Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

If possible, Meng Zhao even wanted to have a good exchange with the owner of this blood-red vertical pupil, which can also be called the eye of the Heavenly Dao.

How did the other party perish in his body and keep his incomplete soul alive?

And how could he invade the small Heavenly Dao with the power of his soul and achieve the state of harmony with the Dao?

And if it is really harmonious with the Dao, the Heavenly Dao should be selfless and desireless, but it still retains its own will and belief, and does not hesitate to urge the potential essence of this poison cave space to give birth to a body that can carry its own incomplete soul and has infinite potential.

All these things are mysterious, but they all converge on one person, which shows how talented this strong man who fell here and combined the small Heavenly Dao with his incomplete soul must be, and he is rare in ancient and modern times.

What a pity, Meng Zhao's idea is destined to be a delusion.

It was because the emotions expressed by the Little Eye of Heaven at this moment were only endless hatred and destruction, and there was clearly no reason or clarity, let alone communication.

Meng Zhao put his right hand behind his back, and gently raised his left hand, and two soft forces floated down on the Horse-Faced Ghost and Yan Libing.

With the help of this strange force, the two could completely get rid of the influence of the Little Eye of Heaven and become alienated.

"Is this the strong man who invaded the will of Heaven that Meng Longwang said?"

Meng Zhao shook his head, nodded, and sighed,

"Yes, but unfortunately, it's not entirely true. His body was destroyed, and his soul power was like water without a source and a tree without roots. It was completely incomparable to the will of the small Heavenly Dao born in this space. Although it was in harmony with the Dao, it only occupied less than 40% of the authority of the small Heavenly Dao.

If he didn't have a secret method, he wouldn't even have the possibility of preserving his own will.

This Eye of Heaven, the incomplete soul power, probably only accounted for less than 40%, and most of the rest still came from the small Heavenly Dao in this space."

Meng Zhao's soul was successful, and his understanding and research of the Heavenly Dao, the universe and nature, and various rules and laws were completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Therefore, he could clearly guess the truth of the poison cave space and see the truth of the small Heavenly Dao Eye.

"Then, what is this eye going to do?"

"It is going to bring down a heavenly punishment, and it is mainly aimed at me. You two should be smart, because I may not have the energy to take care of you later."

This thing seems to have only one eye, but Meng Zhao thinks it is more troublesome than a great master at the peak.

While the three were talking, the blood-red vertical pupils above the sky opened and closed, and the blood-red lightning crackled towards the direction and position of Meng Zhao above the earth.

Hundreds of lightning turned into lightning snakes, winding in the void, and the burning space was burnt. The terrifying killing power was that even a mountain would be turned into ashes under the effect of this powerful lightning.

Meng Zhao's soul warned that with his supreme physical magical power, if he was injured by this blood-red lightning, he would also be left with a wound that was difficult to heal.

It was because this blood-red lightning was Yin thunder, which was formed by the friction between the five elements of Kuishui divine thunder and the poisonous thunder produced by the friction of the poisonous gas in the poison cave. It was extremely powerful and could break Gangjin and cut blood. Even those who had mastered the horizontal training would suffer a loss if they wanted to resist it with their bodies.

This kind of sinister thunder had only the power of destruction, without any creative power. It was a killing move that left no room for maneuver.

Facing the blood-red thunder that was running all over the sky, like a hundred pythons, Meng Zhao put his hands together and muttered a secret mantra. There was a golden divine light surging around him. Then his palms flew, his arms were supported, and his muscles rose up, like a vajra, and he pushed towards the place where the blood thunder landed.

His feet were not straight and seemed loose, but they were like green pines and cypresses, shaking in the wind and water, and remained motionless, just like Anren was as still as the earth.

Under his feet, in the dark ground, the place where Meng Zhao's feet were separated was slightly bulged, pushing Meng Zhao's body up about an inch high. The two bulges were like the horns of a dragon.

It was Meng Zhao who, with his supreme cultivation, could see through the veins of the poison cave and found a poison dragon vein. He used his true dragon energy to guide the earth energy to surge up, and the horns of the poison dragon bulged outward, connecting with Meng Zhao.

As a result, Meng Zhao not only had supreme magical powers at this time, but also had the power of the veins of the poison cave space.

The endless golden divine light collided fiercely with the blood-red poisonous thunder that fell from the sky.

Each poisonous thunder like a python fell into the golden light, just like a python entering the water. Although it splashed water, it was just that, and was contained by the mighty waves.

The mighty thunderstorm that could drive mountains and cut rivers soon disappeared quietly under the surge of Meng Zhao's mighty golden light.

It was Meng Zhao who combined the magic of Buddhism with the magic of the way of the devil, and the Buddha and the devil became one. He not only dissolved the power of the poisonous thunder, but also crushed it, devoured it, and consumed it.

The next moment, Meng Zhao made a palm with both hands in front of his chest, his waist was like a bow, and his feet were like plows and rakes, and he made three consecutive palm strikes.

The golden light in his palm rippled, and then a golden dragon hundreds of feet in size roared and flew up, rushing towards the blood-colored vertical pupils above the sky!

Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost were dazzled by these scenes, and the excitement, touching, and touching in their hearts were endless.

Every action of Meng Zhao seemed to contain the secret of the way of heaven, the wonder of martial arts, and the evolution of the way.

Yan Libing's cultivation was shallow, and what he saw was shallow, but it was useful to him, and his deep understanding was enough to make his cultivation unimpeded for a period of time in the future.

The horse-faced ghost's practice is profound, his master's state is not ordinary, and what he observes is also profound, which has a greater effect on him. He only feels the inspiration that he could not find in the past. If the mountain spring gushes out at this time, the Yinshan line of magical skills he has practiced will be reflected in it. More changes and more mysteries arise in my mind.

In particular, Meng Zhao used the energy and power of the earth to strengthen himself and fight against the little Eye of Heaven. He turned and disappeared, turned invisible, and then reversed the spurt to fight back against his opponent. There were more than a hundred kinds of martial arts contained in it?

It was only at this moment that the horse-faced ghost truly realized that Meng Zhao was by no means an empty-headed man with only realm strength, no skills, and a general understanding of martial arts.

He has learned a lot and has countless magical skills. However, in Meng Zhao's hands, they can be combined, mixed and changed at will. It can be said that he can do whatever he wants and is omnipotent.

Even regardless of their level, even with the same level of cultivation, the horse-faced ghost would be amazed by Meng Zhao's magical power and willingly bow down to him.

"This is the real unparalleled magical skill, the skill is close to the Tao!"

The horse-faced ghost was talking, but he was thinking in his heart that even if he joined Meng Zhao's disciples, it might not be a bad thing.

Nowadays, the warriors of the Yinshan lineage have not yet been born, and he and the Minotaur God are still too weak.

The two of them were able to achieve today's martial arts not only because of their own qualifications and talents, but also because they had reference and correspondence in each other's practice, and they could enlighten each other and clear up doubts.