I Shall Seal the Heavens

As soon as the voice appeared, the hairs all over Meng Hao's body instantly stood up, and an indescribable feeling suddenly filled his body, as if a pair of cold, weathered hands had touched his neck gently.

There was an aura of decay that filled all directions, even...the boat they were on seemed to be speeding up the passage of time at this moment. In the blink of an eye, it seemed like thousands of years had passed.

As for the people on the boat, their faces were pale and their bodies were trembling, showing unprecedented fear. Even if they didn't know what Huangquan Youlun was before, the weirdness of this scene made them immediately understand that this was a life and death crisis!

As for the three old men, the fear in their hearts had reached the extreme. Now they dispersed all their cultivation, and even swallowed some pills, urging the boat to roar forward at an extremely fast speed.

Meng Hao took a deep breath and started working on his cultivation. Only then did the cold feeling dissipate. One of the three elders beside him roared loudly at this moment.

"Don't look back, everyone, don't look back!"

"On the road to hell, don't look back. Once you look back, there is no end!"

A few of the other people on the boat subconsciously wanted to look back. After hearing the old man's words, they all immediately trembled and sat up straight, not daring to look back.

When Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he felt the sound of sobbing coming from the still void behind him, as if countless people were crying. Faintly, the surroundings were even colder, but from the corner of his eye, he could see wisps of white. Threads of mist, like hair, spread from behind and swayed around.

"My way...the end is..." A voice with a rotten atmosphere. When it comes again. Seems closer.

In Meng Hao's eyes. Gradually showing his cold and stern look, he stood on the bow of the ship. Although he did not look back, his aura became more and more solemn.

The speed of the boat is getting faster and faster, but everything around it has stopped, as if the speed of the boat is even faster. There is no way to escape from the entanglement of white silk threads, and these threads are spreading more and more all around.

It was as if the boat was frozen in a picture, and everything in the picture was still. Therefore, even though the three elders had tried their best, the boat was actually still motionless in the picture.

The smell of decay. Getting closer and closer, it seems like the Youlun mentioned by the three elders. It's getting closer.

The passage of time on the boat began to accelerate, and even everyone on the boat was trembling, as if their vitality was withering.

The three elders were desperate.

In silence, Meng Hao raised his right foot and stepped lightly towards the boat. Immediately, his cultivation suddenly poured into the boat. The boat made a bang and some of the plywood around it exploded. But at the same time, , but it burst out at an unprecedented speed. With a roar, it rushed straight ahead and disappeared in an instant.

The speed was so fast, as if he was trying to escape from this static world. The three elders took a deep breath, with hope in their expressions, and cooperated with their full strength. Finally, the boat that seemed to be in the picture began to move forward, causing the still pictures around it to appear. flowed.

This is a kind of push formed after the speed reaches a certain level, fighting against the rules around it. Nothingness flows, and the stillness seems to be slowly broken. When he sees that the speed of the flow is getting faster and faster, suddenly, Meng Hao's ear , there was a sigh.

"Hao'er... how have you been doing well these years... Back then, your mother didn't agree because of your father... who insisted on it, don't blame her..." This was the voice of a middle-aged man, containing endless love. , when it reached Meng Hao’s ears, Meng Hao’s body shook violently.

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 remained silent and did not look back. As he accelerated, the surroundings were still and flowing rapidly. Even the white hair around them gradually moved back, as if a boat was about to escape from a trap.

But at this moment, another voice echoed in Meng Hao's ears.

"Hao'er... do you... still remember my mother? Go back and let your mother take a look at you. We have been missing you for so many years..."

Meng Hao's body shook again, and his head tilted slightly, with complicated meanings in his eyes. After a few breaths, he did not look back, and controlled the boat with all his strength. With a roar, the tip of the boat rushed into the It's like a still frame.

In front of Meng Hao was the edge of the screen. In the blink of an eye, he could rush out.

"You have obsession deep down in your heart." The voice came out again. This time, it was not the voice of his parents in his memory, but the old voice with vicissitudes of life and decay.

The voice also sounded confused and seemed to be filled with endless obsession.

"On the road to hell, you are one of the countless living beings I met. Your obsession...I can satisfy you. When you look back, you will see what your parents used to be."

Meng Hao's cultivation suddenly stopped. He no longer poured into the boat, but stood at the bow. In front of him was the edge of the screen. After stepping out, he could escape from this place.

He knew clearly that something unexpected would happen if he turned back, but he was still shocked by these words.

