Meng Hao stood by the window on the second floor of the attic, with the bright moon in the sky outside, and the earth was scattered with a layer of silver sand. Standing at this position, you could see the top of a mountain in the distance, with arrays of mana fluctuations spreading.
The sound of screams came from there, and even at this moment, many figures flew out from other mountains around them, looking into the distance.
Soon, several Changhong rainbows came from the sky and went straight to the mountain where the screams were heard. After a short while, the mana fluctuations of this mountain dissipated, and the night sky became quiet again as if nothing had happened before.
Meng Hao frowned, his eyes showed a gleam of light, and there was a screaming mountain peak. Meng Hao remembers that it was the place where the sallow-faced man went during the day. At this moment, he saw that the figures that had flown out before turned into Changhong Fei. Going to the mountain, Meng Hao swayed here, and when he was about to check, he suddenly stopped.
When his complexion changed slightly, Meng Hao glanced down at the Qiankun Bag. With a shot, the ancient jade seal flew out and was held by him.
This ancient demon jade flickered, exuding a faint glow, and at the same time, a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of Meng Hao's heart. This feeling was not clear, as if there was an invisible breath here, making Meng Hao Hao was a little upset and irritable.
After hesitating for a while, Meng Hao took out the remaining jade of the eight generations of seals, the moment he took it out and held it in the palm of his hand.
"The spirit of reincarnation always exists, occasionally avoiding the burial, its breath is like a demon, not as good as a demon, it exists on all living beings, and it is contaminated with thousands of changes in the red dust. Hearing this, he needs to be sealed!" In Meng Hao's mind, the voice of eight generations of vicissitudes of demon sealing appeared.
Meng Hao thoughtfully, did not leave the attic, but stood by the window, spreading his spiritual consciousness to observe the screaming mountain in front, and hearing the quarrel from there.
"This is already the sixth fellow Daoist who has died. If your Qingluo Sect does not give an explanation today, I will never give up!"
"Yes, we are here in response to the call of the Azure Luo Zong. Although it is indeed for Rodidan, it is enough to fight with others and die honestly. During this period, from time to time some people died tragically late at night, and you sealed the scene again. People check, this matter is weird, there must be a problem!"
The foundation-building monks surrounding this mountain, more than ten people, at this moment, looked coldly at the Qingluo sect monk who blocked them from going to observe the death scene.
Even farther away, many foundation-building cultivators left their respective peaks and came here to look in the distance. Although they did not speak, the fluctuations in the cultivation base that these foundation-building cultivators scattered all over made this place gradually rise. The coercion turned into silent resistance.
The disciples of Qingluo Zong who prevented everyone from stepping into this mountain looked ugly at this moment, but at this moment, an old voice came from the mountain.
"Within three days, this sect will give you an explanation."
Following the voice, it was an old man wearing a broad road robe. The old man's face was brown. When he walked out, the pressure from his body suddenly changed the expressions of the monks around him.
The disciples of Qingluo Sect hurriedly bowed.
"Meet Elder Chen."
The old man stepped out, clearly standing at the bottom of the mountain, but the foundation-building cultivators in mid-air were silent, and many bowed down, obviously recognizing the identity of the old man.
Meng Hao stood by the window with his expression as usual, but his eyes were slightly narrowed. As the elder of the Qingluo Sect, the old man's cultivation was not to build a foundation, but to form a pill.
"You can come to my Qingluo Sect, the old man is very grateful. As for the fact that people have been killed in the past few days, the old man is also angry about this matter. Within three days, he will be so fierce." The old man's eyes swept the surrounding people, and his voice was not loud. , But it spreads everyone's mind here.
"Senior Chen came forward, and I felt relieved when I waited, thank you senior for advocating justice." The foundation-building monks here, after bowing one after another, returned to their respective peaks. Since the elders of the Qingluo Sect appeared, they also gave answers. , They naturally did not dare to continue entangled.
Soon, it calmed down outside. With the departure of the old man surnamed Chen, most of the disciples of the Qingluo Sect also dispersed. The mountain where the screams were heard returned to silence, but no one rose again. The thought of stepping into this mountain to find out.
Thoughtful, Meng Hao turned back to his cross-legs, sat down and closed his eyes, but the voice of the eight generations before the demon was always in his mind.
"This Azure Luozong is a little weird..." Meng Hao opened his eyes slightly, revealing a faint light, and the aura that made him irritated here seemed to grow stronger.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then took out the mask of the blood fairy inheritance. With his spiritual knowledge, he saw the ancestor of the Li family who is still shrouded in his own blood mist. During these days, the ancestors of the Li family have become weaker and weaker, and the screams are only passed on from time to time. Out, seem to be out of strength.
"You know something about Qingluo Sect." Meng Hao came out with spiritual knowledge, and he always felt that the identity of the blood spirit of this old man was a bit strange, especially when he thought of Li Daoyi, this felt even stronger.
"Understand a shit, you vicious little bastard, you have the ability..." the Li family ancestor said hoarsely, his voice revealing endless resentment.
But before he finished speaking, Meng Hao calmly opened his fingers again and squeezed out a drop of blood, which turned into a mist and enveloped the ancestors of the Li family. Suddenly, the screams came out again. Meng Hao retracted his spiritual sense and stopped asking. Inquiry, but took away the mask again.
At the same time, under the one hundred thousand mountains of Qingluo Zong, there is a huge cave like a maze. In the depths, there is a high platform with lights all around. When the flame is shaking, the light and shade of this place is uncertain.
