I Shall Seal the Heavens Chapter 520: I never knew the cold year

Forty years have passed, and some people still remember Meng Hao, but more people may remember that there was a person with a picture of 800,000 demon group outside the monk.

But Meng Hao looks vague.

As time goes by, it seems that Meng Hao has been forgotten.

Actually, he did, too. The whole Western Desert purple sea can't be seen, because after more years ago, he has already sunk to the bottom of the purple sea.

On the land of the former Western Desert, meditate with your knees, this is the practice for many years.

No motion, no breathing, no signs of life, on the dark bottom of the sea, a person meditates in isolation.

The meaning of extinction around has become more and more slight, even if you don't feel it carefully, you can't detect the existence. At the same time, the little vitality in Meng Hao's body is gradually reduced until it becomes a trace. To maintain life.

That's it. Twenty years have passed.

From Meng Hao, the enlightenment Purple Sea has been full of years and time. outside world has forgotten too much for him here, even in the Golden Crow Black Dragon department. For Meng Hao, those who were outside the year and entered Most of the tribe and the born tribe took the story of Meng Hao as an exaggerated legend.

Especially between the members of the Black Dragon tribe and the Golden Crow ministry, some friction has gradually appeared, but under the strong suppression of Xu Bai, this has reduced the number of signs.

After all, these two tribes are not the same. Under the pressure of outside world, the Black Dragon department was mainly Golden Crow, linked together, but now it looks like Changhai, and the ambition of the Black Dragon department is slowly waking up.

Until a few years have passed, deep in the purple sea of ​​Western Desert. On this day, sitting cross-legged there, motionless Meng Hao, suddenly opened both eyes.

When both eyes just opened, he was a little dazed. After a long time, it gradually became weak.

"For many years ..." Meng Hao looked at the dark underwater world, and muttered softly in silence.

"But I still didn't fully understand the death of the Purple Sea. Although the meaning of extinction is slight, it can still be there, and it will not completely disappear in a day. It is always like Barrier Wall, letting me and the Purple Sea , Without Dharma Idol blended together.

Although there is only a trace of vitality in my body, as long as there is a slight vitality, extinction will not disappear.

Are you really ... dying once! Meng Hao slowly raised his head. The same blackness above looks at, thoughtless, and sometimes, around him, strands of ghosts appeared. These ghosts have been awake more and more in these sixty years. Heaven and Earth, in sea water, there are many, many.

The ghosts are walking away from Meng Hao. There is no aggression to him here, as if not visible, as if in their judgment. Meng Hao, like them, has no vitality.

Meng Hao looks at The dark sea water, in his mind, the parents' fuzzy figure gradually emerged as a child. Vaguely, he saw the picture of reading in front of his window. There are also regrets that the scientific examinations have failed several times, and on Mount Daqing, the step that I took out that changed my life.

Reliance Sect, blood fairy legacy. the Violet Fate Sect, Black Lands ... Until Western Desert, everything in the past resounded in the mind of Meng Hao. It was a long, long time. Meng Hao had forgotten, and it was almost a century since I met Xu Qing in Mount Daqing.

Hundred years have passed, so Meng Hao is too late to remember, and it's over, mortal life.

Gradually, the cigarette money in Meng Hao seems to have emerged in this life. Everyone who sees it, no matter the enemy, no matter friends, those figures appear in front of him. Vaguely, they can see themselves. With these people, there is a karma line in the midst.

For a while, Meng Hao smiled suddenly. In his smile, a sudden decisiveness appeared in his eyes.

Since you have chosen this path, you must go on unswervingly. What you are seeking is nothing but wealth and wealth!

Meng Hao closed his eyes. At the moment when his eyes were closed, he didn't hesitate any more, and directly crushed the last vitality in his body!

Do not break or stand, there is no death, where will there be rebirth!

At this moment when vitality is broken and disappeared, Meng Hao's body seems to have a silent rumbled echo at this moment. His vitality completely disappears, there is no trace of existence, the fire of life is completely extinguished instantly, the whole person ... …death!

This is real death, without any vitality, without any intelligence, without any breath, without any perception, such as being buried in the depths of this purple sea.

At the moment of his death, around him, in this time of armor, the Barrier Wall transformed into the extinction meaning that prevented him from merging with the purple sea, disappeared instantly without trace.

There is no obstruction anymore. It seems that Meng Hao like this has agreed with him, thinking that he ... like Zihai, is a deadly existence.

