Everyone was left silent, struggling with each other. Even if it was so angry, there was nothing to do with Meng Hao. The ladder appeared because of Meng Hao, and only Meng Hao could step into it.
They have all tried, all they can only be seen, but they can't be touched.
A few days later, when Meng Hao met them again, everyone in front of Meng Hao swore an oath, promising that once they enter the third realm, they will harvest the third realm at the end of the third realm. , Or given to Meng Hao at the request of Meng Hao in advance.
Witness of the vows, the export is the principle of the Tao, for these Nantian Dadi Tianjiao whose future achievements cannot be estimated, they cannot have knots. Once the promise is broken, the knots appear because of the vows, which will affect their cultivation.
If it was just words or ordinary vows, it was enough, but after they had uttered the vows, Meng Hao actually came up with a set of methods that seemed simple, but in fact it was extremely slanderous and vicious.
This method is very simple. As long as you have the foundation or above, you can practice.
It was Meng Hao who had come to Ke Yunhai from outside Ke Yunhai's cave in the past few days. It had existed in this ancient era and was one of the dao laws that had been specifically bound to each other.
With this Dao Fa, once the promise is ruined, the soul will be split immediately, the avenue will be missed, and the cultivation base will fall.
Everyone was helpless. In order to enter the third realm, they could only swear cautiously. They used the Dao Evidence as an oath to complete their mutual agreement. As for the individual who did not want to swear, they did not need Meng Hao to take action, under the pressure of others. , And they can only grit their teeth to accept.
After all, no one is willing to pay for themselves, and someone can reap without paying.
But obviously they didn't know that among all the people they thought, there was no Zhixiang and no ancestor Huyan.
In contrast, here, Meng Hao also swore an oath that he would set foot on the Heavenly Ladder according to their requirements, but he decides the time by himself, and even promises that in the next days in the second realm, he will not use the momentum. Coerce them so that they can hide without being careful.
This promise is long-awaited for other people. They have asked themselves many times that they may be the most aggrieved person in the second realm of the ancestral family in the past.
He didn't dare to make any publicity, he didn't dare to approach the Fourth Peak, or even saw those dudes whizzing by from the sky, he would immediately bow his head, for fear of being recognized by Meng Hao.
After a few months of such days, they have already endured it to the extreme. At this moment, they can finally relax and enjoy some of the ancient sunshine...
After reaching an agreement with everyone, Meng Hao understood that the date to leave this place was about to come, and he was about to leave this illusory ancient world and return to the real reality.
For this, he had no reluctance, whether it was a dude or an identity, everything was just a dream for Meng Hao. When he woke up from the dream, everything could be forgotten.
But only, he didn't want to forget his father, Ke Yunhai.
That kind of paternal love made Meng Hao immersed in it, unwilling to wake up, unwilling to end his dream, he forgot about Ke Yunhai, in this illusory ancient times, he experienced the feeling of his father by his side.
This feeling can even be said to make up for the regret left in Meng Hao's heart in his early years.
He was no longer comprehending Dao Fa. In addition to alchemy, he spent more time sitting cross-legged outside Ke Yunhai's cave. Although Ke Yunhai did not open the door of the cave, Meng Hao still sat here, talking from time to time.
Life seems to be calm in this way. It is calm and plain. Xu Qing is still closed and never opened his eyes. Meng Hao is also used to such a life, and he even thought about it more than once. If it continues like this , It might not be a kind of life.
Until half a month later, when the overlapping scene appeared almost every day, Meng Hao knew that he was going to leave. The kind of inner reluctance and the complex and unspeakable thoughts made Meng Hao's heart always come to mind. Melancholy.
He looked at the sky, looked at the earth, looked at the seven peaks of the first heaven, looked at the fourth mountain, looked at Ke Yunhai's cave house, he closed his eyes, and scenes of things that happened since he came here will appear.
Meng Hao could not forget the initial admission of mistakes, the subsequent flogging, and then Ke Yunhai's doting, in the demon fairy tower, the father and son of this lifetime.
Suddenly he thanked Ke Jiusi very much, thanked him for sending himself in, perfecting him, and perfecting himself.
"Father's love is like a mountain..." I don't know if such thoughts have affected his elixir. In the middle of the night of this day, Meng Hao refined his last pot of elixir in this second realm.
Meng Hao had forgotten what kind of medicinal herbs were put into this pill. He was immersed in the respect for Ke Yunhai, in the beauty of these days, immersed in the love of the father and son in this life, towards the pill furnace. Inside, there are herbs.
