I Shall Seal the Heavens

That is to say, in an instant, the world before Meng Hao's eyes was no longer dark, but bright again. He clearly felt that at that moment just now, a burst of teleportation force appeared outside his body.

It was this teleportation that made him feel as if he had been moved, and he didn't know where he was sent.

The moment everything was clear in front of him, Meng Hao suddenly looked around, and his brows furrowed when he saw it.

This is an ancient city wall with blood stains that have dried up for an unknown number of years. Looking up, the city wall seems to be as high as the sky, as if there is no end.

And here, there is not one city wall like this, but two sides, which seem to form a passageway. Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and his body instantly flew up, not forward, but straight to the sky.

As Meng Hao soared into the sky, he had already ascended to a very high altitude, but even if his cultivation was concentrated in his eyes, he still couldn't see where the end of the city wall above was.

"There is no end..." Meng Hao was silent, his body fell slowly, and he did not land on the ground, but floated in mid-air.

This place gives people a feeling of depression, it seems that there are only two roads, either before or backward.

Meng Hao thought of the scenes of the monks who were teleported after encountering the corpse of a fairy. Almost everyone who returned described it differently. Some said mountains and rivers, some attics, some fairylands, and some battlefields.

While pondering, Meng Hao raised his right hand, and shot seven or eight times in a row towards nothingness. Immediately, amidst the reverberation of the rumbling sound, a huge cyan palm print appeared in front of Meng Hao.

The speed was so fast that it touched the wall in an instant, but there was no sound, as if the palm print was absorbed by the wall, the entire wall. Nothing moved.

This scene made Meng Hao's face darken.

He knew the previous blow, even though he only used 50% of his strength. But even the Great Consummation of Foundation Establishment can be shattered directly. But the wall didn't shake at all.

After a moment of silence, when Meng Hao raised his head, his eyes flashed brightly, and he roared forward. Since he couldn't go up and down, and since the wall was unbreakable, he simply moved forward!

Between whistling. Meng Hao went straight ahead at an extremely fast speed, and after an unknown amount of time, the city walls on both sides of him stretched outwards. As the range in front became larger and larger, a vertical city wall appeared in the middle in front of him, directly forming a fork in this road. became two roads.

The moment I saw this fork,

Meng Hao's eyes directly showed enlightenment.

"maze……"

At the same time, in the maze, Li Dao looked gloomy and was moving forward rapidly. There are also Zhou Jie, Wang Lihai, Xu Qing, Han Bei and others, all of whom are also in this maze.

Then there is the young man from the Ji family, and the woman surnamed Fang, the two of them are the same, they are both in different corners of the maze.

So far, no one has met each other, which makes everyone here somewhat think that only oneself exists here!

Because before this, all the people who came back after touching the dead body of the immortal said that the places they were sent to were different, and there was no repetition.

As time passed day by day, Meng Hao's expression was calm. Even though he encountered many forks, he did not hesitate, and immediately chose a way forward, without thinking too much.

"Since you let me come here, then...you don't need to search for me, you will appear in front of me sooner or later." Meng Hao was calm, and after flying for several days, there were five forks in front of him that day. Meng Hao swept his eyes away, and when he was about to go to the middle, suddenly his expression changed, and his body instantly retreated.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, cut through his index finger at an extremely fast speed, and at the moment of retreating, pointed towards the middle of the fork in front of him.

Almost at the instant he retreated, a black line passed through the place where Meng Hao was at with lightning speed. If Meng Hao hadn't noticed the quickness, he would have been seriously injured at this moment.

But Meng Hao's previous finger suddenly erupted with a monstrous bloody aura, intersected with the black line, and went straight to the fork in front of him.

When a roar came out instantly, Meng Hao's face was gloomy, his eyes flickered with murderous intent, his body only took three steps back, and then he stopped abruptly.

As Meng Hao moved forward, without hesitation, he raised his right hand and slashed forward.

In the midst of the roar, a purple arc escaped from Meng Hao's right hand in an instant, and turned into a huge arc more than one foot long in front of him, and even traces of purple air emanated from Meng Hao's body, continuously merging into the purple arc.

It was... Purple Qi Slash!

With the perfect foundation of ten Taoist platforms, the purple energy is circulated to the east, and the one-hit killer move technique is launched.

