I Shall Seal the Heavens

The moment Meng Hao's voice came out, his mind immediately roared, his body trembled violently, and the nothingness around him immediately distorted. In this distortion, the earth began to crack, the situation changed, and an invisible vortex suddenly appeared around Meng Hao. It suddenly appeared and rumbled, creating a huge hurricane.

The illusory whip was whipped into the whirlpool hurricane and was immediately bounced up. Under the hurricane, all the sand on the ground trembled and floated up. Amidst the strong wind, Patriarch Huyan's complexion changed completely, and his body was out of control. Kick backwards to exit.

His eyes showed unprecedented horror and shock, and his mind was buzzing at the moment.

"Impossible, this technique of his only has seven lives, how could there be...an eighth life!!"

While Patriarch Huyan was horrified, Meng Hao's whole body seemed to be twisted, and waves of severe pain instantly overwhelmed him like a tide. He did not expect that opening his eighth life would actually... hurt so much!

His whole body felt like it was being torn apart, and in the tearing, he felt wave after wave of powerful power, rising at an indescribable speed within his body.

The eight Nascent Souls in his body overlapped at this moment, and under the continuous fusion, they gradually burst out with terrifying cultivation levels that surpassed the seventh life.

In the past, the seventh life, the cultivation level that Meng Hao could display was sixty-four copies of the power of Nascent Soul, which was already the limit and could not be increased even a little bit. But now, with just the initial integration, this limit immediately collapsed. Shattered.

Sixty-five copies, sixty-six copies... In the blink of an eye, Meng Hao possessed seventy copies of the majestic cultivation of Nascent Soul Dzogchen in his body, and it was still getting stronger, giving him a powerful feeling. It exudes an almost terrifying aura. On his body. As his cultivation and physical body continued to grow stronger, he exploded.

The sky and the earth around him were twisting, the wind and clouds were changing, and the hurricane outside Meng Hao's body could be seen from all directions. This hurricane seemed to connect the sky and the earth, and in the continuous roar, it exploded with stronger momentum.

Meng Hao's body trembled. Even the seven orifices began to overflow with blood, making his expression a bit ferocious, and with his hair scattered, he delicately felt that the cultivation level in his body, in just these few breaths, had directly increased to ninety-three parts of the power of the Nascent Soul. .

Still climbing!

With each additional portion, Meng Hao's whole body would roar, and the pressure he would bear would increase, as would the momentum he could display. It is even more amazing, at the same time. His longevity is consumed even more quickly.

But none of this can replace the powerful madness that arises as his cultivation level rises. This kind of madness will generate a strong self-confidence. Under this self-confidence, Meng Hao raised his head and raised his head to the sky. roared.

Roar! !

His voice seemed to spread all the severe pain in his body throughout the entire Demon Immortal Sect at this moment. His body was always trembling. His cultivation level, at this moment, directly changed from the ninety-three points just now. Nascent Soul Dzogchen has climbed to ninety-nine parts!

Meng Hao's hair suddenly changed color, no longer black, but gray. His face seemed to be no longer young, but filled with vicissitudes of life. His body was still slender. But his whole temperament completely changed at this moment.

Ninety-nine, one hundred! !

A hundred copies of Nascent Soul's Dzogchen cultivation suddenly erupted at this moment, and Meng Hao's roar was earth-shaking. His hair was getting longer and longer, now reaching his waist, and the storm around him became more and more intense. , causing Meng Hao's body to float slowly in this hurricane.

Lightning and thunder appeared all around, and the roar came and surrounded the surroundings, turning the hurricane into a thunderstorm, shaking the sky and the earth!

This scene made Patriarch Huyan breathe quickly and open his eyes wide, with a strong sense of disbelief, and his whole mind was roaring.

"How could this happen...he...he..."

While Patriarch Huyan was horrified, Meng Hao's body once again made a loud noise, and his cultivation level increased again! !

One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three...until it reaches one hundred and fifteen! !

Meng Hao's hair had reached his knees. His roars became more and more earth-shattering. The storm around him continued to spread, reaching a height of about a hundred feet. It was at this time that the repulsion from this world suddenly appeared. .

The void around Meng Hao continued to shatter, and an increasingly terrifying aura suddenly rose up on him, like a sleeping ancient ferocious beast that woke up at this moment!

One hundred and sixteen, one hundred and seventeen... In the blink of an eye, when one hundred and twenty-eight copies of the Nascent Soul's Dzogchen cultivation appeared on Meng Hao's body, his roar was a soul-killing roar.

His aura is that of a spirit-slayer!

All the aura around him belongs to Soul Slayer! !

The storm reached three hundred feet, and the thunder turned into thunder pools in all directions. Meng Hao's hair was as long as his height, and his gray hair was swaying in the wind. His face was full of vicissitudes, and his eyes were suddenly focused, as if The power to destroy life and death circulates in his eyes.

Just looking at Meng Hao, Patriarch Huyan's mind suddenly roared, as if he was hit by a strong force. His whole body trembled violently. When he took a few steps back, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a hint of fear rose in his expression. fear.

