I Shall Seal the Heavens

It was dusk in Motu's sky at this moment, and Meng Hao's figure whizzed past in the mid-air, so fast that it turned into a blue meteor and went straight to the distance.

This is the seventh day since he left Dongluo City. According to the map on the jade slip, Meng Hao has been on his way without stopping. After all, Motu rarely sees that kind of large-scale teleportation array, and wherever he goes, he needs to go at his own speed. Hurry up.

During the seven days, lightning fell from time to time, and Meng Hao was unscathed amidst the screams of the ancestors of the Li family. At this moment, there was a piece of ruins below him. In mid-air, Meng Hao could vaguely see many corpses in the flames.

This is the fifth ruin Meng Hao has seen in the past seven days. In the silence, he was about to fly over here when he suddenly let out a cold snort, his eyes revealed a cold light, he raised his right hand and swung it, and suddenly flew out of the ground. Feijian stopped more than ten feet away from Meng Hao's body in an instant.

"Shoot!" Immediately there was a cold voice from the ruins on the ground, and then seven or eight long rainbows appeared directly, heading straight for Meng Hao in the midair. In the middle stage of alchemy, the rest are in the early stage of alchemy. Such a team of eight people should not be underestimated anywhere. When they all fly out at this moment, they will immediately be astounding.

However, except for the cultivator in the late stage of alchemy, everyone else has dull eyes. Although their cultivation base is strong, their actions are a little stiff, like puppets.

When they approached Meng Hao in an instant, the eight of them shot at the same time, and the magic weapons and spells were directly transformed into colorful ones, and even covered by flying swords and vases. It was about to approach Meng Haoshi. Meng Hao frowned. The art of blood collapse and flash was running in the bottom of his heart in an instant, and his body seemed to disappear in an instant. When he appeared, he was already outside the crowd.

This is not teleportation, but the speed is extremely astonishing in a short distance.

The roar reverberated, at the moment Meng Hao disappeared, where he was before. Having been bombarded by these eight people together, a beam of light rose directly from the ground, and the position of this beam of light was exactly where Meng Hao was before.

Meng Hao's expression darkened. These people wanted to kill, and he was very sure that he had never seen these people before today.

"Motu, has it gotten to this level of chaos?" Meng Hao frowned, at this moment. The eight people also noticed Meng Hao's disappearance and turned around abruptly. Qi Qi looked at Meng Hao, and the cultivator in the late stage of alchemy snorted coldly, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

"There are quite a lot of spells in the mid-stage of alchemy, but since you have met me, you can be my puppet obediently. With you as a puppet, I can protect myself in Motu even more." A little more." The cultivator in the late stage of alchemy raised his right hand and waved, and immediately the other seven people around him came straight to Meng Hao with numbness.

Meng Hao's right eye flickered several times in an instant,

Part of the cultivation base in his body merged into his right eye, and the world in front of him suddenly changed. Under the Immortal Eye Technique, Meng Hao immediately saw that there were a lot of silk threads wrapped around the bodies of the seven alchemy cultivators rushing forward. And all these silk threads are in the hands of the monk in the late stage of alchemy at the rear.

It was as if everyone else had become puppets, manipulated by him like puppets.

Seeing these people approaching quickly, Meng Hao raised his right hand and scratched his fingertips. When the blood flowed out, he pointed forward with a coldness. With this finger, the world immediately turned bloody, and the roaring sound shook the sky for a moment. A strong blood energy spread instantly, turned into a shock, and went straight to the seven monks approaching in front.

Amidst the loud rumbling noise, the blood was like a dragon, shaking nothingness. The seven monks spurted out blood, and when they staggered backwards, at the moment when the expressions of the monks changed in the late stage of alchemy, Meng Hao took a step forward. Xue Beng appeared, and in a flash, he appeared next to the cultivator in the late stage of alchemy. Without any hesitation or pity, Meng Hao pressed the blood finger of his right hand on the cultivator's forehead.

As soon as the finger fell, blood flowed into the cultivator's body in an instant, causing his whole body to tremble, his veins swelled up, his eyes were bloodshot, his body trembled a few times, and then collapsed and exploded with a bang.

Meng Hao flicked his sleeves, and no flesh and blood fell on him. He killed a late-stage alchemy cultivator in a smooth and clean manner. Following the death of this late-stage alchemy monk, the other seven people around him also trembled. The seven orifices bleed, and one after another dies.

Meng Hao frowned, and put away the storage bags of these people. This battle was a bit inexplicable.

"It seems that everyone in Motu is in danger at this moment. If there is someone who is alone and feels that he is strong enough, then he doesn't need any reason. All he needs is the death of the other party, which can become the nutrient for himself to grow stronger." Meng Hao With a sway, he left here and galloped in the direction of Saint Syracuse.

