Volume 6: The Famous Immortal Road of the Nine Mountains Chapter 951: The Sealed Demon Reappears!

In the past, when the tribesmen came here, they would worship respectfully after seeing the stone sculptures and coffins, and never thought of taking the tributes.

Meng Hao was the first one.

He looked solemn, and after a respectful worship, he threw his sleeves and walked to the tribute with an attitude of serving the ancestor wholeheartedly, without feeling shameless at all.

Looking at the fairy jade that was as big as a baby's head, Meng Hao sighed.

"Ancestor, those tribesmen who came here before me were really unfilial. They actually let the fairy jade get so dusty and left it there for so many years. It was really too much!"

"Too much!" Meng Hao seemed angry, and quickly bent down and picked up the fairy jade. Almost at the moment he picked up the fairy jade, the three magic weapons enshrined here suddenly emitted aura.

Meng Hao was unmoved and didn't even look at the three magic weapons. With his personality, he dared to take away treasures in front of the will of the Immortal Pavilion in the Immortal Ruins. How could he be afraid of the aura of these three magic weapons?

After taking away the fairy jade at the fastest speed, Meng Hao took out a fairy jade the size of a fingernail and gently placed it on the tribute platform.

"Ancestor, look, this fairy jade of mine is so crystal clear, so beautiful, and spotless. Only such a fairy jade is worthy of the identity of the ancestor." Meng Hao coughed dryly, his eyes glowed, and his right hand grabbed several top-grade spirit stones on the side.

At this moment, the aura of the three magic weapons burst out, and a pressure suddenly descended.

"Get out of the way, I am a member of the Fang family, with family blood, I came to sweep the tomb of the ancestor to replace the tribute, you magic weapon spirits, dare to stop me?" Meng Hao's eyes widened. He roared immediately, and when the voice came out, the aura of the three magic weapons paused.

At the moment they paused, Meng Hao had already used the fastest speed to directly put those top-grade spirit stones into the storage bag.

"Too much, these spirit stones are all dust. As a junior of the family, I cannot tolerate this!" Meng Hao took out a low-grade spirit stone the size of a fingernail from the storage bag and placed it solemnly on the tribute platform.

"It's outrageous. The ancestor of our Fang family only placed bamboo lamps in front of his tomb? No, as a junior, I have the obligation and responsibility to replace them with iron lamps!" Meng Hao glanced at the two dim bamboo lamps, licked his lips, and was about to grab them.

But before he could touch the bamboo lamps, the three magic weapons here exploded. The breath was surging, and the murderous intent was extremely strong, as if it had been offended.

It seemed that if Meng Hao dared to touch the bamboo lamp,

these three magic weapons would blast over.

Meng Hao paused, his face embarrassed, and after a dry cough, he slowly retracted his hand.

"Why are you so excited? It's not a big deal. I mean well." Meng Hao spoke in a low voice, looking at the three magic weapons, his eyes were a little hot. After thinking about it, he gave up the law of cause and effect to force a bond. After all, this place is different from the Immortal Pavilion. The treasures of the Immortal Pavilion have no owner, but the three magic weapons here are obviously the things of the ancestor. Even if the ancestor has passed away, these three magic weapons are still alive and guarding here.

Although Meng Hao is greedy for money, he also has his principles.

"Well, you are so loyal to my ancestor, which is admirable." Meng Hao took a deep breath, his expression was serious, he stepped back a few steps, clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

The seventh ancestor in the sky. Originally furious, he watched Meng Hao replace the tribute of a quasi-ancestor of the family, especially those words, which made the seventh ancestor almost furious.

"How could such a shameless bastard come out of my Fang family bloodline!!" When he finished speaking with gritted teeth, he saw Meng Hao's bowing action, was stunned again, felt Meng Hao's heart, and was silent for a moment. The Seventh Ancestor's gaze towards Meng Hao softened slightly. He felt that Meng Hao was not hopeless.

"Let's see what kind of character this little bastard has and what kind of waves he can stir up here!" The Seventh Ancestor pondered for a moment, glanced at Meng Hao on the ground below, and then looked up at the distance of the ancestral land, with a look of emotion.

"The ancestral land is divided into six areas, Guarding the Tao Statue, Enlightenment Land, Quasi-Taoist Tomb, Jiuming Mountain, Burial Ancient Realm, and Mist Sky!"

"These six areas are arranged in a straight line. The deeper you go, the more dangerous it is, and the luck you may get... is also greater!"

"This tomb is the boundary between the Enlightenment Land and the Quasi-Taoist Tomb Group."

"Throughout the ages, Jiuming Mountain has been the ultimate destination for many clansmen who have come here. Those who can step into the Burial Ancient Realm are rare. As for the Mist Sky, no one has ever stepped into it. Even the eldest brother, who is a great power in the Tao realm, has no chance to enter.

Because at the end of the Burial Ancient Realm, there is no road."

"The Nether Palace of the first generation ancestor is in the Mist Sky, and there is also his strongest magic... One Thought Star Change!" The seventh ancestor murmured and closed his eyes.

He had never seen the first generation ancestor. In the family's cave, only the eldest brother he mentioned was of a very high generation. He had met the first generation ancestor in his later years.

The other six people were all born in different eras. After extinguishing the ten soul lamps, the generation is no longer important. They are brothers because of their blood relationship.

