As soon as this sound appeared, Meng Hao's whole body's hairs stood up in an instant, an indescribable feeling filled his whole body in an instant, as if he was gently touched by a pair of cold vicissitudes of hands on his neck.
There is even more a decadent breath, flooding all directions, and even... the boats they are on at this moment seem to accelerate the passage of years, and in a blink of an eye, it is like thousands of years have passed.
As for the people on the boat, all their faces were pale, their bodies trembling, and they showed unprecedented fear, even if they didn't know what Huangquan Wheel was before, but the weirdness of this scene made them immediately understand that this is a life-and-death crisis!
As for the three old men, the fear in their hearts had reached the extreme, and now they dispersed all their cultivation bases, and even swallowed some pills, urged the boat, and whizzed forward at an extremely fast speed.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, his body's cultivation base revolved, and then the cold feeling dissipated. One of the three elders beside him hissed and roared at this moment.
"Don't look back, everyone, don't look back!"
"On Huangquan Road, don't look back, once you turn back, it's endless!"
The other people on the boat, there were a few people who wanted to look back subconsciously. After hearing the old man's words, they trembled immediately, and hurriedly sat up straight, not daring to look back.
When Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he felt the static void behind him, and there were bursts of whimpering, as if countless people were crying, faintly, and the surroundings were even colder, but after the light he could see, there were wisps of white. The mist, like hair, spreads from behind, swaying around.
"My way... The end can be..." A voice with a decadent aura, when it came again, it seemed to be closer.
In Meng Hao's eyes, a cold light gradually appeared. He stood at the bow of the boat. Although he did not look back, his aura became more and more serious.
The speed of the boat is getting faster and faster, but everything around it is already stationary. It seems that no matter how fast the boat is, it cannot escape the entanglement of the white thread, and this thread is spreading more and more around.
It seems that this boat is frozen in a picture, everything in the picture is still, so this boat, even if the three elders have tried their best, is actually still in this picture, motionless.
The decayed breath is getting closer, it seems that the ghost wheel in the mouth of the three old men is getting closer and closer.
The years of the boat began to accelerate, and even the people on the boat were shaking, as if the signs of vitality were withering.
The three elders are desperate.
In silence, Meng Hao lifted his right foot and stepped lightly towards the boat, and immediately his cultivation level burst into the boat. The boat banged and the surrounding splints exploded, but at the same time , But it broke out at an unprecedented speed, and went straight ahead with a roar, and left in an instant.
At such a high speed, it seems as if we are trying to break out of this still world, the three old men took a deep breath, there was hope in the look, and they cooperated fully, finally letting the boat, which seemed to be in the picture, begin to move forward, so that the still picture appeared to flow.
This is a kind of impetus formed by confronting the surrounding rules after reaching a certain speed. Nothing flows, and the stillness seems to be slowly broken. Seeing the speed of this flow is getting faster and faster, suddenly, Meng Hao's ear , Came a sigh.
"Haoer... These years, you can be well... In those days, your mother disagreed, it was for your father... You insist on doing this, don't blame her..." This is the voice of a middle-aged man, which contains endless love and love. When Meng Hao heard it, Meng Hao's body shook suddenly.
This voice remained in his memory, even though many years had passed, he still vaguely remembered that it was his father's voice!
Meng Hao was silent and didn't look back. While accelerating, the surrounding stillness and rapid flow, even the white hair around him, gradually moved back, like a boat about to get out of trouble.
But at this moment, another voice echoed in Meng Hao's ears.
"Haoer... Do you... Remember my mother... Turn around and let my mother take a look at you, for so many years... We have been missing you."
Meng Hao's body shook again, his head tilted slightly, his eyes revealed a complex meaning, after a few breaths, he did not turn his head, fully controlled the boat, the boat banged, and the tip of the boat rushed into it. It looks like a still picture outside.
And in front of Meng Hao, was the edge of the picture, he could rush out in the blink of an eye.
"In your heart, there is obsession." The voice came out again. This time, it was not the voice of his parents in his memory, but the vicissitudes of old voice with decay.
The voice also has the meaning of confusion, and it also seems to have endless obsession.
"On Huangquan Road, you are one of the many beings that the old man has met. Your obsession... The old man can be satisfied. When you look back, you will see the way your parents used to be."
Meng Hao's whole body repaired suddenly stopped, no longer pouring into the boat, but standing on the bow, in front of him is the edge of the picture, after stepping out, you can leave here.
He knew that once he turned his head, there would be an accident, but he was still shaken by these words.
