Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao nodded. It was good to be able to dig out this information in such a short time. However, his expression suddenly turned cold, and the whole room seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. A chill that penetrated everyone's heart.

Ever since he learned that Meng Zhao had become a peerless master and captured Wu Huai'en, the master of the Unfeeling Tao, his power had become stronger day by day. A frown or a lowered eye could make people's hearts beat wildly, almost as if they had offended him in some way.

At this time, Meng Zhao was dissatisfied. Even though they were all people whom Meng Zhao relied on and trusted, they were all trembling with fear.

"Pu Du Sect, a poor family, is very good. The thieves are really determined to destroy me. They must use thunderbolt methods to make them recognize the reality. Forget it, Zhou Hu, tell me the location of the Pudu Sect's branch helm. I listen."

After that, Meng Zhao stood up, flicked his sleeves, and walked to the east side of the room in front of a screen.

This jade screen was a gift given to him by the Ding family, and it was already valuable in itself. However, what Meng Zhao cared about more was the detailed map of Lingwu City hanging on the surface.

In addition to the specific terrain and landforms, there are also densely packed small forces marked on it.

In the midst of those forces that were as fine as stars, Meng Zhao's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his slender fingers as white as jade, and gently pressed on the position of Suihan Gate. His eyes were deep and no fluctuations could be seen.

Everyone followed Meng Zhao to the screen. They were a little curious and didn't know what Meng Zhao was going to do. Zhou Hu was also confused, but he didn't dare to neglect. He hurriedly stepped forward and based on the information he got from interrogation, he mapped the screen on the huge map. After searching for a while, he finally pointed in a certain direction.

Meng Zhao knocked on the location of the Pudu Sect's branch helm, made some calculations in his mind, nodded, and felt confident...

In the outer city of Lingwu, the Suihan Sect is not a big force in the city, but it is still a household that has been established for decades. Its strength should not be underestimated, especially the martial arts that prevails. The Suihan Divine Skill passed down from its sect is an ice-type stunt. one.

It is said that there are nine levels in total, and by understanding the highest level, there is a 30% chance that one can reach the master level and become an unparalleled powerhouse.

It is a pity that since the establishment of the Suihan Clan, no one has ever been able to cultivate such a powerful martial arts, let alone enter the realm of a grandmaster. Only the ancestors who created this skill may have had a glimpse of such a mysterious martial arts realm.

However, although there has never been a strong master, the innate masters in the sect have never been cut off. In addition, they are relatively modest in their behavior. In Lingwu City, they are unable to develop and protect themselves.

Even though Meng Zhao started a bloody storm and annexed the influence of eleven large and small families, it was never affected by the storm.

At this time, the master of the Suihan Sect was in a slightly dark and cold secret room, pacing back and forth anxiously, sighing, and showing an annoyed look from time to time, feeling that he was really lost in his mind.

To be persuaded by that villain from the hell realm with just a few words, he actually dared to do harm to the Meng family. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

He looks to be in his forties, his vitality and blood have begun to decline, and his eyes are slightly cloudy. He is actually older. It is only because he has practiced innate Qigong and has the ability to maintain his appearance that he looks slightly younger.

The leader of the Suihan Clan once had an illegitimate daughter, and married her to the heir of a medium-sized family in the city, thus gaining protection, and the Suihan Clan has continued to grow.

He didn't have any big ambitions, he just wanted to find a good family for his daughter so that the Suihan family could continue to exist in the future, that's all.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Meng Zhao took action, he wiped out his son-in-law's entire family, and even his own daughter was beaten as a slave by Meng Zhao. He gave the meritorious warriors under his disciples as slaves and maids, so naturally he felt dissatisfied and resentful.

He had also thought about coming to Meng Zhao and asking for a favor to rescue his daughter at a price.

However, because he was timid and cowardly, he was afraid that his son-in-law would implicate him, so he did not dare to speak out.

There was anger and hatred in his heart, but this kind of anger and hatred had no place to survive when faced with Meng Zhao's god-like martial arts. Even if he had three courages, he would not dare to plot to assassinate Meng Zhao.

However, there was the Hell Realm first, and then there was the Pudu Sect. They coaxed, deceived, frightened and got him on the pirate ship.

All he was thinking about was to provide some help and add trouble to Meng Zhao.

When he actually did it, he began to regret it again.

For a while, I was worried that I had helped Hell Realm and Pudu Cult accomplish this, and that I would be completely on the pirate ship, being manipulated, and that I would not be able to control myself from now on.

After a while, he was worried that the manpower he provided would be discovered, and then leaked his identity and Suihan family, incurring a blow from Meng Zhao.

After a while, with some pleasure and excitement, I hoped to see Meng Zhao furious but helpless after Wu Huaien was rescued.

But for some reason, the more I tried to calm down, the restless mood in my heart became more obvious, and even seemed to get worse.

Moreover, the master of the Suihan Sect, who was obviously very skilled in cultivation, had deep internal strength, and was in good health, was now involuntarily sweating, his mouth was dry, and his heart was beating rapidly, as if some catastrophe was about to happen.

The leader of the Suihan Sect wiped off the big beads of sweat on his forehead, bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain suppressed the anxiety that almost drove him crazy, regained a little bit of sanity and clarity, and thought to himself,

"My current performance is completely driven by some kind of powerful oppression and murderous intention, but I am extremely safe and have no foreign enemies to break in. Is it possible that I am too worried?"

With a thought in his heart, the master of Suihan Sect felt that this dark secret room was like a cage, trapping him in it, completely separated from the outside world. Without any hesitation, he opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

However, what chilled the Suihan Sect Master was that after walking out of the secret room, the feeling of panic and anxiety in his heart not only did not ease, but became more intense. The words "disaster is imminent" almost occupied his entire mind.

And not long after the Suihan Sect Master walked out of the secret room, the entire Suihan Sect, men, women, old and young, with and without martial arts, all felt frightened.

Until, above the head, the bright sunshine was suddenly blocked, as if a dog was eclipsing the sun; the cold wind around was also stagnant, as if the space was frozen.

Hundreds of people looked up at the sky, and a huge hand that could not be seen to the end slowly pressed down from the sky.

The five fingers are like five divine pillars holding up the sky and the earth, and even more like five majestic and endless divine dragons, emitting scorching divine light.

The palm of your hand seems to be able to accommodate thousands of people. It is dark and deep, containing endless mysteries and absorbing people's spirits.

At the moment when the giant palm fell from the sky, some people who were uneasy and did not have deep cultivation were immediately shocked into idiots, their spirits dissipated, and they were no different from dead people.

However, innate masters such as the Master of the Suihan Clan, who are extremely skilled in cultivation, are unable to fight back in the face of this earth-shaking giant palm that looks like an ancient god and demon. They can only watch themselves and the Suihan Clan where they are, To wipe out every life for this giant palm...