I Shall Seal the Heavens

In the dusk of the land of Motu, the sky is full of flax, and the earth is dark and desolate.

I can't see any mortals. Because of the environment of this place, it is difficult for mortals to live in. Therefore, most of the people here are monks. Even if there are some mortals occasionally, they are all strong and strong. They are formed by this place for many years. A descendant of the comprehension family.

The moment Meng Hao stepped into this piece of ink soil, he turned his head, with suspicion on his face. He faintly felt that after stepping here, there seemed to be an invisible silk thread covering his body.

But before stepping into this place, Meng Hao didn't notice this invisible silk thread at all. Only when it was covered, did Meng Hao notice its existence.

After pondering for a moment, Meng Hao was thoughtful, and the rattan supported his body, whizzing away on the earth. After a while, Meng Hao retracted his thoughts, his eyes flickered, and his spiritual consciousness dispersed.

His spiritual consciousness spread out, and this place was hundreds of miles away, and it appeared in his mind in an instant.

"Looking for a place to heal quietly..."

"In addition, Zhou Dekun was caught in the ink soil...and here, there is information about woodless silkworms. If possible, woodless silkworms can be refined." Meng Hao pondered for a while, and took out the silkworm again. Ji Hongdong's storage bag, and the runes on it, were actually a bit weaker at this moment. If it was suppressed, it was only after Meng Hao tried that he couldn't open it, but he also saw that if the suppression lasted longer, he should be able to open it. Open the storage bag.

After a long while, Meng Hao closed his eyes and let the rattan move forward rapidly without resting for more than a month.

On the way, I met some monks from Motu. These monks were all emaciated, and their fierce aura was extremely strong. And rarely in small groups. Mostly alone. Meng Hao felt like a lone wolf.

This point is strongly different from the Southern Region.

It seems that the people here have experienced too much in life and death, but those who can survive are almost stained with a lot of blood.

But no matter how fierce these people were, when they saw Meng Hao, they all shrank their eyes. Meng Hao's white hair was too conspicuous. The fluttering of this white hair, combined with his pale face, immediately gave people a kind of gloomy feeling.

Coupled with the ferocity of the rattan, it looks like a fierce thing at first glance, exuding the breath of foundation building, and faintly smells of blood, making people look at it and judge intuitively. This person is not to be provoked.

Even some people with good cultivation can sense Meng Hao's aura of cultivation. They all hesitated and avoided them one after another without stopping them.

In this ink soil,

Killing people is too normal, and dead people are often seen.

Walking all the way, Meng Hao saw dozens of monks fighting and saw many death scenes, and gradually had a more intuitive understanding of Mo Tu.

But what makes Meng Hao feel strange is that a month has passed, he is always vigilant, but he doesn't see Ji's family chasing after him. This incident makes Meng Hao can't help but think of the invisible silk thread that was covered when he stepped into the ink soil a month ago .

"Could it be that this silk thread appeared after I killed Ji Hongdong? Is it used by members of the Ji family to find my traces? If so, why is this piece of ink soil able to cover it?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, not sure .

Time passed again, and another month passed quickly. Compared with the Southern Territory, the Motu was not big, but Meng Hao walked here, and looking around, there are not many cities here, which gives people a sense of vastness and vastness.

And most of them are a desolate, pitch-black land, revealing a dullness of death. Places with spiritual energy are even rarer. Fortunately, Meng Hao has no requirements for spiritual energy. On this day, Meng Hao, who was sitting cross-legged on the cane, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

In his spiritual knowledge, there is a short mountain more than eighty miles away, and there is a simple cave. This cave is not in the mountain, but under the mountain. It is like a cave in the ground.

The water is dirty, and there are bird and animal droppings all around. There are a lot of weeds, and it looks a little deserted. If Meng Hao hadn't deliberately searched for a place to heal his wounds, he would have easily overlooked this place.

"It's a pretty good place." Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he immediately changed direction and headed straight for the short mountain.

After a while, he came to this area, Meng Hao got up and took a step forward, while the rattan sank into the ground and hid himself.

Meng Hao walked through the weeds, and when he passed the pool, there happened to be a small black beast drinking water by the pool, looking up at Meng Hao, showing a fierce look.

Meng Hao didn't pay attention to the little beast, but flew up and looked around the mountain for a while, with a satisfied look on his face, and in a flash, he went straight to a crack in the mountain and flew away in an instant.

The crack meanders and connects to the bottom, and soon in front of Meng Hao, a cave gate appears. With a wave of Meng Hao's right hand, the gate immediately trembles and slowly opens.

The cave is not big, and there is still some dust around it. It seems that no one lived there for some time, and the remaining breath is like five or six floors of condensed air. It can be seen that the original owner of this cave is not high in cultivation.

Looking around, Meng Hao flicked his sleeves, immediately the place was like a wind, all the dust dissipated, and the moisture disappeared in an instant.

Meng Hao just sat down cross-legged, took a long breath, and his eyes were pensive. After a while, he pointed at the gate of the cave with his right hand, and the gate was closed immediately, and several runes appeared on it, sealing it.

"50% of the injury has recovered now, this time the injury was too serious..." Meng Hao took out the pill and swallowed it, closed his eyes and meditated, trying to let his injury recover as quickly as possible.

He himself is a master of alchemy, and he refines the healing elixir according to his own injury, so the effect is naturally the best.

