I Shall Seal the Heavens

There was the old man who established the foundation of Fang Yezong in the front, and the man who established the foundation of Fenghan sect who had a strong desire to kill Meng Hao later. In the entire Zhao Kingdom, there are now two of the three foundation-establishing monks in the three major sects.

Meng Hao knew in his heart that today's matter was a dead end, and it would be difficult to break through, unless these people were brought into the retreat cave of the backer ancestor, but the backer ancestor's cave needs the cooperation of the backer ancestor in order to open it.

And so many things happened between him and the old ancestor of the backer, it is estimated that with the character of the old ancestor, whether he can make a move is still a matter of opinion. Moreover, this matter has been carried out once before, if it is carried out for the second time, there are not many people who can still be fooled, but after all, we still have to try.

"The heads and elders of the three major sects are not dead!" Meng Hao suddenly spoke as soon as the elder who established the foundation of the Yezong approached and raised his right hand.

As soon as his words came out, the old man's eyes flickered immediately, and even the Fang Hanzong Foundation Establishment man who was coming behind Meng Hao at this moment, his expression was concentrated.

"They are trapped in the cave of the old ancestor of the backer, and this cave is right there." Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed at the east peak of the backer sect when he spoke.

The man who established the foundation of the Fenghan Sect looked at Dongfeng, the backer sect that Meng Hao was referring to. The condensing monks of Fang Yezong's expressions also changed, and they all looked at each other.

Only the old man who established the foundation of Fang Yezong laughed when he heard the words, but the smile was a little sinister, with a hint of sarcasm.

"I really want to know, how did you know that the head teachers and elders of the three major sects died." As soon as these words came out, Meng Hao's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

"However, no matter what you say, I will catch you and ask about everything." Fang Yezong's foundation-building old man suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed Meng Hao violently. In order to explode suddenly, a big hand unexpectedly appeared in front of him out of thin air, with a sharp whistling, it went straight to Meng Hao's place and grabbed it.

Meng Hao quickly dodged without hesitation, but at this moment, the man behind him, the foundation-builder of the Feng-chill sect, sneered and flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a gust of wind howled out, heading straight for Meng Hao.

The two foundation-builder monks shot at the same time. Meng Hao gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag with his right hand. Immediately, a thunder light appeared and turned into a thunder flag!

This flag was snatched by Meng Hao from the ancestor of the backer, and it can resist the attack of the foundation-builder cultivators. When it disperses at this moment, the thunder flag spreads directly, turning into a mist, and the thunder light wanders in the mist, covering Meng Hao's surroundings.

The roar reverberated, Meng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood in the mist, and suddenly stepped back, the eyes of the old man who established the foundation flashed, showing surprise, and his eyes fell on the mist around Meng Hao.

The man who established the foundation of the Fenghan Sect also let out a light sigh.

The mist dispersed for five or six feet, and Meng Hao's face was pale inside, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his internal organs were in severe pain, and blood was about to gush out, but Meng Hao forcibly suppressed it. Later, he tried to refine it, but the time was too short to fully unfold it. At this moment, he could only unfold half of it, and it was unstable with himself.

"This treasure is good, but you can't run it. Let's see how many times you can withstand the old man's foundation-building technique!" With a sweep, those green hairs flashed and turned into countless black hairs that flew out, heading straight for the fog around Meng Hao.

As the roar reverberated, the foundation-building old man was approaching the mist, and every time the dust in his hands swept over, the mist shrank with a roar.

The man who established the foundation of the Fenghan Sect sneered, and pointed forward with his right hand, and immediately his entire right hand,

It turned into ice in an instant, and in a flash, the ice shattered one after another, but it condensed again in front of his fingers, turned into a cold hand, and rushed straight to Meng Hao.

In the blink of an eye, the roaring sound spread in all directions. The black hair and ice made the fog around Meng Hao suddenly shrink, and Meng Hao continuously spewed out blood in it. His face turned pale, and a strong life-and-death crisis enveloped Meng Hao's body and mind. He clearly felt that the slightest connection between Lei Qi and himself could be severed at any time.

Once Lei Qi lost contact with him, even if Meng Haoxiu had reached the great perfection of condensing Qi, he would still condense his Qi after all. Facing Foundation Establishment, the gap was too great.

At this critical juncture, Meng Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly raised his right hand to tap the storage bag, and suddenly an oil lamp exuding an ancient aura appeared in his hand!

This lamp is still lit, and its wick is a Nascent Soul sitting cross-legged in meditation, it is... the master of heaven!

Using Nascent Soul as oil and life as fire to burn blazingly, this is the only way Meng Hao can think of to break the situation. His complexion was faintly ferocious in the light of the fire. When he slowly raised his head, Meng Hao's eyes showed murderous intent.

He took a deep breath, and there was a sound of bangs and bangs in his body. At this moment, his condensed and perfect cultivation was in full swing. The sea of ​​pills in his body roared and rolled, and the spiritual power in his meridians rotated rapidly. It turned into a mouthful of cultivation energy that belonged to him, Meng Hao.

Then, he looked up and looked out of the mist.

Covered by the mist, the oil lamp in Meng Hao's hand was not seen by the people outside. Moreover, the oil lamp was strange and did not emit any breath.

With a loud bang, the fog around Meng Hao shrank again, and when it seemed that there was only ten feet left, the black threads of dust in the hands of the old man who established the foundation spread instantly.

"Give it to me!" The old man who established the foundation let out a low growl, raised his left hand and pointed at the mist where Meng Hao was. In an instant, the mist around Meng Hao collapsed with a bang, and turned into a thunder flag again, flying towards the sky. aside.

"The old man said that if you die today, you must die today!" the old man Zhuji said proudly, and even raised his right hand, sweeping away the dust, it was about to fall to Meng Hao.

