Volume 6 Famous Immortal Road of 9 Mountains Chapter 953 Chapter 6 Prohibition Completed!

Meng Hao looked proud as he followed the terracotta warriors to the top of the mountain. On the top of the mountain, he saw a huge stone wall with a half-moon carved on it.

The moment he saw the half-moon, Meng Hao's eyes shrank, and the shadow of the half-moon naturally appeared in his mind.

This stone wall could not be taken away or branded. It seemed that one could only look at it, and it would be engraved in his heart with just one glance, but Meng Hao realized that he seemed to only remember it for nine days.

After nine days, the image of the half-moon would disappear and could not be remembered.

"Is this the Dark Moon... Need to see all nine mountains within nine days?" Meng Hao smiled. This was difficult for others, but it was very simple for him.

"It is indeed my blessed land." Meng Hao sighed and patted the terracotta warriors. Immediately, the terracotta warriors ran straight down the mountain and went to the second mountain.

Jiu Ming Mountain, since the first generation of the ancestors created it in his later years, has never been like this. As Meng Hao moved forward, everything that could be looted was put into the storage bag.

All obstacles and beasts were crushed in front of him...

Even the guardians of the mountaintops were frightened after seeing the terracotta warriors, and dared not show up, allowing Meng Hao to pass the second mountain and the third mountain...

Meng Hao didn't remember how many inheritances and magics he had obtained, and he didn't have time to sort them out. He immediately collected everything that could be put into the storage bag.

"A blessed land!"

"These may be exchanged for a lot of good things in the family after going out." Meng Hao became more and more excited. Here, he felt a sense of getting rich for the first time.

This feeling made him excited, and he rushed through the fourth mountain and the fifth mountain.

All the half-moon murals on the stone wall on the top of the mountain were imprinted in Meng Hao's mind, becoming clearer and clearer. Faintly, there seemed to be a strong pressure, following the imprint in his mind. Spread out of his body.

Time passed day by day, and after three days. Meng Hao came to the eighth mountain.

At this moment, near the top of the mountain, there was an old man in black, who was trembling with fear. He held a jade slip in his hand. In the past three days, he observed the jade slip from time to time and clearly saw the light spot representing Meng Hao appear near Jiuming Mountain where he was.

When he realized that Meng Hao chose the first mountain,

he breathed a sigh of relief. There was still a sneer in his heart, thinking that the other party might not dare to go to the mountain where he was, and wanted to avoid it. He was also thinking whether he should go back to find him.

But soon, this idea was completely shattered. Because he was shocked to see that the other party actually only took a few hours to... directly break through the first mountain.

Then, in three days, he watched the other party break through the first mountain and come to the eighth mountain where he was. This scene made his scalp explode and his head buzz constantly. In fear, he wished he could break through this mountain immediately and escape quickly.

He didn't know how the other party got there, which was not important, because no matter what method he used, once he met the other party here, he would definitely die.

"What should I do, what should I do..." When the old man in black saw the jade slip. Meng Hao's light spot appeared on his eighth mountain, and approached him at a terrifying speed. The old man's breathing became rapid and panicked.

In just a few hours, he saw... Meng Hao, who was roaring and rushing from the bottom of the mountain, and... the terracotta warriors under Meng Hao. There was also the terrifying aura from the terracotta warriors that made him speechless.

"The aura of the Supreme Quasi Dao!!"

"This... this..." The old man suddenly understood everything at this moment, especially because he found this statue very familiar. When he suddenly remembered the origin of this statue, his legs softened, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his whole body.

He breathed rapidly, and his mind was full of thoughts. After a breath, when Meng Hao and the terracotta warriors arrived, the old man took a deep breath, his expression suddenly became very serious, and he bowed deeply to Meng Hao with his fists clasped.

"I am Fang Daohong, and I am here to greet Master Hao!"

"Master, you must be surprised to see me here. It was the despicable Fang Xiushan who made a promise to me and asked me to come here to kill you, but Fang Xiushan didn't know that. I am upright and have always admired Master Fang Xiufeng. How could I help that villain Fang Xiushan!"

"So, I promised Fang Xiushan, but my real purpose is to protect you, Master Hao... That, when you were a child, I held you in my arms..." The old man spoke quickly.

At the moment when the old man's words came out, the terracotta warrior had already stepped forward and appeared in front of the old man. The ten-foot-tall body was not huge, but there was a certain sense of oppression, especially the quasi-Dao aura from the terracotta warrior, which made the old man tremble, swallow his saliva, and force a smile, making himself as harmless as possible.

Meng Hao sat on the terracotta warrior and looked down at the old man.

"Did you hold me when I was a child?" Meng Hao asked calmly.

"Yes, yes, Master Hao, I really held you in my arms. You were very cute when you were a child, and you looked very beautiful..." The old man nodded quickly. He rarely said flattering words, but he spoke at this moment.

