I Shall Seal the Heavens

Meng Hao's face was gloomy. The moment he saw the fog rolling around him, he immediately bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood. After the blood evaporated in front of him in an instant, it turned into a blood mist, which suddenly wrapped around Meng Hao's feet. .

As a result, his speed increased several times at this instant, almost teleporting, and he appeared directly on the corpse of the immortal who was shrinking five miles away.

The moment he appeared on the corpse, Meng Hao spat out a big mouthful of blood. Some of his black hair turned white at this moment. The technique he used before was one of the complicated forbidden techniques in the blood fairy inheritance. Brother Dan can unfold, and in an instant, he can exchange for a speed far beyond his own limit.

Although it is not teleportation, but in a short distance, there is not much difference from teleportation, and teleportation is a supernatural power that Nascent Soul monks can only possess. The alchemy monks use this secret technique to use it no more than three times in a lifetime.

Almost at the moment when Meng Hao's body disappeared, the void where he was before instantly collapsed. This kind of collapse was like shattering a piece of nothingness. If Meng Hao hadn't decisively launched the forbidden technique, then with his ability, he would have been No matter how fast, there is no way to avoid the slightest.

There is no doubt that he must die!

However, the prohibition of teleportation here prohibits all teleportation, but Meng Hao's forbidden technique is not teleportation, but an explosion of extreme speed. The legs also made a crackling sound at this moment.

Meng Hao's face was pale, but he didn't hesitate at all. The purple light in his eyes instantly filled his pupils, and he exchanged his vitality for the recovery of his injuries.

It can be said that Meng Hao's lifespan has increased since he formed the alchemy. Normally, he can live to be around 400 years old, but he has spent a little bit of it now.

This kind of price made Meng Hao look pale even though he looked young at the moment. It is the bleakness that cannot be restored by the purple pupil technique.

"After all, it's still here." Surrounding Meng Hao, more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks from Ji and Li's family completed the alchemy after being suppressed at this moment. They roared towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's dodging just now made the eyes of these old men flicker. With Meng Hao's cultivation, he could avoid the fatal situation just now. Even they were a little surprised.

As for Han Bei, Chu Yuyan and the others, they were all shocked after seeing this scene from a distance.

Xu Qing, on the other hand, held her tightly with both hands, biting her lower lip. Looking at Meng Hao with a pale face, he intends to make a move together, but Meng Hao's seemingly casual gaze when he was panting, was strictly restrained.

"Don't let my blood,

Wasted. This is what Meng Hao wanted to say to Xu Qing. Xu Qing could see from this gaze that her body was trembling and her eyes were filled with tears.

"I underestimated you as a junior, no wonder you can kill my Daozi of the Li family, but today you as a junior cannot escape, the murderer pays with his life!" said an old man of the Li family. Staring at Meng Hao as he walked forward, he sneered and said.

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Meng Hao slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and the blood-colored mask appeared directly. Without hesitation, he put the blood-colored mask on his face, at the moment when the blood-colored mask merged with his face. As the bloody aura spread out, everyone who saw it was shocked.

Chen Fan and the others were better, although they were shocked, even though they were enveloped by the bloody aura. But they just backed away with a pale complexion, but at that moment, the expressions of the elders of Ji and Li's family all changed.

At this moment, Meng Hao's green robe was reflected blood-colored by the blood light, like a blood robe on his body, with a white mask without other facial features except his eyes, which outlined a pair of scarlet red in his eyes, where the Nascent Soul cultivators each All the pictures I have seen in the family's classics.

The Tai'er clan, the blood fairy back then!

In appearance, exactly the same!

Intense murderous intent, monstrous evil spirit, all of these formed a large amount of rich red alchemy erupting from above Meng Hao's head at this moment. When the alchemy rolled and spread to the surroundings, the corpse of the immortal under Meng Hao's feet had shrunk to nothing but It is more than ten feet in size.

"You can't do what you can!" In an instant, more than a dozen elders from Ji and Li's family came quickly, and one of them was the fastest, one of the eight elders of the Ji family. He had strong murderous intent in his eyes, and he had made up his mind to Killing Meng Hao with his own hands, in order to protect his own life, at this moment, he didn't worry at all because Meng Hao was a junior. With his bad reputation of being a bully, his murderous intentions surpassed everyone in an instant, and he came straight to Meng Hao .

"Death to this old man!!" The old man of Ji's family had a cold voice, and when he heard it, he had already raised his right hand. His speed was so fast that Meng Hao couldn't see his figure clearly, but now in his eyes, even though It's still blurry, but traces can be seen faintly.

Getting closer!

"Faceless!" Meng Hao's eyes were red, and with a wave of his right hand, part of his long hair turned white at this moment, but this white was in the bloody light, it looked like red!

