Many years later, the monks from various sects outside the basin of the Rebirth Cave still cannot forget the scene that year.

In their memories, a meteor burst out of the fog in the basin. The meteor seemed to be burning, releasing a shocking flame and emitting a light that would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

In that flame and light, there was Meng Hao.

A disciple of the Ziyun Sect, the third master of Danding in the Southern Territory, the owner of the Tailing Sutra, and the inheritor of the Blood Immortal. Any one of these will be famous no matter which monk falls on him.

And if they all belong to one person, then that person...can become a legend in the Southern Region.

And Meng Hao has undoubtedly become a legend. Even though his cultivation level is not high, even though he has not been in the Southern Territory for a long time, nothing can stop his light. From this day on, he shines like the sun!

No one could forget that outside the meteor, a huge Kunpeng was outlined in the nothingness. This Kunpeng beast, as if Meng Hao inside it had become the core, rushed out of the basin and passed outside the basin. The monks from various sects below were just...

Can look up.

They watched Meng Hao rush out of the basin, break out of the blockade of more than a dozen Yuanying monks from the Ji family, and the Li family, and directly smash through the surrounding seals, causing the seals to become fragments. After the layers collapsed, this

Meteor, this Kunpeng, rushes out of the sky and the earth!

It disappeared thousands of miles away, disappeared within the scope of the Rebirth Cave, and disappeared into the horizon.

Then, in a void whirlpool, he completely disappeared.

The monks of the Purple Luck Sect, including the two Spirit-Slaying Ancestors, all stared at the horizon, watching Meng Hao disappear. The moment they saw Meng Hao leave safely with their own eyes, they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Wu Dingqiu was standing by, with a complicated look on his face and some emotion in his heart. He thought of Meng Hao who was in Zhao State back then, and the scene when he saw him for the first time, holding an iron gun.

It was like a dream. When Wu Dingqiu thought about it now, he still felt that he couldn't believe it.

Old Monster Song also looked at the sky with the same emotion as Wu Dingqiu.

Next to her, Song Jia had returned a long time ago. She was silent, looking at the sky. The resentment in her eyebrows seemed to be unable to go away, and she looked at her husband in name. But in fact, the two of them never said a word from the beginning to the end.

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Ancestor Ziluo was also silent. He shook his head with a wry smile. The Qingluo Sect was very familiar with Meng Hao. The scenes in the ancient blessed land made him extremely disgusted to recognize the master. All of this made the Qingluo Sect and Meng Hao,

It became a dead end.

But he never expected that after Meng Hao transformed into Fang Mu, he would dare to walk into the Qingluo Sect so arrogantly, and fight with the alchemists in the Qingluo Sect, and even make alchemy for them.

All of this, when I think about it now, is extremely unreal. Even he feels admiration from the bottom of his heart.

The Yi Jian Sect, the Jin Han Sect, and the Wang family all have different expressions at this moment. Fortunately, Wang Tengfei is no longer here, otherwise, his complexity will drown him like a tide.

Over the years, the five sects and three tribes in the Southern Territory have become familiar with each other unconsciously, either with Fang Mu or with Meng Hao.

Han Bei sighed softly. Meng Hao and Fang Mu in her mind gradually overlapped and turned into a very deep image in her memory. This image was dressed in a red robe and mask, but looked up to the sky and smiled.

The lonely figure echoes with the sound.

Wang Youcai was silent. He thought of Daqingshan and Yunjie County.

Chu Yuyan bit her lower lip. She couldn't tell what she was thinking. At the moment, she felt tingling, melancholy, and even more lost, as if she had lost something all of a sudden and couldn't catch it.

Ye Feimu lowered his head and did not look at the sky, but there was a persistent light in his eyes. He believed that Meng Hao would definitely rise in other places, but he could not relax at all here.

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 his junior junior brother. The paths of the two of them had actually branched off into two different directions since the separation of the Patron Sect.

Deep down in his heart, he suddenly envied Meng Hao, not for his identity, but for his life, which was... much more exciting than his own.

"Maybe, this is the monk..." Chen Fan murmured.

A strange light bloomed in Li Shiqi's eyes, and she thought of what the most mysterious ancestor from the sect said to her before her trip.

"Will we meet again?" Li Shiqi smiled slightly.

"We will definitely meet again." Xu Qing looked into the distance and murmured firmly in her heart. Her personality was simple, her appearance was cold and cold, she was not smart, but her persistence was stronger than that of others.

Too many.

This persistence has become a promise.

"I'll wait for you..." Xu Qing said softly from the bottom of her heart.

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The Tianhe Sea divides the southern land into the northeast and southwest.

The Tang Dynasty in the East, Qiang Flute in the North Desert, heroes in the South, and totems in the West Desert.