The purple qi slashed like a lone moon, flew out in an instant, and went straight to the fork in the middle. At the moment it was approaching, it directly distorted the nothingness and emitted a large amount of fluctuations, making the area that seemed to be empty, distorted with the emptiness, as if a veil was lifted, revealing a tall figure inside.

It was a middle-aged man with a tall body, three heads taller than Meng Hao. He looked extremely strong. He was wearing simple clothes, and the totem of the three-headed dragon was painted on the exposed skin!

It is the cultivation of the West Desert! !

At this moment when he was forced to appear behind him, his right hand suddenly raised, and a low growl came out of his mouth. Immediately, there was a black light between his brows, and the totems all over his body gleamed with black light. In an instant, a phantom with three heads appeared in the corner in front of him. This dragon is very real.

The roaring sound was earth-shattering at this moment and spread in all directions. Meng Hao immediately saw that his Purple Qi Slash collapsed and shattered, turning into strands of purple Qi and scattered. Similarly, the three heads of the three flood dragons were also separated. The Western Desert cultivator had an ugly expression.

Meng Hao snorted coldly, raised his right hand and pressed it directly towards the ground.

"Purple Qi strangles!" Meng Hao raised his right hand suddenly. At this moment, the scattered purple air suddenly paused. They bent each other, extended for a moment, and suddenly turned into silk threads, which wrapped around the Western Desert cultivator in an instant. When they circled rapidly, there was a sharp whistling sound. As Meng Hao clenched his fist with his right hand, these purple air threads shrank instantly.

This technique is the second technique of Ziqi Slash, obtained by Meng Hao after he became a Zilu. In addition, there is a third technique, Zi Linyue!

The Western Desert cultivator looked a little gloomy. Seeing the purple air coiling and shrinking, he suddenly snorted coldly, and suddenly raised his right hand, immediately revealing a totem on the back of his right hand.

The totem was very simple, it was a red fist, the fist was not big, like a baby's hand, but at this very moment, an aura suddenly erupted from the Western Desert cultivator.

He raised his right hand and punched forward hard.

This punch hit nothingness, but it set off layers of ripples, and there was a faint scream and cry of a baby. When the roaring sound spread all around in an instant, the roar reverberated, and all the entangled purple air immediately collapsed and exploded after touching those ripples at this moment.

The Western Desert cultivator also turned pale, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. When he looked at Meng Hao, he showed a touch of apprehension.

"The alchemist of the Purple Fortune Sect in the Southern Territory did not expect to have such a cultivation level. I am reckless today, so I will leave." He said, retreating, and a third totem appeared on his left arm. This totem was only half.

"A word of recklessness?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed with murderous intent. If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, his head would have been separated by now, and he took a step forward while speaking.

"You monks in the southern region are obsessed with obsession. You and I are clearly in the realm of fake alchemy. Just now you used all your strength, and you and I are just evenly matched!" The western desert monk snorted coldly, but just after he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

What made his complexion change was the moment Meng Hao stepped out at this moment. Under the operation of his cultivation base, his aura suddenly exploded. This aura directly surpassed before, shaking all directions in an instant.

At the same time, Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed forward three times!

The three-finger blood mark came out in an instant, and turned into three blood-fiend shocking auras, heading straight for the monks in the West Desert.

"If you don't die after receiving the three fingers below, you can leave."

Cultivator Ximo's complexion changed drastically, and his eyes showed horror. His body, which was originally blurry, was solidified for an instant at this moment.

The three-fingered blood sound of Meng Hao met in an instant.

The roaring sound echoed in all directions again, and under the spread of the rumbling loud noise, a scream came from the mouth of the monk Ximo. He trembled, and the baby fist totem collapsed directly. When he spewed out a mouthful of blood, the three-headed dragon totem also shattered.

His whole body was shaken, and the Western Desert cultivator fell to the ground, dying of breath.

Meng Hao walked over and glanced down at the dead monk from the Western Desert. He didn't even know the name of the monk. He squatted down and found a storage bag from the monk. After putting it away, his eyes showed a hint of contemplation.

"It seems that I am not the only one here..."

"Cultivator of the West Desert, the cultivation method is weird, completely different from the Southern Region... Otherwise, I can kill the ordinary fake alchemy monk with a single finger!" Meng Hao looked down at the monk of the West Desert and found that the totems on his arms seemed to melt at this moment, turning into black water.

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The third update is delivered, and there is a fourth update, asking for a monthly pass, I am extremely eager for a monthly pass! ! ()