I Shall Seal the Heavens

Almost at the moment when these ferocious figures appeared, the mastiff beside Meng Hao let out a low growl, and its body rushed out, turning into an afterimage, and circled Meng Hao at an extremely fast speed for an instant.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the savages who were close to Meng Hao fell backwards one after another.

But their death, not only didn't frighten the savages behind them, but seemed to arouse ferocity. They pounced on again, and the mastiff showed fierce flames, guarding Meng Hao's surroundings, constantly rushing out to block the approaching people, as if it was there, and no one would be allowed to hurt Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's body trembled, and he kept his eyes open. He heard the mastiff's charge, and faintly saw the seemingly endless sea of ​​people around him, but he couldn't do anything.

Time passed slowly, and blood continued to flow down the mountain. The madness of the mastiff made Meng Hao's surroundings more than ten feet into a forbidden zone. The deaths of countless savages seemed to turn this mountain into a mountain of blood.

One day, two days... the mastiff didn't rest at all, the savages at the bottom of the mountain kept coming, and even on the second day, there appeared a savage in armor who was comparable to the formation of alchemy.

The bloody battle continued, and the sound of dogs roaring and screaming continued to appear in the fifth formation until late at night on the second day. At the cost of its own injury, the mastiff forcibly killed three Jiedan savages, which made the place quiet, and those savages retreated one after another, making this place suddenly silent.

Meng Hao stared blankly at the mastiff beside him. One of its legs was broken, and it was exhausted. For two days, it didn't rest at all, and it didn't swallow any pills. It was fighting to the death to prevent anyone from hurting Meng Hao. Even in these two days, under its madness, no figure could walk ten feet around Meng Hao.

But now, it was exhausted, lying beside Meng Hao, panting heavily, and licking Meng Hao's hand, as if it wanted Meng Hao to raise his hand and touch his head.

The surroundings are very quiet, there is only one person and one dog on the top of the mountain, one is not moving, the other is lying down, guarding like eternity.

Meng Hao looked at the mastiff, a kind of deep warmth that he had never felt in his heart slowly spread. This is just a puppy, a blood god without much wisdom, but it...it never leaves his side, even in the current situation, but it still does not leave, but guards his side.

Even if it is injured, even if it is exhausted, even if it continues to fight like this, there will always be a moment of death.

But it still guarded Meng Hao's side until early in the morning, until the roar at the foot of the mountain broke the calm, and four auras comparable to alchemy rushed out, accompanied by a large number of wildlings roaring towards the mountain.

It... looked back at Meng Hao, stretched out its tongue and licked Meng Hao's hand. When it turned around, it made a ferocious growl, and rushed out suddenly.

Meng Hao lay there, unable to move. He could only watch the mastiff rush out. He couldn't even turn his head. All he could see was half the world, and he couldn't see the bottom of the mountain.

However, the hissing and shrill screams in his ears lasted a whole day. Meng Hao didn't know how fierce the outside world was, but he could clearly feel that no one around him could step within ten feet all day.

It wasn't until night that the surroundings became quiet again. This time, it took a full incense stick of time before the mastiff slowly returned to Meng Hao's side, lying there, its back was broken, and even walking was a bit difficult. Its leg had been cut off again, and even the sharp teeth that had just erupted for a long time were now broken.

Its breath becomes weaker and weaker,

The hair was scattered and the blood was flowing. It lay there, stretched out its tongue to lick Meng Hao, and neighed slightly, as if calling Meng Hao, as if telling something.

It seemed that it spent the whole day of killing and exhausting just for this moment, to be by Meng Hao's side, to make Meng Hao raise his hand and touch his head, because in the bottom of his heart, Meng Hao... was his relative, fought with it, grew up with it, fed it and took the elixir, and looked at him with encouragement and gentleness in his eyes.

All of this, let it have a simple consciousness, trust, dependence, and protection for Meng Hao.

On the fourth day, Meng Hao's body trembled with the reverberation of the roaring sound. He heard the mastiff's mournful roar. He wanted to struggle to stand up, but he couldn't do it.

On the fourth day, there was still no sign of him, and he could walk ten feet around Meng Hao, but at night, when the surroundings were quiet, it took half an hour for the mastiff to slowly crawl back to Meng Hao's side.

Meng Hao couldn't see that behind the mastiff, there was a trail of blood that followed it crawling, its teeth had been crushed, its back had collapsed, beside Meng Hao, its huge head was lying there, licking Meng Hao's palm, neighing weakly, continuing yesterday's narration.

Meng Hao's eyes were already red. He couldn't see the mastiff's appearance, but he could feel the other party's breath becoming weaker and weaker. Now he seemed to be a mortal, and he knew very well that without the protection of the mastiff, he would have died on the first day.

But the price for his own immortality is that it gets weaker and weaker, until one day, it may no longer be able to crawl back to Meng Hao's side...

Meng Hao kept his eyes open, looking at the runes on the stone tablet. He wanted to understand, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see the slightest insight from the runes, as if... The runes are the runes, and he is him. There is no connection between the two.

Until, on the fifth day...

