Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Fang Chapter 652 Ghost Wheel!

As soon as this voice appeared, Meng Hao's hair stood up instantly, and an indescribable feeling instantly permeated his body, as if a pair of cold and vicissitudes of life hands gently touched his neck.

There was also a smell of decay, filling the eight directions, and even... the boat they were on seemed to accelerate the passage of time at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if thousands of years had passed.

As for the people on the boat, each of them was pale, trembling, and showing unprecedented fear. Even if they didn't know what Huangquan Youlun was before, the weirdness of this scene made them immediately understand that this was a life-and-death crisis!

As for the three old men, their fear in their hearts had reached the extreme. Now they dispersed all their cultivation, and even swallowed some pills to drive the boat, whistling forward at a very fast speed.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, and his cultivation in his body was running, which dissipated the cold feeling. One of the three elders beside him screamed loudly at this moment.

"Don't look back, everyone, don't look back!"

"Don't look back on the road to the underworld. Once you look back, there is no end!"

Other people on the boat, originally a few people subconsciously wanted to look back, but after hearing the old man's words, they immediately trembled and sat up straight, not daring to look back at all.

When Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he felt a burst of sobbing in the still void behind him, as if countless people were crying. In the distance, the surroundings became colder, but he could see from the corner of his eye that there were wisps of white mist, like hair, spreading from behind and swaying around.

"My way... the end is in..." When the voice with a decaying breath came again, it seemed to be closer.

Meng Hao's eyes gradually revealed a cold light. He stood at the bow. Although he did not look back, his momentum was becoming more and more solemn.

The speed of the boat was getting faster and faster, but everything around it was already still. It seemed that no matter how fast the speed of the boat was, it could not escape the entanglement of the white silk thread, and the silk thread was spreading more and more around.

It was as if the boat was frozen in a picture. Everything in the picture was still. So even though the three elders had tried their best, the boat was still motionless in the picture.

The smell of decay was getting closer and closer, as if the ghost wheel mentioned by the three elders was getting closer and closer.

The passage of time on the boat also began to accelerate, and even the people on the boat were trembling, as if their vitality was withering.

The three elders were desperate.

In silence, Meng Hao raised his right foot and stepped lightly on the boat. Immediately, his cultivation rushed into the boat. The boat made a loud bang, and some of the surrounding plywood exploded directly, but at the same time, it burst out with an unprecedented speed. With a roar, it rushed straight forward and disappeared in an instant.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to break free from this static world. The three elders took a deep breath, and hope appeared in their faces. They cooperated with all their strength, and finally made the boat, which seemed to be in the picture, start to move forward, making the static picture around them flow.

This is a kind of push formed by the opposition of the surrounding rules after the speed reaches a certain level. The nothingness flows, and the stillness seems to be slowly broken. Seeing that the speed of the flow is getting faster and faster, suddenly, a sigh came to Meng Hao's ears.

"Hao'er... Have you been well these years... Back then, your mother disagreed, but your father... insisted on doing so. Don't blame her..." This is the voice of a middle-aged man, which contains endless love. When it reached Meng Hao's ears, Meng Hao's body shook violently.

This voice remains in his memory. Even after many years, he still vaguely remembers that this is his father's voice!

Meng Hao was silent and did not look back. As he accelerated, the stillness and rapid flow around him, even the white hair around him, gradually moved back, as if the boat was about to get out of trouble.

But at this moment, another voice echoed in Meng Hao's ears.

"Hao'er... do you... still remember your mother... turn around and let your mother see you. For so many years... we have been missing you."

Meng Hao's body shook again, his head tilted slightly, and a complex expression appeared in his eyes. After a few breaths, he did not turn around, and controlled the boat with all his strength. With a bang, the tip of the boat had rushed into the seemingly still picture.

And in front of Meng Hao was the edge of the picture. In the blink of an eye, he could rush out.

"You have obsession in your heart." The voice came out again. This time, it was not the voice of his parents in his memory, but the vicissitudes of life with decay.

The voice also had a sense of confusion, as if it also carried infinite obsession.

"On the road to the underworld, you are one of the countless living beings that this old man met. Your obsession... this old man can satisfy it. Turn around and you will see what your parents used to look like."

Meng Hao's whole body cultivation suddenly paused, and he no longer rushed into the boat, but stood at the bow. In front of him was the edge of the picture. After stepping out, he could leave this place.

He clearly knew that if he turned back, something unexpected would happen, but he was still shocked by this sentence.

