I Shall Seal the Heavens

The reserve of spiritual stones may not be too much for casual cultivators, but for a group of people who have inherited it for a long time, even if it is split into five tribes, the spiritual stones...

Originally there were many.

Perhaps it is not enough to support the aircraft's flight for several years, but it is enough to support half the distance. However, in the past year or so, with the advent of Purple Rain and the scarcity of spiritual energy until it is almost non-existent, this consumption of spiritual stones has The product has become the only supplement, and it is consumed faster.

Fortunately, there are not many monks in the Wushen tribe, so the consumption is much less. It is enough at the moment, and the only thing that needs to be thought about now is how to obtain this kind of large-scale flying magic weapon that does not require the spiritual power of the monks.

"At this moment, all the tribes in the northern part of the Western Desert are migrating. This kind of magic weapon... even if there is a sale, the price must be extremely shocking!" Meng Hao looked at the people of the Wushen tribe who were walking around with difficulty, with a thoughtful look on his face. .

This is already the tenth day of the migration of the Wushen tribe. More than a thousand people from the Wushen tribe are walking in the mountains where their ancestors have lived for generations. Over the years, some tribesmen have occasionally gone out to the vast Western Desert. After returning, except for a few individuals, the members of the Wushen tribe rarely set foot outside this mountain range.

The rain is very heavy, and you cannot let it fall on you. Otherwise, both monks and ordinary people will face the slow extinguishing of the fire of life.

This is true even for alien monsters, but they can persist for a longer period of time. All living beings will slowly perish in this purple rain.

The thorns of the rattan are broken and turned into a bark-like substance, which is similar to a coir raincoat. It has become a must-have item for every member of the Wushen tribe.

Migrating teams. In addition to more than a thousand people from the Crow God Clan, there are also Meng Hao's demon hordes. Fortunately, these demon hordes can survive in Meng Hao's storage bag. Relatively speaking. Much better.

It's just that except for special beings like alien monsters, monks cannot enter the world of storage. This migration is destined to be difficult and ups and downs.

The road is long, the sky is always dark, and the rain is pouring. The silence in migration makes the road ahead seem like it will never end.

A month later, at the edge of this deep mountain, Meng Hao was walking in front, wearing a raincoat like a cloak. Meng Hao was surrounded by his body. He was wearing a bamboo hat, and his whole person looked desolate.

The giant gasped. Following behind Meng Hao, its body was too huge to be contained in the storage bag, so it could only walk in the outside world. Gula stood at the feet of the giant, coughing as he walked. His face was pale and his vitality was dim. Fortunately, he was still alive. The fire showed no sign of going out.

But in this purple rain, he, like other monks, gradually seemed to be becoming a mortal.

It is conceivable that maybe it won't be too long before they all become monks who can't cast any spells. At that time, they... will be mortals.

"The tribe behind has been following us for three days..." A black crow roared over. When it approached Gula, its body shrank and stood on his shoulder.

Gula glanced at Crow and spoke in a low voice.

"It should be the nearby Taiwei tribe, a medium-sized tribe..." The clan leader of the Wubing tribe looked back behind him and frowned.

"Do you want the Fifth Master to come forward and kill them?" The trinity of Tianfang Beast, Parrot, and Pi Dong turned into a bald man, and the parrot's voice came out at this moment.

Meng Hao said nothing and continued to move forward. He held a jade slip in his hand. This jade slip was very simple and came from Yichenzi's storage bag. It recorded the blood sacrifice method he practiced.

Including how to practice the Black Moon Totem, including his escape technique, there is even a very vicious technique called Blood Sacrifice Soul Search. This technique is extremely cruel. Anyone whose soul is searched will be Neither dead nor disabled.

Meng Hao was always studying and gaining some insights as he walked.

Seeing Meng Hao like this, the other people stopped talking. After a group of thousands of pairs of people walked for another seven or eight days, a sea appeared in front of them.

To be precise, this is a large lake, the edge of this mountain range, the nearest exit. Before the Purple Rain came, this was a basin inhabited by some monsters and lush green trees. But now, looking around, the lake has no end. .

"They are coming." Meng Hao glanced at the lake, turned and looked behind him, and when he spoke calmly, everyone else around them also looked wary and looked in the direction they were coming from.

The tribesmen of the Wushen tribe also dispersed one after another, leaving a large area of ​​open ground. They all had evil eyes, especially the tribesmen of the Wudou tribe. The cultivation level of several hundred of them was greatly reduced after Meng Hao returned. , immediately recovered, imprinted on Meng Hao’s frost-earth totem, and his cultivation level even improved.

It didn't take long before bursts of footsteps could be heard, mixed with heavy breathing and low roars.

A group of about three thousand tribesmen, riding on ferocious beasts like lions, ran across the land and came straight here.

After getting closer, there were five Yuanying monks in the crowd, one of whom was in the middle stage of Yuanying. There were totems on the exposed parts of their bodies. These five people looked haggard, but they had a hint of ferocity. It filled the air, and with the arrival of the crowd, these thousands of people a hundred feet away all stopped.

He and Wu Shenbu were separated by hundreds of feet and looked at each other with evil eyes.

