I Shall Seal the Heavens

The distance of more than one hundred miles does not take much time for the monks who established the foundation.

While waiting, Meng Hao closed his eyes and meditated. He already had a little experience in Feng Zhengshu. As for the perception of the fairy land, don't be in a hurry, it needs to be done slowly, and the time you can look directly at is slowly increased, and you still need the fairy land More, only in this way can the incompleteness of the rune be supplemented.

At this moment, Meng Hao crossed his legs and stared at the purple pill in his body. The pill turned slowly, but in the blink of an eye, it would instantly emit a large number of filaments that filled the whole body, and then retracted in an instant.

Like lightning, it disperses and retracts, becoming a Zhou Tian, ​​and it is precisely because of this that it bursts out a powerful cultivation power that is completely different from the foundation.

"Master once said that after forming the alchemy, you can integrate the meaning of inextinguishable fire into the alchemy and ignite your own alchemy..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and this matter also requires careful retreat.

Meng Hao has been in Motu for less than a year, and his mind was not completely absorbed during the retreat to heal his wounds. Whether it was the Immortal Land, Fengzheng, or the Ignition Pill Fire, or Ji Hongdong's storage bag, these were all after the alchemy was formed. Meng Hao needs time to carry out the matter.

It's just that Meng Hao was always vigilant because of the pursuit of the Ji family, and he still hasn't let up now, but he also guessed some clues that no one from the Ji family was chasing him.

"It seems that we need to retreat for a period of time. After all the preparations are completed, we can go out to find the last herb for the perfect golden elixir." Meng Hao decided secretly.

When he was deep in thought, Meng Hao raised his head, with a cold light in his eyes, and a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, but this smile was a bit strange, it looked full of coldness.

At this moment, outside the dwarf mountain in his cave, the four Foundation Establishment cultivators came roaring with Huang Daxian. As soon as these four people approached, without the slightest hesitation, they went straight to the cracks in the mountain and followed the cracks. Rush down quickly.

"Just...just below..." Huang Daxian's face turned pale. At this moment, he was afraid in his heart, but he had his own thoughts. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and spoke in a trembling voice, and the eyes of the Foundation Establishment cultivator who was carrying him by the side flashed murderous intent.

"Shut up!"

During the words, the four people came to the bottom of the crack in an instant, and saw Meng Hao's cave at a glance. But the moment they saw the cave, the expressions of these four people changed, and their eyes showed vigilance.

Because the door of Meng Hao's cave was not closed, but opened, so they could see it at a glance, sitting cross-legged in the cave. At this moment, Meng Hao raised his head slowly, with a calm expression.

Dressed in a green robe, she looks normal, but she has long white hair.

Against the background of the green robe, an extremely strong coercion that can deter the mind is formed immediately.

There is also that dead face without any blood color, combined with the cold eyes, in an instant, it seems that the temperature around here has suddenly become the midwinter, a gloomy cold.

The four foundation-building cultivators took a deep breath. The Meng Hao who looked like this immediately gave them a strong sense of crisis. This feeling of crisis was as if the person sitting there cross-legged was not a cultivator, but an ancient ferocious beast. , just one look, seems to be able to swallow people.

Cold sweat dripped directly from the foreheads of the four monks. Their mouths were parched and their minds were completely captured. They stood there without daring to move.

Meng Hao didn't speak, so the lower part of the crevice in the low mountain was deadly silent, even the sound of breathing seemed to be indistinguishable.

Gradually it turned into a strong depression, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, that feeling, as if they were always between life and death, Meng Hao's gaze gave them a strong feeling that as long as they moved, they would definitely die.

But in the end, among the four foundation-building monks, a middle-aged man with the lowest cultivation level, endured the depression for a while, and couldn't continue. go.

But the moment he flew up, Meng Hao raised a finger with his right hand.

"Noisy."

With two words, one sentence, and a scream, a corpse suddenly fell down in front of the other three Foundation Establishment cultivators, making their complexions paler and their bodies trembling instantly.

On the fallen corpse, there was a blood hole between the eyebrows, and blood was bubbling, and the eyes were wide open, remnants of the fear and despair before death.

The deterrence formed by this scene directly deterred the other three Foundation Establishment cultivators. Although they killed a lot of people, but this kind of killing of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, which is an understatement, made the three of them feel more and more physically ill. trembling.

"Jie Dan... this person must be Jie Dan!"

"Damn it, why did you provoke a strong alchemist!"

The three looked at each other, and they all saw the bitterness and despair in each other's eyes.

Huang Daxian was trembling even more at this moment, his face full of nervousness. Although he also guessed that Meng Hao was strong, he never expected that he was so strong that he could kill a mid-stage Foundation Establishment in an instant.

As time passed, the three foundation-building monks began to collapse under the high tension and panic. This kind of long-term threat of death is absolutely unbearable.

One of the three finally couldn't take it anymore. Seeing that Meng Hao had already closed his eyes, his body flew up instantly after gritting his teeth, and even crushed some jade simplified into a mist covering his body, which made the speed increase instantly, and was about to escape At that time, Meng Hao still closed his eyes and did not move. The eyes of the flying cultivator showed excitement. The other two people below him hesitated for a while, and were considering whether to follow.

