Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

"This, this is the Northern Meng Dragon King, it really is, it really is, the God descending to earth, the Supreme One descending to the world!"

Although the horse-faced ghost had become expressionless because of the human skin mask, his eyes were bulging at this time, constantly recalling the mystery and magic of Meng Zhao's finger, and comparing it with Shen Tianci's big sun waterfall move that he had faced before.

Thinking over it, he felt that if these two magical skills were to be compared, Meng Zhao's lethality would be stronger and greater.

Because he had really faced the big sun waterfall move, it was indeed melting gold and iron, like molten magma falling from the sky, with unparalleled power.

But, Meng Zhao's finger, or this sword, was like the sky bowing down, the way of heaven was born, and in terms of pure atmosphere, it might not be as powerful as Shen Tianci's, but its charm, divine intention, and lethality were far superior to Shen Tianci's.

If that day, the three great masters of theirs were facing Meng Zhao's finger, even if they had the imitation of the Medicine Master Cauldron in their hands, they would probably die on the spot and would never be able to escape.

No wonder it is widely said in the martial arts world that Shen Tianci is a young talent, and Meng Zhao is a latecomer who is better than the former.

As for Yan Libing, goose bumps appeared all over his body, and his heart almost jumped out.

He himself had no idea about Meng Zhao, but when he thought of the four people rushing to Mengjiazhuang with a fierce momentum, and even Qiao Nian wanted to tease Meng Zhao, he was sweating coldly.

He really didn't know how high the sky was, how deep the earth was, Meng Zhao was a man of superb martial arts, domineering and magnificent, how could he be humiliated?

Now, he, a nobleman in Yujing City, has to surrender to him, I really don't know where this man's limit will be in the future.

Yan Libing even had a feeling in his heart, whether the nameless eunuch with superb martial arts could be a match for Meng Zhao?

If Yan Libing had seen Meng Zhao's attack before, he might have thought that the nameless eunuch was better than Meng Zhao. Now, it's hard to say.

Even to say something treasonous, Beitang Sheng is known as the invincible one in heaven and earth, the supreme one. If we put aside the bonus of his status and just talk about martial arts, he may not be much stronger than Meng Zhao.

Even if the timeline is extended and Meng Zhao has more time to grow, the victory or defeat will be clearer.

However, compared with the various psychological activities of the two at this time, shock, fear, yearning...

Meng Zhao seemed much calmer. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed the place where the strange poison king turned into ashes. An irregular milky white crystal the size of a baby's fist fell into Meng Zhao's hand.

And with the milky white crystal in hand, the feathered insect in Meng Zhao's body burst out with a stronger throbbing, like a greedy child who saw a delicious meal and wanted to stuff it into his mouth in one bite.

With the corners of his lips slightly raised, a silk thread suddenly sprang out from Meng Zhao's palm, piercing into the milky white crystal. Soon, it was completely decomposed and swallowed into the body through the silk thread, or more accurately, it was swallowed up by the feathered insect.

This irregular milky white crystal is the essence of the strange poison king. While being calcined, it constantly condenses and accumulates. It can be said that 80% of the poison king's energy is in it.

Among them, the toxin has undergone a qualitative change during the calcination.

Ordinary people will die immediately if they are contaminated by even a little bit, let alone absorbing it.

Putting aside the side effects of the toxin, the master warrior wants to swallow all the energy essence of the poison king at once, and there is also the risk of bursting.

It can only be said that the feathered insect is worthy of being a divine object created by nature.

According to Meng Zhao's estimation, with this opportunity, he can cocoon himself again at any time and undergo a deep transformation.

Of course, timing is also very important, at least not now.

Slowly raising his head, Meng Zhao looked at the sky in the poison cave space.

The gray, gloomy sky, which was pregnant with despair and emptiness, became even darker at this time.

Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost also found something unusual at this time and looked at the sky.

The sky, which was originally only gray, was completely dark at this time. Large patches of heavy dark clouds continued to accumulate, like waves surging in the sea, layer upon layer, making people palpitate.

In the dark clouds, hundreds of red lightnings burst out in an instant, dividing the huge dark sky into countless small fragments.

"What is going on?"

Yan Libing stuttered a little. Killing the poison king, is there any trouble?

Is what Meng Zhao said true?

"Hey, I said that this monster is the body chosen by the powerful man who fell here, and he wants to use it as a foundation to take over another body and be reborn.

Now that his body is destroyed, it is too difficult to give birth to another body of such a terrifying and strange monster with the same potential, and the time spent is incalculable.

I have ruined someone's good thing. How can this powerful soul spare me?"

Meng Zhao's tone was relaxed, but his expression was still solemn, and it was obvious that he didn't really care at all.

After all, this is a ruthless person who is dead but not stiff, dead but not annihilated, with a broken soul will, replacing the small heavenly way, and can still think about taking over another body and being reborn.

Throughout the ages, those who have such achievements in the way of heaven and man are considered to be very few and the top ones.

Although Meng Zhao cultivated his soul, he stopped at the level of a grandmaster, which is still a bit inferior to such a powerful man.

Of course, this refers to the other party's heyday.

Now that body no longer exists, his soul and will are incomplete, and it has even merged with the small heaven of this world. Although it retains some vitality, it is definitely far less than its peak period.

Thunder snakes were running, angry clouds were rolling, and the loud rumbling sound was like the roar of the sky, continuous and shocking.

On the earth, countless seemingly powerful and vicious poisonous insects were now hiding underground and trembling under the mighty power of heaven.

The hurricane rose, and the wind and sand hit the face, blowing without distinguishing north from south, east from west.

Finally, above the sky, a huge, clearly identifiable blood-red vertical pupil appeared.

Blood-colored veins, dark pupils, containing endless resentment, malice, and destruction.

With just one glance, Yan Libing's spirit almost collapsed, and his heart of Taoism was shattered.

Fortunately, the handwriting of the great Confucian scholar in the Middle Ages in his hand, although no longer powerful, still had a residual righteousness to protect him.

Otherwise, this noble and proud son of Yujing City would be completely useless the moment he saw the blood-red vertical pupil above the sky, which was worse than death.

The horse-faced ghost had a little more resistance. After all, he was a master martial arts expert with a strong spirit. He could still resist with his strength.

Meng Zhao was solemn, but also a little happy, because the appearance of this vertical pupil not only showed that all his guesses were correct.

This was a rare material for him to study and deduce to improve his own foundation and practice.

For those who were not strong enough, this was a great desperate situation.

But for Meng Zhao, although there was danger, it was also a great opportunity.