On this day, the howling that came into Meng Hao's ears was stronger than anything before. Someone even stepped within ten feet of Meng Hao, but they couldn't get close. They were immediately torn apart by the mastiff as if reckless. The blood fell on Meng Hao's body, and he heard the mastiff's extremely shrill roar.

At night, it took a full two hours to return to Meng Hao's side. It didn't touch Meng Hao, but just lay there, because it couldn't open its mouth, blood kept spilling out, and its vitality was already extremely fragile, but it seemed to be supported by an obsession, making it struggle to be vigilant around and...to protect Meng Hao even now.

"Let's go!" Meng Hao spoke with difficulty. The severe pain in his body made him unable to move. Even speaking, it was only at this moment that he could barely speak.

"Leave... from here... you... go!" Meng Hao couldn't see the mastiff and could only look at the dark sky.

The mastiff raised its head, looked at Meng Hao, and then at the Guangmen. It seemed to understand Meng Hao's words, and barked.

"I'll let you go!" Meng Hao breathed heavily, as if he had exhausted all his strength in these words.

The mastiff trembled, with sadness in its eyes, it climbed up and came to Meng Hao's side, licking Meng Hao's face, but... it didn't leave, but didn't care about Meng Hao's words, and crawled beside him.

Meng Hao's heart was throbbing, his eyes were bloodshot, looking at the runes on the stele, he seemed to see something vaguely, but he couldn't grasp it. When the morning of the sixth day came, the sound of shaking and roaring came from the bottom of the mountain, and the mastiff beside Meng Hao struggled to stand up.

But at the moment it rushed out, Meng Hao's hand tremblingly raised slowly, his eyes flashed strangely, his hand slowly clenched into a fist, and his body stood up at this moment!

The moment he got up, Meng Hao raised his head to the sky and let out a low growl that had been suppressed for six days. His eyes revealed a terrifying murderous intent. At this moment, his body flew up rapidly, and went straight to the side. As soon as he flew out, he immediately saw a big man holding a huge stick.

Meng Hao's face was full of hostility, and at this moment he raised his right hand, and the thunder mist blasted out, heading straight for the big man. During the roar, the thunder mist exploded in front of the big man, and with a bang, it set off an impact, causing the big man who was cultivating the foundation to immediately back up, and many wild people around him all backed away.

Meng Hao stepped forward and stood in front of the mastiff. His eyes were red. He raised his right hand and waved it. Immediately hundreds of flying swords whizzed out. The two wooden swords formed a rain of swords around Meng Hao. As they spun rapidly, with Meng Hao's low shout, the flying swords all collapsed and exploded. Countless fragments swept across and screamed.

But at this moment, there were eight auras from the foot of the mountain rising up into the sky, it was the aura of eight alchemy knots, and they walked straight to the top of the mountain.

Meng Hao was silent, did not look at the eight figures, but looked down at the dying mastiff, knelt down, and stroked the broken body of the mastiff with his right hand. The mastiff looked at Meng Hao with weak eyes, opened its mouth and tried to stick out its tongue to touch Meng Hao's palm, but it couldn't.

Meng Hao raised his head slowly and looked at the runes on the stone tablet. The figures around him were already approaching, but Meng Hao ignored them. He looked at the stone tablet. At this moment, he thought of the six days, the mastiff fighting to his death. He thought of the cheerful puppy following his feet in the fourth formation. It was an ugly puppy with a trembling body, but he stuck out his tongue and licked his palm, he sighed softly.

"I should have realized it a long time ago, so the talisman has similarities with the eighth taboo of sealing monsters." Meng Hao said softly. When he raised his right hand, he swiped lightly in mid-air. There was no trace of the rune, but with the swiping of his right hand, a rune gradually appeared in Meng Hao's heart. The appearance of this rune was exactly the same as the one on the stone tablet.

The moment the rune was formed, Meng Hao's hand pressed on the mastiff's back.

The moment his hand touched the mastiff, a bloody light suddenly appeared from the mastiff's body. This bloody light was piercingly cold, and at the moment of appearance, it formed a ring and spread towards the surroundings instantly.

As the spread spread, those eight savages who were comparable to alchemy were still in mid-air, but they were instantly frozen. Not only them, but as the blood light spread, the entire mountain, all the savages, and this piece of world became a blood-colored world in an instant.

The whole world remained motionless, only Meng Hao crouched there, watching the mastiff silently.

In this fifth formation, the runes on the stone tablet are only partly understood. The most important thing is that this rune needs the blood god to activate, and the condition for activation... is that the inheritor and the blood god have reached a certain degree of intimacy.

After a long time, Meng Hao stood up. He hugged the mastiff and walked towards the top of the mountain. The exit of the fifth formation appeared at this moment. Around him was the whole blood-sealed world.

Meng Hao didn't know how others got through this test, but he understood that the purpose of this period was to strengthen the relationship between the inheritor and the blood god. He didn't know what was going on between others and the blood god, but he already understood at this moment that from the moment the mastiff came back for several days and wanted to lick his palm even if he was extremely exhausted, this dog... had become a part of Meng Hao's life.

"Inheritance is not important to me here. I don't care about inheritance. I want to take you out. This is my promise to you, Meng Hao!"