I Shall Seal the Heavens

The person who has the honor to become Meng Hao's number one thunder spirit is naturally the ancestor of the Li family. This ancestor of the Li family has already had a great degree of freedom. He is very comfortable in the blood fairy mask. As long as there is no thunderbolt, he will only have no skin. The cold tortured him and he was very happy.

He no longer looked forward to when the Li family members would come to save him, and was almost numb. The thing he enjoyed most every day at the moment was torturing Ji Nineteen.

For the ancestor of the Li family, using the pain he has endured multiple times on others is the greatest happiness in his life.

As for the person who ordered Meng Hao's second thunder spirit, it was naturally Ji Jiujiu, even though it was not of his own free will, and even though it was an honor that the ancestor of the Li family had begged for, and only helped Jijiu to get it...

As for the third thunder spirit, it was Patriarch Huyan who was pulled into the blood-colored mask at this moment. He was in such a state of embarrassment that he was about to disappear.

As soon as he saw Patriarch Huyan, the Patriarch of the Li family became excited. When he was excited, his body began to discharge... A lot of torture was naturally inevitable.

Meng Hao withdrew his consciousness from his body and stopped looking at the Wheel of Time, which was sacrificed by seven Nascent Souls in his Dantian. He stood in mid-air with the Blood Mastiff beside him, licking his wounds with ferocity in his eyes. It could sense Meng Hao The murderous intention has not disappeared, but has become stronger, which also leads to the killing of the blood mastiff itself.

Meng Hao glanced across the Zihai Sea. The clone that Patriarch Hu Yan had arrived had no storage bag, and all the magic weapons seemed to come out of thin air. He had not quite understood this before, but when he borrowed it from himself to cultivate his spiritual skills, Only then did I realize something.

Spirit-slaying experts may also use storage bags, but there are more. It is to carve out a space that belongs to one’s own soul. This is also the difference between mortal immortals.

But within Shidafang City. Meng Hao's destruction killed many Nascent Soul cultivators. There were many items in their storage bags, which also allowed Meng Hao to replenish some of his expenses since completing the Seventh Infant.

While he was pondering, the members of the Crow God Tribe on the Purple Sea gradually came from all around. Each one of them looked at Meng Hao with excited expressions. They could not see the battle just now from a distance, but they might have vaguely felt the thrill of this fighting.

"Ancestor Huyan's clone possesses several percent of his original body's cultivation level... But by comparison, it can be seen that his clone is different." Meng Hao pondered for a while. He smiled, no matter how much cultivation he had. It is impossible for him to back down just because the other party is strong.

"The other three spirit-slaying masters are somewhat interesting, and Patriarch Huyan just called them to take action, which also contains profound meanings. Each of these spirit-slaying masters are scheming and should not be underestimated." Meng Hao thought thoughtfully. He looked down at the people of the Wushen tribe below, and his eyes flashed.

"Let's... go back to Motu!" Meng Hao raised his right hand and waved.

Immediately, the entire Purple Sea roared, and a huge Purple Sea Giant stood up from the sea. The sea water fell and slapped with a roar. Then, the second and third Purple Sea Giant appeared one by one.

In the blink of an eye, there are seven purple sea giants standing on the purple sea. Each of these seven giants is thousands of feet in size. After appearing at this moment, their faces are blurred, but they can still be vaguely seen. That is Meng. Hao's face.

"Let's go!" Meng Hao sat cross-legged on the mastiff. The mastiff was flying in the sky, and the seven giants of the Purple Sea were running, setting off endless waves that accompanied the surroundings. They swept the people of the Wushen tribe and headed straight for Motu.

From a distance, it looked like a rolling purple sea, rumbling forward under Meng Hao's will.

Under this spread, gradually, endless ghosts slowly condensed on the purple sea. Until the purple sea approached the gate of Motu, there were hundreds of thousands of ghosts on the sea.

These ghosts floated, followed by the seven purple sea giants, and rushed towards the black earth as the purple sea rolled.

It was devastated all the way, and no force could stop it. The sea water was surging into the sky and the roar was constant. It had already alarmed Motu and shocked all the forces in Motu.

When the figures of the seven purple sea giants were seen by Motu Zhixiu from a distance, tens of thousands of monks had gathered on Momen. Each of them looked at the surging waves below as if facing a formidable enemy.

But the moment they looked, the roaring waves rolled up and hit the Momen directly. The loud noise was shocking. When the Momen shook violently, the surrounding mountains also trembled, and a large amount of gravel fell off. , everyone in Momen was immediately horrified.

At this moment, Meng Hao was in mid-air, sitting cross-legged on the Blood Mastiff. The Blood Mastiff roared towards him. As soon as it approached, dozens of monks immediately came to stop him.

But as soon as their figures appeared, the blood mastiff immediately looked up to the sky and roared. The spirit-slaying aura dispersed, and Fangcun Realm appeared directly. As the roar echoed, the dozens of Nascent Soul monks spurted out blood, and they all fell back, each with expressions on their faces. Horrified, disbelieving, and even more frightened to the extreme.

"Slaying spirits and monsters!!"

"This is...a soul-slaying beast!!"

At the same time as the dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators retreated, the mastiff flew directly through the gate of Motu with a roar and rushed into Motu. At the same time, in the waves, seven purple sea giants each jumped from the sea. He jumped up, and in an instant, he crossed the Mo Gate and stepped onto the land of Mo Tu.

"Those...what are those? Giants formed by the condensed purple sea!!"

"He actually...can actually control Zihai!!"

"This is impossible. How can anyone control Zihai? I know him. He was the totem ancestor of the Wushen tribe back then..."

The moment the seven Purple Sea Giants landed, the entire ground shook with a roar. While the Motu monks on the Momen were all shocked, Meng Hao's voice echoed in the air.

