I Shall Seal the Heavens

Killing people does not bleed, because even if there is blood, it will be washed away in the rain, as if being washed physically and mentally, so that Meng Hao doesn't care about the rain at this moment, and he doesn't waste his cultivation to cover the rain.

He slowly let go of his hand, and when he turned around, the rain slid across his face, along his chin, along his hair, and down his clothes, and lightning flashed across the dark night sky, making Meng Hao's image at this moment even more strange.

This scene shocked the minds of the dozen or so Qing Luo Sect disciples around them. When they looked at Meng Hao, they no longer showed the slightest contempt, but solemnity.

Even Zhou Jie, the Daoist of the Qing Luo Sect with fake alchemy, looked up at Meng Hao, his eyes narrowed, but he didn't make a move. Instead, he raised his right hand and pressed the incense burner, causing the shredded tobacco in the burner to rise into the air and accelerate the condensation.

"At all costs, trap and kill this person." He said lightly, with a chill in his voice in this rainy night.

The dozen or so Qing Luo Sect monks around Meng Hao charged straight out with all seriousness when they heard the words. The spells, treasures, and various methods were displayed in an instant.

It can even be said that the existence of these ten people cannot be owned by a small sect, even if it is a medium-sized sect, they will never be dispatched at once, because for the sect, once these disciples in the late stage of foundation establishment have good luck, once there is an alchemy, even if there is only one person who forms an alchemy, it is very important to the sect.

Only a super sect like the Qingluo Sect has such a deep foundation, and can send so many late foundation establishments at one time.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed. If he hadn't opened the fifth platform, this battle would be extremely difficult for him, even life-and-death crisis. But now, Meng Hao, who has five platforms, already possesses the invincible combat power in the foundation building. It can even be said. At this moment, Meng Hao is the first person to form an alchemy in the cultivation world of the Southern Region!

He sneered, and at the moment when more than a dozen Qing Luozong monks came, he raised his right hand to grab the void, and the moment he spread it forward, a fire dragon in the shape of a dragon immediately blasted out, but it did not fully reveal itself, but when it reappeared, it was due to the high temperature. In an instant, the surrounding rainwater is directly vaporized. became fog.

While the fog rolled away. Meng Hao slapped the storage bag, and immediately two wooden swords flew out, following Meng Hao's body as he circled around, rushing out directly.

The mist billowed. Covering the eyes of the outside world, the high temperature around made the rainwater continuously turn into mist and melt into it when it fell, thunder roared outside, lightning flashed from time to time, and shrill screams came from the mist.

Meng Hao's figure walked in the mist with killing, in front of him,

The two wooden swords crossed and swept directly. After disconnecting a Qingluo Sect monk, until his death, the monk's expression remained horrified.

Killing intent continuously came out from the mist, and Meng Hao's figure was like a ghost, wherever he passed. With a click of his right hand, a person was broken, and he directly swung the person's body, blocking a spear in front of him. With the roar, the moment the corpse was torn apart, Meng Hao stepped away.

With a flick of his right hand, the wind blade immediately transformed into an instant and scattered in mid-air. When Meng Hao walked away, a shattered corpse scattered from the mist to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Jie frowned more and more tightly, but his right hand had already pressed the incense burner, and the tobacco formation had already condensed nearly 60% of it.

At this moment, a shrill scream came out of the mist, and a disciple of the Qing Luo Sect escaped half of his body out of the mist with panic. Just as he was about to rush out, Meng Hao's right hand suddenly stretched out from the mist, pressed down on the monk's head, and slammed it hard. Amid the miserable sound of the monk, Meng Hao's face emerged from the mist, and he glanced at Zhou Jie.

Zhou Jie was also looking at Meng Hao. The two of them looked at each other for only a moment. A smile appeared on the corner of Meng Hao's mouth, and his figure disappeared into the mist. He also let go of his hand, making the monk of the Qingluo Sect open his eyes, but he couldn't breathe, and his body fell down.

Zhou Jie's mind was shocked by this gaze, his complexion was a little ugly, the screams in the mist had gradually decreased, and the roaring sound had also weakened, at this moment, another figure rushed out quickly.

"Senior Brother Zhou, save me!" It was a disciple of the Qingluo Sect, who had lost his right arm at the moment, was terrified, and was running away desperately, but just as he finished speaking, a handprint that was a foot in size suddenly roared out of the mist.

At the moment of touching, the roaring sound was earth-shattering. The cultivator trembled all over and opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could say anything, his whole body collapsed.

Until now, the mist where Meng Hao was was slowly dissipating. Meng Hao's figure gradually walked out from it. He was dressed in a long robe, with long hair, and his slender body seemed to give the impression of a weak scholar. However, the indifference in his eyes made Zhou Jie's heart tremble again after seeing it.