Meng Hao looked thoughtful, glanced at the old man, and nodded.

"Okay, in this case, you will first drop your cultivation to the fairyland, and I will leave the restrictions. From now on, you will listen to my arrangements." As soon as Meng Hao's words came out, the old man was shocked, but before he could refuse, the aura of the terracotta warriors was like a mountain, pressing on him. The feeling of life and death crisis made the old man pale and sweat.

He cursed Fang Xiushan madly in his heart. His hatred for Fang Xiushan had reached an indescribable level, and he was even more bitter and deeply regretful.

Especially when he saw the cold light in Meng Hao's eyes, his heart trembled, he was silent for a moment, sighed, raised his right hand without hesitation, and slammed it directly to his chest.

When the blood spurted out, the meridians in his body were broken, and his cultivation fell from the extinguished light to the peak of the fairyland.

Meng Hao was unmoved. Now that there were terracotta warriors, this person would be like this. If Meng Hao was here without the protection of terracotta warriors, then this old man would definitely have a cold face and would not hesitate to kill him.

For the enemy, Meng Hao would not have the slightest mercy. Not taking the old man's life directly was already merciful.

Seeing the old man's cultivation fall, Meng Hao raised his right hand, and the sixth ban of the demon seal was launched. Immediately, two kinds of black and white auras appeared around his right hand. Under the two auras, Meng Hao's face was also reflected in black and white, which gave people a weird feeling.

The old man's scalp was numb, and the black and white auras made him tremble with fear again.

"Master Hao... what is this restriction?" The old man hesitated and asked carefully.

"It is a restriction that I accidentally learned a few days ago. I am still getting familiar with it, but don't worry, I have a certain degree of confidence this time. The lower your cultivation, the greater the possibility of success." Meng Hao glanced at the old man, and as soon as he finished speaking, the old man's face changed.

"Just learned it a few days ago? Still getting familiar with it? Are you sure this time?" The old man's forehead was sweating more. He strongly felt that the weirdness of the black and white auras seemed to suck his soul in. He even had a premonition that if the other party's restriction failed, then he would die miserably.

Seeing that Meng Hao was about to point at him, the old man immediately raised his hand and shouted.

"Wait..." He said, stepping back a few steps. At the same time, the right hand of the terracotta warrior suddenly raised, and the murderous aura of the sword in his hand was revealed, which made the old man's footsteps pause immediately.

His face was pale, and he gritted his teeth. He continuously hit his chest with his right hand, spurting out mouthfuls of blood, which seriously injured him. His cultivation fell to the fairyland, comparable to the realm of asking for the way. Then he put down his hand, his face was pale, and he looked at Meng Hao with a bitter smile.

This fierceness made Meng Hao look at the old man more. He immediately pointed with his right hand, and the black and white qi flew out instantly and drilled directly into the old man's body. At the moment of drilling, the old man's body trembled violently and let out a shrill scream. At the same time, gray runes continued to appear on his body. These runes seemed to grow out of his body and move under his skin.

Meng Hao stared at the old man. This time he used the sixth prohibition and changed the method. If it still didn't work, he would try other ways.

As time passed, the old man's screams became weaker and weaker. After an incense stick, the old man's body suddenly stiffened, and the runes on his body disappeared, except for a new rune on his forehead. With a bang, the rune flew out of the old man's forehead and merged into Meng Hao's body in an instant.

At this moment, Meng Hao felt a warm current in his body, and then a little man appeared in his mind. The little man looked exactly like the old man Fang Daohong.

"Did it work?" Meng Hao was also stunned. He had tried many times, but this was the first time he succeeded.

Fang Daohong was also stunned for a moment, and quickly got up. The pain that had made him feel so painful just now was now gone. He blinked and moved his body, but he didn't feel anything different from before.

"Young Master, you... you succeeded?" He asked uncertainly.

Meng Hao frowned, looking at the villain in his mind, and imagined himself slapping the other person. As soon as this thought came to him, Fang Daohong screamed, as if he was swept by an invisible slap, and blood spurted out directly. When he got up, he looked horrified and looked around fiercely.

Meng Hao's eyes lit up, and he imagined that the other person was struck by lightning.

Silently, but Fang Daohong screamed again, he felt that he was struck by an invisible thunder.

Meng Hao's eyes brightened, and he imagined being burned, flooded, trampled, and pressed down by a mountain...

Fang Daohong screamed, his hair was burnt, his body was wet, and his whole body was bruised. In the end, he lay on the ground as if he was pressed down by a mountain. All these things made him look at Meng Hao with fear. He knew many similar restrictions, but never one that was so terrifying and incredible.

He had a feeling... that he was going to be played to death by the other party.

"Is this the sixth prohibition...the prohibition of life and death, complete control!" Meng Hao took a deep breath and smiled.

This smile made Fang Daohong shiver, feeling extremely aggrieved. Thinking of his own grievances, he hated Fang Xiushan to the core!

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