Leaving everyone silent, struggling and entangled with each other's hearts, even if they were angry with Meng Hao here, they were helpless, the ladder appeared because of Meng Hao, and only Meng Hao could step in.

They had tried, but they could only see it, but they couldn't touch it.

A few days later, when Meng Hao and the others met again, everyone made an oath in front of Meng Hao, promising that once they entered the third realm, they would give Meng Hao the harvest of the third realm at the end of the third realm, or at Meng Hao's request in advance.

For these incalculable achievements in the future, they can't have a heart knot, once they break their promises, because the oath is there, the heart knot appears, which will affect their cultivation.

If it was just words, or an ordinary oath, it would be enough, but after they said the oath, Meng Hao actually came up with a set of seemingly simple, but in fact extremely vicious Dao methods.

This method is very simple, as long as you have the cultivation above the foundation, you can practice, and its name is proven.

It was Meng Hao who asked Ke Yunhai for the past few days outside Ke Yunhai's cave mansion, and it was one of the Taoist methods that existed in this ancient era and specifically bound each other.

With this Dao method, once the promise is destroyed, the soul will be broken immediately, the avenue will be lost, and the cultivation will fall.

Everyone was helpless, in order to enter the third realm, they could only carefully make an oath, and use the Taoist certificate as an oath to complete the agreement with each other, as for the individual people who did not want to make an oath, they didn't need Meng Hao to make a move, and under the pressure of others, they could only grit their teeth and accept it.

After all, no one wants to pay for themselves. And someone doesn't pay. and you can reap it.

But apparently none of them know. Among all the people they thought they had, there was no Zhixiang and no Huyan Ancestor.

On the other hand, Meng Hao also made an oath here that he would step on the ladder to heaven according to their requirements, but the time was determined by himself. He also promised that in the next few days of the second realm, he would not use his power to coerce them, so that they could hide without care.

This promise is a long-awaited promise for others, and they have asked themselves many times that they may be the most aggrieved in the past generations of sect families who have entered this second realm.

Don't dare to show off. I didn't dare to approach the fourth peak, and even saw those gentlemen roaring through the sky. They all had to bow their heads immediately, for fear of being recognized by Meng Hao.

After a few months of such days, they have already endured to the extreme, and now they can finally relax and enjoy some of this ancient sunshine......

After reaching an agreement with everyone, Meng Hao understood that the date for leaving this place was approaching, and he was about to leave this illusory ancient world and return to the real reality.

Here, he has nothing to give up, whether it is a gentleman or an identity, a qiē is just a dream for Meng Hao, and when he wakes up from a dream, he can forget it.

But he didn't want to forget his father in this life, Ke Yunhai.

That kind of fatherly love, let Meng Hao immerse himself, unwilling to wake up, unwilling to end the dream, he forgot Ke Yunhai, in this illusory ancient time, he experienced the feeling of his father by his side.

This feeling can even be said to make up for the regrets left in Meng Hao's heart in his early years.

He is not comprehending the Dao Method, except for alchemy, he spends more time sitting cross-legged outside Ke Yunhai's cave mansion every day, although Ke Yunhai did not open the door of the cave mansion, but Meng Hao is still sitting here, talking from time to time.

Life seems to be calm like this, undisturbed, plain, Xu Qing is still closed, never opened his eyes, Meng Hao is also used to such days, and even he has thought more than once that if it goes on like this, it is not a kind of life.

Until half a month later, when the overlapping scenes appeared almost every day, Meng Hao knew that he was leaving, and that kind of inner reluctance, as well as bursts of complex and unspeakable thoughts, always made Meng Hao feel melancholy in his heart.

He looked at the sky, looked at the earth, looked at the seven peaks of the first heaven, looked at the fourth mountain, looked at Ke Yunhai's cave, he closed his eyes, and there would be scenes of things that had happened since he came here.

The initial admission of mistakes, the whipping thereafter, and then Ke Yunhai's doting, the demon fairy tower, the father and son of this life, this qiē, Meng Hao can't forget it.

He suddenly thanked Ke Jiusi very much, thanked him for sending him in, fulfilling him and fulfilling himself.

"Father's love is like a mountain...... I don't know if this thought affected his Dan Dao, and in the middle of the night that day, Meng Hao refined his last pot of pills in this second realm.

What herbs were put into this furnace of pills, Meng Hao forgot about it, he was immersed in his respect for Ke Yunhai, in the beauty of these days, in the love of father and son in this life, and in the Dan furnace, there were herbs.