Compared with the strength of the Tang Dynasty in the East, the wildness of the Qiang Flute in the North Desert, and the rise of heroes in the South, the West Desert, a region with many names such as Western Barbarians and Western Demons, is actually synonymous with madness.

Chaos is the only situation in the Western Desert. In the Western Desert, there are no sects, but only tribes one after another. The tribes are alliances and form big forces.

Because of the barrenness, the scarcity of resources, the cruelty of the environment and the harshness of the world, the monks in the Western Desert were cruel to kill and cultivate the power of totem, hoping that one day they could take over the Southern Territory.

The two wars with the Southern Region resulted in the existence of a powerful seal between the two regions, blocking communication. Only in that area that could not be sealed, Motu was formed, becoming the only passage to the southwest.

The Motu formed by various opportunities does not belong to the Southern Region or the Western Desert. It is freer and more cruel here.

The barrenness of Motu, as well as the richness of some areas, have made the polarization here extremely serious, and the frequent killings have made this land seem to contain the smell of blood.

At this moment, about a day's journey from the junction of the Southern Territory and Motu, on a plain overgrown with weeds, a stage of vortex suddenly appeared.

This vortex appeared silently in mid-air like a big black mouth. It was noon now, and a desolate wind was blowing around, causing the weeds to sway and make a rustling sound.

This sudden whirlpool naturally did not attract anyone's attention. In this large area in all directions, few monks from the Southern Region came.

Soon, a figure walked out of the black whirlpool. After the figure walked out, it seemed to stagger a few steps. When he turned back, a head of white hair was blowing in the wind.

On the center of the eyebrow, there is a diamond-shaped mark, which looks like scales or feathers.

He is none other than Meng Hao.

After using the power of Kunpeng to rush out, Meng Hao unfolded the Ruyi Seal and teleported from outside the scope of the Cave of Rebirth. When he appeared, he was here.

Meng Hao stood silently in mid-air, watching the vortex disappear, with a look of confusion on his face. The surroundings were quiet, except for the sound of the wind, there was nothing else.

After a long while, Meng Hao lowered his head, took out the jade slip and looked at it intently. After confirming his position, he sighed softly and bowed deeply in the direction of the Ziyun Sect.

After this prayer, Meng Hao stood up after several breaths. When he raised his head, the confusion in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by determination.

"I have been at ease in the Ziyun Sect for nearly ten years, and I have almost forgotten the life of practicing alone outside." Meng Hao murmured calmly, waved his right hand, and a purple seed flew out, and after falling to the ground, the ground rumbled.

Vibrating, thick vines flew up instantly and surrounded Meng Hao.

Meng Hao sat cross-legged on one of the canes, his eyes flashed, and after sending his thoughts, the cane suddenly flew up from the ground, carrying Meng Hao straight towards the black soil ahead.

Meng Hao closed his eyes. He wanted to leave the Southern Territory as soon as possible without any delay. However, although his cultivation was stable now, his injuries were very serious. Although his vitality and longevity were restored under the scale-like feathers,

But there was only less than a dozen left.

Meng Hao really didn't want to waste it unless he had to.

"We need to enter Motu as soon as possible, and find an area to heal our wounds there... I don't know how long it will take for the Ji family members to come after me." Meng Hao looked calm, sitting cross-legged on the cane, letting the cane spread out at full speed.

, to facilitate Meng Hao’s healing.

He patted the storage bag and took out a bronze mirror. After looking at it carefully, he put it away.

"The moment I successfully formed the pill, I had a vague feeling that as long as I calmed down and integrated into the mirror, I could awaken the mirror spirit... Unfortunately, the situation was critical at that time." Meng Hao was silent. He didn't know what would happen if the spirit spirit appeared.

No matter what the accident, this is not the time to meditate and communicate with the spirit. You need to heal with all your heart.

On the way, he took out Ji Hongdong's storage bag and took a look. There was a rune seal on it. Meng Hao did not try to open it easily. Instead, he thought for a moment and put it away again. 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 for a while, Meng Hao closed his eyes and continued to heal his wounds.

At dusk the next day, without any surprises, Meng Hao's cane led him into the area of ​​Motu. This area was easy to identify. The ground was black, and most of the plants growing there were black.

Therefore, this place is called ink.

But the moment Meng Hao stepped into this black soil, the ancient voice of the Demon Sealing Ancient Jade suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The Immortal of Nine Mountains, the pinnacle of a stroke, the talisman of all living beings, collapses the sky... This power melts the earth, transforms death, and absorbs demon life. This place...can practice...the art of sealing the right!"

Meng Hao was shocked and opened his eyes suddenly.

The moment he opened his eyes, he took out the ancient jade of sealing demons. The moment he touched the jade, a cold breath flowed along his fingers and merged into his mind, turning into a mantra and forming a formula to seal demons.

A lineage of unique magical powers!

Feng Zhengshu, sealing all things into monsters!

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