On the high platform, there are three old men sitting cross-legged. These three people are sitting there like withered. From a distance, they look like dead people, and they are more deadly, but they have their eyes open, and there are vicissitudes of life in their eyes. .
The figures of the three of them are sometimes distorted, as if they are between illusion and reality, not in this world.
In the middle of the three, there is a piece of skin, which is refined from the skin of a certain beast. There are many broken edges at the edge, and a map is outlined on it.
At this moment, the picture of the remnant skin is creeping slowly, and it is faintly visible on the remnant skin that there is a man phantom who is screaming silently, like a soul. This person can be seen to be a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion. It is one of the five people who came today with Meng Hao.
His figure gradually blurred until it disappeared. The edge of the remnant skin actually grew a little, and the color was a lot shiny, but this scene was enough for anyone to see it, and it felt weird.
"Tomorrow, moon and night, it can be opened by swallowing one more person." For a long time, one of the three old men next to the remnant skin slowly spoke, with a hoarse voice that came out like friction.
"After it's turned on, you must succeed in everything you say this time. Once you succeed... I won't just wait for me, but even the ancestors can reawaken without hiding in the invisible sky. The imaginary world that touches the soil."
"The little children outside Zhuji are not enough. Although we have released news, those sects and families are not easily fooled, huh."
"It's okay. These little children are only part of the foundation, and there are other preparations. This time they will succeed." The three elders gradually disappeared as they spoke to each other. Only the remnant skin was placed on the platform as if it were enshrined. Slightly squirming, remaining weird.
There was no word for a night. Early the next morning, Meng Hao opened his eyes from meditation and looked out of the attic. After a short time, a long rainbow flew over and turned into a woman in a green shirt. This woman has a long body, fair skin, and a beautiful head. Haired a shawl, slowed down as he approached, and stood outside the attic where Meng Hao lived.
"The disciple of Blue Luo Zongdan Mountain, Han Bei, was ordered to send Rhodidan for fellow daoists, and also invited fellow daoists to come out to see him." The woman smiled cleverly, and her smile was beautiful, like flowers in full bloom, making it seem that there was a lot more suddenly here. The color, especially the beautiful eyes, has the feeling of bright teeth and bright eyes. He wears an emerald green gown, and the hem is embroidered with purple borders, which makes people look like a kind of simple air and dust.
Not long after, the door of the attic opened, and Meng Hao walked out slowly, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him.
The woman was looking at Meng Hao, her smile unchanged, her eyes, whether intentionally or unintentionally, seemed to be brighter when she saw Meng Hao.
"I don't know what your friend's name is?" Han Bei smiled lightly, and his voice was as beautiful as a lark.
"Meng Hao." Meng Hao didn't hide his name, and said lightly, the woman in front of him, with a good cultivation level, looked like Meng Hao in the early days of foundation construction.
"Meng..." Han Bei was taken aback, took a closer look at Meng Hao, and suddenly smiled.
"It turned out to be Fellow Meng Dao. This is an agreement. After I have asked Fellow Meng Dao to press his handprint on it, I will give Fellow Daoist one piece of rhodidan. After that, if it is completed in accordance with the requirements of this sect, I will give the second one." As Han Bei said, when the jade hand was raised, there was an emerald green bracelet on her wrist. With a light sway, the bracelet flashed, and immediately a roll of leather appeared in her hand and sent it to Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's expression remained as usual, but he took a second look at the woman's bracelet. After receiving the leather paper, he took a closer look, raised his thumb on his right hand and pressed his fingerprint.
Han Bei kept looking at Meng Hao, and seeing Meng Hao finished pressing his fingerprints, he took out a palm-sized jade box and set it aside.
"Here is a pill of Rhodi Pill. Please also ask Fellow Meng to collect it. This pill should be taken as it is and cannot be swallowed during the day. Because of its real name, it is actually Luoyue Dadi Pill.
When swallowing pills, drink moonlight. "Han Bei smiled and leaned toward Meng Hao after speaking, and was about to leave.
"We've seen it." But just as Han Bei was about to leave, Meng Hao suddenly said.
As soon as this sentence came out, Han Bei was taken aback and looked at Meng Hao.
"The little girl never remembered meeting Fellow Meng Daoist."
"It was Meng Hao who admitted the wrong person." Meng Hao frowned, showing thoughtfulness. Han Bei smiled, nodded and turned and turned into Changhong and left until she left the mountain where Meng Hao was. Her smile solidified. With a thoughtful meaning, the figure went away.
Meng Hao took the Luodidan jade box, returned to the attic, opened it, and saw a baby's fist-sized pill inside. The pill was white and covered with wax, but despite this, it was still thick. The fragrance of the medicine is released, and the spirit fluctuates more.
"One such pill is enough for me, but this pill is not to be swallowed lightly. You still need to test the true and false." Meng Hao pondered for a moment, put the jade box away, closed his eyes and continued to meditate.
Time passed, and soon it was late at night. There was a bright moon outside, and there was silence around, but at this moment, outside the mountain where Meng Hao was, there was a figure silently appearing, this figure was extremely strange, like a piece of skin floating. , But if you look closely, this person is clearly the dead middle-aged man with a sallow complexion.
His eyes showed a faint glow. After looking at the surrounding mountains, he chose the mountain where Meng Hao was located, and under a sway, he floated towards the attic where Meng Hao is on the top of the mountain.
Almost at the moment when this figure was close to the attic on the top of the mountain, Meng Hao, who was sitting cross-legged, raised his head, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, and a sharp light flashed.