As soon as this voice appeared, the hairs on Meng Hao's whole body instantly stood up, and an indescribable feeling filled his whole body in an instant, as if he was lightly touched by a pair of cold and vicissitudes of hands on his neck.

There is a rotten atmosphere, which fills all 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, their faces were pale, their bodies trembled, revealing unprecedented fear, even if they didn't know what the Yellow Spring Ghost Wheel was before, but now the weirdness of this scene made them immediately understand that this was a life and death crisis!

And the three old men, the fear in their hearts had reached the extreme, and now they scattered all their cultivation, and even swallowed some pills, urging the boat to roar forward at an extremely fast speed.

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

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

"On the Huangquan Road, don't turn back, once you turn back, it's endless!"

The other people on the boat, a few of them originally subconsciously wanted to look back, but after hearing the old man's words, they immediately trembled, and quickly sat up straight, not daring to turn back for a moment.

When Meng Hao's eyes flickered, he felt a burst of whimpering sounds in the still void behind him, as if there were countless people crying, faintly, the surroundings were even colder, but in the afterglow, he could see that there were wisps of white mist, like hair, spreading from behind him, fluttering around.

"My Word...... The end can be ......" with a rotten voice. When it came again. It seems to be closer.

Meng Hao's eyes. Gradually revealing a cold glow, he stood at the bow of the boat, although he did not look back, but the momentum on his body has become more and more dignified.

The speed of the boat is getting faster and faster, but the qiē around it has stopped, and it seems that the speed of the boat is no matter how fast it is. It was impossible to escape the entanglement of the white silk thread, and this silk thread was also spreading more and more around.

It is as if this boat is frozen in a picture, and the qiē in the picture is stationary, so this boat, even if the three elders have tried their best, but in fact, it is still motionless in this picture.

The breath of decay. Getting closer and closer, it seems that the ghost wheel in the mouth of the three old men. It's getting closer.

The passage of time on the boat began to accelerate, and even everyone on the boat trembled, as if the signs of withering life.

The three elders are desperate.

Meng Hao was silent, his right foot was raised, and he stepped lightly towards the boat, and immediately his cultivation suddenly poured into the boat, and the boat roared, and the surrounding splints exploded directly, but at the same time, it broke out at an unprecedented speed, roaring, straight ahead, and went away in an instant.

The speed was so fast, as if he was about to break free from this static world, the three elders took a deep breath, their expressions showed hope, and they fully cooperated, and finally let the boat that seemed to be in the picture start to move forward, making the surrounding still pictures flow.

This is a kind of impetus formed by the confrontation with the rules around the speed after reaching a certain level, the void flows, and the stillness seems to be slowly broken, seeing that the speed of this flow is getting faster and faster, suddenly, a sigh came from Meng Hao's ears.

"Hao'er...... All these years, you are well...... Back then, your mother disagreed, and it was for your father...... Insist on it, don't blame her......" This is a middle-aged man's voice, containing endless love, and when it reached Meng Hao's ears, Meng Hao's body shook violently.

In his memory, there is still this voice, even after many years, he still vaguely remembers that it was his father's voice!

Meng Hao was silent, did not look back, and when he accelerated, the stillness, the rapid flow of the surroundings, and even the white hairs around him gradually leaned back, like a boat about to get out of trouble.

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

"Hao'er...... You...... Do you remember your mother's parents...... Go back and let my mother take a look at you, so many years...... We miss you all the time. ”

Meng Hao's body shook again, his head turned slightly to the side, his eyes showed a complicated meaning, after a few breaths, he didn't look back, he controlled the boat with all his might, and the boat boomed, and the tip of the boat had rushed into the picture that seemed to be stationary.

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

"In the bottom of your heart, there is an obsession. The voice came out again, this time, not the voice of his parents in his memory, but the vicissitudes of life with the rotten voice of old age.

The voice also has a sense of confusion, and it seems to carry infinite obsession.