"I hope that the Hanxue family in Shengxuecheng will not change too much. Otherwise, because only they can refine the Xuehan silkworm, my plan will fail." Meng Hao really felt the chaos in Motu, and moved forward. faster.

A few days later, in a mountainous area, the roaring sound echoed. Meng Hao's eyes showed murderous intent. Around him, more than a dozen monks came with a fight. After burning incense, when Meng Hao left, the monks in this area were completely dead.

The reason why these people were killed was that a few days ago, when Meng Hao took out the elixir and swallowed it to restore his cultivation of galloping all the way, a monk saw that scene, which aroused the greed of these nearby monks.

Time passed slowly, half a month passed in the blink of an eye, Meng Hao was walking alone, and he encountered various crises. Afterwards, he took the head and used magic to make it float behind, killing all the way, killing people all the way.

In the end, as the number of human heads increased, dozens of heads floated behind him. Some of these heads had withered, and some still had a little blood dripping down.

This method finally frightened a lot of young people, and made Meng Hao's place much quieter, and few people came to provoke him.

Even the thoughtful monks gave up their thoughts after seeing the misery of those heads.

A few days later, Meng Hao left from Dongluo City. It has been a month now. He almost crossed Motu, and he saw the chaos along the way. It was the madness of monks without order. After the palace's army and the Nine Leagues fought one after another, the flames of war were unleashed.

This kind of chaos is a more voluntary law of the jungle. There is no need to cover up or worry about it. Only the strong can survive, and the weak must serve the strong.

Nine Leagues and Nine Cities, in this month, only four remained. The others were either destroyed, surrendered to the Motu Palace, or chose to relocate and seek refuge. It's hard to fight.

Even yesterday, Meng Hao heard about the siege of the Holy Snow City by the Motu Palace, which made Meng Hao's heart sink.

"I hope Holy Snow City will be fine." Meng Hao shook his head, and moved faster. According to his judgment, at his own speed, he could approach the range of Holy Snow City in two more days.

As we were moving forward, dusk gradually fell, and the ground was no longer completely dark, but a faint white appeared. It was not white soil, but snow.

The surrounding temperature has also dropped a lot, and there is a cold air, and the breath exhaled when breathing can also be clearly seen, a vast expanse of whiteness.

Even the wind blowing gradually became biting, especially at dusk, when Meng Hao saw snow.

He hadn't seen snow for a long time, and the last time in his memory seemed to be Zhao Guo, in the snowstorm, talking with a Wen Sheng in the carriage.

As the snowflakes fell, Meng Hao walked in the sky. He didn't try to stop the snowflakes from falling on his body, but let the snowflakes melt on his cheeks, feeling the icy cold inside and the coldness of the snow.

Not long after, Meng Hao's eyes flashed suddenly, and he looked at the ground. On the snow-white ground, there was a forest. There were no leaves in the forest, and the withered branches were now covered with thick snow.

Meng Hao withdrew his gaze and was about to leave when suddenly his expression changed and his body landed on the ground. Instead of flying, he walked in the snow in a green shirt and walked into the forest.

In the depths of the jungle, at this moment, there are two monks, covered in blood and pale, protecting a woman behind them. This woman looks young, dressed in white, and has an extremely beautiful face, but now she is a bit embarrassed, her face is pale, and she is even more miserable . In her hand, she held a silkworm like ice crystals. This silkworm was spinning silk, and the silk turned into light, covering about three people, but looking at the silkworm, it was also sluggish, as if it was about to die.

Surrounding them, surrounded by more than a hundred wolves emitting black aura, the eyes of these wolves are red. Behind the wolves, there stood a Western Desert cultivator with a totem on his body, looking greedily at the wolves. A woman in white.

"You despicable cultivators from the Western Desert, aren't you afraid of my Hanxue Clan's Spirit Slayer Patriarch!" The two monks protecting the woman in white, a man and a woman, said sharply at this moment.

"Let's not talk about whether the patriarch of the Hanxue family is still alive, even if he is alive, today's Saint Snow City is the battlefield that he needs to pay more attention to. As for this place... it is just a member of the Hanxue family. That's all, life and death, who cares." The monk Ximo said lightly, his voice a little hoarse.

While speaking, he waved his right hand, and immediately the more than one hundred black wolves rushed out, heading straight for the silk light curtain. When the roaring sound continued to be heard, the eyes of this Western Desert cultivator showed a hint of greed.

"Hanxue family, you who changed your blood to snow, do you really think that Ximo will forget you?" The monk from Ximo smiled and stared at the woman in white——

Send it at the third watch, brothers and sisters, in the last ten days of this month, let's clear the warehouse, ask for a monthly pass to clear the warehouse! ! (to be continued...) ()