The taste of each herb represents the color of his heart, gradually blending together, and starting alchemy, without considering success or failure, some are just memories, memories here, memories of Ke Yunhai’s fatherly love to himself, In the memories of his childhood, his father, the vague figure.
The night sky has no moon.
Meng Hao's alchemy, unconsciously, gradually heard indescribable voices from the entire pill furnace, like a fairy song, or a funeral song, sometimes cheerful, sometimes melancholy.
The voice was filled with reluctance, and it spread slowly, echoing on the fourth peak, so that all the people on the fourth peak raised their heads after listening, staring blankly at the place where the sound came from the top of the mountain. .
This sound, like the wind, blew through everyone's hearts, blew a circle of ripples, and swayed the memories in their hearts, as if they recalled the self.
In this memory, everyone is different, like a grown-up child, looking at his father's curved spine, and suddenly discovering that his father is old... I feel a little bit sour in my heart.
It seems to be reminiscent of the rebellion that occurred in my heart when I was young, faced with my father's sternness, and said in my heart: "Don't be long-winded!"
But until many years, facing the old man with white hair lying on the hospital bed, you held his thin hand, weeping, and whispered in your heart: "Say more... my father."
Many people, unknowingly, put aside all their practice and stared at the top of the mountain in a daze, not knowing that they were already in this memory and shed tears.
Xu Qing opened her eyes, with a blank look in her eyes. Her sadness slowly surfaced. She thought of her home, and of her parents who had passed away vaguely in her memory.
"I want to go home..." Xu Qing murmured.
Inside the alchemy furnace, the voice echoed throughout the fourth peak. Meng Hao didn’t know that he was immersed in his thoughts, making alchemy, just like composing a piece of music, and like a wood carving. In this way, he incorporated thoughts that cannot be expressed in words into it. .
The sound of this pill refining in the pill furnace was originally plain and unremarkable, but now, because it contains emotions, because it contains Meng Hao's thoughts, it seems to have life, spirit, and surpassed nature.
After all, the most touching thing about this matter is love... Although love is beautiful, it is far inferior to the selflessness of family affection.
Slowly, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Sect on the third peak and the fifth peak also heard the sound of alchemy from the fourth peak. You don’t need to express this voice. If you hear it, you will let go of all your cultivation, Stay there, thinking of your father through this voice.
More and more disciples were silent one by one. In this voice, in their minds, scenes of memories of their own were set off.
His father was smoking a cigarette, his wrinkled face in the sunset, and when he looked back, he stroked his head with a calm smile on his face.
In the sun, when I was riding on my father’s neck, my laughter was joyful when I was lifted high. At that time, I didn’t know that my laughter was the joy of my father.
With that steady hand, I don’t want to see it getting thinner...
Wang Lihai, when he heard this voice, he stopped meditating, staring blankly at the darkness of nothingness in the distance, thinking of his stern father.
Han Bei, silent, her heart suddenly tore, she lowered her head, she will always remember that that year, her father took her with her, staggering figure in Qingluo Sect.
Gradually, the second peak and the sixth peak also heard this voice. This voice carried the love of the father, and the strong wind could not blow away the slightest. Even the worst person in the world would find him in this voice. Own memories.
Once, facing your raised hand, I once glared and even resisted. When I slammed the door, I didn't see your trembling body and disappointed eyes.
Until that rainy night, I was seriously ill in bed, opened my dim eyes and saw your gray-haired figure kneeling and praying before the gods, for my sickness, busy and busy, selling everything, just for my own children, yes. get well.
At that moment, my hands were shaking and my heart was tearing. I wanted to open my mouth and say... Father, I was wrong.
The sound of alchemy gradually spread to the first peak and the seventh peak. When these two peaks also echoed this sound, the first heaven of the Demon Immortal Sect, in all areas, regardless of the outer disciples or inner disciples, There are also core disciples, even elders, everyone... Even the most powerful immortal in the world will have a memory of this voice in his heart.
There was a resonance, and there was a recollection, the entire Demon Immortal Sect, at this moment, all was silent... Everyone was in this voice, as if they had returned to the past.
The supreme of the first peak, the second peak, the third peak, the fifth peak, the sixth peak, the seventh peak... The six supreme beings, one by one in this voice, raised their heads and looked at the fourth peak, their expressions Feeling melancholy, they saw Meng Hao's alchemy and heard Meng Hao's voice in the alchemy.
Even among them, the supreme who was the most disgusted with Ke Jiusi before, was still in this silence at this moment, and sighed.
"He... finally grown up, Brother Yunhai... I hope you all the way... go well."
At this moment, there was another sound in the Demon Immortal Sect. This sound... is the sound of a bell, is... a death knell.