The taste of each herb represents the color of his heart, and he gradually reconciled them together, and began alchemy, without thinking about success or failure, some are just memories, reminiscing about the scenes here, recalling Ke Yunhai's father's love for himself, recalling the memories of his childhood, his father, a vague figure.

The night sky, no moon.

Meng Hao's alchemy, unconsciously, gradually the entire Dan furnace came out with bursts of indescribable sounds, like fairy songs, or funeral songs, sometimes cheerful, sometimes melancholy.

The voice was reluctant, slowly spreading, echoing on the fourth peak, so that all the people of the fourth peak, after listening to it, raised their heads one by one and looked at the place where the voice came from the top of the mountain in a daze.

This voice, like the wind, blew through everyone's hearts, blowing a circle of ripples, shaking the memories in their hearts, as if recalling their former selves.

In this memory, everyone is different, like a grown child, looking at his father's bent back, and finding for a moment that his father is old...... There is something sour at the bottom of my heart.

As if recalling the time when he was young, in the face of his father's strictness, the rebellion in his heart, he once said in his heart: "Don't be verbose!"

But for many years, in the face of the gray-haired old man lying on the hospital bed, you held his emaciated hand, shed tears, and whispered in your heart: "Say more...... My father. ”

Many people, unconsciously, put down their practice and looked at the top of the mountain in a daze, not knowing that they had shed tears in this memory.

Xu Qing opened her eyes, with a blank look in her eyes, her sadness slowly emerged, she thought of her home, thought of her memory, vaguely passed away parents.

"I want to go home......" Xu Qing muttered.

In the Dan furnace, the sound that came out echoed throughout the fourth peak, Meng Hao didn't know, he was immersed in his thoughts, alchemy, like composing music, also like wood carving, in this way, the thoughts that words could not express were integrated into it.

The sound of this elixir being refined in the Dan furnace was originally plain, but now, because it contains emotions and Meng Hao's thoughts, it seems to have life, spirit, and transcendence.

After all, the most touching thing about this thing is the love ...... Although love is beautiful, it is far less selfless than family affection.

Slowly, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Sect of the third peak and the fifth peak also heard the sound of alchemy from the fourth peak, this voice, you don't need to express anything, if you hear it, you will let go of a qiē practice, and you will stay there, through this voice, thinking of your father.

More and more disciples were silent, and in this voice, in their minds, scenes of their own memories were set off.

The father smoked a cigarette gun, his wrinkled face in the sunset, and when he looked back, he stroked his head with a smile that made people calm all at once.

In the sun, I rode on my father's neck, and when I was lifted high, my laughter was joyful, and I didn't know that my laughter was my father's happiness.

Those steady hands, I don't want to see them gradually wither......

Wang Lihai, hearing this voice, he stopped meditating, and looked at the dark nothingness in the distance in a daze, he thought of his stern father.

Han Bei, silent, her heart was suddenly torn, she lowered her head, she will always remember that year, her father took her, in the Qingluo Sect, a staggering figure.

Gradually, the second peak and the sixth peak also heard this voice, this voice carried father's love, and the wind could not blow away the slightest, even the most evil person in heaven and earth would find his own memories in this sound.

Once, in the face of your raised hand, I glared angrily, even resisted, and when I slammed the door, I didn't see your trembling body and disappointed gaze.

Until that rainy night, when I was seriously ill in bed, I opened my hazy eyes and saw your gray-haired figure kneeling in front of the gods and praying, for my illness, busy, selling a qiē, just for my own son, can be cured.

At that moment, my hands were shaking, my heart was tearing, and I wanted to open my mouth and say something...... Father, I was wrong.

The sound of alchemy gradually entered the first peak, and then into the seventh peak, and when these two peaks also echoed this sound, the first heaven of the Demon Immortal Sect, all regions, whether it was the outer disciples, the inner disciples, as well as the core disciples, and even the elders, everyone ...... Even if it is the most powerful immortal in the world, in his heart, he will have a memory of this voice.

resonated, and reminisced, the entire Demon Immortal Sect, at this moment, was all silent...... Everyone, in this voice, seems to have gone back to the past.

The supreme of the first peak, the second peak, the third peak, the fifth peak, the sixth peak, the seventh peak...... The six supremes, one by one, raised their heads and looked at the fourth peak, their expressions were melancholy, they saw Meng Hao's alchemy, and heard Meng Hao's voice in this alchemy.

Even among them, the Supreme Being, who was most disgusted with Ke Jiusi before, sighed in this silence at this moment.

He ...... Finally grown up, Brother Yunhai...... I hope you will ...... all the way Let's go. ”

At this moment, in the Demon Immortal Sect, there was another voice, this voice ...... It's the bell, it's the ...... Death Knell –

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