I Shall Seal the Heavens

Don't fly too high here, because the higher you go, the stronger the wind. Meng Hao saw with his own eyes a disciple of Qingluo Sect who wanted to fly high, but before he could go far, he let out a miserable scream, his whole body was almost bloody, and he hurriedly shouted to give up, and then disappeared without a trace.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and even in this wind, there are wind blades, and there is an indescribable coercion, making it only a thousand feet away from the towering tree, like a city wall.

Stepping into it, Meng Hao felt the coercion and obstacles surrounding it like a city wall, and at the same time felt that every time he took a step towards the towering tree, the aura that could be absorbed by him would increase sharply, making Meng Hao's breathing fast, and his eyes showed a strong light.

"This place is suffering for others, but for me, it is a holy place for my practice!" Meng Hao suddenly raised his head, his eyes fell on the towering tree thousands of feet away.

"What kind of tree is this...?" Meng Hao had already noticed that the aura here did not come from the surrounding world, but emanated from the towering tree in front of him.

Just as these dozens of monks were struggling to move forward outside the towering tree, above the clouds in the sky, people from the five clans and three clans were looking at the vortex of the clouds with piercing eyes.

They can clearly see the scene below.

"All the sect families who came here are all heroes and celestial beings. I don't know who can be the first to step on this tree." Song Tian smiled slightly. When the voice came out, the Nascent Soul and old monsters of the respective sect families below him all smiled.

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. I didn't expect Senior Song to use this treasure map in this test of recruiting a son-in-law..."

"This tree. It should be the remnant of Jianmu in ancient times. It was drawn by Shui Dongliu, a generation of Taoist priests in ancient times, who was inspired by the place where Jianmu collapsed. It is said that if you have enough insight, you can transform this tree. It is a rare treasure that summons ancient times."

Following the words of the Nascent Soul monks around, Han Bei, who was sitting further down, looked at Meng Hao who was in the vortex. After sweeping, his expression was calm, without showing any thoughts.

In Li Shiqi's case, she looked more at the tree transformed by Jianmu's remnants, thinking thoughtfully.

"Jianmu Cannian can release the ancient aura before the legendary change of heaven, but it is a pity that it cannot be used by monks. It can only become a barrier. However, if this treasure is cultivated enough, and if the perception is also sufficient, it can accommodate the world in Jianmu. It is a treasure. The most important thing is that this treasure is very helpful for these disciples to break through in their cultivation." The Nascent Soul cultivator of Qing Luozong is a middle-aged man. Yu Menghao took another look.

He had noticed Meng Hao before,

But quietly. Same at this moment.

"This tree is indeed a remnant of Jianmu. This painting is called the Thought of Jianmu in the past. It was a gift from the eighth sea lord of the Tianhe Sea when the old man lived a thousand years ago. I took it out today. On the one hand, it will let these juniors feel the ancient times. On the other hand, it will also let you all have a look, because this painting will no longer belong to the old man in a short time." Song Tian laughed and shook his head.

"The old man will give this painting to my son-in-law of the Song family."

As soon as Song Tian's words came out, the eyes of all the Nascent Soul cultivators all around suddenly flickered, and no one spoke for a while, but all looked at the cloud vortex.

"Old Ancestor, how about this junior bet with these fellow Taoists to see which doll from the sect can be the first to approach this tree?" Old Freak Song, who was next in first place, suddenly smiled and said.

"I will naturally bet on the disciples of my own sect. Who do you want to bet, Mr. Song?" The old man surnamed Fan from Yijianzong laughed, took a sip of wine, and said teasingly.

"I bet on him!" Old Freak Song suddenly raised his right hand, pointed at the whirlpool, and could see where his finger was headed, it was...

Meng Hao!

As Song Laoguai's words spread, the Nascent Soul cultivators here immediately looked at them one after another. After seeing that the person that Song Laoguai was betting on was Meng Hao, the middle-aged man's eyes flickered indistinctly.

The old man Yuanying of the Wang family frowned.

The old man surnamed Fan from One Sword Sect smiled, and took a meaningful look at Old Freak Song.

"Okay, what are you betting on?" The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Blood Demon Sect is an old woman with silver hair and withered skin. Her voice was hoarse, and when she heard it, there was a feeling of rubbing against bones. At this moment, she spoke slowly with a smile on her face.

"Just bet on a baby fruit!" Mr. Song flicked his sleeves, and when he raised his right hand, he pressed it directly between his eyebrows. In just a few breaths, a phantom like a villain sitting cross-legged was captured from between his eyebrows.

