I Shall Seal the Heavens

Walking on the Southern Star, Meng Hao looked at the scenes that were familiar yet unfamiliar. This was his hometown in his heart, the place where he grew up and practiced. It carried his laughter, his ideals, and his vigor. Even here, there is still the atmosphere of his wedding with Xu Qing.

The wind and rain had passed long ago, and the rainbow had emerged. In the light of the rainbow in the early morning, Meng Hao walked through various places in the Eastern Land. He came to the mountains of the Immortal Ancient Dojo. The dangers that had once existed here were now visible to Meng Hao. There is no point in going.

He walked through the mountains, walked through the sky, entered the world of the ancient immortal dojo, and saw the deep pit. Here, he thought a lot.

Scenes from that year came to mind. At that time, he was being chased by everyone while holding a copper lamp. During the few days and nights here, he experienced a baptism.

It was also at that time that he truly entered the ninth mountain and sea.

Standing outside the big pit at this moment, Meng Hao sighed. As time goes by, the mountain is still the same mountain, and the grass and trees are still the same, but those grass and trees are no longer the same life as before. They look the same, but in fact, they are green in memory.

After a long time, Meng Hao left.

From the East to the North, and from the North to the Tianhe Sea. Walking on the Tianhe Sea, Meng Hao looked at the big waves. He thought of many things, such as his backing ancestor, the tenth ancestor of the Wang family, and the flowers on the other side.

Until Meng Hao crossed the Tianhe Sea and came to the Western Desert, the land of the Western Desert was still submerged in the purple sea water and did not dissipate. The purple sea was calm, without life, only death.

Walking on the purple sea, Meng Hao looked around and walked away step by step.

He arrived at the place where the Crow God Department used to be. There, Meng Hao sank under the Purple Sea and saw the mountains, the valleys, and everything that had ever existed.

When he walked out of the bottom of the sea, Meng Hao told himself that he would leave traces of his life on the Southern Star. With everything in mind, Meng Hao walked towards the Purple Sea and arrived at the mountain range of Duannan Mountain.

Looking at the endless mountains, it looks like a city wall. The city gate that blocks the Purple Sea, here...is Motu.

Mo Tu was different from what Meng Hao remembered. It was more prosperous, with many monks coming and going from the Southern Territory. It has led to the prosperity here, and it seems that the Southern Territory has accepted the cultivation of Motu.

Both the tribes in the Western Desert and the strength of Motu itself have cultivated and recuperated in these years and become stronger and stronger.

In this land of black soil, there used to be many monks from the North. These people have lived here for generations. Meng Hao cut off their cultivation path back then. After a certain level, they started practicing regardless. Neither of them can be promoted, and their fate is doomed. They can only atone for the invasion of the Northland here.

The Wushen Tribe has become the number one force in Motu. The tribe is huge, there are many clansmen, and there are even more sects and forces that rely on their existence.

When Meng Hao walked into Motu, he saw statues one after another, some large and some small. Every force will enshrine a statue.

And the one engraved on this statue...is none other than Meng Hao!

The largest statue even had a large number of spiritual stones placed in it, and the sun shone in a flash. Colorful, erected on the highest mountain of the Black God Department in this ink.

It has become a symbol of Motu and the spiritual sustenance of Motu monks.

Every once in a while, the entire Crow God tribe will surround the statue and worship the statue like an ancestor, and today. It is the day to worship the statue.

At this moment, when Meng Hao was standing on top of the largest statue, below him, around the mountain peak, there were tens of thousands of people from the Crow God Tribe who were worshiping the statue.

No one could notice Meng Hao's appearance, as if they and Meng Hao were no longer in the same world.

"Wu Shenbu, pay homage to the Holy Ancestor!" Among the tens of thousands of people, there were more than a dozen old men, dressed in rich clothes, standing at the front of the statue, with fanaticism in their eyes, and shouted as they raised their hands.

As they chanted, tens of thousands of tribesmen around them all knelt down and worshiped. The sound was like sound waves, echoing in all directions. Every tribesman's eyes showed fanaticism. They looked at the statue, as if the statue had a will and issued an order. They can do whatever it takes to execute.

Meng Hao's statue has replaced the totem and become the symbol of the Motu monks.

Meng Hao was watching this scene in mid-air, listening to the voices of the people below. He faintly noticed that there seemed to be some traces of incense on the statue that was worshiped by everyone. The traces were very faint and faintly visible.

"Worsen tribe, worship the fifth ancestor, worship the third ancestor!" When the dozen or so old men shouted again, everyone below worshiped again. Meng Hao looked strange. He had already seen this statue of the Crow God tribe. On it, in addition to himself, there is a parrot, and even the bells on the parrot's ankles are carved out.

This worship, like worshiping ancestors, lasted for a long time.

Meng Hao sighed softly and was about to leave. Suddenly, he let out a soft sigh, his eyes revealed a gleam of light, and he stood there, looking upward.