"I am the totem saint ancestor of the Wushen tribe. The Tiancong tribe wants to destroy my Wushen tribe. I came to Motu today just for the Tiancong tribe, and I only came to kill the entire Tiancong tribe!

The clone of Patriarch Huyan has been killed by Meng. Anyone from the Motu tribes blocks my way. The Purple Sea is ruthless and will spread to Motu! "When Meng Hao's voice came out, the purple sea outside the Mo Gate immediately erupted into roaring waves. At the same time, hundreds of thousands of ghosts roared in and rushed into the Mo soil.

Meng Hao's voice echoed, and the seven purple sea giants strode forward, causing the earth to roar, and hundreds of thousands of ghosts to roar, overwhelming the sky and the earth, all of this. It caused tens of thousands of people to gasp. At this moment. Not one of the tens of thousands of people in Momen made a move to stop him.

They... were simply unstoppable, whether it was the seven purple sea giants, the hundreds of thousands of ghosts, the soul-slaying beast, or the roaring purple sea outside the Mo Gate at the moment, these... were all far away Far from what they can shake.

especially. In Meng Hao's words, he mentioned that Patriarch Huyan's clone had been killed. This incident immediately turned into a roar, echoing in everyone's hearts, but more...but they didn't believe it.

But no matter what, they could not stop Meng Hao at this moment. These tens of thousands of people immediately informed their respective tribes about how to do it without any hesitation. It depends on the choice of each tribe.

But what shocked these people was when their messages were sent back to the tribe. Without exception, all the tribes in Motu immediately issued orders to strictly prohibit the tribesmen from participating in the dispute between the Jinwu tribe and the Tiancong tribe.

Along the way, Meng Hao did not encounter any obstacles. All the tribes in Motu avoided them, causing seven purple sea giants to rush past with huge strides.

Hundreds of thousands of ghosts roared across the sky, as well as Meng Hao's blood mastiff. Wherever they passed, the soul-slaying aura was undoubtedly revealed. On this day... Meng Hao's name completely shocked the entire Motu.

Almost as soon as Meng Hao stepped into the black soil, followed the directions of Wu Ling and others, and rushed to the area where the Wushen Tribe was, the war was still going on outside the Wushen Tribe.

The departure of the Black Dragon Tribe took away 30% of the original strength of the Black Dragon Tribe, causing the Black God Tribe's strength to drop significantly. The war has lasted for more than half a month.

It is still going on at this moment. The entire Wushen tribe, which now has more than 50,000 tribesmen, is almost all mobilized. A large number of demon groups are fighting. Da Mao and other totem ancestors are even more tireless and fall into madness.

The Tian Cong tribe mobilized nearly the entire clan, more than 100,000 monks, along with many demon groups and their totem ancestors. In this war between the two tribes, both sides suffered heavy casualties every day.

Originally, the Crow God Tribe was not an opponent, but the vines and thorns abided by the mission given to it by Meng Hao back then. They surrounded the Crow God Tribe and filled the air with thorns, blocking the murderous intentions of the Tian Cong Tribe again and again.

Blood filled the earth, and the war between the two tribes had already reached a fever pitch. The roaring sounds often echoed, and the sounds of fighting were earth-shattering.

The formations of the Jinguang Sect also became the reason why the Wushen Tribe could persist on this battlefield, and the actions of Parrot, Pijiang, and the Tianfang Beast were also bloody battles for the Tiancong Tribe.

The two sides had already become red-eyed. Amidst the roar, the demonic groups in mid-air were fighting crazily. However, as time passed, the situation became more and more dangerous for the Wushen tribe.

In the sky, there are more than a hundred Nascent Soul monks from the Tiancon tribe, forming a formidable pressure, and there are more than twenty Totem Saint Ancestors. Although they are not soul slayers, the fluctuations of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection are equally astonishing.

There were more ordinary people, and the demons roared, causing the situation to change.

After all, the Tiancong tribe is the majority, with profound knowledge, and almost the whole tribe is dispatched. The Wushen tribe cannot be an opponent at all. Now that it is shrinking continuously, it has completely retreated into the range of the thorns. All the demon groups, all The tribesmen were all deeply tired, but they did not despair.

In the tribe, there is a statue of Meng Hao. They surrounded the statue and called out the name of the Holy Ancestor. Under the leadership of the tribesmen who had experienced migration back then, they seemed to feel what the older generation of tribesmen in the story said about the migration from the west. A passionate journey from the northern desert.

But the situation of decline is still more and more apparent, and the guardianship of the thorns and vines is gradually about to collapse, but it... is still persisting.

Just like Da Mao and the Barbarian Giants, they persisted, not afraid of death, with madness, persistence, and the mission Meng Hao had for them when he left. Even if they fight to death, they will still protect the Crow God Tribe.

Da Mao's body was covered in blood and he was roaring horribly. The barbarian giant had lost one eye, but he was still fierce.

In the Tian Cong tribe, Zhang Wenzu looked down with cold eyes. He raised his right hand and waved his hand to grab a member of the Wushen tribe. After grabbing his neck, he squeezed hard and with a click, he pinched it in pieces.

"Taka Clan, Yunshan Clan, Jiujing Clan, you three tribes will attack from the right!"

"Feiyun Clan, Hongshan Clan, Penglai Clan, wait and charge in from the left!"

"This battle is almost over. The tribesmen from the main tribe of Tian Cong will... flatten this place from the front. The Golden Crow tribe, men, women, old and children, will leave no one behind!" Zhang Wenzu said calmly, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. He was the one who was fighting this battle. During the war, Tiancong was the proud man who presided over the battle. (To be continued...) ()