Meng Hao walked slowly, getting higher and higher, until he reached the sky, until he reached the peak. When the last step was in front of him, he lowered his head and looked at the seven peaks of the Demon Immortal Sect below. Hao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a touch of decisiveness appeared in his eyes.
"Father, I'm leaving..." He spoke softly, took his steps, and stepped onto the last step with a roar. At this moment, the whole world, at this moment, began to vibrate strongly.
It happened that Meng Hao could see and feel this shock, but within the Demon Immortal Sect, people who were not coming from the Southern Heaven and Earth could not detect the slightest.
On the earth, the same thing that felt the shaking of the heavens and the earth was the cultivation of the southern heaven and earth. They all looked excited, with strong expectations, to witness the opening of the third realm with their own eyes!
The Demon Immortal Sect, the first two realms will appear again and again, but this third realm has only appeared several times from beginning to end, and each time requires great opportunity and good fortune.
As those who can witness the opening of the third realm with their own eyes, their hearts are full of excitement at this moment.
Compared to them, Meng Hao was the only one who could truly witness the dissipation of this second realm and the opening of the third realm.
Because at this moment, he is the only one standing in mid-air and seeing the whole world. He stepped on the top of the Heavenly Ladder. When he lowered his head, he saw the world. Under this increasingly strong vibration, appeared overlapping.
This overlap is only an instant, and it disappears.
An invisible, unfeeling wind of illusion, blowing from nowhere, can't lift the hair, but in this world, set off the years.
Meng Hao saw with his own eyes that the seven peaks of the entire first heaven seemed to have passed ten thousand years. The verdant trees on those mountains wilted and bloomed again until they changed their appearance.
He saw the seven mountain peaks, carved and jade columns undulating everywhere, and saw countless lives growing, old, sick, and dying in them. In a flash, it was ten thousand years.
Until he saw the whole world, it was suddenly dark, and a huge palm appeared, which seemed to cover the whole world. In that palm, he vaguely saw an old man in a golden robe, just a flick of his sleeve, the sky changed, the sky was red, and the starry sky Rewind.
The earth quaked. In this darkness, Meng Hao could not see much, but he could see the collapse of the two holy places, the three big monster mountains torn apart, and the seven peaks of the first heaven of the Demon Immortal Sect, cracks appeared, even though the mountain was still In, but lost a lot of parts.
One loft after another collapsed, and one disciple died. Meng Hao saw a sensational battle across the Ninth Mountains and Seas. Only this battle was in the dark. Meng Hao couldn’t see clearly, only slightly. Feel.
Until everything disappeared, I don't know how long it has passed. On the fourth peak, in the coffin, Meng Hao saw a figure dressed in white with long hair walking out.
He stood on the fourth peak, standing there silently, as if guarding this land until eternity.
All of this can be seen as tens of thousands of years, or as a blink of an eye. When Meng Hao closes his eyes and opens them again, the whole world has returned to reality, the wreckage is still the remnant soul, and the ruins are still ruins.
Everything... as usual.
Meng Hao was silent, closed his eyes again, and when he opened it again, he was no longer in the void, but lying in the coffin of the fourth peak, he saw the sky.
The broken sky is just like when Meng Hao remembered when he was lying here before.
It was like a dream, and at this moment... The dream woke up and Meng Hao was silent. In his mind, scenes of illusion and ancient times continued to appear, until tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.
"Really, is it just a dream?" Meng Hao was a little confused. He slowly sat up until he walked out of the coffin. He suddenly got a shock. He turned his head back and looked at the coffin. .
This coffin, he was familiar with, was in the illusory ancient times, before Ke Yunhai fell, for him... or for Ke Jiusi, the most precious treasure that can be refined to practice the Lishen Jue.
Meng Hao looked a little dazed. He stood there for a long time. When he turned around, he looked at the Fourth Peak. Everything here was blurred when he went up the mountain in the first realm.
But now, even if this place is dilapidated, Meng Hao can still find the familiarity in his memory here. He can't forget all the plants and trees here.
In silence, Meng Hao walked to the edge of the mountain. Where he saw Ke Jiusi back then, when he stood here again, his back turned to the first peak in the distance and looked at the nothingness outside the seventh peak.
This is not the first time he has stood here, but in the first realm before, he didn't know what Ke Jiusi was looking at, and when he went to look at it now, he had completely understood it.
"He is watching, Father Ke's curtain." After Meng Hao looked at the seventh peak, there was a valley burial site, where the fallen powerhouses of the demon fairy sects of the past dynasties were buried, and there was an area in which... Ke Yunhai was buried.
