Many years later, all the monks who were outside the Wangshengdong Basin could not forget the scene of that year.
In their memory, a meteor rushed out of the fog in the basin. The meteor was like burning, releasing a shocking flame, emitting a light that could be unforgettable for a lifetime.
In that flame and light, Meng Hao exists.
The disciple of the Zi Yunzong inheritance, the third master of the Southern Territory, Danding, the owner of the Supreme Spiritual Sutra, and the inheritor of the blood immortal, any of these, no matter which monk, will have a reputation.
And if all belong to one person, this person... can become a legend in the Southern Territory.
And Meng Hao, undoubtedly, has become a legend, even though his cultivation base is not high, even though he has not been in the Southern Territory for a long time, no matter what, he can't stop his light, from this day on, like the sun!
No one can forget that outside the meteor, a huge Kunpeng was outlined in nothingness. This huge Kunpeng beast, as if Meng Hao within it became the core, rushed out of the basin, passed by outside the basin, and the monks below were only Can look up.
They watched Meng Hao rush out of the basin, rushed out of the blockade from more than a dozen Yuan Ying monks from the Ji family and Li family, and directly smashed the surrounding seals, turning the seals into fragments. After layers of collapse, this Meteor, this Kunpeng, rushed out of heaven and earth!
Disappeared thousands of miles away, disappeared in the range of the rebirth hole, disappeared to the horizon.
Afterwards, in a void whirlpool teleportation, completely disappeared.
The cultivators of Zi Yunzong, including the two spirit-slashing ancestors, all stared at the horizon and the disappearance of Meng Hao. The moment they saw Meng Hao leaving safely, their hearts were relieved.
Wu Dingqiu was beside him, his expression was a little complicated, and he felt a little emotional. He thought of Meng Hao who was in Zhao country, and thought of the scene when he saw the other party for the first time, holding an iron gun.
As if it were a dream, Wu Dingqiu recalled at this moment, and still felt that he couldn't write to it.
Old Monster Song also looked at the sky, with the same emotion as Wu Dingqiu's expression.
Song Jia, who was next to him, had already returned. She was silent and looked at the sky. The grudge in her eyebrows seemed to be unable to dissolve. She looked at her nominal husband, but in fact, the two of them never said a word from beginning to end. .
The ancestor of Ziluo was also silent. He shook his head with a wry smile. Qingluo Sect was very familiar with Meng Hao. The scenes in the ancient blessed land were very tired of acknowledging the Lord. All of this made Qingluo Zong and Meng Hao, Become a dead end.
But he never expected that after Meng Hao became Fang Mu, he dared to walk into the Qingluo Sect in a big way, and fought against the alchemist in the Qingluo Sect's inner alchemy, and even made alchemy for them.
All of this, looking back at this moment, at the same time that it is extremely unreal, even he has admiration in his heart.
The Yijian Sect, the Jinhan Sect, and the members of the Wang family all looked different at this moment. Fortunately, Wang Tengfei was no longer here. Otherwise, his complexity would flood him like a tide.
The five sects and tribes of the Southern Territory have been familiar with Fang Mu or Meng Hao unconsciously over the years.
Han Bei sighed, Meng Hao and Fang Mu in her mind gradually overlapped and turned into a very deep image in her memory. This image is a red robe with a mask, but smiles up to the sky. The arrogant and reverberating figure.
Wang Youcai was silent. He thought of Daqingshan and Yunjie County.
Chu Yuyan bit her lower lip. She couldn't tell what her thoughts were. At the moment, she felt tingling, melancholy, and even more disappointed, as if she had lost something all at once and couldn't catch it.
Ye Fei lowered his head and did not look at the sky, but his eyes showed a persistent light. He believed that Meng Hao would certainly rise in other places, and he couldn’t have the slightest slack in his place. One day in the future, when the two met again, they completely defeated each other on the alchemy path.
Chen Fan sighed at this moment. He could no longer see through the path of the younger junior brothers of the year. In fact, when they separated from the backer sect, they had already divided into two different directions.
In the bottom of his heart, he suddenly envied Meng Hao, not for his identity, but for his life, which was much more exciting than himself...
"Perhaps, this is the monk..." Chen Fan murmured.
There was a strange light in Li Shiqi's eyes, and she thought of what the most mysterious ancestor from the sect had said to her before this trip.
"Will we meet again?" Li Shiqi smiled slightly.
"We will meet again." Xu Qing, looking into the distance, muttered firmly in her heart. Her character is simple, her appearance is cold and cold, she is not smart, but her persistence is stronger than others. Too much too much.
This perseverance has become a promise.
"I'll wait for you..." Xu Qing said softly in the bottom of her heart.
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The Tianhe Sea divides the southern part of the land and becomes the northeast and southwest.
The Eastern Soil Datang, the Northern Desert Qiang Di, the Southern Territory Heroes, and the Western Desert Totem.
