Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

As soon as the crisis was resolved, Meng Zhao, wearing Emperor Yu's Canglong armor, turned into a rainbow light and suddenly came to Beitang Xing.

The two faced each other, staring at each other, but their feelings were completely different.

In Beitangxing's eyes, Meng Zhaozhen was like a real dragon that was flying across the world and flying across the universe. His magnanimity, majesty, and power were all vast and boundless. A single eye seemed to be able to crush an entire void.

That kind of extreme power and extreme domination also brings extreme oppression.

He was frightened in his heart, and naturally it was difficult to hold on to his mind. Therefore, after looking at Meng Zhao for a moment, his eyes drifted away and he did not dare to look again.

Meng Zhao was different. Previously, he had the dragon energy of the imperial way and the destiny of the dynasty and the country, which stimulated the emperor's sword skills. Beitangxing was so majestic that it was like a god coming to the world, unrivaled, and his every move was the general trend.

At this time, Beitang Xingtianzi's swordsmanship was broken, and his cultivation level was extremely meager in Meng Zhao's eyes, and was not worth mentioning at all.

In this way, regardless of the aura brought by his bloodline, identity, and status, Beitangxing is actually just a slightly outstanding young man, too immature.

Especially at this moment, Beitang Xing, who was so anxious that he didn't even dare to look at each other, showed an unprecedented weakness.

This kind of posture is probably something that even those close to Liu Laodao have never seen before.

In addition, Beitangxing is still weakened as never before.

This bloodline's forbidden magical power also requires consuming his royal bloodline. At this time, nearly half of the blood essence and blood in his body have been consumed, and his vitality has been greatly damaged. Even if Meng Zhao lets him go today, he will suffer from one illness every three days and one illness every five days. Sick Yangzi, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he cannot reverse the original deficiency and failure.

Beitang Xing gritted his teeth and was about to speak, but when he saw Meng Zhao's purple and black eyes, his expression was in a trance, and his eyes immediately turned into darkness.

Meng Zhao's eyes were like two clusters of stars, shining brightly, and his right arm turned into an afterimage, suddenly falling on the Baihui point on Beitang Xing's head.

A terrifying suction force was released from Meng Zhao's palm, and Beitang Xing's true energy, essence, and even spirit gradually separated from his body, just like the rolling river flowing into the sea, moving towards Meng Zhao's body. Palms, rushing away.

And as Beitangxing's body gradually lost weight, his originally round cheeks even exposed his cheekbones, the Emperor's destiny and Emperor's Qi that were secretly attached to his body were also transferred to Meng Zhao in an incredible way. on the body.

Suddenly, the natal Ziwei star, which was suppressed by Meng Zhao with the Heavenly Divine Mirror in the depths of the sea of ​​​​consciousness between the eyebrows, turned out to be unprecedentedly bright.

The billowing and rich purple energy unexpectedly fell from the sky in this desolate and uninhabited mountain tonight, turning into a mighty purple energy river for hundreds of miles, pouring into Meng Zhao's body without hesitation.

It even formed a very amazing spectacle.

Meng Zhao's palms swallowed everything that belonged to Beitang Xing, and from the sky, an endless stream of purple energy poured down, almost turning into a purple cloud, draped over the body of Meng Zhao, who was wearing Emperor Yu's battle armor.

Meng Zhao is like a demon who has been cultivating for countless years, unscrupulously absorbing the most noble power between heaven and earth.

If this strange sight were exposed to the outside world, it would definitely cause a big stir. It might even cause the Beitang royal family to send secret talks in all directions to find the location of Ziwei's treasure body and even confirm Meng Zhao's identity.

However, the right time, place, people and people are all in Mengzhao. In this wilderness and mountains, there is not even a shadow of a ghost. It is late at night, and no one has ever seen such a strange scene.

By the time all the rays of light on Meng Zhao's body had converged into his body, Beitangxing was almost exhausted.

Meng Zhao let go of Beitang Xing from his palm and saw that the talented prince who was once full of energy and power had half of his hair turned gray. His whole body seemed to be dehydrated, his skin and flesh clinging to his bones, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

However, even though he had become like this, Beitang Xing still did not lose his energy and spirit, and even had the strength to stand where he was, but it was quite laborious.

"Ahem, cough, okay, what a Beimeng Dragon King. No, I didn't expect that you actually practiced such evil martial arts, but you can swallow other people's martial arts, spirit, blood, and even fate. .

Meng Zhao, you, you are truly a demon among demons. God, everyone in the world has misjudged you. "

Beitangxing was dying at this time, and his speech was weak. However, his thinking was clearer than ever before, and he truly realized what happened to him.

Meng Zhao, this peerless pair of heroes is praised by people all over the world, worshiped by countless people in the martial arts world, and admired and looked forward to by the entire land of China.

He is actually proficient in the special skills of evil spirits, and his behavior is so cruel and ruthless.

This is not the seed of righteousness, it is clearly a kind of evil spirit.

Meng Zhao laughed, his skin and flesh squirmed, and he once again transformed into Beitang Xing's appearance, saying,

“Twelve princes will make a king or lose a bandit. This is an unbreakable truth since ancient times.

I, Meng Zhao, am neither a good person nor a bad person. I have done good things and bad things.

I have never been troubled by the so-called battle between good and evil, nor will I be put off by the so-called evil, Tao, and martial arts you talk about.

What I want, what I ask for, is a path to transcendence, nothing more.

You have lost everything now, and you are an out-and-out loser in front of me. "

"I could have sucked you dry just now and turned you into a mummy, but do you know why I didn't do that?"

Beitangxing coughed a few more times, and black pus and blood spurted out of his mouth. Hearing this, he grinned and sneered,

"You don't dare to kill me directly, because you are afraid that my father, who is deeply scheming and the most powerful person in the world, has left more secret methods on me, right?"

His speech was actually smoother and much more fluent than before.

Even if you look closely, Beitangxing's energy has recovered a lot. Although he still looks like a skeleton, his former style can still be seen in his expression.

Meng Zhao sighed,

"You are indeed a talent. If you are given time, the land of China will have a place for you, and your future will be promising.

It's a pity that you met me.

Of course, even without me, you may not be able to escape your father's ordeal. "

"I am giving you a chance now so that you can choose your own destiny. You should be grateful to me."

Beitangxing still had that mocking expression.

After a while, he thought of something and just as he was about to speak, he smiled.

He wanted to ask Meng Zhao to help his sister if he met her in the future.

But, since I already look like a loser, why should I use my remaining dignity to beg him? (End of chapter)