There are very few people who are qualified to know about the Nether Palace within the Boundless Sect. This time, despite the heavy losses, not only the eight sources died, but even the sixth and eighth supreme sages died.
For the Boundless faction, the loss was great, but for the individual, the gain this time was just as great!
Whether it is Bayuan, Jiuyuan Supreme, or the people on the peak of Jiuyuan, they all saw their respective directions on the transcendence altar, even if this direction is a little vague, as if the dust and mist in front of you have been pushed a little away, but They believe that as long as there are a few more opportunities for insight, then... detachment will change from impossible to... possible.
As for those Eight Sources, the benefits they obtained from this transcendence altar were not as good as the Jiuyuan Supreme, but they were also great. Even many of them felt the ninth source of their own enlightenment and experienced rapid changes.
It can be said that although the loss of the Boundless Sect was not small, everyone immediately chose to retreat after returning, and they were all feeling their own gains.
Meng Hao was in retreat here. In his hall, his expression had calmed down. Thinking back to everything in the palace, Meng Hao's eyes slowly showed a hint of coldness and unwillingness.
He was not reconciled to his ninth ban, unable to condense it.
"Luo Tianweixian, his power is the same as my demon power, this matter... is weird." Meng Hao was silent, his eyes flashed, and he sneered.
"So with my body, it is impossible to condense the ninth forbidden, as long as it condenses, it will definitely fail... Because this ninth forbidden can change my body, make the fairy roots reappear, and make me embark on the path of immortality again."
"I don't care about immortality or immortality, what I care about is to make myself strong, immortal or demon, as long as it has the ninth origin, as long as it can extinguish the bronze lamp and step into transcendence!" Meng Hao revealed in his eyes. Thinking Mang, since his body can't condense the ninth forbidden, then he has to think of other ways to let himself have the ninth forbidden!
"Unexpectedly, to complete the ninth ban with Fengtian tactics, there will be a fairy change... If I change to the ninth ban, maybe I can condense it..." Meng Hao frowned.
"However, I'm not reconciled." Meng Hao sighed lightly, his eyes flashed while he was pondering, and at this moment a strange idea came up in his mind.
"En?" The more Meng Hao thought, the faster his eyes flickered, and when he saw it, he stood up and walked around in the hall, pausing after a moment.
"My body can't condense the ninth forbidden, then... if I create a clone without the slightest demon power, and the connection with me is minimized, then can this clone be used to condense the ninth forbidden!!"
"The demon cannot condense the ninth ban, then the immortal... should be able to condense this heavenly ban!"
"In this way, once the clone is successful, then after the deity merges with the clone, I also have... the ninth forbidden!" Meng Hao's eyes brightened.
"Although it is still a bit difficult, this is a direction!"
"Fighting the sky, since it can inspire immortal veins, if my clone is a pure immortal body, then the possibility of condensing it will increase infinitely." The more Meng Hao thinks about it, the more it feels feasible.
"This clone, his mission... is to complete the ninth ban!" Meng Hao's eyes became more determined. In his memory, there were many methods related to the clone, including the original Dao and the spells from Shui Dongliu.
After thinking about it, these methods of cutting out the clone are not perfect. It is difficult to create a clone without leaving a little bit of demon power. At the same time, it can perfectly make the ninth prohibition that his clone feels, and finally can be directly directly. Fusion in the deity.
"Unless... That clone is also the real me. Even if the deity dies, the clone will not be destroyed. It is independent and can be integrated in the dark!" When Meng Hao pondered, he suddenly raised his right hand and pressed it to the center of his eyebrows.
With a roar of his mind, three of his eyebrows suddenly appeared... Nirvana!
These three nirvana fruits exuded a bright light in front of Meng Hao, and Meng Hao looked at the nirvana fruits and suddenly laughed.
"Seven-year-old robbery... The strangeness in our Fang family's bloodline, the water flow can be used to turn it into a mountain and sea bureau, and I can naturally display it too!"
"My clone will be different from everyone else, because... he is mine... the fourth life!!" Meng Hao closed his eyes and buried the light in his eyes.
At the time of Dongshengxing, he withered when he was seven years old, and started his second life ahead of schedule, and a nirvana appeared. Then, at the age of seven, he withered again and opened his third life and appeared a second nirvana. fruit.
In this third life, accompanied by his parents, he came to Nantian Xing, and from then on he began a turbulent life until today.
But now, he is going to forcibly open... His fourth life, not as the deity, but as a clone, makes this fourth and third life together!
In this way, the roots are the same, the branches are different, but they can be perfectly integrated, because the original is one! And the appearance of this fourth life perfectly cut off the connection with the third life, so that the demon power does not exist in the clone.
"With my clone, feel the ninth forbidden!" Meng Hao took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged. When he raised his right hand, he pointed at the center of his eyebrows and roared, using Nirvana to condense the body of the fourth life.
It's just that the display of this magical power takes a certain amount of time. Meng Hao closed his eyes when he crossed his knees, and gradually separated a ray of life from his nirvana, gathered his brows, and gradually expanded.