Compared with the strength of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, the majesty of the Qiangdi in the Northern Desert and the heroes of the Southern Territory, the Western Desert, which has many titles such as the Western Man and the Western Demon, is actually synonymous with frenzy.
Chaos is the only situation in West Desert. In West Desert, there is no sect, and there are just tribes one after another. The tribes are used as alliances to form big forces.
Because of barrenness, scarcity of resources, and the cruel environment and the harshness of the world, the West Desert monks were cruel to kill and had the power to repair totems, eager for one day to enter the Southern Territory.
The two wars with the Southern Territory created a powerful seal between the two major regions, blocking the communication, but in the area that could not be sealed, the black soil was formed and became the only passage in the southwest.
The ink soil formed due to various opportunities does not belong to the Southern Territory, nor the West Desert. It is more free here and also more cruel.
The barrenness of the ink soil and the richness of some areas made the polarization here extremely serious, and the frequent killings made this land seem to contain the smell of blood.
At this moment, at the junction of the Southern Territory and Motu, about a day's distance away, on a plain overgrown with weeds, a vortex of a stage suddenly appeared.
This whirlpool appeared silently in the air like a big black mouth. It was noon now, and the desolate wind was blowing all around, causing the weeds to sway and make a rustling sound.
The sudden appearance of the vortex naturally won't attract anyone's attention. In all directions, in a large area, there are very few Southern Territory cultivators coming.
Soon, in the black whirlpool, a figure walked out. After this figure walked out, it seemed to stagger a few steps. When she turned her head, a white hair rose with the wind.
There is a diamond-shaped mark on the center of the eyebrows, like scales and feathers.
He is exactly Meng Hao.
After rushing out with the power of Kunpeng, Meng Hao unfolded the Ruyi Seal, teleported from the area of Wangshengdong, and was here when he appeared.
Meng Hao stood silently in the air, watching the whirlpool disappear, his face was blank, and his surroundings were quiet, except for the sound of the wind.
After a long time, Meng Hao lowered his head, took out the jade slip and looked at it intently, determined his position, sighed, and bowed deeply in the direction of Zi Yunzong.
After a few breaths of this worship, Meng Hao started. When he raised his head, the blankness in his eyes disappeared, and he was determined instead.
"I have been in the Zi Yunzong for nearly ten years, and I almost forgot about the life of solitary meditation outside." Meng Hao murmured calmly. With a wave of his right hand, a purple seed flew out and fell into the ground. The ground rumbling. The shaking, thick rattans flew up in an instant, encircling Meng Hao.
Meng Hao sat cross-legged on one of the cane, his eyes flashed, and after passing the thought, the cane suddenly flew up on the ground, leading Meng Hao, and went straight to the ink soil in front.
Meng Hao closed his eyes. He wanted to leave the Southern Territory as soon as possible without any delay. It is just that although his cultivation base is stable now, his injury is very serious. Even though his vitality Shouyuan has recovered under the scaly feathers, But there was only less than one piece left.
Meng Hao really didn't want to consume it if it was a last resort and could not be consumed.
"You need to enter Motu as soon as possible, there, look for an area to heal... I don't know the people of the Ji family, how long will they be chased over." Meng Hao's expression was calm, sitting cross-legged on the cane, allowing the cane to gallop with all strength. It is convenient for Meng Hao to heal his injuries.
He patted the storage bag, took out a bronze mirror, took a closer look, and put it away.
"The moment I succeeded in the formation of alchemy, I had a faint feeling. As long as I calmed down and blended into the mirror, I could wake up the mirror spirit... Unfortunately, the situation was in crisis at that time." Meng Hao was silent, he didn't know what would happen if the spirit appeared. Unexpectedly, this moment is not the time for the meditation communicator, so we need to heal our wounds wholeheartedly.
On the way, he took out Ji Hongdong's storage bag and took a look. There was a rune seal on it. Meng Hao didn't try to open it easily, but he pondered and put it away. When he turned his hand, a bell appeared in his hand.
It was the magic weapon that Ji Hongdong took out that day. After studying it, Meng Hao closed his eyes and continued to heal his injuries.
In the evening of the next day, without surprises and dangers, Meng Hao's vines led him into the black soil area. This area is easy to identify. The ground is black, and most of the plants that grow are black.
Therefore, here is the ink.
But the moment Meng Hao stepped into this ink soil, suddenly, the ancient jade seal, the ancient voice of the vicissitudes of life appeared in his mind.
"The immortal of the nine mountains, the pinnacle of a stroke, the talisman of all beings, the collapse of the sky... This force melts the earth, melts the death, accepts the demon life, this place... can be repaired... the seal of truth!"
Meng Hao was shocked and opened his eyes sharply.
The moment he opened his eyes, he took out the ancient jade that sealed the demon. When he touched the jade, an icy breath followed his fingers, merged into his mind, and turned into a formula, forming a formula, sealing the demon. One line, unique magical powers!
Seal the truth, seal everything into a demon!