I Shall Seal the Heavens

Han Xueshan opened her eyes wide, and a strong brilliance flashed in her phoenix eyes. Worshiping the strong is one of the laws of heaven and earth. Meng Hao already has a figure in Han Xueshan's heart, and he has experienced all these scenes At this moment, this figure is extremely strong.

Especially, from her point of view, it seemed that Meng Hao made the move this time because of herself.

Thinking of this, Han Xueshan's face turned reddish, and when she looked at Xian Meng Hao, her eyes were obviously different.

The four elders of Frost Snow City took a deep breath at this moment. Seeing Luo Chong, who was a noble and Motu Daoist, who was almost begging, they felt that Meng Hao was unfathomable.

This kind of unfathomable is completely different from their sense of Zhou Dekun. It seems...Meng Hao is even more terrifying here!

In particular, they saw Meng Hao's alchemy with their own eyes, saw Meng Hao catalyze the thorns to wake him up, and at this moment saw Mo Tu Daozi's trembling and fear, which made them pay more attention to Meng Hao than ever before.

"I don't know I'm here, so that's all. It's just this one time. It's not an example." Meng Hao said lightly, and glanced at Motu Daozi. Hearing this, Luo Chong felt as if he had been reborn from death, and his body suddenly relaxed. , the heart was excited, the body trembled and bowed to Meng Hao again and again.

He was wronged in his heart, but when he saw Meng Hao understood, the grievance immediately turned into gratitude, but the poison was caused by the other party, and he should have hated it. All these thoughts turned into complicated, which made Luo Chong feel deeply in his heart. I swear, in this life...never meet each other again.

If he knows that the person in front of him is Fang Mu, then he can be sure that his vow at this moment will be doubled...

"The Western Desert cultivator next to you is good. I will lend it to you after I study for a few days." Meng Hao said casually. This was the main purpose of his walking out. His eyes swept away and landed on the Western Desert cultivator whose totem was a flying sword.

This Western Desert cultivator was a young man, his face changed suddenly when he heard the words, but he hadn't waited for him to back away. Luo Chong turned his head abruptly. Meng Hao's words were his will, and he would fulfill them without hesitation.

"Grab him!" When Luo Chong gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, the other monks around him hesitated for a moment, and immediately shot. No matter how that Western Desert cultivator struggled and howled, he was grabbed by more than a dozen people around him in just a few breaths.

The young man trembled, and fear appeared in his eyes.

"It's your blessing that Lord Demon Lord values ​​you, and you still dare to struggle!" Luo Chong's eyes revealed a ruthless look. He took a hard look at this Western Desert monk, he didn't care that his actions would arouse the hatred and resentment of those Western Desert monks in the distance. For him, at this moment, pleasing Meng Hao is the most important thing.

"My lord, why do you need to borrow this right? I hope you will accept it." Luo Chong said, motioning to the monks behind him. Immediately, several people held the young man from the Western Desert hesitantly. , after approaching the thorn, threw the young man with a sad and angry face out, and hurried back.

After finishing all this, Luo Chong saw Meng Hao showing a satisfied expression, and after turning back to the city with the sad, angry and desperate young man in his arms, he was really relieved, and hastily cupped his fists. Turning around and galloping at the fastest speed, the more than two thousand monks who followed him also quickly flew up at this moment, surrounding him, a group of people. And the old man wearing a silver mask, whose face was extremely ugly under the mask at the moment, went away directly.

"Motu Palace, give me Ximo a satisfactory explanation." Just as the group of them was about to leave, on the ground, one of the two Nascent Soul elders in Ximo spoke lightly, his voice not angry but majestic, spread across the sky.

But just as the words of the old man in Ximo Yuanying came out, and Luo Chong and his party were about to leave in mid-air, suddenly, a cold snort came from the whole sky, and the sound of the cold snort was earth-shattering in an instant. There was a buzzing sound, causing the earth to vibrate loudly, cracks appeared in an instant, and even cracks in the space were forcibly torn open in midair.

It's like this world, unable to bear the cold snort, almost collapsed!

At the moment when the cold snort came out, the face of the old man in Ximo who had spoken before changed drastically, and he stepped back a few steps. Qi stopped, and Luo Chong's eyes narrowed even more, and his breathing became short of breath.

On the ground, all the ferocious beasts trembled at this moment, wailing, lying on the ground, and in the sky, all the ferocious beasts flying in the sky trembled and did not dare to move.

Thousands of monks on the ground were humming in their minds, and their minds were filled with the cold humming sound, making them seem to have lost all ability to think at this moment.

The color of the sky changed, and the earth roared!

In the direction of Holy Snow City, countless sharp thorns directly shattered and shattered at this moment, and there were bursts of sharp hissing and screaming. It collapsed directly, and the five-pointed stars that rose in midair were all shattered.

