Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Fang Chapter 684 On the Boat

The old man did not speak, as if in his world, there was no figure of Meng Hao. He just wandered between heaven and earth, occasionally saw Meng Hao, occasionally recalled some memories, and casually rescued him.

"Heaven and earth... has an end..."

"Is my end here?" The old man murmured, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes extremely, then he sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and the whole person fell into the void. Meng Hao could clearly see his back with his eyes, but he could not feel the existence of this old man, or even this boat.

"Senior?" Meng Hao was startled, and slowly realized that the other party seemed to be immersed in his own world. In silence, Meng Hao sat cross-legged on the side, looking at the distance, and remembered a lot.

"The foundation of Taoism... is gone." Meng Hao felt the empty body in his body. He could not feel the existence of cultivation, as if all cultivation had disappeared. The feeling of weakness became stronger and stronger, and even the old age of his body made Meng Hao feel the gradual approach of death.

He no longer had any cultivation.

Meng Hao was bitter and tried to practice again, but his body seemed to have become a sieve. No matter how he breathed, there would be no spiritual energy.

Meng Hao was a little unwilling. He took out the storage bag. Although there was no spiritual energy, this Haicheng storage bag could be opened once by itself even if there was no spiritual energy.

Meng Hao had bought a lot of such storage bags before. The parrot and the jelly were sleeping in the storage bag, as if Meng Hao's weakness had also made them lose their vitality.

Meng Hao took out the elixir from the storage bag, swallowed it and meditated again. After concentrating his energy for a while, Meng Hao's body suddenly shook, his face turned pale, and the whole person became listless again.

"I can't practice. My body has lost its foundation and everything." Meng Hao murmured. He was sure that at this moment, his foundation was gone.

In silence, Meng Hao tried again unwillingly. Time passed until a month later. Meng Hao tried all the methods he could think of, but none of them could make his cultivation show any improvement.

All failed.

Countless attempts made Meng Hao's body even weaker. It was not until a month later that he finally understood that he was powerless.

Meng Hao laughed miserably, and his voice became louder and louder, echoing in the quiet inner ring of Tianhe Sea and on the boat.

"The tenth ancestor of the Wang family!" Meng Hao laughed with a strong hatred.

He didn't know whether the tenth ancestor of the Wang family was dead or not.

It didn't matter anymore.

"I have no cultivation, but I am still alive... But with my current vitality, how many days can I live..." Meng Hao was bitter, and his laughter gradually weakened. For a long time, he looked into the distance, and the whole person seemed to be ethereal, staring blankly.

He didn't know what he was looking at. His mind was blank. He didn't think about anything, and didn't look at anything. Until his eyes fell on the old man in armor, hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.

His life was saved by the other party. With the mystery of this old man and the strangeness of this ancient Youlun, Meng Hao believed that if this old man took action, it was not impossible to recover his cultivation.

Meng Hao stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.

"Senior."

The old man did not speak, and his whole body was still ethereal.

Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, stepped out, and came to the old man. When he was about to bow again, he was suddenly stunned, his eyes widened, and there was disbelief in his eyes.

He saw the old man's face, which was very vicissitudes and contained endless years, but in Meng Hao's eyes, what shocked him was that the other party's body was not substantial, but vaguely transparent.

But in his memory, the other party was clearly not like this.

Meng Hao was silent for a moment, slowly raised his right hand, and tried to touch the old man, until his right hand penetrated the old man's body as if penetrating the void, Meng Hao tried again, and even stepped past him, but it was still penetrated. Meng Hao turned around, his eyes showed complexity.

"Did I remember it wrong before, or it was originally like this, just like the name of this ship, Ghost Wheel... Ghost Wheel." Meng Hao smiled bitterly and looked at the boat. The surroundings were broken and full of decay.

A few days later, when Meng Hao walked through almost every part of the boat, he did not see any abnormality. Everything he saw and touched was ancient and vicissitudes.

Standing at the bow, he watched the ghost wheel moving silently on the sea. It was quiet all around. He only saw the ups and downs of the sea, no waves, and no life.

It seemed that where the boat was, everything turned into silence.

"It's good this way..."

"On a lonely boat with no one else, I quietly walked through the last years of my life."

"Maybe no one will know that I am about to die, so that Master will not be sad, Xu Qing will not be sad, Little Fatty, Senior Brother, and all my other friends... They will not know." Meng Hao sat cross-legged where he woke up before, muttering and looking at the world in the distance.

His heart gradually calmed down. He no longer resented anything, nor did he want to think about anything. He just felt a little regretful. He regretted not looking at his master again, regretted not hugging Xu Qing, and regretted not returning to the South Region to reunite with his former friends.

He regretted the unfamiliarity of the Tang Dynasty in the East, and regretted that his parents could not meet in this life.

"Old turtle, you are free from now on..."

