Chapter 1,484: The Soul Lamp on This Road Is Extinguished!

Time passed, three years later.

There were still too many people in the Cangmang Sect who remembered Fang Mu, and Yan'er was alone on Meng Hao's mountain peak, sealing it off, and her life seemed to have returned to some kind of peace.

Meng Hao was not here, and the mountain was missing a lot of the coquettish sounds coming from Yan'er. Many times, Yan'er was in a trance, as if she had returned to the past in a dream.

But after all... the master left.

Yan'er was silent. In addition to practicing, there was one more thing she had to do every day, and that was to go to the retreat place where her master used to be, where a ray of soul fire was enshrined.

That is Master's soul fire. This fire will never be extinguished, and Master will never die.

On this day, Yan'er came to the retreat place as usual, knelt down in front of the soul fire, and murmured softly.

"Master, you have been gone for three years. Three years is not long..."

"By the way, Yan'er clearly understood a technique while practicing last night."

"Also, Master, you don't know. Yesterday, those hateful guys from other sects were said to have become active. I heard that some people started to break into Cangmang Terrace again."

"Master, and..." Yan'er would mutter to herself every time she came, as if Master was right in front of her. As she was speaking, suddenly, her body trembled and her voice suddenly stopped. , when she raised her head, her face was pale, her expression changed drastically, and she looked at the soul fire in front of her.

This soul fire, which has not changed in the past three years, is gradually dimming at this moment, and seems to be extinguished at any time. This scene makes Yan'er tremble, and there is a buzz in her mind. She knows that this is the master's fire of life. Once If it goes out, it means the death of the master.

And obviously, I am on the road to transcendence at this moment. Master is facing life and death.

Yan'er was bitter, she was anxious, she was nervous, but she had no way to help her master, and she had no way to change everything.

"Master, Yan'er is useless..." Yan'er burst into tears. Looking at the soul fire, her body trembled more and more.

At this moment, on the road to transcendence, Meng Hao was facing a test of life and death. What tested him was the sudden increase in pressure on this road.

For the past three years, he has been arduously moving forward on this road, and gradually his body seems to have adapted to the pressure here. He could even run for a short time, but today, the moment he walked into the area in front of him, the pressure around him suddenly increased tenfold!

Not twice, but ten times!

It comes suddenly, appears suddenly, without any warning. As a result, Meng Hao had no time to react. With a bang, his body was forcibly pressed to the ground.

Even the bones in his body were shattered in the struggle at this moment, the flesh and blood were squeezed together, and even the skull made a crunching sound. It seemed like it was going to collapse.

A life-and-death crisis broke out in Meng Hao's body, but his cultivation was also suppressed at this moment. Meng Hao trembled and his eyes were red. A low growl came out of his mouth, but it didn't help.

If it had been anyone else, both body and soul would have been destroyed at this moment, but Meng Hao's clone was the most perfect body created by transforming it with the original bronze lamp.

It is even pure and does not contain any impurities or mixed atmosphere. What it possesses is the ultimate immortal will. It can be said that his clone is an immortal body.

Coupled with the terrifying divine will from Meng Hao himself, he still persisted under the sudden tenfold increase in pressure.

Time passed until seven or eight hours had passed. When Meng Hao's vision blurred, under this extreme pressure and in this trial of life and death, one of the six remaining lit soul lamps in his body was extinguished again!

As it was extinguished, as the vitality exploded, Meng Hao's bones healed directly, his body recovered visibly, and his cultivation gradually became active, and the dim vitality slowly erupted again.

After surviving this life and death, Meng Hao struggled to sit up. His face was pale and his breathing was rapid. When he turned around, he looked behind him. At this moment, he already understood that on this path of transcendence, as he moved forward, the pressure did not sink. It will not change, but will increase dramatically.

Obviously, the deeper you go, the

The pressure becomes more terrifying, and often without any warning, just one step away is like life or death.

Almost as soon as Meng Hao's life was restored, in the secluded place where Yan'er was in the ninth sect of the Cangmang Sect, Meng Hao's soul fire slowly recovered. Yan'er wiped away his tears, and his whole body seemed to be alive. She stared at it. Soul Fire, while silently praying for her master, she also made a decision.

"Master, I will make myself stronger as soon as possible. I will accompany you on the road to transcendence." Yan'er's eyes showed firmness, she took a deep breath and left the retreat.

From this day on, she no longer chose to close the mountain, but walked out and started to explore the Cangmang Terrace. Although the bells of the Cangmang Terrace were no longer useful to her, the other creations in the Cangmang Terrace were still helpful to her.