But at this moment, the old man suddenly saw the pale Meng Hao after losing the fog, and the oil lamp he was holding in his hand. The moment he saw the oil lamp clearly, the complexion of the old man who established the foundation suddenly changed.

"This is……"

Meng Hao's eyes were full of murderous intent, and without giving the opponent the slightest chance, he suddenly opened his mouth and let out the breath that had been held in his body for a long time.

With this breath, all fell on the flame of the oil lamp, and the flame spread directly, and suddenly diffused outwards. The old man who established the foundation was about to retreat in horror, but the speed of the flame was faster. It spread to the old man.

The shrill screams were earth-shattering at this moment, and the old man who established the foundation was immediately filled with this seemingly inextinguishable flame, and the dust in his hands turned into fly ash, his clothes, his body, , while that extremely shrill scream was still coming out, it instantly...became fly ash.

This scene happened so fast that the people around had no time to react. The screams of the old man who established the foundation were still spreading, but the old man who heard the screams had already become fly ash and was crushed. Nothing was burned, and even the storage bags were directly burnt to pieces.

Meng Hao's face was pale, and he trembled slightly with the oil lamp in his hand. The aura of his cultivation was almost all he had, and he was even more frightened by the horror of the flame of the oil lamp.

There was a dead silence all around... At the place where the old man who established the foundation died, there was still a strange flame burning out of thin air at this moment, distorting the sky there.

The voice of the old man's screams gradually became a lingering sound, and gradually bursts of breaths came out suddenly. The eight or nine monks of Fang Yezong watched this scene blankly, with expressions of disbelief.

"Elder Chen, he..."

"This is... what kind of fire?"

"This is impossible...Elder Chen is a foundation cultivator, how could he die at the hands of Meng Hao..."

They couldn't believe that the majestic foundation builder... was burned to death by a fire, and the person who released the fire was just a condensing monk. In their consciousness, it was impossible for them to happen , Foundation Establishment cultivator, it is absolutely impossible to be killed by condensate.

No matter how weak the foundation is, it is absolutely impossible to die in the hands of the condensing monk.

But now, everything in front of them reversed their minds, causing the minds of these eight or nine people to roar continuously. When they looked at Meng Hao, they were already shocked.

But they didn't know that what was even more shocking at this moment was the Foundation Establishment man of the Fenghan Sect. His face was pale and his heart was trembling. Scared.

He is afraid. As a foundation-building monk, he is high above Zhao Guo, and he rarely knows what fear is, but now, he is afraid. It is not even appropriate to describe it as fear, it is fear!

If it weren't for the fact that he was not very close from the beginning to the end, then the one who died at this moment would not only be the old man of Fang Yezong, but also him.

At this moment, his heart was trembling and his face was pale. He looked at the oil lamp in Meng Hao's hand, and the fear in his heart became even stronger. The Qi Condensing disciples didn't know what kind of fire it was, but he saw the clue.

"The fire of Yuanying, this is a person's Yuanying, the fire of Yuanying formed after igniting the life! This flame can not only burn the foundation to death, but even the Jiedan will surely die if it encounters it!" said Feng Hanzong, the foundation building man At this moment, he was short of breath. When he found Meng Hao looking at him, his scalp immediately went numb, and he subconsciously stepped back a few steps, not daring to approach him. He had long since ignored his face as a foundation cultivator.

Holding the oil lamp in his hand, Meng Hao stepped on the flying sword, and raised his left hand to make a move. Immediately, the thunder flag flew over and he put it in the storage bag. At this moment, he was working on his cultivation, while looking coldly at the Fenghanzong whose face changed. base man.

But at this moment, suddenly, outside the Backing Mountain Sect, the sky roared, and three long rainbows with a width of more than ten feet, set off a large number of ripples, and roared towards the sky in an instant with a sense of shock.

Within the three long rainbows, there are three old men who seem to have just climbed out of the grave. These three old men have wrinkled faces and a strong dead air on their bodies. Because of the explosion of the breath, the breath is so strong that even though it has not yet reached the Nascent Soul, it has already reached the completion of the alchemy.

Meng Hao's heart sank, and he grabbed the oil lamp in his hand tightly. He had spent eighty-nine out of ten of his cultivation at this moment, and he had spent all of it on the previous flames. The only support at this moment was the deterrence of this oil lamp.

Their speed was so fast that they were about to approach, and the man who established the foundation of the Fenghan sect immediately showed joy, but suddenly, the whole sky darkened suddenly, and an aura far beyond the realm of the three fake infant ancestors was here. In an instant, it directly covered the entire country of Zhao, covering the sky and the land.

A gigantic bell appeared in the sky of the backer sect, and a gloomy voice was heard in all directions.

"Patriarch Backer, get out of here!"

The sound was like thunder, the momentum was overwhelming, and the rolling roar caused the surrounding snow curtains to collapse and shatter. The eight or nine Qi Condensing disciples of Fang Yezong here immediately spurted blood one by one, and their bodies exploded in unison. To bear and die.

Meng Hao also swayed here, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes narrowed when he raised his head.

The man who built the foundation of the Fenghan Sect also changed his face, and the three ancestors of the three sects who came in mid-air at this moment also looked terrified now, they dared not fly, and clasped their fists together towards the sky. An old man in a green shirt who was wearing it bowed to him.

The old man in green shirt stands on the clock, the wind blows his clothes, behind him, the wind and clouds change, his eyes open and close, the pupil of the left eye is like the scorching sun, emitting a strong bright light, the right eye is gloomy, the pupil is like a crescent moon, There is also a crack between his eyebrows, which is deep inside, as if there is also an eye, but outsiders can't see clearly that eye, they can only see an extremely thick bloody light.

The celestial being!

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