expect you to be so courageous when you were about to die. Using your own spirit-slaying will as a brand inheritance left by your Hanxue clan from generation to generation, you gave a non-Hanxue clan build!

This is a kind of sadness. You cut your own family first, but in the end, when your son rebelled, you moved with compassion. Instead of killing him, you also went against your way and collapsed your spiritual heaven!

No one in your clan can inherit your spirit-slaying will, so you can only give it to outsiders, which has become a great fortune for this junior!

However, this good fortune does not belong to him in the end. The imprints gathered together by generations of Hanxue Clan's great Silong before his death will belong to me, and only I have such strength to feel more than three generations. Baby, he can only bear your generation at most, and then he collapses and dies!

Disciple, if you don't send out your bloodline, let me see your master kill your blood relatives for you. This will finish your way and make you kill the spirit heaven in the future! The black-clothed friar laughed. Han Xuezong beside him had a complicated expression on his face, but soon his words became cold. He raised his right hand and slapped his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as his blood spurted out, he was grabbed by the black-clothed monk, squeezed violently, and turned into a blood shadow. A trace of unwillingness appeared between heaven and earth.

Judging by its appearance, it is very similar to Han Xuezong.

As soon as the young man appeared, his eyes suddenly showed hatred, his body was bloody, and he went straight to the storm outside the Holy Snow City.

Almost as soon as he approached, Meng Hao raised his head to the sky and let out a painful roar. His consciousness was still there, and it still belonged to him, but the moment he saw the boy, his heart was stabbing. To describe, with sadness, with anger, even more madness.

He could feel the storm around him, and he collapsed at this moment. All of this came from that bloody young figure!

"Zong'er..." In Meng Hao's mind, there was a sad voice of vicissitudes, which suddenly reverberated. The voice was full of strong emotions, with unspeakable emotions, like a thousand words, and finally turned into these two words. words.

In this reverberation, the surrounding storms rolled up the rain, and the rain spread, but in Meng Hao's eyes, it was not rain, but the tears of the sixth generation ancestor of the Hanxue clan.

"Regret... no regrets!" Finally, the sound came out, shaking the sky, shaking the ground, and the madness of the storm began to collapse. In this collapse, the surrounding storm shredded everything, including the bloody juvenile.

The moment the boy's figure shattered, Meng Hao's mind roared again, and another voice suddenly appeared!

"Old man, the fifth generation patriarch of the Xuehan clan, Da Silong Hanxueding, understood God's will on the top of the snow mountain, and slashed the first knife in the Wanlongtan!" This voice was obviously different from Hanxuestorm, and it was less domineering. But there was a little more majesty, and when it echoed in Meng Hao's mind, Meng Hao's whole body once again felt unprecedented tearing pain.

His soul seemed to be collapsing, his body seemed to be shattering, and at this moment, outside his body, the world changed color, the entire sky suddenly disappeared, and a huge pool of water hung upside down in the sky.

When the ripples of the pool spread in all directions, there was a roar, and black dragons rushed out of the pool hanging upside down in the sky, roaring and spreading to the surroundings. The appearance of this scene immediately made the earth All the ferocious beasts wailed in unison, causing the monks to spurt blood one after another, showing shock.

Especially the Ximo monks were all trembling. One of the two Ximo Nascent Soul elders lost his voice while looking at the pool of water in the sky.

"Wanlongtan... according to the legend, three thousand years ago, the Hanxue clan master, after becoming the chief dragon, turned Wanlongtan into his Zhanlingtian. Since then, Wanlongtan has completely disappeared in the West Desert!!"

For the first time, the black-clothed monk in mid-air changed his complexion.

"This son can actually support the opening of the second inheritance imprint!!"

--------------

Four more outbreaks, ask brothers and sisters for monthly tickets, and continue to explode tomorrow! ! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)