I Shall Seal the Heavens

Meng Hao looked proud as he followed the terracotta warriors to the top of the mountain. On the top of the mountain, he saw a huge stone wall with a half-moon carved on it.

The moment he saw the half-moon, Meng Hao's eyes shrank, and the shadow of the half-moon naturally appeared in his mind.

This stone wall could not be taken away or branded. It seemed that one could only look at it, and it would be engraved in his heart with just one glance, but Meng Hao realized that he seemed to only remember it for nine days.

After nine days, the image of the half-moon would disappear and could not be recalled.

"Is this the Dark Moon... Need to see all nine mountains within nine days?" Meng Hao smiled. This was difficult for others, but it was very simple for him.

"It is indeed my blessed land." Meng Hao sighed and patted the terracotta warriors. Immediately, the terracotta warriors ran straight down the mountain and went to the second mountain.

Jiu Ming Mountain, since the first generation of the ancestors created it in his later years, has never been like this. As Meng Hao moved forward, everything that could be looted was put into the storage bag.

All obstacles and beasts were crushed in front of him...

Even the guardians of the mountaintops were frightened after seeing the terracotta warriors, and dared not show up, allowing Meng Hao to pass the second mountain and the third mountain...

Meng Hao didn't remember how many inheritances and magics he had obtained, and he didn't have time to sort them out. He immediately collected everything that could be put into the storage bag.

"A blessed land!"

"These may be exchanged for a lot of good things in the family after going out." Meng Hao became more and more excited. Here, he felt a sense of getting rich for the first time.

This feeling made him excited, and he rushed through the fourth mountain and the fifth mountain.

All the half-moon murals on the stone wall on the top of the mountain were imprinted in Meng Hao's mind, becoming clearer and clearer. Faintly, there seemed to be a strong pressure, following the imprint in his mind. Spread out of his body.

Time passed day by day, and after three days. Meng Hao came to the eighth mountain.

At this moment, near the top of the mountain, there was an old man in black, who was trembling with fear. He held a jade slip in his hand. In the past three days, he observed the jade slip from time to time and clearly saw the light spot representing Meng Hao appear near Jiuming Mountain where he was.

When he realized that Meng Hao chose the first mountain,

he breathed a sigh of relief. There was still a sneer in his heart, thinking that the other party might not dare to go to the mountain where he was, and wanted to avoid it. He was also thinking whether he should go back to find him.

But soon, this idea was completely shattered. Because he was shocked to see that the other party actually only took a few hours to... directly break through the first mountain.

Then, in three days, he watched the other party break through the first mountain and come to the eighth mountain where he was. This scene made his scalp explode and his head buzz constantly. In fear, he wished he could break through this mountain immediately and escape quickly.

He didn't know how the other party got there, which was not important, because no matter what method he used, once he met the other party here, he would definitely die.

"What should I do, what should I do..." When the old man in black saw the jade slip. Meng Hao's light spot appeared on his eighth mountain, and approached him at a terrifying speed. The old man's breathing became rapid and panicked.

In just a few hours, he saw... Meng Hao, who was roaring and rushing from the bottom of the mountain, and... the terracotta warriors under Meng Hao. There was also the terrifying aura from the terracotta warriors that made him speechless.

"The aura of the Supreme Quasi Dao!!"

"This... this..." The old man suddenly understood everything at this moment, especially because he found this statue very familiar. When he suddenly remembered the origin of this statue, his legs softened, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his whole body.

He breathed rapidly, and his mind was full of thoughts. After a breath, when Meng Hao and the terracotta warriors arrived, the old man took a deep breath, his expression suddenly became very serious, and he bowed deeply to Meng Hao with his fists clasped.

"I am Fang Daohong, and I am here to greet Master Hao!"

"Master, you must be surprised to see me here. It was the despicable Fang Xiushan who made a promise to me and asked me to come here to kill you, but Fang Xiushan didn't know that. I am upright and have always admired Master Fang Xiufeng. How could I help that villain Fang Xiushan!"

"So, I promised Fang Xiushan, but my real purpose is to protect you, Master Hao... That, when you were a child, I held you in my arms..." The old man spoke quickly.

At the moment when the old man's words came out, the terracotta warrior had already stepped forward and appeared in front of the old man. The ten-foot-tall body was not huge, but there was a certain sense of oppression, especially the quasi-Dao aura from the terracotta warrior, which made the old man tremble, swallow his saliva, and force a smile, making himself as harmless as possible.

Meng Hao sat on the terracotta warrior and looked down at the old man.

"Did you hold me when I was a child?" Meng Hao asked calmly.

"Yes, yes, Master Hao, I really held you in my arms. You were very cute when you were a child, and you looked very beautiful..." The old man nodded quickly. He rarely said flattering words, but he spoke at this moment.

Meng Hao looked thoughtful, glanced at the old man, and nodded.