"The one facing you is the Tai Welding Tribe, and we are the Wu Shen Tribe. You have been following me for a long time. If we are on the same journey, please wait and invite me first." The clan leader of the Wu Bing Tribe showed a gleam in his eyes. Although he was still gasping for breath, he could not wait until Meng Hao sent him away. After taking some vitality and elixirs, he recovered a lot. At this moment, the sound was like thunder, rolling around.

The cultivation level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul is also clearly revealed in this voice.

No one answered the words of the Wubing tribe leader. Among the five Nascent Soul monks in the Taiwei tribe, the one who has reached the middle stage of cultivation is an old man in black robes. He is holding a compass in his hand, and his eyes are on After scanning the compass, he suddenly raised his head, glanced at everyone, and finally looked directly at Meng Hao. He couldn't see through Meng Hao's cultivation level, but he believed that the most threatening people here were the tribesmen of the Wubing tribe. Gong, he pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth fiercely, and showed a hint of murderous intent and greed in his eyes.

"On him, no one of everyone here will be spared!"

As soon as he spoke, the tribesmen around him immediately roared and took out their spirit stones. As a supplement to the consumption of spiritual energy, the alien monsters beneath them roared, and thousands of people came straight towards Meng Hao, the five Nascent Soul cultivators. It flew out even more quickly. He unfolded his cultivation, which he was not willing to waste at all, and rushed towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed. With a cold snort, he raised his right hand and waved forward. Immediately, the power of frost and earth transformed, and a cold wind roared past. Frosty soil appeared faintly, and his body also teleported with each step, appearing directly next to a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. He raised his right hand and waved, and the fire attribute totem exploded in the cold and heat. The body of the early Yuanying monk suddenly collapsed and exploded.

The appearance of this scene immediately caused the expressions of the clan members of Tai Welding tribe to change drastically, and they were shocked. Obviously, he did not expect that Meng Hao would kill one of their priests in an instant!

The old man in black robe also took a breath, and his heart thumped, but before he had time to think about it, he jumped up and headed straight for Meng Hao.

The monks from the Crow God Department also rushed out at this moment and started a battle.

Meng Hao made a quick move and teleported. When he appeared, he was suddenly in front of the black-robed man. When he raised his left hand, a sea of ​​fire surged into the sky. When his right hand fell, the golden totem transformed into a golden rain. When he quickly left, the black-robed man The old man made a seal with his hands, and immediately a nine-headed liger appeared outside his body, roaring towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao snorted coldly, raised his right hand and punched down. With a roar, the nine-headed liger collapsed. When the cold wind spread across the house, Meng Hao's figure appeared in front of the old man in black robe. This old man in black robe His face changed drastically, and he took out the spirit stone to replenish his spiritual energy. When his body retreated hastily, Meng Hao's eyes flashed slightly, and he raised a finger with his right hand. Immediately, the man in black robe looked horrified, and his body felt as if he was imprisoned. Meng Hao walked over calmly. He took the compass from the old man's hand and when he looked at it, his face immediately became gloomy.

On this compass, there is a light spot, which is marked by myself.

"Where did you get this thing?" Meng Hao said calmly.

At this moment, the old man in black robe also regained control of his body. He took a breath and quickly backed away without saying a word.

"Don't tell me, then Meng will get it himself. Except for the strange monsters, leave no one behind." Meng Hao slapped his right hand on the storage bag, and immediately his monster group rushed out. Thousands of monster groups covered the sky, until Running around, the screams suddenly spread.

In this migration, you will either die or I will live, and there must be no mercy at all. Otherwise, what awaits the Wushen tribe is death.

Meng Hao's heart had been cold from the moment he decided to protect the Crow God Tribe. For the invading enemies, now that you are here, it is a matter of life and death.

He took a step forward, so fast that his whole body seemed to turn into a wisp of blue smoke. He used Yichenzi's escape method. In an instant, he appeared in front of the old man in black robe, with his right hand When raised, the lotus sword array roared out.

The power of time suddenly descended. Although the power of the Lotus Sword Formation has returned to normal after returning from the Xuqiao Realm, the current world is already extinct and has little spiritual energy. The lives of the monks are being invaded all the time. As soon as it came, the Lotus Sword Formation spread in an instant, and a period of time passed directly from the black-robed old man's body.

"This is..." The expression of the old man in black robe changed drastically again, and his mind was shaken. He didn't have much vitality to begin with. At this moment, the disappearance of Jiazi's years immediately made him look older. Especially when he discovered with shock that he himself The spiritual energy consumed by the magical power here cannot keep up with the replenishment of the spiritual stone, but the young man in the coir raincoat in front of him has not taken out the spiritual stone from the beginning to the end, as if... the thinness of the spiritual energy in the world, to him, there is no any impact.

But as he approached, Meng Hao was very fast. After a moment, when he raised his right hand, his right hand turned into a faint light, faintly turning into a black moon. At the moment when the old man's vitality disappeared and his mind relaxed, he pressed on Enter his heavenly spirit.

"Search for souls!"

At this moment, the old man let out a shrill scream, and his body trembled violently. Just when he was about to struggle, the lotus sword formation rotated again. The power of the years passed ruthlessly, and another sixty-year period passed by, making the old man in black robe open his eyes wide. , his memory, at this moment, was directly and clearly seen by Meng Hao like running water.

Meng Hao's complexion became increasingly gloomy until it turned into frost.

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I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance and eat more mooncakes~~ ()