No one heard the words that came into Meng Hao's ears, including the three elders. At this moment, everyone was trembling, as if lost, only Meng Hao had his own sobriety.
In his silence, he suddenly smiled, and his smile was free and easy, and with a will that seemed to be sublimated, he murmured.
"Turn your head, so why not."
"Cultivation for a lifetime, one cultivates the mind, follows the Tao, understands the truth, and practices the truth."
"If I dare not look back, how can I cultivate my heart." Meng Hao's eyes showed a sharp light, he simply turned around and looked behind him.
He saw it at a glance. Behind him, there were countless white silks. These white silks flicked lightly on the boat. They seemed to be entangled but not entangled. At the end of these hairs, there was a huge boat!
This boat is as big as a thousand feet in size, and it is filled with a sense of vicissitudes, as if it has not existed for many years, and it is more dilapidated, as if it has experienced the baptism of war.
On the bow of the boat, there was a figure sitting all over, wearing dark armor. He couldn't see clearly, but he could only faintly feel that the body of the armor had withered for years.
And this white silk is his hair!
When Meng Hao looked at him, he seemed to raise his head and glanced at Meng Hao.
The moment the two people looked at each other, Meng Hao's mind bounced, and then, for some reason, a scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. In that scene, there was a coffin with nine butterflies carved on it.
This coffin exists on an endless battlefield, and the colors around it are only black and white.
The picture appeared for a few breaths, and then disappeared instantly, Meng Hao was short of breath and suddenly woke up.
"His... Dao seed..." The old man in the armor spoke softly, his voice still hoarse, echoing slowly.
"For many years, all living beings, the old man has seen him almost countless kinds of Taoism... Only you, it seems that there is something different."
"Let's go." Wearing armor, sitting cross-legged on the boat, like an old man who will never stand up, with a touch of remembrance, when he spoke lightly, the white silk entwined on Meng Hao's boat slowly retracted. At the same time, the vicissitudes of life Qianzhang's warship slowly moved back, gradually illusory, as if to return to nothingness.
And the stillness around, also at this moment, slowly recovered.
Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Meng Hao suddenly spoke and said a word.
"What the predecessors promised has not been fulfilled yet!" As soon as Meng Hao's words came out, the surrounding stillness was restored, and in an instant it re-solidified. The old man's war boat also stopped for a moment, and the feeling of decay and vicissitudes was suddenly strong. Rich up.
On the boat, sitting cross-legged, the old man in armor gave Meng Hao a deep look.
This look seemed to contain the changes in the entire world, the alternation of time and time. When it came into Meng Hao's eyes, Meng Hao's mind roared again.
This time, the picture that appeared before his eyes was Daqingshan!
Outside the Daqingshan, the purple wind howled, and the mist rolled in, flooding the Daqingshan and gradually covering Yunjie County under the mountain.
In the county seat, the lights of each house went out instantly, but there was only one... The lights were flickering, and you could vaguely see the figure of a middle-aged man standing there by the window of this family.
I don't know what I'm thinking about, and then there are bursts of crying, coming from the house, through the gap between the doors and windows, you can see that it is the back of a woman, holding a child, crying.
The child's eyes are very smart, but at the moment there is a daze and puzzlement.
When the purple wind and purple mist flooded the entire Yunjie County, the sky was originally dark, but suddenly a purple sun appeared!
The purple sun, exuding indescribable pressure, only appeared in Yunjie County.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man was immediately covered by the purple mist and was immediately covered by the purple mist. Then, the woman wiped away her tears and looked back at the child deeply. When she turned around, Has gone out.
The moment she walked out, Meng Hao saw her clearly.
She was a very beautiful woman, with gentleness and tears at the moment. She seemed to be reluctant to give up, but she had no choice but to walk into the mist and stay in the house. For this scene, she was afraid, terrified, Lost, helpless child.
"Father..."
"Mother..." The child became more frightened, ran out, went into the mist, and shouted loudly.
"Father... Mother... Are you there, I'm afraid..." The child's voice was immature, with a vibrato, as if he was scared to the extreme for this scene. The surrounding wind was very cold, and the surrounding fog covered everything, but it couldn't stop the child. Call, in this mist, it spreads farther and farther.
The cry of the child was mixed with the call. When running, he fell, broke his knees, damaged his clothes, and his hair was messed up. When the tears fell, he just wanted to find his parents, but he didn’t notice. Behind him, in the mist, a black ghost claw stretched out instantly, went straight to the child's head, and grabbed it.