I Shall Seal the Heavens

When Meng Hao woke up, he saw a figure from behind.

It was a beautiful figure, with graceful curves outlining the beautiful fragrant shoulders, and what went down was the depression at the waist and the roundness that suddenly flaunted.

Wearing a small flesh-colored shirt, Meng Hao almost ignored it when he first saw it.

The hair was shawl, and the beauty contained a breath of youth, which made Meng Hao feel that the gray sky seemed to have become more beautiful at this moment.

It's not that Meng Hao doesn't like to look at the beautiful figure, but as a monk, the first time he opened his eyes, what he paid attention to was not the beautiful figure, but the surrounding area where his spiritual consciousness was scattered. As before, no one moved.

Surrounded by ruins, you can recognize that this is still the Holy Snow City, but you can’t see the city, all you see are some broken fragments, but this place is very strange, there are some silver rays of light shining on the ground, forming a formation, It's just that at this moment, the formation seems to be still in the process of opening, not fully opened.

The surroundings are very quiet, only the bonfires surrounding the surroundings are burning and making crackling sounds.

Of the four elders of the Hanxue family, only two of them sat cross-legged not far away, and there were only more than a hundred monks around, each of them meditating with exhaustion.

Most of these people were members of the Hanxue family. As for the Motu monks, there were only a few dozen of them. Meng Hao remembered that when he looked at the ground before he fell into a coma, he saw more than 300 people.

The other two elders of the Hanxue family were concentrating on the formation, whispering something to each other, with a little anxiety on their faces, looking at the sky from time to time.

The first time Meng Hao woke up, the four Nascent Soul Elders immediately raised their heads and looked at Meng Hao. Their actions immediately attracted the attention of other monks around. . When all eyes fell on Meng Hao, the owner of that beautiful back, Han Xueshan, also woke up from meditation. When he turned around, he saw Meng Hao's eyes.

In Han Xueshan's eyes, there was a hint of surprise, which was even more strange. It was the gaze of a young girl Huaichun, and it was a kind of admiration for the strong.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, and when he sat up slowly, Han Xueshan walked over quickly and held Meng Hao's arm, even though Meng Hao felt that he was just a little bit out of strength at the moment. But his cultivation is still there, but seeing Han Xueshan's actions, he couldn't bear to refuse.

He could see the haggardness in Han Xueshan's expression, which included the destruction of the city and the decline of the family. There is also confusion about the future, helplessness about life, and worry about myself.

if not,

It was impossible that the moment Meng Hao woke up, only this worry disappeared while the others remained.

"Thank you, Master Meng, for your kindness to my Hanxue family. I will never forget it from generation to generation!" The elder stood up, walked in front of Meng Hao, took a deep look at Meng Hao, and cupped his fists in worship.

Beside him, the second elder, the old woman and the fourth elder. Each had injuries, but they all cupped their fists and bowed deeply to Meng Hao.

Not only them, but all the monks here, at this moment. They all got up and bowed to Meng Hao.

What happened before Meng Hao fell into a coma has been deeply imprinted in their hearts. Without Meng Hao, they would have died long ago. Without Meng Hao, this place would have already become a sea of ​​blood.

Meng Hao saved the Hanxue family and all their monks by himself.

This time, they worshiped sincerely!

Meng Hao nodded slightly. He didn't say anything. He should accept the worship from these people. Excessive words would appear hypocritical. At this moment, when his eyes swept over the crowd, Meng Hao spoke slowly.

"How many days have I been in a coma?"

"You have been in a coma for seven days." It was not the monks here who answered Meng Hao, but a vicissitudes of voice from behind him. The moment the voice came, the surrounding monks looked even more respectful.

Meng Hao was startled, and when he turned around, he saw an old man coming from the ruins behind him, bringing more than a dozen members of the Hanxue clan. Gao, but when he came, it was like setting off a storm, circling around.

"Senior..." Meng Hao recognized at a glance that this person was the sixth-generation patriarch of the Hanxue family, the spirit-slaying cultivator Hanxuebao. It's right to have fallen.

"I lost my kung fu, no longer forced breakthroughs, and no longer kept killing spirits. When you absorbed the inheritance, I sucked the vitality from the thorns, and in exchange for ten years of life.

Ten years from now, I will be gone. "The old man spoke lightly, as if he saw Meng Hao's doubts, and walked to Meng Hao's side. The members of the Hanxue family, including the four elders, all looked very respectful and concealed their sadness.

"You're fine." Han Xuebao sat in front of Meng Hao, staring intently at Meng Hao, with a kind smile on his old face.

"Those who can absorb all the six generations of my family's inheritance, looking at Nantian, you may be the only one in the realm of alchemy."

Meng Hao was grateful in his heart, and he also understood at this moment that the other party did not intend to take it away, and the previous fortune was indeed a great opportunity.

Just as she was about to speak, Han Xuebao shook her head, interrupted Meng Hao's words, looked at Meng Hao seriously, and spoke slowly.

"Join my Hanxue family, the old man is the master, and I promise Xueshan to you as a Taoist companion."

Meng Hao was taken aback for a moment, Han Xueshan's beautiful face blushed instantly, and she lowered her head, full of shyness.

"She is just one of your Taoist companions. Don't worry, this old man will not interfere with your emotional life. If you become a member of my Hanxue family, you are the ancestor of this generation!" Hanxue said in a deep voice, her eyes showing seriousness.

"I won't let you join in vain, the old man will give you three great blessings!"

"Although the old man has lost his kung fu and is no longer Zhanling, he still has a sense of consciousness. With me to help you, within five hundred years, I am 80% sure that you will be able to step into Zhanling! This is the first time this old man gave you. A good fortune!"

"My lineage of Hanxue has Da Silong's secret method, which surpasses what you have obtained before, and I also taught it to you. From now on, all beasts in the world will be dormant in front of you. This is the second good fortune!"

"Three, the Hanxue family is lonely now, but Dao Yun is still there. Now I can't stay here. I will go to the Southern Region later. The old man has an old relationship with Master Pill Ghost of the Ziyun Sect of the Southern Region in the early years, so the family will be relocated and merged into the Ziyun Sect." a peak.

You follow the old man from Motu to the southern region. With the old man's affection, you will definitely be able to exchange for the full cultivation of Master Pill Ghost. I heard that your alchemy is good. Accept you as a disciple. "

The cold snowstorm's voice reverberated and fell into Meng Hao's ears. Meng Hao was silent, but he smiled wryly in his heart. The conditions given by the other party were not attractive except for the enlightenment of the soul. It is not as good as the three major secret arts mastered by Meng Hao now, and for Meng Hao, the last disciple of the alchemy ghost master is not a matter of attraction, but even now that Meng Hao has left the Purple Fortune Sect, he still holds the alchemy The ghost master is regarded as his master.

Back then, the three buckles paid homage to the teacher, and that obeisance was a lifetime.

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