No one heard the words that reached Meng Hao's ears, including the three elders. At this moment, everyone was trembling, as if they had lost their minds. Only Meng Hao was sober.

In silence, he suddenly smiled, and that smile was free and easy, with a will that seemed to be sublimated, and he murmured.

"Turn around, so what."

"Practice for a lifetime, cultivate the heart, walk the way, understand the reason, and practice the truth."

"If I don't dare to look back, how can I cultivate my mind?" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he simply turned around and looked behind him.

He saw at a glance that behind him, there were countless white silks, which gently brushed on the boat, as if entangled but not entangled. At the end of these hairs, there was a huge boat!

This boat was as big as a thousand feet, and it was filled with a sense of vicissitudes, as if it had existed for many years, and it was even more broken, as if it had experienced the baptism of war.

At the bow of the boat, there was a figure sitting, wearing black armor. It was unclear what he looked like, but he could only vaguely feel that the flesh of the armor had withered for many years.

And this white silk was his hair!

When Meng Hao looked at him, he seemed to raise his head and glanced at Meng Hao.

The moment the two looked at each other, Meng Hao's mind banged, and then, for some reason, a scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. In that scene, there was a coffin with nine butterflies carved on it.

This coffin exists in an endless battlefield, and the colors around it are monotonous, leaving only black and white.

The picture appears for only a few breaths, and then disappears in an instant. Meng Hao breathes rapidly and suddenly wakes up.

"His... Dao Seed..." The old man in the armor spoke softly, his voice still hoarse, slowly echoing.

"For many years, among all living beings, I have seen his nearly countless Dao Seeds... Only here, it seems a little different."

"You go." The old man wearing armor, sitting cross-legged on the boat, as if he would never stand up, spoke lightly with a touch of reminiscence, and the white silk wrapped around Meng Hao's boat slowly retracted. At the same time, the vicissitudes of the thousand-foot warship slowly moved back and gradually became illusory, as if it was going to return to nothingness.

And the stillness around was also slowly restored at this moment.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Meng Hao suddenly spoke and said a word.

"The things that the senior promised have not been fulfilled yet!" As soon as Meng Hao spoke, the surroundings that were returning to stillness immediately solidified again in an instant, and the warship where the old man was also stopped again in an instant, and the feeling of decay and vicissitudes suddenly became strong and rich.

On the boat, the old man sitting cross-legged there, wearing armor, looked at Meng Hao deeply.

This look seemed to contain the changes of the whole world, the alternation of time and years, and when it appeared in Meng Hao's eyes, Meng Hao's mind roared again.

This time, the picture that appeared in front of him was Daqing Mountain!

Outside Daqing Mountain, purple wind whistled, and fog rolled in, submerging Daqing Mountain and gradually covering Yunjie County under the mountain.

In the county town, the lights of every house went out in an instant, except for one... The lights were swaying, and it could be vaguely seen that there was a figure of a middle-aged man standing by the window of this family.

I don't know what she was thinking about, and then there were bursts of crying sounds coming from the house. Through the gaps in the doors and windows, you can see that it was the back of a woman, holding a child, crying.

The child's eyes were very smart, but at this moment, there was confusion and puzzlement.

When the purple wind blew the purple mist and submerged the entire Yunjie County, the sky was originally dark, but suddenly a purple sun appeared!

The purple sun exuded an indescribable pressure and only appeared in Yunjie County.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man just showed his figure, and was immediately covered by the purple mist. He walked into the mist, and then the woman wiped her tears, turned back and looked deeply at the child, and when she turned around, she had already walked out.

At the moment she walked out, Meng Hao saw her appearance clearly.

That was a very beautiful woman, with tenderness and tears at the moment, as if she was reluctant to leave, but she had no choice but to walk into the fog, leaving the child in the house, who was afraid, terrified, confused, and helpless about this scene.

"Dad..."

"Mom..." The child became more and more afraid, ran out, entered the fog, and shouted loudly.

"Dad... Mom... Where are you, I'm scared..." The child's voice was tender and trembling, as if he was extremely scared of this scene. The wind around was very cold, and the fog around covered everything, but it could not stop the child's call, which spread farther and farther in the fog.

The child's crying voice was mixed with the call. When he ran, he fell, broke his knees, tore his clothes, and messed up his hair. When tears fell, he just wanted to find his parents, but he didn't notice that behind him, in the fog, a black ghost claw stretched out instantly, ran straight to the child's head, and grabbed it. (To be continued...) ()