I Shall Seal the Heavens

The spear of the altar is nearly three feet tall. It is a long spear! !

Its name is Agrarian Tomb!

The Tomb of Demon Soldiers! !

Refined with the blood of three generations of demon sealers, countless monks and ancient demons were buried in a sea of ​​blood under this spear!

An ordinary spear is far less long than this spear. It is pale and looks like it is made of human bones. There are no patterns or runes on it, but there are some faint veins on it, which looks extremely weird. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test

An indescribable aura emitted from the spear, shaking the world, roaring in the whirlpool of the sky mist, and spreading out to the land of the Western Desert outside the whirlpool.

During the buzzing, the gun did not move, as if it could not leave the world of the whirlpool, but a pale light suddenly emitted from it, surpassing the lightning, as if teleporting, and directly landed in the world outside the whirlpool!

At this moment, the expression of the man in black robe completely changed. His body trembled violently, and a large number of faces emerged from his body, each of them showing unprecedented awe and fear.

Waves of screams spread throughout the sky.

The pale light came in an instant. The speed of this light cannot be described. It instantly penetrated the big black hand that was grabbing Meng Hao. At the moment of penetration, this majestic mist hand was like snow meeting fire, visible to the naked eye. It melted, and a large number of faces emerged from it. These faces were also screaming, with frightened expressions and unprecedented despair.

They were killed by this gun when they were alive, and after death they condensed their demonic thoughts. Still using this gun, they still have strong fear!

Anyone who dies under this gun will never enter the reincarnation, and will be imprisoned in this gun for life after life, which will become the most cruel punishment in life!

The roar echoed. The moment the big hand of mist was penetrated by the pale light, it collapsed and fell into pieces. The pale light appeared in front of Meng Hao in an instant.

Meng Hao's heart roared. He was in the moment before. His whole body was filled with the smell of alcohol, and there was only the last trace of Ta Ge Sword Qi left. It has been brewing in his body, that is his trump card, the trump card that surpasses the last time Qi Nan avoided life and death!

But before he could use it, a pale light appeared. The monster soldiers transformed into the deserted tomb, shaking the earth and roaring the world!

At this moment, when Meng Hao looked at the pale light in front of him, a strong calling, a feeling that seemed to be extremely intimate, instantly filled his mind. He is calling this gun, and this gun is calling him!

Meng Hao is very blessed,

When he raised his right hand, he grabbed this pale light. This light shone and instantly turned into a pale gun that seemed illusory but actually existed!

Holding the white barren tomb in his hand, Meng Hao's mind suddenly roared.

"No matter how many generations of demons you have been sealed, I am a demon soldier in the wasteland. I was refined with the blood of three generations of demons. I was sealed in the ancient world of demons and immortals. My consciousness fell into a deep sleep, which allowed the birth of demonic thoughts...

The demonic thoughts are also me. From the moment I was cast, I was determined to have nine masters in this life. From the first generation of demon seals to the ninth generation of demon seals, they are all my masters!

No matter how many generations you are, come to the ancient world of demons and immortals, I will wait for you here... There are three generations of demons who finally walked the ancient path and broke through the nine mountains and seas, but at the moment of breaking through, they were buried in the starry sky. His death...existence There are clues about a shocking secret, and his inheritance is also here... I can't hold on for long, you... must come! "

"At this moment, I can only send out this life consciousness, and then I will fall asleep again, retaining my consciousness, and wait for you and the demon sealing after you to arrive. Master Feng Yao, hold the intention of my life, recite the ancient scripture of sealing demon, and subdue this demonic thought. .

It will be your... thing to connect with me in the ancient world of demons and immortals! If you cannot come to the ancient world of demons and immortals in this life, you can pass this gun on until it is passed on to the ninth generation of demon sealers!

Before the death of the Third Generation Master, he once said... If the nine generations of Sealed Demons are not destroyed, then the peak will be the life of the Nine Mountains and Seas in exchange for the lineage of Sealed Demons changing their destiny against the will of heaven! "When the low, aged voice, with a hint of weakness, suddenly echoed in Meng Hao's mind, the ancient demon-sealing jade in Meng Hao's storage bag immediately vibrated, as if he felt the death of three generations of demon-sealing, exuding a sense of sadness.

After the sound gradually dissipated until it completely disappeared, Meng Hao slowly raised his head and murmured.

"I... am Jiudai."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly revealed a flash of light, looking at the man in black robe who was retreating quickly with a horrified expression.

"The ancient path, with the intention of enshrining the sky, brings great goodness to all the people in the mountains and rivers, and the nine mountains and seas need to be robbed..." Meng Hao spoke slowly. The moment his voice came out, the pale spear in his hand instantly emitted a pale light. , slowly raised it, pointing the tip of the spear directly at the man in black robe.

Meng Hao's voice exuded strange power every time. This power could not be felt or even heard by outsiders. But to the man in black robe or the patron ancestor, this sutra was like a magic spell!

The moment the man in black robe screamed, his body collapsed instantly, and a large amount of black energy dispersed.

He looked up to the sky and roared like a madman.

"Shut up, shut up, don't say it again!!" As he roared, the man in black robe's eyes were red, and he rushed towards Meng Hao crazily, trying to kill him, but at the last moment, he was only a hundred feet away, and the man in black robe immediately hit him. The screams were even more shrill, and the body dissipated faster.