Visible to the naked eye, this villain quickly condensed and suddenly became a spiritual fruit-like object, exuding a delicate fragrance.

This thing is exactly the baby fruit, something that only Nascent Soul monks can condense from their own Nascent Soul, it is comparable to the treasure of heaven and earth! Heaven and earth can give birth to spiritual fruits, and the body of a Nascent Soul cultivator is self-contained, so naturally spiritual fruits can also appear.

This thing is like the good fortune of heaven and earth, and it is the most precious thing of a Nascent Soul cultivator himself. For example, there are different levels of Taoist platforms for foundation building, and different colors of Yuan Dan for forming pills. In the Nascent Soul realm, there are different numbers of baby fruits.

With nine as the follow, three or nine yuan infants, six or nine yuan infants, up to nine or nine yuan infants, this is the division of different degrees of yuanying realm.

The baby fruit of outsiders will not increase the number of other people's baby fruits, and cannot increase the rank, but it can be used as a supplement. Therefore, for Nascent Soul monks, the baby fruit of outsiders is the best medicine for healing and recovery.

As for beheading the spirit, what is cut off is all, so the infant fruit is useless. Only after asking the question, can one comprehend the Dao of heaven and earth, condense one's own Dao fruit, and prove the road to immortality.

As Song Laoguai's words came out, the Nascent Soul cultivators all around pondered, and soon, each of them directly condensed one of their own baby fruits. In this way, a total of eight baby fruits floated in the air.

The eight baby fruits were quite a temptation for Nascent Soul cultivators. At this moment, each of them seemed to be normal, but in fact they were full of energy, looking at the disciples of various sects in the cloud vortex from afar.

Song Tian smiled slightly and did not try to stop him. The two middle-aged men beside him sat in meditation with their eyes closed. The other person looked gloomy, looking at the cultivators in the vortex. There is a scrutiny in the look.

As for the Taoist Song Yunshu of the Song family, he was sitting quietly beside Patriarch Song Tian at the moment, watching all this with a smile, without speaking, but deep in his eyes, there was also a gleam of brilliance.

Old Freak Song was in high spirits. At this moment, he was staring at the swirling clouds with piercing eyes, staring at Meng Hao.

"Boy Meng. Show off your ability in Zhao country that day. If you win this time, I will give you a baby fruit as a reward." Old Freak Song thought inwardly. He had strong expectations for Meng Hao because of the incident in Zhao country and the sound transmission from the Song family in his ear.

Just when the bets of the people here are taken out. Under the clouds, dozens of people beside the towering trees were galloping forward, even though there was a coercion in front of them, making the speed slow, but they still moved forward.

Fastest today. It was Wang Tengfei, his eyes were already red, and when he rushed out at this moment, he seemed desperate, to him. This is an opportunity, once you can become the son-in-law of the Song family. Then his life is equivalent to having the possibility of re-emergence.

"Meng Hao, and that bitch Chu Yuyan, you wait!" Wang Tengfei gritted his teeth, and approached more than ten feet in a roar.

In addition to Wang Tengfei, there was Wang Youcai, who approached silently. Unknowingly, he was second only to Wang Tengfei, followed by other cultivators, and Chen Fan was also the leader among them.

Because the little fat man was protected by everyone, his speed was not fast, but he was not slow either.

On the other hand, Meng Hao obviously pulled back a bit, but his expression was calm. Every time he took a step, Meng Hao would pause for a moment, and the more and more intense aura surrounded him and was carefully absorbed by him.

As time passed, an hour passed quickly. At this moment, Wang Tengfei was only more than ten feet away from the towering tree, Wang Youcai was about twenty feet away, and everyone else was within a hundred feet one after another. The old monster Song on the cloud layer gradually became ugly, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators smiled.

Meng Hao, who was at the edge of Baizhang, took a deep breath at this moment, absorbing it cautiously along the way, as if he had swallowed a few grains of Luo Didan, but no matter how cautious he was, as he continued to move forward, as more and more spiritual energy around him could be absorbed by him, Meng Hao's eyes flashed suddenly.

"The opportunity is rare, so just absorb it with all your strength!" Meng Hao's character was decisive. Once he made a decision at this moment, he immediately took a step forward. The moment the step fell, Meng Hao's body suddenly roared, and the four perfect platforms were not suppressed by Meng Hao at this moment.

As soon as the vortex came out, it immediately permeated the surrounding area. The spiritual energy that could not be absorbed by others, at this moment, surged towards Meng Hao like boiling.