"Okay, in this case, you will first drop your cultivation to the fairyland, and I will leave the restrictions. From now on, you will listen to my arrangements." As soon as Meng Hao's words came out, the old man was shocked, but before he could refuse, the aura of the terracotta warriors was like a mountain, pressing on him. The feeling of life and death crisis made the old man pale and sweat.

He cursed Fang Xiushan crazily in his heart. His hatred for Fang Xiushan had reached an indescribable level, and he even felt bitter and deeply regretful.

Especially when he saw the cold light in Meng Hao's eyes, his heart trembled. He was silent for a moment, sighed, raised his right hand without hesitation, and dropped it directly towards his chest.

When the blood spurted out, the meridians in his body were constantly broken, and he fell from the extinguishing of a lamp to reach the peak of the fairyland.

Meng Hao was unmoved. Now that there were soldiers and warriors here, this person would be like this. If Meng Hao was not protected by soldiers and warriors here, then this old man must have a cold face and would not hesitate to kill him.

Meng Hao would not show the slightest mercy to his enemies, so he was merciful by not directly taking the old man's life.

Seeing the old man's decline in cultivation, Meng Hao raised his right hand and unfolded the Sixth Demon Seal. Immediately, black and white auras appeared around his right hand. Surrounded by these two auras, Meng Hao's face was also reflected. Black and white are uncertain, and it gives people an even weirder feeling.

The old man's scalp felt numb when he saw it, and the black and white aura made him feel frightened again.

"Master Hao...this...what kind of restriction is this?" The old man hesitated and asked carefully.

"It's a forbidden discipline that I accidentally learned in the first few days. I'm still getting familiar with it, but don't worry, I'm certain this time. The lower your cultivation level, the greater the chance of success." Meng Hao looked at it. He glanced at the old man. As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's expression changed.

"You just learned it in the first few days? Are you still familiar with it? Are you sure this time?" The old man sweated more on his forehead. He felt strongly that the strangeness of the black and white energy seemed to suck his soul in, and even he had I have a premonition that if the other party fails to restrain, then I will most likely die miserably.

Seeing that Meng Hao was about to point his finger at him, the old man immediately raised his hand and shouted.

"Wait..." he said, taking a few steps back. At the same time, the soldier's right hand suddenly raised, and the sword in his hand showed murderous intent, causing the old man's footsteps to stop immediately.

He looked pale, gritted his teeth, and struck his chest with his right hand continuously, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, seriously injuring himself. After his cultivation fell to the fairyland, comparable to the realm of Dao, he put down his hand, looked pale, and looked at him with a wry smile. Meng Hao.

This fierce force made Meng Hao take another look at the old man, and immediately pointed with his right hand. Suddenly, the black and white energy flew out instantly and penetrated directly into the old man's body. The moment it penetrated, the old man's body trembled violently and let out a shrill scream. screamed, and at the same time, gray runes continued to appear on his body. These runes seemed to grow from the body and swim under the skin.

Meng Hao stared at the old man. This time he had used a different method to perform the Sixth Forbidden. If it still failed, he would try another method.

As time passed, the old man's screams became weaker and weaker. After a stick of incense, the old man's body suddenly stiffened. The runes all over his body disappeared, except for a new rune appearing between his eyebrows. Bang. With a sound, the rune flew out of the old man's eyebrows and merged into Meng Hao's body in an instant.

At this moment, Meng Hao felt a surge of warmth in his body, and then, a little man appeared in his mind. This little man looked like the old man Fang Daohong.

"It's done?" Meng Hao was also stunned. He had tried many times, but this was the first time he succeeded.

Fang Daohong was also stunned for a moment, and quickly got up. The pain that had made him unbearable now all disappeared. He blinked and moved his body, but he didn't feel anything different from before.

"Sir, you...did you succeed?" He asked with some uncertainty.

Meng Hao frowned and looked at the villain in his mind. He thought about it and imagined that he had slapped the other person. As soon as this thought occurred, Fang Daohong immediately screamed, as if he was swept across by an invisible slap, and sprayed directly. He was bleeding, and when he got up, he looked horrified and looked around fiercely.

Meng Hao's eyes lit up, imagining that the other party was struck by lightning.

There was no sound, but Fang Daohong screamed again. He felt like he was struck by an invisible thunderbolt.

Meng Hao's eyes brightened even more, and he imagined being burned by fire, flooded, trampled on, and pressed down by a huge mountain...

Fang Daohong screamed, his hair was burnt, his body was wet, and his whole body was bruised. In the end, he was lying on the ground as if being pressed by a mountain. All these things made him look at Meng Hao with fear. He knew many similar things. There has never been a restriction, so terrifying and incredible.

He felt like... he was going to be played to death by the other party.

"Is this the sixth taboo... the taboo on life and death, complete control!" Meng Hao took a deep breath, with a smile on his face.

This smile made Fang Daohong shiver, and he felt extremely aggrieved. Thinking of his grievance, he hated Fang Xiushan with all his heart!

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