I Shall Seal the Heavens

The dark red rattan seemed to be infected with Meng Hao's anger at the moment. It swayed wildly there, twitching the void and making a buzzing sound. The dust on the ground was flying up, covering Meng Hao's figure like a mist.

The cyan long shirt seemed to be dark at the moment, and Meng Hao's long hair was windless and automatic. At this moment, his anger was already overwhelming, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes. This murderous intent was completely different from Meng Hao's usual emotions.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in Meng Hao's eyes. He saw Senior Sister Xu's helpless appearance, and saw that the miserable smile from before was still on her face. When he saw that simple smile blooming on that pale and beautiful face, this smile became the whole of Meng Hao's world at the moment.

Meng Hao likes Senior Sister Xu, that's the heart of a young man when he sees a beautiful woman, just liking, pure and simple liking, then the disbandment of the backer sect, the end of the world between each other, until the present meeting, all of these, looking back at this moment, seven or eight years, like a not long, nor short-lived dream.

Seven or eight years ago, although you were indifferent, you were a girl who accepted the beauty pill under the moonlight. Seven or eight years later, you are a pale woman, but still smiling.

Seven or eight years ago, I was a scholar who dropped a gourd on the Daqing Mountain and made a wish. You never know what kind of wish I made in that gourd.

Seven or eight years later, I am standing here, setting off a monstrous murderous intent, and the road behind me is filled with not many monks, but definitely a lot of skeletons.

Seven or eight years...

For ordinary people, seven or eight years, it may be a change in life, for monks, it may not be much, but all monks come from ordinary people, so in seven or eight years, Meng Hao is no longer the scholar of the past, but that memory will always exist. Still far from the age of forgetting.

Meng Hao looked at Senior Sister Xu, and smiled. There was tenderness in that smile, and the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, until his eyes lifted his head and looked at the pale and trembling man surnamed Zhao who had loosened his long gown.

Just a look, at this moment, felt by Zhao Shanhe. For example, Meng Hao's eyes turned into two sharp swords. At this moment, it directly penetrated my eyes. Blast into his mind, making his mind roar, these two sharp swords penetrated his flesh and blood, and ground his bones. It pierced into the meridians and landed directly on the only Dao platform in his body.

His Daotai was full of cracks, it was the Shattered Rock Daotai, but now, this Daotai was trembling violently, if it was about to collapse under this gaze, this scene made Zhao Shanhe almost lose his wits.

"This... this fellow daoist. Here is Zhao Shanhe, the core disciple of Qing Luozong's purple robe, fellow daoist..." Zhao Shanhe's tongue trembled. Although he was a dude, he was not stupid. When Meng Hao appeared and collapsed the pink light curtain,

He immediately knew that the person in front of him seemed to be in the early stage of foundation establishment, but his light curtain was a treasure that could only be blasted away in the late stage of foundation establishment.

He even saw the murderous intent in Meng Hao's eyes that chilled him. He had never felt such an obvious murderous intent in anyone before.

"Is your surname Zhao too? Meng just killed one named Zhao Binwu." When Meng Hao spoke indifferently, he walked towards Zhao Shanhe. As for Zhao Binwu's name, Meng Hao obtained a storage bag with an identity token inside, so he could naturally know it.

The first step fell, and Zhao Shanhe felt like stepping on his own heart, stepping on the gap between heartbeats, which turned into an indescribable discomfort, like a pain in the chest.

Even at this moment, Meng Hao's words also fell into Zhao Shanhe's ears, like thunder roaring, making Zhao Shanhe's body tremble violently, subconsciously about to retreat, but almost at the moment when he was about to retreat, Meng Hao's gaze swept away. This gaze seemed to possess indescribable pressure, which made Zhao Shanhe's mind roar again, and his body trembled and lost some strength to move. At this moment, the cultivation in his body seemed to tremble with him, as if facing Meng Hao, he could not rise at all. courage.

This is crushing!

Meng Hao's perfect dao platform, after releasing all of them, formed a crushing force that crushed all the foundations of the same number of dao towers!

This is the instinct of the perfect foundation building, because the perfect foundation building can compete with the sky for aura, so it can crush all the foundation building!

At the moment when Zhao Shanhe's body was trembling and his expression was horrified, Meng Hao took the second step. As soon as the second step fell, Zhao Shanhe's complexion was pale, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and unprecedented fear appeared in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist... have... something to say..." Zhao Shanhe was trembling all over, and as soon as he spoke, Meng Hao had already taken the third step, and the moment he stomped hard, Zhao Shanhe slammed in his heart, and blood spewed out directly.

This shattering directly ran through the entire platform, causing Zhao Shanhe's expression to turn bloodless, with despair in his eyes, and when he was trembling and about to struggle recklessly, Meng Hao's face was expressionless, but with murderous intent in his eyes, he took the fourth step.