He was so frightened that he swayed and ran straight away. At this moment, he no longer had the thought of killing Meng Hao. His only thought was to escape from here like his patron ancestor back then, and never see him again in this life. He didn’t even glance at Meng Hao.

"...My life is boundless!" Almost at the moment when the man in black robe was about to escape, Meng Hao finished reciting the first sentence of the Ancient Demon Sealing Scripture. The last half of the sentence was heard and he had already fled far away. The man in black robe was screaming even more horribly, revealing endless misery. His body continued to collapse with roars, becoming weaker and weaker. He could no longer escape. In his shock and despair, his body was uncontrollable. It was as if there was a huge suction force that he could not resist, emanating from the spear in Meng Hao's hand, causing the man in black robes to retreat involuntarily, being continuously pulled towards Meng Hao.

"All of your demon-sealing lineage deserve to die. Nine mountains and seas cannot tolerate it. Generation after generation will die!!" When the man in black robe screamed sadly, Meng Hao's eyes were cold and he slowly said what he knew, the second sentence of the ancient scripture of demon-sealing. .

"The ancient path, thinking about the ever-changing demon, walking on the non-immortal path, walking through nine mountains and seas..."

The black energy in the black robe's body instantly collapsed in a wider area. His screams spread, and his body uncontrollably rolled back faster. He was only a thousand feet away from Meng Hao.

Eight hundred feet, six hundred feet, five hundred feet...

The man in black robe screamed and roared, and when his body collapsed and reappeared, a large number of faces immediately appeared from his body. Each of these faces was ferocious and filled with fear. After appearing, they surrounded the man in black robe and pulled his body. , to escape from the scope of this suction.

"...My way is eternal, the common people are wrong but my way is true..." Meng Hao looked cold and spoke slowly.

The words spread all around, as if they possessed the voice of heaven, overwhelming the black-robed man. The faces outside his body screamed one by one, and instantly distorted, as if they were wiped away, and the black-robed man's body was pulled closer again.

Four hundred feet, three hundred feet...one hundred feet! !

The man in black robe was completely crazy. In a life-and-death crisis, he roared fiercely. As he roared, tens of thousands of monks from the Earth Eight Meridians Alliance trembled one by one. In an instant, there were more than a thousand people, and the totems on their bodies shone. In an instant, When all the vitality was sucked away and their bodies turned into mummies and withered, their totems suddenly flew out and turned into bloody faces, heading straight for the man in black robes.

Immediately afterwards, some of the monks from the Eight Meridians Alliance did this one after another. Bangs and bangs echoed, and screams came and went. Tens of thousands of monks, and in the blink of an eye, more than 10,000 people, all died tragically and became mummies.

Their vitality and life were sucked dry by their totems. When they flew out, they approached the man in black robe and surrounded him, becoming his resistance to the suction.

"Lord Holy Ancestor..." The remaining five Nascent Soul monks of the Eight Meridians Alliance all looked sad at this moment. They felt the totems on their bodies, which were absorbing their own lives. They saw a large number of deaths of their clansmen, only a few of them. In the time it took them to breathe, more than 10,000 clan members became mummies.

The sadness in his heart and the feeling of being killed by the Saint Ancestor of his own tribe caused the entire Eight Meridians Alliance to fundamentally collapse.

The other tribe monks around them saw what they saw after arriving here, which was beyond imagination. Especially the man in black robe was so powerful that it suffocated them, but such a powerful being was actually pushed to such an extent. , for a moment, all the tribes who came here were shocked by Meng Hao who had a demon spirit.

The roar echoed. Nearly 90% of the tens of thousands of monks in the Eight Meridians Alliance were dead at this moment. The totems transformed by a large number of tribesmen surrounded the black-robed man, making his body, for the first time, paused in the suction. Come down.

But just when the man in black robe breathed a sigh of relief and tried to escape through the suction force, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he spoke the last half of the second sentence of the Ancient Demon Sealing Scripture.

"...My life is boundless!"

Like thunder exploding in the black-robed man's life, it turned into his extremely miserable scream. All the faces outside his body collapsed, and his body was suddenly pulled over like a meteor.

One hundred feet, fifty feet, ten feet... Until that moment, in the desperate roar of the black-robed demon, his body touched the pale spear, and instantly his whole body turned into black mist and was sucked into the spear.

The color of this pale spear changed in an instant and turned directly into black. It was no longer an illusion, but almost real!

It is no longer a demon weapon, but a demon weapon!

Waves of seals, together with the power to obliterate consciousness, instantly erupted in the gun, directly erasing the consciousness of the man in black robes, leaving the demonic thoughts, without them, only the demonic thoughts!

Meng Hao waved the gun with his right hand, and immediately the surroundings roared, and a black wind roared, lifting Meng Hao's hair, and his green gown seemed to be dyed black in the black wind.

With the magic gun in hand, gusts of black wind rolled around the gun, turning it into black mist and spreading. Within the mist, tens of thousands, almost countless, painful faces appeared. Each of these faces had distorted expressions and roared in all directions. But for Meng Hao, there was an unprecedented awe.

Whoever holds this gun will control the countless innocent souls killed in the wilderness! ()