I Shall Seal the Heavens

"Give me the thorn seeds!" Meng Hao suddenly opened his eyes.

A strange light flashed in his eyes, as if time had settled in his eyes, and gradually turned into an indescribable force, as if he could stay in the other person's heart forever just by looking at him, and all spells are difficult to erase.

Han Xueshan's heart was shocked. She had seen this kind of gaze once when the patriarch Zhanling of the family woke up. It was the eyes of the ancestor Zhanling, which contained the same depth, as if there were years in the eyes. Just looking at you can make thousands of years pass through you.

In this mental shock, Han Xueshan seemed to have lost the strength to resist, and subconsciously handed the thorn seed in her hand, which was a sacred object to their family, to Meng Hao.

The moment this seed fell into Meng Hao's hands, Meng Hao took a deep breath, and the cultivation in his body suddenly began to function. In an instant, golden light radiated out, catalyzing the secret method, the secret method of time, and finally the secret method of Silong. These three secret methods were in Meng Hao's The whole body unfolds.

Catalyzing all plants and trees, condensing the power of time, Silong, all beasts in the world, and the three major secret arts, are condensed in Meng Hao at this moment. With his cultivation base running, the thorn seeds in his hands will immediately become full, and they will no longer be dry. Instead, new shoots sprouted instantly, green grass grew, and the speed was so fast that it would wrap around Meng Hao's right hand in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Meng Hao no longer had golden light emitting from his body, but there was a strong aura of grass and trees rising from his body. This aura directly attracted the attention of the Western Desert monks who were attacking from all around. After arriving at Meng Hao's place, even if these people didn't know the reason, their inner intuition immediately shocked them, and they rushed straight to Meng Hao's place.

Around Meng Hao. Only Han Xueshan, the others had dispersed long ago, and the city was about to be destroyed at this moment, even the four elders in mid-air showed despair.

They didn't expect it. Three months later, Motu Palace and Ximo launched the first wave of official attacks, and Sheng Xuecheng was unable to resist.

Han Xueshan smiled bitterly, she was powerless to resist, at the moment those seven or eight Western Desert monks. The figure turned into a rainbow, and rushed straight to Meng Hao in a whistling manner, within an instant of less than ten feet.

And Meng Hao sat there cross-legged, holding the thorn seeds in his hand, the green grass filled his right hand, and even spread continuously. has climbed into his body.

Ten feet, eight feet, five feet!

At the moment when these seven or eight Western Desert monks approached Meng Hao's five feet, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a deep and bright light, and at the same time, he raised his right hand and pressed it towards the ground.

With this press, the blades of grass outside Meng Hao's body burrowed into the ground in an instant, at this moment. A shocking roar suddenly came out, and a sharp thorn more than one foot long,

Strangely, it pierced through the ground of the city wall in front of Meng Hao. The speed was indescribable at all. It passed through a Western Desert cultivator without the slightest possibility of dodging.

Immediately afterwards, sharp thorns rose up all around Meng Hao, and in the blink of an eye, shrill screams rose up all around Meng Hao. The seven or eight Western Desert monks, all five feet away from Meng Hao's body, were directly pierced by the sharp thorns that penetrated from the ground, and they were lifted up high.

What is even more astonishing is that the thorn pierced through the back of the monk. Unexpectedly, the weird wriggling, as if absorbing the blood and cultivation of the monks, the bodies of the seven or eight Western Desert monks withered visible to the naked eye, as if the screams that could not be uttered by humans, spread in all directions, causing all the monks around to scream one after another. Horrified.

"What is this?" Everyone around was breathing heavily, but before they could react, suddenly, a large number of thorns appeared on the withered bodies of the seven or eight Western Desert monks around Meng Hao. !

These thorns exploded in an instant, shooting towards the surroundings, some fell on the ground, and after disappearing immediately, they reappeared suddenly in the nearby area. Often when they appeared, they directly pierced into the bodies of nearby monks.

Some even landed on the monks during the lasing, and the screams almost came out, and immediately these monks withered all over, and more sharp thorns burst out in an instant.

With Meng Hao as the center, the walls of the surrounding earth roared, and sharp thorns appeared instantly, and as they continued to spread, they caused an indescribable commotion. Whether it was the monks of the Holy Snow City or the people of the Motu Palace, these sharp thorns seemed to Regardless of enemy or friend, they penetrate and absorb the vitality of flesh and blood one by one, and grow again. In just a few breaths, Meng Hao's surroundings are thousands of feet wide, and suddenly become a world of thorns.

The scene here directly affected the war here. A large number of Motu monks retreated in horror, but even if they retreated, these sharp thorns still pierced through. Soon, the entire city had become The world of sharp thorns, the thorns are woven together, the appearance is ferocious, the color is red, and it spreads outside the city.

In the city at this moment, all the monks of the Holy Snow City were pale and did not dare to move. They looked at the countless sharp thorns around them, and looked outside the city, those monks and beasts from the Motu Palace fell down in groups , behind them running, the earth sharp thorn roared up.

Even the sky is not safe, those sharp thorns can fly very high, and all life flying in the sky is within their attack.