I saw that under the worship of tens of thousands of monks, each of them, in this enthusiasm, exuded the power of incense, condensed on the statue, forming an invisible impact, rushing towards the sky, making the sky A vortex appeared.

This whirlpool could not be seen by the monks below, but in Meng Hao's eyes, there was nowhere to hide it.

As the vortex rotated silently, a figure slowly appeared inside it. This was a young man wearing a black robe. His appearance... was actually very similar to Meng Hao.

Only behind his back were black wings. He flew out proudly and slowly fell down. When he stood on top of the statue, he sat cross-legged and took a deep breath. Suddenly, the incense all around him was directed toward him. came pouring in.

He couldn't see Meng Hao, but Meng Hao recognized the young man in black at a glance. He was the bat monster that had followed him for a while!

And this monster has now turned into a human form, and it looks very similar to himself. Here it steals incense sacrifices from all over the Motu.

Meng Hao looked at the bat monster coldly. At the same time, inside his storage bag, the mastiff vibrated and opened its eyes suddenly, revealing a trace of blood and an icy aura.

"Are you interested in it?" Meng Hao thought thoughtfully. He thought of the so-called spirit-reverse bat that was fused with a mastiff in the Wind Realm.

The young man in black with wings was meditating with his eyes closed, absorbing the incense coming from below, but suddenly, he trembled, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked around suspiciously, but found nothing, but in his heart , but there was always a thrilling feeling, as if some catastrophe was coming, which made him uneasy.

He roared subconsciously, and a ripple spread out from his body, spreading in all directions. As he approached Meng Hao, Meng Hao pointed with his right hand, and the ripple spread out from his body without changing at all.

The young man in black frowned. He used his magical power to check, but couldn't find any clues. He deliberately ignored it, but the sense of crisis was even stronger.

He was absorbing the incense here. For many years, he had never encountered such a thing. At this moment, he was alert. He simply gritted his teeth and flew up in an instant, and was about to leave. He would rather not absorb the incense this time than to be there. Suffering in crisis.

But just when he was about to fly out, Meng Hao's eyes flashed and he snorted coldly.

This cold snort was like coming to the real world in an illusion. It turned from weak to thunder in an instant. The roar directly changed the color of the sky and made the world roar. The young man in black let out a scream, and his whole body sprayed. With a large mouth of blood pouring out, his figure could not remain invisible to outsiders. When it was revealed in an instant, it was immediately seen by the tens of thousands of people from the Crow God tribe below.

Everyone was stunned, especially the dozen or so old men. After seeing the young man's face clearly, their expressions changed drastically, showing disbelief.

"Who!! Who attacked me!!" The young man in black spurted blood, his voice was shrill, and his heart was shocked. But what he heard before was not Meng Hao's cold snort, but thunder.

Otherwise, at this moment, he would be so frightened that he would lose the courage to speak.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

"It's the Holy Ancestor. Oh my god, the Holy Ancestor has appeared!!"

"Greetings to the Holy Ancestor!!" The tens of thousands of people from the Crow God tribe below trembled one by one, and then became endlessly enthusiastic. The dozen or so old men even took a breath.

"I am Meng Hao, the Saint Ancestor of this place. Whoever attacks me, get out of here immediately!" The young man in black suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled, and incense came from all around. After being absorbed by him, his There was a strong light on his body, and he looked like an immortal, with overwhelming momentum.

"Interesting, if you are Meng Hao, then...who am I?" Meng Hao said calmly, walking forward, his figure walked from nothingness into the world step by step, and walked into the eyes of everyone here.

When the monks from the Crow God Division saw Meng Hao, they were stunned again. Each of them looked blank and in disbelief. They looked at Meng Hao and then at the young man in black. For a moment, they didn't know which one was real and which one. is fake.

In fact, there was no need for them to distinguish. The moment the young man in black saw Meng Hao, his expression changed drastically, his eyes shrank, his breathing became rapid, his expression was horrified, and he screamed uncontrollably.

"Meng Hao...you...when did you come back!" As soon as the words came out, the black-clothed young man's scalp went numb. He suddenly realized that the thunder just now was not thunder at all, but Meng Hao's voice. Thinking of it, Here, the body of the young man in black trembled and he retreated violently. His whole body burst out at full speed and flew away.

Meng Hao looked calm as he watched the young man in black go away. He took a step forward and disappeared in an instant. When he appeared, he was already in front of the young man in black.

On the ground at this moment, the tens of thousands of members of the Crow God Tribe were trembling one by one. They were already sure that the second one to appear was their Holy Ancestor.

"Meet the Holy Ancestor!!"

"Wu Shenbu, pay homage to the Holy Ancestor!!"

The sound came out, the sky and the earth roared, and the entire Motu shook at this moment. (To be continued.) xh118R1052

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