Although the protective formation of the entire city had been broken once, it has been barely repaired now, but in this cold snort, it was shattered again amidst the roar, and this time the shattering was directly turned into fly ash .

In the entire city, countless houses suddenly collapsed, and all the monks on the city wall changed their complexions and spurted out blood. Among them, there were more than a hundred foundation-building monks. Their bodies collapsed and exploded at this moment .

If it wasn't for the big change in the faces of the four elders who guarded the family members together, I am afraid that their family would suffer more casualties. The unstoppable price would be that the four Nascent Soul monks all spurted blood, especially the old woman. He had been injured before, but under the relapse at this moment, his cultivation directly dropped, his body was sluggish, and he became too old all of a sudden.

Meng Hao's complexion changed, and he stepped back again and again, but he still spurted out four or five mouthfuls of blood. When he raised his head suddenly, he saw a sun coming from the sky at this moment!

It was a black sun. In the daytime, in the sky where there was a scorching sun in another direction, a round of black sun suddenly approached. If you look carefully, it is not the sun, it is a black-robed monk!

He looks about forty years old, but the feeling of vicissitudes is too much beyond the surface. There is a layer of black light outside his body, which absorbs and swallows all the light around him. Therefore, when he comes, It gives the illusion of a black sun.

A powerful indescribable coercion descended on the heaven and earth following his arrival.

Behind the black-robed monk followed a young man with a respectful expression and fanaticism in his eyes, it was... Han Xuezong!

"Slaying Spirit!!" Meng Hao's breathing was rapid, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

It's not just him, everyone in the city is at this moment, their minds are roaring.

"Greetings to Patriarch Zhanling!" Luo Chong looked excited, and immediately knelt down in mid-air, and all the monks around him were shocked and worshiped together.

On the ground, thousands of monks from Motu Palace also knelt down and worshiped without hesitation.

"Meet the Patriarch Zhanling!"

The expressions of the Ximo monks changed one by one, but they didn't go to worship, they just bowed their heads. The two Ximo Nascent Soul monks took a deep breath and bowed their heads slightly to see each other.

Meng Hao's heart sank. He looked at the black-clothed middle-aged man in the sky, and understood that this war was no longer a temptation, but a spirit-killing cultivator who could decide everything.

"There are still more than two months before the cold snow silkworm can be sacrificed..." Meng Hao frowned, sighed secretly, and took out the wishful seal from the storage bag.

"Forget it, since I can't get the cold snow silkworm, I can only think of other ways to overcome the catastrophe." Meng Hao felt regretful in his heart, but with the arrival of the spirit-killing cultivator here, everything was already doomed.

"If the mastiff wakes up, if my cultivation base reaches Yuanying..." Meng Hao glanced at the black-clothed monk in the sky, and sighed again in his heart. He knew that even if he reached Yuanying, he would not be able to stand in front of Zhanling. Still like ants.

"Zhan Ling... I realized the Tao, and I cut myself three times..." The Spirit Slashing Realm is a legendary realm that can be encountered but not sought after. In the entire land, there can be many alchemy formations, and there are many Nascent Souls. As far as Meng Hao knows, monks in the realm of killing spirits are also extremely rare in the huge southern region, and they are often the Dao Yun of a large sect.

Thinking of killing spirits, Meng Hao couldn't help but think of the backer ancestor.

As the black-clothed monk came from mid-air, the entire Holy Snow City fell silent, and despair appeared in everyone's heart, whether it was the Hanxue family or other monks, at this moment, they all gave up their resistance together.

Han Xue's eyes showed relief, followed behind the black-clothed monk, and glanced at the Han Xue family members in the city, showing a cold and ruthless look.

But that black-clothed monk was standing in the sky about a thousand feet away from Cold Snow City. His footsteps suddenly stopped, his eyes were deep, and he looked down on all living beings with a sense of supremacy, like the majesty of heaven.

Standing there, he seems to be integrated with the whole world, regardless of each other, and seems to be separated from the world, condensing his own way, making it difficult to erase the will of heaven.

Everything around him seems to be centered on his will at this moment, because he has already slashed his spirit, and he slashed his first knife. You can see the clues.

"Fellow Daoist Hanxue, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. You are still dying. Why don't you let the old man take you all the way?" The black-clothed monk swept his eyes across the city, and no monk could be placed in his eyes. It is the underground of this city, in an underground palace, on a five-cornered altar, a figure with a dry body, almost wreckage, like a mummy sitting cross-legged.

"Are you still sleeping? It's useless to test me many times, that's all, this farce should be over." The monk in black smiled dumbly, and raised his right hand when shaking his head.

The whole land collapsed, and a tiankeng appeared directly on the ground and under the city!

At this moment, suddenly, Meng Hao heard the voice of the vicissitudes of the past.

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