Suddenly, on both sides of the crack in the mountain body of this short mountain, the rocks were suddenly as soft as mud, and a purple-red rattan, with a monstrous ferocity, rushed out of the rock in an instant, and the head of the rattan suddenly burst out. It split open, forming a bloody mouth. Amidst the screams of the mid-foundation cultivator, he swallowed his body completely, like a python. After swallowing it, he also shed a large amount of mucus. At the same time, vines also emerged from the rock.

There were dozens of vines densely packed, directly sealing the exit of the crack, and swaying, all of them pointed at Huang Daxian and the two foundation-establishing monks.

Huang Daxian's complexion was pale, and his eyes were full of fear and confusion.

And those two foundation-building monks were short of breath. The scene just now was still in their minds. At this moment, they felt here. It's like hell.

"Ex... Senior, please forgive me..." The cultivator who established the foundation and completed the foundation, with a pale face, bowed directly to Meng Hao, and said in a trembling voice.

"Junior knows his mistake. Senior, please forgive me." Another foundation cultivator was beside him. He also knelt down and begged with a plop. The two of them were completely terrified.

Meng Hao slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the two people and Huang Daxian indifferently. He had noticed the totems on these people before, although they were different from Ximo. But it can also emit some fluctuations.

"Are you here to ask for pills?" Meng Hao raised his right hand, and immediately two pills appeared in his hand, the whole body was black and blue, without the slightest fragrance of pills, even when Meng Hao took them out. You can faintly see the twisted and ferocious figure of a centipede on it.

At first glance, it is poison pill.

Before the two Foundation Establishment cultivators could open their mouths, Meng Hao flicked his right hand, and these two pills appeared on their lips like lightning. The speed was so fast that before they could react, they shattered their teeth, rushed directly into their throats, and melted in the blink of an eye.

The faces of the two changed drastically, but they didn't resist. Instead, they breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that at least their lives would be safe for the time being.

"This elixir is punishment. The two of you took Huang Daxian to go out to search for this kind of soil. The more you find, the faster your poison will be cured. I can even give you some real elixir." Meng Hao calmed down. Said, his eyes swept over Huang Daxian.

Huang Daxian immediately cheered up, and quickly promised loudly.

With a wave of Meng Hao's sleeve, a piece of purple-blue soil flew out and landed in front of the three of them. The gate of the cave was closed with a bang, and the vines in the cracks were retracted one by one. Everything returned to normal. Brother Ji sighed with a wry smile. Although he didn't know what's so good about the soil requested by the strong man in the cave, but after thinking that this time might be some kind of good luck, his eyes lit up. The two looked at it. Look, they were also very polite to Huang Daxian, and the three of them walked straight out of the crack in a flash.

According to Meng Hao's request, look for this kind of soil.

Time passed, and half a month passed quickly. In this half month, Meng Hao has become more familiar with Fengzheng Technique. The power of this technique is unpredictable. Yes!

Sealing everything into a demon for his own use, a positive word, is the opposite of evil, but it reveals a domineering, it seems... If you get the seal of the demon master, the demon is recognized!

Every time it runs, you can feel that there is a faint breath in this world, this breath... It seems that as long as he is willing, he can seal it up and turn it into a demon.

It's just that this monster has no spirit, it's just a mass of unconscious breath, which can be used by Meng Hao. This feeling is very strange, just like the fugue Meng Hao saw in the classics of the Purple Fortune Sect.

"Everything in the world can become a demon..." Meng Hao's eyes revealed a glint, and he raised his right hand to stare at his fingers. After a moment of silence, he suddenly pressed his finger to the ground of the cave.

"Fengzheng!" The moment the words came out, the caves in front of Meng Hao's eyes overlapped instantly, and a faint breath was released from the cave and the short mountain in an instant.

This aura is weird and changeable. Meng Hao felt it, but he couldn't tell what it was, but he had a faint understanding that it was... the monster aura of all things!

His eyes flickered, and his spiritual consciousness instantly merged into the aura, and his mind immediately exploded. Suddenly, his field of vision expanded infinitely, and he seemed to see hundreds of miles around the short mountain.

Immersed in this fusion of spiritual knowledge and demonic energy, he saw everything within a radius of three or four hundred miles nearby. Just as he was about to take it back, suddenly, he suddenly looked to the northwest four hundred miles away, at a very unusual rocky area. On the ground, a sound that Meng Hao could not detect normally, but only in such a special state, came from this rocky land.

"Ji Cang will not die, this old man will not close his eyes... Ji Cang... Even if you suppress this old man for another 30,000 years, this old man will never set foot on Xiantai!" The voice was vicissitudes, with a shrill voice, whirling around for nine days.

"Who is it!" The voice just echoed, and suddenly, the person who heard the voice opened his mouth suddenly, and Meng Hao felt that there was a gaze like Tianwei, looking at him instantly.

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July 7... I don't know why, but this date reminds Ergen of a Hong Kong ghost movie I watched before... a very scary kind.

The ears are timid, so I beg my brothers and sisters for a monthly ticket to protect the law, to protect... ()