Time passed by slowly, here is very quiet, in this quiet, the cave is completely dark, Meng Hao sits cross-legged and meditates alone, sometimes wakes up from the sedation, when he opens his eyes, staring into the darkness, the words of Purple Fortune Sect will come to mind involuntarily. Scenes.

"Ji's family..." Meng Hao's eyes showed a gleam of coldness, and he closed his eyes again.

The three months, unconsciously, gradually passed, and Meng Hao's injuries have recovered more than half, and it is 80% at this moment. According to his prediction, in a few months, he will be able to fully recover as usual, reaching the previous level. Peak state, even more sophisticated.

But what makes Meng Hao feel strange is that in the past three months, there is still no one from the Ji family chasing after him. This matter made Meng Hao think a lot.

"Could it be Master..." Meng Hao suddenly thought of this possibility. silence.

for a long time. Meng Hao sighed softly, and when he was about to close his eyes and continue to heal his wounds, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked outside the cave.

At this moment, in this short mountain, there is a thin middle-aged man in his thirties who is looking around cautiously and moving forward quickly.

His cultivation base is not high. There is only the appearance of the sixth level of condensing energy, and there is a ferocious light in the eyes. If you meet a monk of the same level in the southern region, this person will probably win.

"It's really unlucky this time. I've been trapped in that broken place for two years!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, looked around vigilantly, and moved forward quickly, heading straight for the short mountain.

It seems to be familiar with the road. After the middle-aged man approached the short mountain, he first looked around. After confirming that there was no danger and no one was following him, he jumped into the crack and walked down the crack.

"We must never go to that ghostly place again. Fortunately, although I have been trapped for two years this time, there is no danger of my life. Unlike some other people, they are almost dead." The middle-aged man sighed. After embarking on this path of comprehension, he experienced many things and saw a lot of life and death. He is not numb at the moment, but he is also somewhat accustomed to it.

"To put it bluntly, there is still no elixir." The middle-aged man muttered a few words, came outside the gate of the cave, raised his right hand and threw out a token.

"But being able to have my own cave, I can be regarded as a person who has a chance." The middle-aged man was a little proud, and he relaxed, planning to go back to the cave to rest.

But soon he opened his eyes wide, looking at the token he threw, flashing and flashing, but the gate of the cave was not opened.

"Broken?" The man was stunned, stepped forward to take off the token, looked carefully, and was about to try again, when suddenly he saw the traces of dust on the ground where the gate of the cave had been opened, compared with the surrounding dust, The traces are obvious.

At this glance, anger immediately appeared in his eyes, how could he not understand that his cave was robbed by someone!

"Where did you come from such a blind guy who dares to snatch your grandpa Huang's cave, and why don't you get out of here!!" The man surnamed Huang immediately said angrily. He had his own judgment. Qi condensing monks can value very little, let alone other powerful monks.

Moreover, during the years that this cave was occupied by him, although some people took the opportunity to come and snatch it away, they were all in the same realm as him, and they were all killed by him one by one, and finally became the owner of this small cave.

Now he immediately judged that he must have not come back for two years, so the cave was robbed again.

"Open the door, your grandma's, this is your grandpa Huang's territory, it's your grandpa Huang's cave, there are all directions nearby, who doesn't know me, the eight-armed dragon king, Huang Daxian!"

Inside the cave, Meng Hao frowned. The cave looked deserted before, but he didn't expect it to have an owner...

"I think you are so ambitious that you even dare to snatch Grandpa Huang's cave!" With this finger, he blushed, but a burst of flame burst out instantly, turning into a fire ball as tall as a person, and went straight to the gate of the cave.

A roar echoed in this narrow place, and Huang Daxian's voice came out again.

"You haven't opened the door yet, you should..."

Before he could finish his voice, suddenly, the gate of the cave opened and closed silently, revealing a gap. Huang Daxian snorted coldly, secretly thinking that his magic skills had deterred the other party. He was angry at this moment, but he didn't Immediately stepped in, but showed vigilance in his eyes.

When the gate of the cave was fully opened and the dust was no longer flying, Huang Daxian immediately saw the calm Meng Hao in the cave at a glance.

"Your grandma..." Huang Daxian saw that Meng Hao was alone, and suddenly felt confident. Just as he was about to shout angrily, he suddenly saw Meng Hao's eyes. Those deep eyes seemed to have ice-cold majesty.

The full head of white hair reveals a shocking terror, and the pale complexion, it seems that enough blood is needed to make the other party return to some normal complexion.

All of this immediately made Huang Daxian feel as if a basin of cold water had been poured on the top of his head, and his body shivered.

"Dao... this fellow Taoist..."

In the first few days, many brothers and sisters asked Ergen in the public prestige if there were any clothes that I wanted to seal the sky, so I contacted a relatively good garment factory in China, and used Fang Mu's picture as an example to customize a piece of clothing. Batch of good quality T-shirts.

You can go to my public prestige to see the pictures of the clothes. If you like it, you can order it. I will contact the manufacturer to make it. The trademark of the clothes is quite special, which is "ear root".

Global exclusive possession, hehe, if the effect is good this time, I will withdraw the hand-made dolls I want to seal the sky one after another, and other peripheral products. As long as you think of it, I will find someone to make it. (to be continued...) ()