The sea below was roaring and rolling, Meng Hao's body even appeared distorted and blurred, and an indescribable spiritual energy rushed straight to his body, Meng Hao's speed increased suddenly.

It's not that he wants to speed up, but the more he moves forward, the more spiritual energy he absorbs. At this moment, he is walking a hundred, eighty, sixty feet away from the towering tree...

The cultivation base in Meng Hao's body also continued to rise in this short period of time. The fifth Taoist platform has already taken shape at this moment and is rapidly condensing.

This scene made Meng Hao excited. He took a deep breath and moved faster. Since he had decided to absorb it desperately, he must devour it thoroughly.

This is Meng Hao's character, and it was the same when he was a scholar. For example, in his life, he would not want to cause troubles on weekdays, but once he did, and he couldn't resolve them, he would simply do it thoroughly.

At this moment, the continuous condensing of the fifth Taoist platform made Meng Hao's cultivation base also continuously rise, his eyes became brighter and his aura became stronger and stronger!

In just a few breaths, Meng Hao directly crossed 70 feet, leaving only 30 feet away from the towering tree. The speed of his explosion this time was too fast, and the absorption was too amazing, which shocked all the other monks around.

They saw the terrifying vortex outside Meng Hao's body, and felt the aura around them that suppressed themselves and could not be absorbed. They went straight to Meng Hao in a boiling and active way, making the world, at this moment, like a world of ripples.

"What is he doing..."

"This is... is this absorbing the aura that cannot be absorbed here?"

"He... how did he do it!!" All the monks around were shocked at this moment, and they all looked at Meng Hao.

It's not just them. At this moment, everyone on the cloud layer was shocked after seeing this scene.

"He's devouring the ancient aura!"

"What kind of physique is he, what kind of exercises he has practiced, how can he be like this!" The eyes of these Nascent Soul monks were like lightning, and they wanted to see Meng Hao clearly, and their hearts were shocked. This scene of Meng Hao was beyond their expectations.

However, even if they are Nascent Soul cultivators, they can easily see a person's cultivation level, but for Meng Hao's Taoist platform, they are all blurred the moment they look at it.

If there is a strange force interfering, this force is always there, making them unable to see the clues. The middle-aged man of Qing Luozong is silent, but there is a strange light in his eyes. In fact, he has acted like this before Meng Hao entered the cloud vortex, and felt the strangeness of Meng Hao who cannot see through the Tao.

When these Nascent Soul monks from various sects were alarmed by Meng Hao, Song Tian, ​​the patriarch of Song's family, suddenly showed his eyes, which had never appeared since the beginning.

He stared straight at Meng Hao in the vortex, his eyes flashed for an instant, and he didn't speak, but the shock in his eyes quickly dissipated.

Old Freak Song laughed. Although he found it unbelievable, he was obviously very happy. When the laughter echoed at this moment, Han Bei who was not far away also took a deep breath. She thought about the fact that Meng Hao was able to enter Fang Ding despite the fact that there was no one in the past.

Li Shiqi's phoenix eyes flashed, looking thoughtfully at Meng Hao's figure in the vortex.

At this moment, under the clouds, around the towering giant tree, even at this moment, the tumbling of the spiritual energy made the strong wind stronger, blowing Wang Tengfei and others from a position of more than ten feet, and directly rolled back to forty or fifty feet!

He was like this, and the others couldn't help being blown away one after another. In this way, the situation changed immediately, and Meng Hao, who was thirty feet away, instantly became the person closest to the towering tree among the crowd.

Wang Tengfei yelled up to the sky. He was not reconciled, and rushed out at this moment, but almost at the moment he rushed out, Meng Hao took a deep breath, and in one step, he directly crossed ten feet, and took another step, twenty feet!

Within two steps, the distance to the towering tree was only ten feet. Under the tree, Meng Hao was obviously tiny like an ant, but there was a majestic vortex around him. The spiritual energy from this place surged in and was absorbed by the Taoist platform in Meng Hao's body. His fifth Taoist platform had already taken shape at this moment. If it could continue, it might not take long before it could be fully condensed and become the fifth Taoist platform in Meng Hao's body!

Once that time comes, Meng Hao with the five perfect Taoist platforms will be... the strongest in the Foundation Establishment Realm!

Whether Tianjiao or Daozi, all foundation-building realms will be destroyed in front of Meng Hao!

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I wrote an extra thousand words, and I planned to save it for Monday, so that I could relax, but after I finished writing, I realized that I couldn’t save it... ()