Without the extinct Barrier Wall, the body of Meng Hao was immediately shrouded by the thick Death Qi from the entire Western Desert Purple Sea. It was drilled in along his body, and then drilled out after swimming inside him. Come and go, cycle by cycle.

Meng Hao has no consciousness, as if the whole person and this world are cut off, and there is no connection anymore. He forgets the world and the world forgets him.

Only the intense death in this purple sea, can I remember Meng Hao, continually condensed around him, and constantly integrated into his body, until one day, all the pale flesh and blood of his body became gray, After becoming Death Qi, he ... has become one with this purple sea.

His internal organs, all parts of his body, everything, are fused with the purple sea.

He became the Purple Sea.

But Zihai hasn't become him yet.

Until time, again.

One year, five years, ten years ... until thirty years have passed. It has been more than ninety years since the Meng Hao enlightenment purple rain began.

Until this time, the sky of Western Desert earth, the endless hundred years of purple rain, finally showed signs of stopping, the rain was getting less and less, until another year later, purple rain ... stopped.

The sky is still dim, but the rain has finally stopped. Although it is not thorough, it may continue occasionally, but on the whole, the purple rain has passed completely.

When the purple rain stopped, the entire Western Desert purple sea suddenly changed on this day. On the sea, under the sea, all the ghosts that existed here, on this day, at this moment, were all still, Becoming quieter, looking more dazed, as if listening.

This listening is three months.

Three months later, everything is back to normal, but no one notices that this purple sea seems ... something different.

As if every wave of this sea, every time the waves rolled up, it seemed to carry a trace of Will.

This Will comes from Meng Hao!

But Meng Hao did n’t know it. He remembered when he was awake, he did n’t remember who he was, he could n’t remember everything in his memory, but he only remembered that at the moment of waking, he became a purple sea.

He is the Purple Sea.

The purple sea is him too.

His looks at entire Heaven and Earth, forgetting the passing of time, he saw the rain stopped, until there was no rain drop at all, he saw a young man in black in the depths of the purple sea, Meditating cross-legged.

The moment he saw this young man, the young man also noticed Meng Hao, and his look suddenly changed, revealing unbelievable and shocking, and even his body was trembling, without hesitation, in the puzzle of Meng Hao, The body slammed into a black bat and fled in panic at an indescribable speed.

Every time Meng Hao looks at him, he can feel the person's trembling and strong indescribable fear. The speed of escape is endless.

Meng Hao was very puzzled. He retracted his eyes, and the looks at world was in a daze until he saw it on the sea and began to see cultivator. They tried to fly on the purple sea of ​​Western Desert to capture those ghosts.

Here, Meng Hao can see clearly. Even he saw that cultivator was involved in the sea, and he lost his life for a moment.

Meng Hao's bewildered looks at all this, until more and more cultivator appeared between Heaven and Earth, they were careful not to touch the sea, but to divine ability magical technique, after looking for some island peaks that were not completely submerged, Around the mountain peaks, cities were built everywhere.

It's a city, but it's more like a square city.

The entire Western Desert Purple Sea, ten such cities have been built.

Meng Hao watched them. Even when a ray of consciousness rose, the sea surface was violent, and several big waves suddenly appeared, submerging a city under construction.

With the appearance of Fangshi, more and more cultivator entered the sky of the Western Desert sea, and carefully captured the ghost ...

Meng Hao has always been looks at. Gradually he feels a bit boring, and slowly goes silent, the years pass ... I don't know how long it has passed.

If no one is disturbing, if there is no accident, maybe Meng Hao will always exist in this way. Until ten thousand years later, when the purple sea disappears, his consciousness will return to the body. When the purple sea dissipates, it is to let When it comes out again.

He doesn't know. At this moment, he looks like an epiphany, but in fact, this state, this state, in ancient times, was called ...

Give up your Fleshly Body, give up your cultivation base, and smash your consciousness, then wake up with another life form, forget everything that passed, and become the Heaven and Earth monster.

With the past, cut off.

There are no years in the sea, and the cold is unknown for years.

Meng Hao saw many people and appeared in front of him. An old man wearing a white robe, exuding Danxiang, Xianfengdao bone, and kind-hearted man, appeared in this purple one day in a certain year. maritime.

His looks at sea, Meng Hao and his looks at. In this old man, Meng Hao found a ray of familiarity, very familiar ...

The old man silently in midair, watching the sea for three months, until he sighed.

"My disciple, are you ... in the demon ..." He shook his head, with a hint of complexity, and turned away.

Meng Hao sits cross-legged on the bottom of the corpse. At this moment, reacted slightly, he is even more confused.