Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Of course, these speculations and deductions are of no help in defeating and suppressing this strange poison king.

The only way to kill it is with unrivaled strength.

In fact, it is not only Yan Libing who is in despair at this time, but also the horse-faced ghost who is still fighting with the poison claws. When he found the true body of the poison king, his heart was cold.

He thought that he had restrained most of the power of the poison king hidden in the dark. The power of his true body should be very weak and can be dealt with and delayed by the people of the Lei family.

However, reality gave him a heavy blow. The power comparison between him and the poison king was too great.

Maybe everyone is at the level of the master, but his power index may be only more than ten, while that of the poison king is ninety-nine.

Just a little bit, you can break through the grandmaster, just a little bit, you can enter another level.

But even if it is just that little bit, the difference in force between the two has been widened to an extremely terrifying degree.

Even though he was carrying the Yinshan inheritance and was a very talented person, he could not see any hope of survival at this moment.

Perhaps, only by gathering the strength of the Bull-Headed God, the Horse-Faced Ghost, and even Lei Wanche, could they fight against this strange Poison King.

At the moment, they could only hope that the boy from Yujing City had a good trump card and could kill the Poison King.

Yan Libing was very nervous at this moment. Facing the three-headed and six-armed Poison King, he dared not breathe, just because the opponent's pressure was overwhelming, and all the focus fell on the bright red, bloody withered heart essence in his hand.

"Wow wow wow!"

There were three more baby-like cries. Yan Libing's heart was shocked. He dared not hold back any more. His hand was like an orchid. He swung it slightly at the chest and unfolded a yellow cloth, half a foot wide and one foot long, like silk on the outside and cotton on the inside.

There were also lines of ink-colored handwriting, spread out squarely on the cloth. Although they were only the size of a fingernail, each word shone with a milky white light. The words were bright and connected into a milky white light curtain, blocking Yan Libing.

In the void, there was a huge, upright, and more shocking chanting sound than the thunder in the storm, "The dead are like this, day and night!"

Nine words, just nine words, but it seemed to be a cry from another time and space, from a great man.

Under this chanting sound, the handwriting of the great scholar turned into a surging river, flowing from the beginningless place to the endless place.

In the poison cave space, it was dim and gloomy, as if the sun would never be seen. The sky of hope was torn apart by golden rays of light. Countless fine light fragments fell on the ground, shooting and killing countless dark poisonous insects, and even melting, dissolving, and annihilating the endless Yinsha and poisonous forces!

Such a huge momentum is actually just a tiny afterglow. Most of its righteousness and infinite power fell on the strange poison king.

But the poison king's three heads and six eyes opened together, six rays of light gathered in six arms, and evolved into a dark green sky curtain, like the blue sky and blue sea, floating in front of him, facing the destructive power of the great scholar's handwriting, and bursting out the aftermath that shocked the world and made ghosts weep.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were dark, and nothing could be seen or heard. People in it lost the so-called five senses, leaving only the initial consciousness and thoughts.

Above the sky, the horse-faced ghost was caught off guard and was directly swept by this magnificent and unparalleled aftermath of the shock. His body fell several miles away and turned into a brilliant meteor, falling from the sky.

The poison claws were also turned into dust under the aftermath, and even the so-called thousands of poisonous insect corpses were not left behind.

Meng Zhao quietly used his magic skills and turned into a black hole, swallowing up all the visible and invisible forces around him, but without revealing any sharpness, attracting the attention of Yan Libing and the strange poison king.

The whole person seemed to have disappeared from this space.

He was feeling.

The handwriting of the great Confucian scholar in the Middle Ages was undoubtedly the power of a great master. He operated the power of the divine essence and compressed the pure and majestic realm of Confucianism. In the handwriting, every word of a short handwriting was like a huge and blazing sun, shining and righteous, sweeping away all evil ways and treacherous things.

It is true that righteousness lasts forever and all evil is warded off!

Meng Zhao is familiar with the strengths of the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism. He controls them with the body of Emperor Dragon Ziwei, and he is handy and natural.

As for Confucian martial arts, he has always been superficial.

Because in essence, the imperial way and Confucianism are opposite and contradictory.

It is not to say that the two are incompatible, on the contrary, the two complement each other.

However, it is very embarrassing to gather them on one person.

Just as since ancient times, the power of the monarch and the power of the prime minister have been mutually balanced, and one rises while the other falls.

But it is also undeniable that this Confucian and Taoist practice is indeed very magical and mysterious.

In fact, it is somewhat similar to the martial arts practice of Zhao Ruling, which focuses on Taoism rather than martial arts.

Confucianism, Confucianism, is to practice the great way of Confucianism, and the so-called martial arts and realm are just the scenery along the way to the great road.

For example, Confucian and Taoist monks often have the existence of not flying for three years, soaring into the sky, not singing for three years, and making a stunning sound.

They often do not focus on the practice of martial arts, but work hard on Confucianism, or practice their own ideas and practice through practice.

Once the foundation is sufficient and perfect, they can soar into the sky at any time.

For example, some great Confucian scholars may be masters or grand masters in terms of realm, but their fighting power is extremely weak, and may not be as good as some strong people who have really fought and trained in death.

However, this is just because they have never majored in the method of fighting. If they want, they can certainly have strong fighting ability.

But in this way, there is a suspicion of putting the cart before the horse and reversing the priorities.

Therefore, there has been a saying that literati are weak since ancient times.

It is not that they are really weak, but that they do not blindly pursue powerful military force in terms of philosophy.

But if you really want to explore and learn, the fighting power of Confucianism will definitely surprise you.

For example, the handwriting of the great Confucian scholar in the Middle Ages held by Yan Libing.

It is derived from a body of righteousness and the laws of heaven and earth.

One word is a way, and one way unexpectedly represents a means comparable to the level of the great master.

The only pity is that this handwriting of the great Confucian scholar is only a handwriting after all, not the real body of the great Confucian scholar.

Moreover, the power of this handwriting is limited, not infinite and can be squandered at will.

This also led to the fact that Yan Libing's method was indeed preemptive and domineering.

However, he wanted to directly annihilate the strange poison king born from the will and flesh of a super-strong man.

He was still not strong enough! (End of this chapter)