The alchemy behind him rolled even more violently, and directly formed a huge face with a strange left eye, while Meng Hao existed in the right eye. Following this huge face, he flew up directly towards the approaching This season's old man, go directly.

Fighting with death, putting it to death, just to fight for that glimmer of life.

At this moment, the roaring sound shocked the world, shook all directions, and spread all around the black mist area. Even the basin outside could be clearly heard at this moment.

The eyes of Zi Luo Patriarch of Qing Luo Zong flashed, and the eyes of Qing Luo Zong Ling Zhan Pao behind him also flashed. The two of them flew up instantly, and were about to rush into the black mist, but suddenly, Zi Luo Zong The bodies of the two spirit-slaying patriarchs disappeared in an instant, and when they appeared, they were already in front of the two of Qing Luozong.

"Going further, don't blame the old man for killing people!" The spirit-slashing patriarch of the Purple Fortune Sect spoke gloomily, with strong murderous intent and anger in his eyes.

At this moment in the black mist, with the roaring sound, the huge face formed outside Meng Hao's body was shattered and collapsed. He spurted out blood, most of the bones in his body were instantly shattered, and countless wounds were torn open, blood overflowed, making his body The clothes were no longer turned red by the blood light, but were directly dyed red by his own blood, becoming a real blood robe!

When his body rolled back and landed directly on the corpse of the immortal, Meng Hao gritted his teeth and stood firm while trembling. At this moment, he was like when he faced Wang Tengfei in the backer sect, his persistence, his absolute strength, His strong heart, at this moment, even if his body collapses, this heart will never die!

The red light in his eyes dimmed, blood dripped down the mask, and the immortal corpse under his feet had shrunk to only five feet in size.

As for the old man of Ji's family, his whole body was shaken and his complexion changed a bit, but he was not injured, but he looked solemnly at Meng Hao. , but he is a Nascent Soul cultivator, that blow is enough to kill any Dzogchen who formed an alchemy, but here Meng Hao...he didn't die!

In an instant, the old man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and at the same time, he became greedy.

He clearly knew that Meng Hao's cultivation was only at the early stage of alchemy, but a person at the early stage of alchemy could achieve the aura just now, everything... was because of that bloody mask!

Not only was he clearly aware of this, but the eyes of the other people around him also all rushed towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao was seriously injured by that blow, but with his cultivation, being able to survive in the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator whose cultivation had been suppressed to the late stage of alchemy already demonstrated the strength of this bloody mask.

It can be said that the strength of Meng Hao wearing the mask is completely different from the one without the mask.

But... Even so, Meng Hao was still invincible. At this moment, his body was on the verge of falling, as if the oil was exhausted, and the face invisible to outsiders under the mask was already pale and wrinkled, but his eyes were full of gleam. Crazy, reddish purple light.

He did not hesitate to spend his life energy again to recover from his injuries.

Seeing more than a dozen monks approaching, Meng Hao suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, that smile was full of arrogance, with a stubbornness that never bowed his head.

He is Master Dan Ding, he is the ninth generation descendant of Feng Yao, he is Fang Mu, and he is...Meng Hao!

He was originally a scholar, but now, with his cultivation in the early stage of alchemy, he is fighting against more than a dozen strong men who are originally Nascent Soul cultivation bases. Domain, looking at the South Region for thousands of years, he is the only one who can do this!

Therefore, Meng Hao laughed, with no regrets, a sense of pride, and a monstrous persistence in that smile!

His injuries are recovering with vitality, and the face under the mask is rapidly aging. His hair has completely turned white, but to outsiders, in the red light, this is no longer white hair, but a white hair. Redhead!

The figure in this scene formed a strong impression, which was directly imprinted in the eyes of all the Tianjiao sects in the surrounding Southern Region. These Tianjiao sects sent back from the collapsed world, at this moment, the figure of Meng Hao in their minds, as if It has become eternal, hundreds of years, thousands of years, even a lifetime, they will never forget it.

Because this figure has become their generation, and it is well-deserved that no one in this generation can surpass Meng Hao in front of them. This is the consensus of all of them.

What kind of arrogance, what kind of Taoist, compared with Meng Hao who is wearing a mask and has red hair, facing more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators and laughing up to the sky, they... are like ants!

"This...is the cultivator!" Someone murmured, and these words instantly resonated in the minds of all the arrogances here!

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A monk should have the pride of standing upright in the world, a monk should have the persistence of never bowing his head in a bloody battle, this is a monk, the monk in the heart of the ear, a blood robe, a white hair, facing the heroes alone, no matter how many times you encounter. No matter how difficult and difficult the road is, you have to grit your teeth and walk on, and you have to look up to the sky and laugh! Go create a myth!

This is the monk in my mind! With the heart of a monk, ask for a monthly ticket for July! I want to know, how many monthly tickets should such a monk vote for as brothers and sisters! ()