For a long time, Meng Hao retracted his gaze and walked silently on the fourth peak. Although the plants and trees here are very different from those of the past, Meng Hao can still find the familiarity from this piece of ruins.
Walking in it, Meng Hao's expression was reminiscent, and his heart was complex, as if a person who had just awakened from a dream, in a trance, as if he couldn't tell which one was true and which one was false.
On the fourth peak, even though the ruins are full, there are still many areas where the former prohibition exists. At this moment, in front of Meng Hao, there is a prohibition. The soft light radiates from time to time. It seems that there is nothing, but if you ignore it This light, stepping in without the correct method, even if Meng Hao's physical body is strong, it will definitely fall.
This ban blocked Meng Hao’s road. After the ban, it was a mountain road with bones everywhere. This road was very familiar to Meng Hao, because he was on the Fourth Peak. Dongfu.
Standing outside the restriction, Meng Hao’s expression became more complicated. After a while, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he lifted his right hand, pinching a kind of weird seal technique, bringing up a residual image, gently , Pressed in front.
Silently, there was an eternal forbidden light here, suddenly flickering intensely, and gradually thinning, until a gap was exposed in front of Meng Hao.
Meng Hao sighed lightly, walked inside, melancholy on his face, looked at the corpses all over the floor, until he reached the end, he had remembered the Dongfu that had been in the second realm for several months.
The gate of the cave had already collapsed, and the inside was empty and dusty. In Meng Hao's memory, the terracotta warriors given to him by Ke Yunhai in the second realm were gone.
"Perhaps, the terracotta warriors didn't exist." Meng Hao sat silently outside the cave. He was in the second realm, where he often meditated, looking at the distant world. This sitting took a long time.
He knew that in this third realm, all the monks of the Southern Heaven and Earth at this moment were constantly digging for the treasures left over here with their own methods and with the gains obtained in the second realm.
It can be said that this third realm is like an opened treasure chest. As long as anyone reaches this realm and has a certain chance, they can get good luck here.
After half a day, Meng Hao stood up, left the cave that once belonged to him, walked on the fourth peak, and walked towards... Ke Yunhai's cave.
Here, there are no restrictions. All the restrictions collapsed in the war that year. Even the gates of the Dong Mansion fell apart. Only... Everything in the Dong Mansion, Meng Hao was taken aback when he saw it.
All the layouts of this cave are almost exactly the same as in the second realm in his memory...
The entire cave gate was spotless, and it seemed that someone would come to clean it from time to time.
Meng Hao stood here, looking at the cave for a long time, as if he had forgotten the passage of time, that this is not the illusory ancient times of the second realm, until three days later, he clasped his fists and bowed deeply.
This worship, worship is the previous dream, this worship, worship is the father and son of that life, this worship is also Meng Hao completely awakened from the dream.
The love between father and son in that life was deeply hidden in his heart and became a part of his life, inseparable and not to be lost.
When he got up, Meng Hao showed firmness and decisiveness in his eyes, and walked down the fourth peak.
After going down the mountain, Meng Hao took a deep breath, and his body flew out in an instant. His heart had been recovered from the illusory ancient times. At this moment, his eyes flashed and he went straight to the distance.
The roar echoed, and his speed was so fast that Shita appeared in the distance. Meng Hao stopped and looked down at his body. It was at this time that he had spare time to observe his body.
"The physical training in the illusory ancient times, sure enough... is still there!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, revealing the brilliance. In the illusory ancient times, his physical training didn't waste any effort. At this moment, it is still... In the first life state, it is comparable to the first life. Wuming's body is strong.
"In the first realm, I gain the most. In the second realm, my recovery is beyond everyone. This is my advantage and my first opportunity.
So in this third realm, I still have to...become the biggest winner! "Meng Hao's body flickered for an instant, and he went away in an instant, and the sound of howling came out, but before he dispersed too far, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Since the practice of the physical body can be preserved, then..." As Meng Hao moved forward, his gaze fell into the distance, and his expression was imperceptibly, with a touch of brilliance. In his eyes, there was a deep expectation and nervous.
"Then the wooden sword of the years I buried, is it...successful!!" Meng Hao took a deep breath. If this sword succeeds, then his harvest will be enough to guard the sky.
Regardless of Taoism or physical body, these Meng Hao are extremely satisfied, but what he expects more now is the wooden sword of this age, so once the sword succeeds, it will be the ultimate treasure.
Moreover, once the sword succeeds, then Meng Hao will have a deeper understanding of everything that happened in the illusory ancient times, allowing him to judge whether it can really...change the future.
Although he knew in his heart that it was impossible, Meng Hao still looked forward to it. He shook his body and went straight to the distance. Under this gallop, before long, Meng Hao appeared in one of the places where the Years Sword was buried. .