"On the Huangquan Road, you are one of the many beings that the old man has met, and your obsession ...... The old man can be satisfied, and when you look back, you will see what your parents used to be. ”

Meng Hao's whole body was suddenly slammed, no longer pouring into the boat, but standing at the bow of the boat, in front of him was the edge of the picture, and after stepping out, he could get out of here.

He knew that once he turned back, there would be an accident, but he was still shocked by this sentence.

No one heard the words that came into Meng Hao's ears, including the three elders, everyone was trembling at this moment, as if they had lost their minds, only Meng Hao had his own sobriety.

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

"Turn your head, what's the point. ”

"Practicing all your life, cultivating the heart, walking the way, understanding the reason, and doing the truth. ”

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

He saw at a glance that behind him, there were countless white threads, which were gently brushed on the boat, like winding but not like winding, and at the end of these hairs, there was a huge boat!

This boat is so big, it is a thousand zhang in size, and it is filled with a sense of vicissitudes, as if I don't know how many years it has existed, and it is even more broken, as if it has experienced the baptism of war.

At the bow of the boat, there was a figure sitting in a pitch-black armor, unable to see clearly, but could only faintly feel that the body of the armor had withered for many years.

And this white silk is his hair!

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

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

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

The picture appeared in just a few breaths, and then it dissipated instantly, Meng Hao was short of breath, and suddenly came to his senses.

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

"For many years, the old man has seen his almost countless Dao species...... Only here you seem to be a little different. ”

"Let's go. Wearing armor, sitting cross-legged on the boat, as if the old man who would never stand up, with a touch of reminiscence, when he opened his mouth lightly, the white silk wrapped around Meng Haozhou's boat was slowly retracted, and at the same time, the vicissitudes of the war boat also slowly leaned back, gradually illusory, as if to return to nothingness.

And the stillness of the surroundings is also slowly restored at this moment.

Seeing that the other party was leaving, Meng Hao suddenly opened his mouth and said a word.

"The promise of the predecessors has not been fulfilled yet!" As soon as Meng Hao's words came out, the surroundings immediately returned to a static state, and in an instant, they re-solidified, and the war boat where the old man was located also stopped again in an instant, and the feeling of decay and vicissitudes suddenly became intense.

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

This glance seems to contain the changes of the whole world, the alternation of time and years, when it was reflected in Meng Hao's eyes, Meng Hao's mind roared again.

This time, the picture that appeared in front of his eyes was Daqingshan!

Outside Daqing Mountain, the purple wind howled, and the fog rolled in, flooding Daqing Mountain, and gradually enveloping Yunjie County under the mountain.

In the county, the lights of every house were extinguished in an instant, but there was only one ...... The lights were flickering, and I could vaguely see that there was a middle-aged man standing there by the window of this house.

I don't know what I'm thinking, and then there are bursts of crying, coming from the house, through the cracks in the doors and windows, you can see that it is the back of a woman, holding a child, in tears.

The child's eyes are very smart, but at the moment they are at a loss and puzzled.

When the purple wind, blowing purple mist, flooded the entire Yunjie County, the sky, it was originally night, but suddenly a purple sun appeared!

The purple sun, exuding indescribable coercion, only appeared in this Yunjie County.

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

At the moment of walking out, Meng Hao saw her appearance clearly.

It was a very beautiful woman, with gentleness, and tears at the moment, as if there were thousands of reluctance, but there was no choice but to go into the fog, leaving in the house, for this scene, afraid, frightened, dazed, helpless children.

"Daddy......"

The "mother......" child became more and more frightened, ran out, entered the mist, and cried out loudly.

"Daddy...... Mother...... Where you are, I'm scared ......" The child's voice was immature, with a trill, as if he was extremely afraid of this scene, the wind around him was very cold, and the fog around him covered everything, but it could not stop the child's call, and in this fog, it spread farther and farther.

The sound of the child's crying was mixed with the call, and when he ran, he fell, broke his knees, torn his clothes, his hair was messy, and when the tears were falling, he just wanted to find his father and mother, but he didn't notice that behind him, in the mist, a black ghost claw, instantly stretched out, went straight to the child's head, and grabbed it. (To be continued......)