"You..." Ancestor Huyan's body trembled and he lost his voice.

"It's not over yet." Meng Hao closed his eyes and felt the terrifying cultivation level of the 128 Nascent Souls in his body. This has surpassed the ultimate of the Nascent Soul. This is... the power of killing souls! !

With the qualitative changes caused by quantity, with enough Nascent Soul cultivation, and the accumulation of life and death, he stepped into the world that before this, once belonged to the soul-slaying world alone.

But it is true that as Meng Hao said, his eighth life is not over yet. At this moment, his cultivation level has increased dramatically, and his body is also leaping towards a kind of physical soul-slaying at an astonishing speed.

Slaying spirits with the physical body was the realm of ancient monks. In today's world of cultivation, few people can temper the physical body to the level of slaying spirits. It can even be said that it is simply impossible because it is too difficult.

Even here, Meng Hao has reached this legendary state through various coincidences. At this moment, his body seems to be normal, but in fact, every trace of flesh and blood in his body is being torn apart, and every inch of his bones are being torn apart. In Shattering, every meridian is collapsing.

However, no matter how much it was torn, shattered, or collapsed, Meng Hao's body would not have any problems. Instead, during the tearing, shattering, and collapse, his body seemed to be reorganized, making his energy and blood shocking! !

In just a few breaths, the thumping heartbeat roared in all directions like thunder. Patriarch Huyan seemed to stop breathing. He looked at Meng Hao, and it seemed that Meng Hao's face could not be seen in his eyes at this moment. What he saw , is a group of rich, earth-shattering Qi and blood that seems to be able to fight against the laws of heaven and earth! !

The blood is overwhelming! !

Meng Hao was like this at the moment. Every beat of his heart caused the storm around him to stop, the void around him to tremble, and the foreign world to tremble.

Until his physical body, with the astonishing energy and blood, broke through an invisible barrier and completely entered the spirit-slaying realm, Meng Hao's spirit-slaying aura surged into the sky!

Meng Hao took a deep breath and found that the world in front of him was different.

He saw countless dust flying between the sky and the earth, he heard the murmurs from this world, like countless dead souls, and he felt an unspeakable sadness in the entire Demon Immortal Sect.

Most importantly...he heard...breathing.

The sound of sleeping breathing came faintly from the depths of the earth. It seemed that there was a huge thing in the underground, sleeping, and the sound of breathing echoed in all directions.

All this was said slowly, but in fact, it had only been a short period of time since Meng Hao opened his eighth life. In this moment, he felt everything.

One hundred and twenty-eight copies of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection allowed Meng Hao to step into the world of spirit-slaying in terms of cultivation!

The body tempered by endless creation allowed Meng Hao to activate his eighth life. At this moment, his body became the legendary... fleshly sanctification. This saint, in Meng Hao's body, is a metaphor for slaying spirits!

"I am not a spirit slayer, but I already have the power to slay spirits." Meng Hao murmured softly. At this moment, even if he had fused with the blood mastiff before, he was far inferior to what he is now.

"Now, I want to try to see how strong... I am now!" Meng Hao lowered his head, his eyes flashed brightly. The moment he looked at Patriarch Huyan, there was a buzz in Patriarch Huyan's mind. Hao disappeared.

Ancestor Huyan's scalp was numb, his soul was gone, and he quickly retreated. When he waved his right hand, the whip soul roared and twitched in all directions. But in the next breath, Meng Hao seemed to have squeezed into the reflection of Ancestor Huyan's pupils and appeared in front of him.

He raised his left hand and grabbed the whip. The whip howled, but he couldn't break free.

"You are too weak." When Meng Hao spoke calmly, he raised his right hand, moved forward gently, and tapped it on Patriarch Huyan's eyebrows.

Ancestor Huyan's whole body roared, and his body suddenly flew up, approaching the direction of the restricted area, but before he could fall, his head collapsed first, and his flesh and blood were blurred in an instant, followed by his chest, then his limbs, and finally his body. .

Everything, at this moment, fell apart with a single click under Meng Hao's eighth life. Before the shrill scream could even be heard, Patriarch Huyan's physical body completely collapsed.

His soul escaped, almost translucent, and a big hole was exposed between his eyebrows. The breath of life was flowing out uncontrollably, making him weak rapidly. Death was only time. He would die in less than ten breaths!

He was horrified with indescribable fear and despair, and let out a shrill scream. Knowing that it was useless, he still retreated to escape.

But at this moment, in the restricted area, a beautiful-looking jade hand suddenly appeared. This small hand seemed to be boneless, with jade-like skin, and it stretched out lightly...

He pinched Patriarch Huyan’s soul.

"My cultivation level has been damaged. This person's soul gave it to me to make elixirs. What do you think?" A woman who was completely different from what Meng Hao had seen before walked out of the restricted area with Zhixiang's voice. come out.

Smiling like a flower, charming, stunningly beautiful, and unparalleled in elegance, she... is the real enchantress Zhixiang! (To be continued...) ()