Looking around, the entire land seemed to be covered by these sharp thorns. The monks in Motu and Ximo were shocked. Only a few hundred people could escape. These hundreds of people were outside, each with a shocked and helpless expression confidence.

At this moment, the Four Great Elders in mid-air and the Nascent Soul cultivator in Motu Ximo were unable to fight any more, and they dispersed separately, constantly blocking the sharp thorns roaring from all around.

In the entire battlefield, at this moment, almost all eyes were focused on Meng Hao, because in front of Meng Hao, there was an incomparably hideous and huge sharp thorn rising into the sky. It is covered with small thorns, which are extremely ferocious and more conspicuous.

As for Meng Hao's location, the only place where there are no sharp thorns, such as the root of all sharp thorns, as Meng Hao slowly stood up, there were countless inhalation sounds from all around.

Meng Hao's right hand was entangled with a large number of grass blades, and every blade of grass was covered with thorns. If Meng Hao hadn't released the sharp thorns from the ground, no one would believe it right now.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, he didn't expect this thorn seed to be so amazing, but Meng Hao couldn't solve the situation where there was no distinction between the enemy and the friend. This thing needed Meng Hao's catalysis at the moment of growth, but after absorbing the flesh and vitality of the monk, he could not control it except for a vague connection with Meng Hao.

"Master Meng..." Not far away, a monk from Saint Syracuse had his right leg pierced by a sharp thorn. As soon as he opened his mouth at this moment, another sharp thorn came over in an instant, but fortunately he shut up immediately, the sharp thorn stopped an inch outside his eyebrows, swayed like a snake, and then retracted.

There was instant silence all around. Whether it is Ximo or Motu, all the monks here who were pierced by sharp thorns hid their severe pain one by one, and did not dare to shout out the slightest.

Even the Nascent Soul cultivators in mid-air paused and their complexions changed. They dare not fly, dare not speak, because tens of thousands of sharp thorns are floating around them at this moment, it seems that as long as they make another move, these sharp thorns will penetrate in an instant.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

city ​​wall. Outside the city, it was hard to tell how many ferocious beasts and monks were pierced by sharp thorns. They all looked pale and looked at Meng Hao with unprecedented fear.

The hundreds of people who escaped from life and death in the distance were also terrified. They all looked at Meng Hao. This war, at this moment, was seen by everyone. Has become a person who can decide everything.

This person is Meng Hao.

But Meng Hao knew that it was not up to him to make the decision, because these sharp thorns did not obey his command at all...

Meng Hao was silent. The surroundings were even more silent, and the hearts of those monks who were pierced by the sharp thorns trembled, and despair gradually appeared in their eyes.

At this moment, suddenly, in Meng Hao's ear, came a voice that outsiders could not hear but only he could hear. This voice was old and extremely weak, as if it could dissipate and die at any time.

"Destroying the thorns can destroy all existence below the Zhanling. Once it takes root, it cannot be moved, and it only lives for one month... No matter how you wake it up, you tighten your mind now, take out a drop of blood that contains your consciousness, and blend it into your body. The thorns around him are on the main pole.

Remember...a drop of blood contains consciousness, and you can give it an order. The weak voice in Meng Hao's ear seemed to come from nothingness, but the moment Meng Hao heard it, he suddenly thought of the voice that came from the ground when Zhou Dekun was captured three months ago.

exactly the same.

In the silence, Meng Hao's eyes flashed. According to the method the other party said, the brows gradually split open, and a drop of blood appeared. This drop of blood contained Meng Hao's cultivation and his consciousness. At that moment, Meng Hao felt a wave of weakness. He understood that he must not give out more than five drops of this kind of blood!

Once it exceeds five drops, it will be too much loss for yourself.

While pondering, Meng Hao gritted his teeth. Although this blood is precious, it is for the cold snowworm... Meng Hao's eyes flashed brightly, and the blood instantly flew out and merged into the main thorn pole beside him.

Without any hindrance, after directly merging into it, the main pole of thorns immediately shook the whole body.

At the same time, for all the monks who were injured and pierced by accident in Saint Syracuse, their wounds healed immediately, and the sharp thorns disappeared, and seemed to stay in their bodies, becoming the nutrient for their recovery.

As the sharp thorns dissipated, outside the city, those monks from Motu Palace and Ximo immediately uttered screams one by one, their bodies withered instantly, and at the same time, there was a roaring sound echoing, That was the sound of a monk who was about to die, blew himself up.

Amidst the roar, Meng Hao's mind seemed to be divided into countless parts in an instant, as if he himself had become the main pole of the thorns, and every sharp thorn that came out contained his own consciousness.

One thought can kill everyone.

But at the same time, his spiritual consciousness was also depleting at a terrifying speed, which meant that Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness was second only to Nascent Soul, and surpassed the monks in the same realm by a lot. Otherwise, his spiritual consciousness would be exhausted in such an instant.

At this moment, suddenly, in Meng Hao's consciousness, someone whispered in a place outside the city that was pierced by seven or eight sharp thorns.

"Is it Master Meng?"

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