At the moment when the fourth step fell, Zhao Shanhe's mind was thundering, and his heart seemed to stop beating at this moment, as if his senses were slowing down too much at this moment, so that he could clearly feel that the Dao platform in his body, at this moment, amidst the roar, the extra cracks spread suddenly, causing the Dao platform, directly... torn apart! !

The platform is broken!

The moment the platform shattered, Zhao Shanhe uttered a shrill scream that had never been seen before on his body. Following the scream, he spewed out seven or eight mouthfuls of blood in succession, and his whole body lost a lot of weight in an instant like withering. Cold sweat flowed down his face. His face was ashen, and his body resumed its movements.

But before he backed too far, when Meng Hao took the fifth step, he approached Zhao Shanhe directly. He also raised his knees, but the position was not Zhao Shanhe's stomach, but between his legs, and he slammed him fiercely!

Click!

The severe pain made Zhao Shanhe's screams more intense, his body arched even more, but Meng Hao's right hand had already lifted up almost as soon as the screams appeared, and grabbed Zhao Shanhe's neck tightly, so that Zhao Shanhe's screams could only exist in his throat and could not be heard at all.

He could only groan, his face was suffocated, he couldn't vent his breath, and he couldn't scream out, which made the pain seem to be magnified dozens of times.

It caused his eyes to bulge, revealing his extreme madness, his body trembled unceasingly, and a wave of resentment grew instantly amidst the severe pain.

But he...was powerless to resist, unable to struggle, unable to even utter threatening words. At this moment, his body was trembling, and the severe pain made Zhao Shanhe as weak as a mortal.

"Stop!" A trembling voice came from Xu Qing's side, it was Xue Yuncui, her body was trembling, her face was pale, but the sword in her hand was always placed on Xu Qing's neck, as if a slight stab could directly penetrate Xu Qing's neck.

She looked at Meng Hao. From her point of view, Meng Hao was like a ferocious spirit. His cruel methods made Xue Yuncui's face pale and his mind was broken. She didn't even dare to look into Meng Hao's eyes, and felt extremely regretful from the bottom of her heart. But now, it was too late, and she only begged that Xue Yuncui could let her go.

"You are Meng Hao. I used to hear Xu Qing talk about the Gushan sect and you... This is a misunderstanding. I just want to get out of here..." Xue Yuncui's voice was trembling. Looking at Meng Hao, it was clear that the sword was in her hands, but she was the one who was afraid.

"I used to be a scholar." Meng Hao pinched Zhao Shanhe's neck, looked up at Xue Yuncui, and said lightly.

"One year, I read an ancient book that was said to be handed down from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. It described all sorts of strange execution methods. One of them, after I saw it, I had nightmares for several days." Meng Hao said softly, with disgust in his eyes, he raised his left hand, pinched Zhao Shanhe's fingers, inch by inch, until the arm, until the other hand, then the shoulder, and then the body, bit by bit, crushed piece by piece!

This kind of severe pain made Zhao Shanhe unconscious, but with Meng Hao around, it was obviously impossible for him to be unconscious. Until it lasted for a stick of incense, Meng Hao squeezed hard with his right hand, and with a cracking sound, Zhao Shanhe's neck was directly shattered.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Shanhe was unable to utter any screams, even death...

"How do you want to die, I will give you a chance to choose." Meng Hao let go of Zhao Shanhe's body and looked at Xue Yuncui.

Xue Yuncui's complexion became even paler, like a dead person, her body trembled, even the sword in her hand trembled, she looked at Meng Hao, the fear in her heart had reached the extreme, it became the most intense nightmare in her life.

"You...don't force me!!" Xue Yuncui screamed, but almost as soon as her voice came out, the ground suddenly broke open under her feet, and a dark red rattan rushed out instantly, wrapping itself around Xue Yuncui's body. While waiting for Meng Hao's order, he was about to devour him alive.

"Don't kill her..." Xu Qing struggled to stand up, looked at Meng Hao, and said softly.

"I want to do it myself, because many years ago, I wanted to cut off her tongue." Xu Qing gritted his teeth, picked up Xue Yuncui's sword on the ground, and when he turned around, the vine had wrapped Xue Yuncui, and handed it to Xu Qing.

"Junior Sister Xu...I..." Xue Yuncui looked at Xu Qing tremblingly, begging.

With a cold expression, Xu Qing stabbed Xue Yuncui directly into Xue Yuncui's mouth with the sword, and when he stirred slowly, Xue Yuncui screamed.

"Since you can't resist, then close your eyes and enjoy it. I've always wanted to tell you that you're the slut!" Xu Qing approached Xue Yuncui and whispered in his ear. The sword in his hand was still stirring slowly. It wasn't until ten breaths later, when Xue Yuncui was struggling and weak, that he pierced deeply.

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I am very satisfied with this chapter, not the first half, but the last 500 words, I am very happy to write... Today, the sixth update continues, and this is the first update! ! Ladies and gentlemen, do you still have the monthly pass? ()