More than a dozen monks in the late stage of foundation establishment, at this moment...none of them came out of the fog like Meng Hao.

"Your Excellency's method is too cruel." Zhou Jie slowly put down his right hand, he already understood that he didn't have time to make this incense burner last.

Because Qing Luozong completely miscalculated the cultivation level of Meng Hao in front of him.

Even before he came here, Zi Luo Patriarch had told him that the words sent back by the elders of the Song family's sect pointed out that Meng Hao was in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and possessed combat power comparable to the late stage of foundation establishment.

But Zhou Jie finally understood at this moment that the Meng Hao in front of him was not comparable to the combat power of the late stage of foundation establishment, but possessed the terrifying strength to crush the late stage of foundation establishment.

The other party's spiritual power seemed to be different from others, it seemed to be all spiritual power, but Zhou Jie had this strange feeling, as if Meng Hao's spiritual power had imprinted more of his own mark, which he had felt strongly many times during previous observations.

He even discovered that after the spells played by Meng Hao collapsed, according to the principle, the spiritual power that formed the spells would dissipate in the world, such as returning, but Meng Hao's spiritual power was like oil in boiling water. After the collapse, instead of melting into the world, there was a wave of repulsion, if they could not coexist.

It was precisely because of this that the outburst of repulsion was the reason for Meng Hao's strength. Zhou Jie had his own judgment on these, but he didn't have an answer, so he could only be shocked.

This kind of outbreak caused Meng Hao to destroy even though he was only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but destroyed him in the late stage of foundation establishment. This... is the reason!

The spiritual power is different. Meng Hao's spiritual power belongs to himself completely, while the spiritual power of others belongs to the heaven and the earth. The monk's breathing is like borrowing, but the borrowing time varies depending on the level of cultivation.

Like a cycle, like the nine roads in front of the gray-robed old man on the big Jianmu tree, this is the law of heaven and earth!

"It's not that Meng is cruel, it's that you have already explained the problem by appearing here. If Meng is soft-hearted and cruel, it will be me." Meng Hao said lightly, raised his right hand and waved, the fog slowly dissipated behind him, and the rain fell again, falling on the two of them, as if the area they were in was divided into fragments, but the eyes of the two looking at each other became more and more fierce.

"Zhou Jie, Daoist of the Qing Luo Sect!" Zhou Jie was silent, and when he spoke slowly, he raised his right hand, and immediately a three-foot-long blue incense stick that was burning appeared in his hand.

The shreds of tobacco are ethereal, the fragrance is like a sword, and its threads are like awns, this incense branch is obviously not ordinary.

"Zhao Guo, Meng Hao." Meng Hao said indifferently, raised his right hand between the pincers, immediately surrounded by two wooden swords, spit out the sword light in front of him, and the buzzing sound came out, as if he was eager to drink blood.

For Meng Hao, this battle was not the first time he met Daozi. From the first time he met Li Daoyi in a reluctant fight, he cut off his arm when he used tricks to force the opponent away, to meeting Li Shiqi, the two were evenly matched in the first battle, until now, he met Zhou Jie in front of him.

"When I was in the third stage, I met Li Daoyi. I fought against Li Shiqi in the fourth stage. Now I am fighting against this person in the fifth stage. I have witnessed my perfect foundation-building power and the invincible state!" Meng Hao's eyes gradually became full of fighting intent, and the two wooden swords beside him seemed to feel Meng Hao's fighting intent.

"You are very similar to a woman Zhou met when he was traveling a few years ago, but her surname was not Meng." Zhou Jie shook his head. He said this because he already regarded Meng Hao as an opponent worthy of respect. In fact, among the monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm in the entire southern region, he respected less than ten people before today, and almost all of them were disciples of different sects!

But now, he has already recognized the existence of Meng Hao, who is on par with Daozi in the southern region.

Almost at the moment when this sentence was finished, Zhou Jie's whole body exploded, the foundation was perfected, and the cultivation base of the fake alchemy spread out in an instant, making his hair windless and automatic, and the surrounding rain spread even more, as if he didn't dare to approach him. His eyes gradually showed sharpness, and he suddenly took a step towards Meng Hao's place.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed brightly, he also raised his right foot, stepped forward, and his spiritual consciousness came out instantly.

In the sky on a rainy night, the peak battle of foundation establishment!

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Adding dozens or hundreds of words is easy for the ears, but it has an invisible starting point, and as of now, I think it is the most suitable, so there are not many chapters recently, all of which are 3000 words away, only a few dozen.

I will not add one more starting point currency, which can be broken, but I have to add it by force, explain it to prove my character. ()