This ray of vitality, like a seed, is slowly brewing.
Time passed, and soon a year passed. During the period, the headmaster heard a message telling Meng Hao that in order to prepare for the next safe trip to the Hades, the time will be longer. The specifics are still uncertain.
Although Meng Hao is urgent, a clone is brewing at this moment, and it is indeed not suitable for a short time to start.
Another year passed.
Meng Hao's clone was finally brewed and completed, and he also achieved all the preparations for opening his fourth life into this clone.
At this moment, in his retreat, in front of him, this vague figure floats, unable to see his face, and even his breath seems to be different from Meng Hao's place, but only Meng Hao can feel that he is here and in front of him. Between the figures, there are connections that are difficult to cut off.
"After two years of refining and refining, I finally became the fourth life clone. The roots are the same, but the branches are different. There is no magical power in the clone... Before the age of seven, I let my fourth life sink into the mundane and experience life... Seven years later The memory of the fourth life clone will wake up. At that time, I will be him, and he will be me, but the relationship is only the same root. Outsiders are aware of it, and it is difficult to find out the clues. At that time, it was the ninth forbidden practice of the clone. A moment!
This matter is not urgent, this ninth prohibition will also be the most critical step for me to achieve detachment! "Meng Hao opened his eyes and stared at the blurred figure in front of him. After a moment of silence, he raised his right hand with a wave. The blurred figure immediately turned into a light, which flew out in an instant. Along with the light, there was a red glow, carefully. At first glance, it is the Mastiff that has shrunk a lot.
This light flew out, left half a star in an instant, and left the inner starry sky. On the vast star, on the ninth continent belonging to Meng Hao, it disappeared in a flash.
He didn't hide this scene, nor did he bother to hide it. Only a few people from Jiuyuan Peak could find it. These people just glanced at it, and after scanning it carefully, they ignored it.
For them, Meng Hao is a madman, for a madman... everyone stays away, especially this madman, who is invincible in the palace, so everyone does not want to provoke him.
The young man in the golden robe thought so, and Sha Jiudong thought so too. As for the mysterious White Mist and Dust Fairy, this woman has always been quiet, and she won't have the slightest interest in this matter.
Under the half-star underground, on the tortoise shell in the sea of fire, a deep light appeared in the eyes of the teacher-teaching old man, which seemed to be inferring, and he bowed his head slightly after a long while.
"What kind of supernatural power is this performing? I can't see the slightest? This nine, there are really a lot of secrets in his body."
"However, all these are trivial matters." The old man in charge smiled slightly and closed his eyes. The importance of Meng Hao in the previous Ming Palace and his party has risen to the peak level, and Meng Hao's combat power has also risen. As a tycoon, he is unwilling to dislike the other party because of curiosity.
This year, the Cang Mang Sect was very quiet. Except for the continued expansion of Meng Hao's forces, the entire Cang Mang Star was calm, and nothing major happened.
Almost all the strong are in retreat.
Also in this year, in the vast starry sky, there was a white-haired young man wearing a cyan gown, accompanied by a gentle woman, stepping from outside the boundlessness, into the boundlessness, and came to not far from the Immortal God Continent. His appearance made the vast expanse roll, as if there were waves of threats, and even more shocking rejection hidden in it. It seemed that if the white-haired man insisted on staying, then at all costs, he would start the entire expanse, and he would also have it. Isolate it.
The white-haired man stared at the Immortal God Continent with a complex expression in his expression. After a long time, he sighed slightly, and the woman beside him closed her eyes with unbearable expression.
"In the past, I cut one finger. From then on, it is difficult for me to appear in this vast expanse of inside and outside. This continent, with our memories, fortunately... They are all gone, they are no longer the real them. What is the use of calling me... "The young man's voice was bitter, and he sighed slightly.
"I cut my finger, it hates me... It hates me!"
"And the fellow Taoist who is still in hatred... When he is detached, he will understand everything." The white-haired young man was silent. When he turned around, he went away with the woman. After leaving the boundlessness, the rejection within the boundlessness slowed down. Dissipate slowly and return to normal.
Also in this year, outside the Cangmong Star, a cultivation family that existed in ancient times, and the Tianjiao clan female who had returned from their outings, worshipped in the Cangmang Sect and was accepted by the head of the sect, and even the head of the sect was rarely seen. Once, smilingly looked at the girl who worshipped the sect, and asked her name.
The woman smiled and replied, "The disciple is called Han Bei."
The same is true. In this year, on the edge of the ninth continent on the vast star, a middle-aged scribe was sitting by the river and reading a book on the river channel outside a small mountain village. When he looked up, he saw one floating in the river sleeping. Sleeping baby.
This baby has a wooden sign with the word square wood written on it. In his hand, holding a fruit, it looks like gold and not gold, like jade and not jade. It seems to have the breath of reincarnation and the way of Nirvana, especially around him. There is a puppy, squinting, licking the baby's cheek.
The river opened the way for him, the fish leaped up and danced for him, the sun did not dare to fall too much on him, and the beasts were hidden in the mountains and forests to stare, not dare to hurt him the slightest.