"There have been three catastrophes in the family..." The seventh ancestor sighed. It was these three catastrophes that made them the only ones in the family who extinguished the ten soul lamps.

While the seventh ancestor was sighing, Meng Hao bowed to the stone sculpture of the coffin, stepped on the terracotta warriors, and galloped away.

Even the Seventh Ancestor did not notice that as Meng Hao walked along, as he took away all the valuable things he saw, a breath that had never appeared in this ancestral land slowly emerged.

This breath, to be precise, started from the moment when the terracotta warriors collapsed the mountains and flew up from the earth. After Meng Hao and this enlightenment land collected the things that allowed future generations to comprehend the Dao and magical powers one by one, the breath became stronger.

Faintly, it seemed that a very light and thin layer of fog had risen on the ground.

As time passed, Meng Hao sat on the terracotta warriors and moved forward. Large tombs began to appear one after another on the ground below him, but the strange thing was that these tombs had no monuments or texts.

Meng Hao could only judge according to what the Great Elder said that anyone who could be buried here was a Dao Realm ancestor.

But he didn't know the names of these people, which made Meng Hao very strange, as if these people deliberately avoided them before they fell, and didn't want future generations to know their names.

"Strange..." Although Meng Hao was puzzled, it did not affect his plan to replace the tribute in the name of tomb sweeping.

Galloping all the way, in this quasi-Taoist tomb, as Meng Hao continued to sweep the tomb, the fire in the eyes of the Seventh Ancestor in the sky became more and more intense, almost unable to suppress it.

Fortunately, Meng Hao respected these ancestors very much. He often bowed before replacing the tribute, and bowed again when leaving. Except for the tribute, he did not touch the tomb at all, which made the Seventh Ancestor endure it.

Until a few days later, when Meng Hao descended to the ground again in mid-air and looked at the coffin stone sculpture that appeared in front of him, his eyes suddenly shrank, his steps stopped, and his eyes fell on the upright tombstone in front of the stone sculpture.

Before this, he saw seven tombs and seven tombstones, but none of them had any words, only the tombstone in front of him had a name on it!

Fang Pinqi!

Meng Hao saw these three characters at a glance. The dragons and phoenixes danced, revealing a majestic aura. Under this name, the life story of this person was engraved.

Meng Hao swept his eyes and read the life story of this ancestor named Fang Pinqi. Meng Hao's mind roared strongly.

This life story describes Fang Pinqi's life, starting from cultivation, entering the fairyland, being a true immortal in his era, a genius all the way, and being the pride of the family. He entered the ancient realm and opened fifteen soul lamps.

He made countless contributions to the family, and even opened up new territory in the fairy ruins, achieving the hegemony of that era. In the end, he experienced fourteen times of death and death in the ancient realm, and survived one by one, becoming the ancestor of the family in that era. Until the last soul lamp went out, he failed to break through the Dao realm and became a quasi-Dao supreme.

But he did not go crazy like others, doing evil things that angered both humans and gods, and his mind changed drastically. Instead, he spent his last fifty years with a calm mind.

During those fifty years, he even devoted himself to the family until he closed his eyes peacefully and died.

Therefore, there is an inscription on his tomb, which is remembered and worshipped by future generations. Even on the inscription, there is a detailed introduction to the cause and horror of the realm of Quasi Dao.

Meng Hao's breathing was rapid. After reading the entire description of his life, Meng Hao suddenly understood what Quasi Dao Supreme was.

He thought of Ke Yunhai's sitting in the ancient sect of demons and immortals, and thought of what Ke Yunhai had said about the peak of the ancient times, and what it meant.

"It turns out that between the peak of the ancient times and the real Dao realm, there is a realm of Quasi Dao. Because of the collapse of life span, there is no doubt that death is inevitable, so people are crazy, so they are honored as the Supreme, as if they want to use this name to restrain the crazy people in this realm." Meng Hao murmured, he looked at the stone tablet, did not move the tribute at all, and bowed deeply with his fists.

After a while, Meng Hao left. In the next few days, he walked through the entire Quasi Dao Ancestor Tomb. There were a total of eleven large tombs, of which only three had inscriptions.

Different experiences, similar results, one scene after another, like a family book of consolation, telling all the clansmen who came here that between the peak of the ancient times and the true Dao realm, the supreme being of the quasi-Dao level, one thought of extreme madness, and one thought of worship for generations of descendants.

"Dao realm..." When he passed the last big tomb, Meng Hao stood there, looking back, his heart was a little heavy.

"The path of cultivation is to step on life and death, one step of life and death, and the people who can make it to the end... are too few." Meng Hao sighed lightly and bowed deeply to the quasi-Dao ancestral tombs.

When he stood up, he was about to leave, but at this moment, suddenly, in Meng Hao's storage bag, the ancient jade that had not vibrated for a long time suddenly trembled at this moment, and the degree of vibration was even greater than when Meng Hao saw the six generations of demon sealers!

At the same time, a strong call suddenly grew in Meng Hao's heart, and that call seemed to float from the depths of this ancestral land.

"How can the lineage of Sealing Demons be buried between mountains and seas? If we succeed in the Nine Mountains and Seas Road, this great world of mountains and seas will return to the lineage of Sealing Demons!"

Hearing this, Meng Hao's mind was shocked!

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