No one heard the words that reached Meng Hao's ears. Everyone, including the three elders, were trembling at this moment, as if they had lost their minds. Only Meng Hao had his own clarity.

In his silence, he suddenly smiled. There was a free and easy smile in that smile, and there was a will that seemed to be sublimated, and he murmured.

"It doesn't matter if you turn your head."

"Practice your whole life, cultivate your heart, follow the path, understand the principles, and act truthfully."

"If I dare not look back, how can I cultivate my mind." Meng Hao's eyes flashed brightly, and he simply turned around and looked behind him.

He saw at a glance that there were countless white strands behind him. These white strands were gently brushing on the boat, seeming to be entangled but not entangled. At the end of these hair strands, there was a huge boat!

This boat is as big as a thousand feet, and it is filled with a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if it has existed for countless years, and it is even more broken, as if it has experienced the baptism of war.

On the bow of the boat, there was a figure sitting, wearing pitch-black armor all over his body. He couldn't see clearly, but he could only vaguely feel that the body of the armor had withered for an unknown number of 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 as well.

The moment the two people looked at each other, Meng Hao heard a bang in his mind. 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 surrounding colors are monotonous, only black and white.

The image only appeared for a few breaths and then dissipated in an instant. Meng Hao breathed rapidly and suddenly woke up.

"His... Tao seed..." The old man in the armor spoke softly, his voice still hoarse and echoing slowly.

"Over the years, I have seen almost countless Tao seeds among all living beings...but you seem to be a little different here."

"Let's go." The old man, wearing armor and sitting cross-legged on the boat, as if he would never stand up for eternity, spoke lightly with a hint of recollection. The white silk wrapped around Meng Haozhou's boat was slowly retracted. At the same time, the vicissitudes of life The thousand-foot war boat also slowly moved back, gradually becoming illusory, as if it was about to return to nothingness.

And the stillness around him slowly recovered at this moment.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Meng Hao suddenly spoke and said something.

"Senior's promise has not been fulfilled yet!" As soon as Meng Hao said these words, the stillness that was returning to the surroundings suddenly solidified again. The war boat where the old man was sitting also stopped again in an instant. The feeling of decay and vicissitudes of life suddenly became strong. Intensify.

On the boat, an old man in armor sitting cross-legged looked at Meng Hao deeply.

This glance seemed to contain the changes in the entire world and the alternation of time and years. When it reflected in Meng Hao's eyes, Meng Hao's mind roared again.

This time, the picture that appeared before his eyes was Da Qingshan!

Outside Daqing Mountain, the purple wind howled, and the mist rolled in, flooding Daqing Mountain and gradually covering Yunjie County below the mountain.

In the county town, the lights of every house were extinguished, except for one... The lights were flickering, and you could vaguely see the figure of a middle-aged man standing by the window of this house.

I don't know what I was thinking about, and then bursts of crying came from the house. Through the gap in the door and window, I could see the back of a woman, holding a child in her arms, shedding tears.

The child's eyes are very smart, but at this moment they are confused and confused.

When the purple wind blew purple fog and flooded the entire Yunjie County, a purple sun suddenly appeared in the sky, which was originally dark night!

The purple sun exudes indescribable pressure, appearing only in Yunjie County.

At this moment, the door opened, and the middle-aged man had just revealed his figure, but was immediately covered by the purple mist, and walked into the mist. Immediately afterwards, the woman wiped away her tears, looked back and took a deep look at the child, and when she turned around, Already walked out.

The moment he walked out, Meng Hao saw her appearance clearly.

That is a very beautiful woman, with tenderness, and tears at the moment. She seems to be reluctant to leave, but she has no choice but to walk into the mist and stay in the house. For this scene, she is afraid, afraid, Confused, helpless children.

"father……"

"Mom..." The child became more and more frightened, ran out, entered the mist, and shouted loudly.

"Dad...Mom...you are there, I'm scared..." The child's voice was tender and trembling, as if he was extremely afraid of this scene. The wind around was very cold, and the fog around him covered everything, but blocked everything. The child's call could not be heard, spreading farther and farther in the mist.

The child's crying voice was mixed with the call. While running, he fell, broke his knees, torn his clothes, his hair was messed up, and when his tears fell, he just wanted to find his parents, but he didn't notice that under his Behind him, in the mist, a black ghost claw stretched out instantly, went straight to the child's head, and grabbed it. (To be continued...) ()