"The ancestors of the Demon Sealing Sect may no longer have a lineage of demon sealing from now on." Meng Hao sighed, and as he became calmer, he gradually became free and easy.

Death is inevitable, so he doesn't care about it anymore.

"It's a pity that I still have so many spiritual stones in my storage bag... It's a pity that I haven't spent them yet."

"It's a pity that there are still so many IOUs. Those people are lucky...the creditor is dead, so they don't need to pay back."

"I really don't have to pay back the three taels of silver that Zhou Yuanwai has earned this time."

"It's a pity that I still have such a treasure. I wonder which little bastard I will take advantage of in the future." Meng Hao could only sigh when he thought of this.

"Maybe if I die, there will be one less scourge in this world. Those guys who will be tricked by me in the future, they are lucky!"

"You're lucky!" Meng Hao muttered, thinking back to his life, when he was studying for the imperial examination as a young boy, and after meeting Senior Sister Xu, he stepped into the patron sect, took away Wang Tengfei's fortune, and became an inner sect disciple, but was tricked by the patron ancestor. , and deceived the ancestors who supported him, until he entered the Southern Territory, and worshiped the Ziyun Sect when he rose.

"It's really a pity that Senior Sister Xu... She likes me, and I like her too, but it's a pity that we can't get married... I've never touched a woman in my life..." Meng Hao thought of this, and suddenly felt very sad.

"And Chu Yuyan, this little lady must be interested in me..." Meng Hao sighed repeatedly.

Then he thought about the scenes of killing the Ji family's genius, escaping into the Western Desert, and the Wushen tribe. Meng Hao couldn't help but think of Han Shan, the demon girl Zhixiang, and the scenes of the Demon Immortal Sect.

"Senior Han Shan, I can no longer keep my promise..."

"Zhixiang Demon Girl, you don't have to repay the favor you owe me."

There was also Ke Jiusi, and Ke Yunhai, Meng Hao was thinking about it, and suddenly he thought of his first sword to kill a soul.

"I have practiced cultivation for less than three hundred years, and I have already cut off my first sword. The great road has come, and the flower of the other shore has become my soul-slaying treasure. It is enough for me, Meng Hao, to be able to achieve this level in my life!

In the entire southern world, there are probably not many people who can compare with me! "Meng Hao was suddenly very proud again. He smiled, bitterly, cursed, and recalled. The years of his life became a microcosm in his mind, and they passed by one by one in a short period of time.

Time passed slowly, and soon half a month passed. Meng Hao kept looking into the distance, thinking about his promotion, until that day, when he was suddenly attracted by the phantom of an old man wearing armor.

He found that the ethereal old man, who had not moved at all in the past few months, suddenly raised his right hand and made a mark. During this pinch, two colors, black and white, appeared faintly in his hand.

When Meng Hao went to touch it, it was still unreal.

So in the following time, Meng Hao observed the old man every day, observed the way he meditated, observed his ethereal appearance, and observed the black and white movements of his hand.

Slowly, he was attracted by the black and white light. He always felt that there seemed to be something in it, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

The white is like all the colors in the world, in front of it, will be slowly assimilated until it becomes the same white as it, while the black is full of domineering, as if all the colors in front of it are just covered qualifications.

Gradually, Meng Hao was immersed in observing the old man. Without even realizing it, he meditated like the old man, breathed in the same way, and raised his right hand.

Even in order to understand clearly, he simply came to the place where the old man's shadow was, sat down cross-legged, and overlapped with the old man's figure. In this way, all his movements were exactly the same as the old man's.

I closed my eyes and immersed myself in it. The years passed by and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past three years, Meng Hao has become weaker and weaker, and his vitality has slowly withered, but he no longer cares. His only interest is to find a sense of certainty that he is still alive by copying the old man's movements.

Until one day, he felt an ethereal spirit. In this ethereal spirit, and in his indifference to life and death, there was a hand on his right hand that was holding the seal.

, slowly appeared white.

"When your road comes to the end, you will no longer have yourself." The voice of vicissitudes of life suddenly echoed in Meng Hao's mind.

Then, black appeared again in the palm of his hand.

"When your road comes to the end, you will be the only one left." As the same voice of vicissitudes of life echoed, Meng Hao suddenly shook his whole body, and he faintly realized that he was enlightening.

Enlighten a mysterious avenue whose vastness is unimaginable.

"White and black are like the day and night in the sky..." Meng Hao murmured, looking down at his right hand, slowly raising it and pressing it towards the sky. He could feel that if he had the cultivation level, maybe at this moment, according to the His enlightened way can turn the sky into pitch black and day, and the intersection between black and white will unleash a supreme power.

"It's a pity that I have lost my cultivation. Even if I understand this, it will be of no use." Meng Hao shook his head and was about to get up. Suddenly, the boat that had been moving forward suddenly... stopped. .

Meng Hao was startled and raised his head. r1152 ()