It is Yan'er's choice to break through Cangmantai first, and then take the path of transcendence.

Three more years have passed, and Meng Hao has been walking on this road of transcendence for six years. He has not seen anyone. It seems that he is the only one left in this world. He moves forward silently, enduring the terrifying things here. Gradually, his body seemed to adapt to the pressure. When it seemed that he could run like he did three years ago, Meng Hao faintly felt that... another round of explosion was coming.

He started walking very cautiously, until a few months later, he suddenly saw a figure in front of him, wearing the same robe as him, walking hard, with disheveled hair, but there was a Taoist aura emanating from it.

This was the first Cangmang Sect disciple Meng Hao saw, but before he could speak, the figure in front of him took a step and suddenly trembled. In Meng Hao's eyes, this person instantly turned into a blood mist and collapsed. Even the blood mist was squeezed to the extreme in an instant and scattered in all directions.

The bloodstain quickly dissipated, and there was no trace on the ground, as if the person who died the moment before was just an illusion.

Meng Hao paused and was silent for a long time. His heart was pounding. If he hadn't seen it, it would have been fine. Even three years ago, when he endured the first surge of pressure, he still regretted that it would have been better if he had been prepared before.

But now, he didn't think so.

When you know where the boundary is in advance, you are indeed prepared, but it is easier for people to lose the courage to move forward. The scene of watching a Dao realm instantly become a blood mist in front of him made Meng Hao silent.

After a while, a gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and his cultivation started to work. With a certain decisiveness and determination in his eyes, he walked forward step by step.

Until he reached the critical point, and took another step, which was the place where the Dao Realm cultivator had stepped out before, Meng Hao raised his right foot, without trembling, without hesitation, and with a stronger light flashing in his eyes, he took a step down.

With a bang, a pressure that exceeded the pressure he was bearing at the moment burst out. If we use a metaphor, the pressure at this moment is twenty times stronger than when he first stepped into this transcendental path!

With a roar, Meng Hao's body exploded directly in an instant, blood and flesh splattered, and bones shattered rapidly with a crackling sound. The pain could make a person scream miserably, but Meng Hao was gritting his teeth, his cultivation was running, holding his breath, resisting madly, his consciousness burst out, his cultivation burst out, and all the soul lamps in his body burst out.

Just when he was about to be unable to bear it and his body was about to be completely shattered, this comprehensive explosion finally stimulated one of the five remaining soul lamps.

As the soul lamps went out, vitality emerged, like a long drought meeting a sweet rain, Meng Hao's body recovered instantly, he breathed rapidly, barely maintained a standing posture, closed his eyes for a long time, and then walked forward like a mortal.

"There are still four..." Meng Hao murmured hoarsely, and continued to grit his teeth and move forward. Although this speed was still a little slow for Meng Hao, it was still acceptable. If the last few lamps in Bijie were outside, it might be difficult to extinguish them in hundreds of years.

Only by relying on the pressure and explosion between life and death here, stimulating the potential of life, either life or death, can you succeed.

Three years later, in the ninth year of Meng Hao's journey to transcendence, the pressure he faced was beyond his imagination. He thought that after twenty times, it would be thirty times, but until he experienced it himself, he knew that it was not thirty times, but directly reached fifty times!

This level of explosion caused most of Meng Hao's body to collapse. Blood filled the air, and the fourth soul lamp went out. He barely survived, and after a period of recuperation, he continued to move forward.

"Three more lamps left!" Meng Hao's hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and he gritted his teeth as he moved forward. In his twelfth year on this transcendental path, he finally saw other people again.

Not one person, but four people!

These four people sat cross-legged a hundred feet away from Meng Hao, meditating and breathing. The cultivation of the four people was that of the Three Source Dao Masters, and they were not far from the Four Sources.

The appearance of Meng Hao made the four people open their eyes. After seeing Meng Hao, the four people were stunned.

"Ancient Realm?"

"Under the third calamity before, only Dao Masters could pass through. How did this person get through!"

"This Cangmang Road has been visited by people from ancient times, but most of them stopped before the third calamity."

"Could it be that there is another genius in the sect?" These four Dao Masters had left the sect for sixty years and were unaware of the miracles that Meng Hao had created in the Cangmang Sect. Seeing Meng Hao approaching, the four of them had a gleam of brilliance in their eyes.

"Which sect are you from!" As Meng Hao approached, one of the four people spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and spread all around. (To be continued...)

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