Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The mad dragon roared, a sharp and resentful sound wave, overwhelming the mountains and seas, piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks.

From the earth, rolling yellow light, wrapped in endless mud, sand and rocks, mixed together, turned into the body of the dragon vein, stretching to the sky.

Hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, towering into the clouds, straight into the sky.

Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost, even with the true qi stimulating their eyes, could no longer see the figure of Meng Zhao standing on the dragon vein and dragon horn.

What the two saw was just like the scene in the myth and legend, where the gods and men flew up on the dragon, broke through the heavy locks of space, and transcended.

In this moment, this scene, suddenly, the two seemed to see that after endless years, it was also Meng Zhao, who rode a real dragon to break through the world of Shenzhou, transcended, and became the eternal and immortal supreme master, catching up with the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the ancient sacred.

Then, such a spiritual feeling disappeared, and above the high sky, the poisonous dragon transformed by the dragon vein of the earth and the small eye of the heavenly way above the sky started a shocking and world-shaking battle.

The broken earth and rocks, like falling meteors, fell from the sky from time to time, mixed with the momentum of flowing fire, and caused a series of defects that could never be made up in the original emptiness and the messy land. Huge pits and flames ignited, forming a trend of beacon fire.

The battle between mythical gods and demons was nothing more than this.

Just when the two of them were paying close attention to this shocking battle, expecting Meng Zhao to defeat the small eye of the heavenly way with his unparalleled magical power, they did not realize that the entire poison cave space had undergone earth-shaking changes in this battlefield of the heavenly way and earth veins.

At the edge of the earth, there were originally long hills standing tall. Now, under the war, they fell apart. Hundreds of huge cracks were like huge scars growing on the earth, which were difficult to heal.

And in the scars, in the dark cracks, from time to time, the various things in another space were reflected. It was a vast abyss, seabirds soaring, big fish chasing the waves, and small islands scattered all over it. It was a real, survivable world, not a place like the poison cave space, where the environment was extremely harsh.

Above the sky, where the strong wind was strong and fierce, there were also countless huge cracks, which also reflected the shadow of a world.

Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost had not noticed it, otherwise, they would have immediately realized that this poison cave space would not be able to withstand Meng Zhao's earth-shaking disturbance.

The shadows of the world reflected between the many cracks and fissures actually mean that the barriers between spaces have been weakened to an extreme level. Perhaps you only need to jump lightly or take a shallow step to enter a new world.

The weakening of the barriers between spaces actually means that the heaven and earth of this space, this small world, have been weakened to an extreme, which is a possibility that can only appear.

The two thought that Meng Zhao must have spent a huge price for this and suffered a lot of losses, but they didn't know that Meng Zhao had only used the blood of the real dragon and the spirit of the emperor dragon in his body to bless the dragon veins of the earth, and unlimitedly urged the power of the dragon veins, without much loss himself.

Of course, the power of the earth veins is not enough after all. Before that, Meng Zhao deliberately calculated to kill all the poisonous creatures above, below, and in the earth, extinct their vitality, greatly reduced their potential, and lacked stamina. They are no longer the opponent of the small eyes of heaven.

The earthy yellow power of the earth and the blood-red thunder of heavenly punishment complemented each other, and the earthy yellow color gradually dimmed and was even suppressed by the blood-red thunder.

Finally, a huge wailing sound rang out, and the only two remaining lives in the huge space, intelligent creatures, Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost, could not help but shed tears from the corners of their eyes, one after another.

As the saying goes, dragons fight in the wild, and their blood is dark yellow. At this time, above the sky, the head of the big dragon was cut off, and the dragon head was broken. Under the splashing of the earthy yellow light, it seemed that dragon blood was dripping down, and there was a huge sound of falling.

The huge dragon vein that rose into the sky, without the blessing of the earth vein at this time, fell from the sky, no less than a hundred mountains being thrown from the sky.

Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost were pale at this time. Under such an astonishing change, the two were almost in despair.

The horse-faced ghost was better off. As a master of martial arts, he had some self-protection power. With the help of a needle, he still had a glimmer of hope. However, Yan Libing had no chance of survival when facing such a huge mountain falling and endless rolling stones.

Unless, unless, Meng Zhao took action.

Just when the two thought they had survived, the falling rocks, at a height of less than a thousand meters above the ground, turned into mud rain.

The rocks turned into soil, and the gravel turned into soil.

The two were lucky enough to escape with their lives.

Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost looked at each other and knew that this could only be the work of Meng Zhao, otherwise how could there be such a change?

Meng Zhao's martial arts were really like gods and demons, and ordinary people could not touch porcelain.

They were lucky to have such a big man and become his disciples.

In the future, it would be very useful for them to teach them a few moves.

Above the sky, the earth energy of the dragon vein was exhausted, and the blood-red vertical pupil had already been scarred. The size of the hill had shrunk a lot at this time.

Meng Zhao still stood on the dragon head, suspended in the air, level with the small eye of the heaven.

When the small eye of the heaven once again burst out blood-red lightning, the huge dragon vein head was shattered.

Meng Zhao leaped up, as agile as a dragon, and a deeper, more domineering, and louder dragon roar sounded. He used his supreme physical bloodline to transform into a huge purple real dragon of a hundred miles, swinging his claws and digging towards the eyes of the small heavenly way.

Dragon whiskers, dragon claws, dragon head, dragon horns, dragon scales, not only have the shape of a real dragon, but also the spirit of a real dragon. At the same time, they have both the shape and spirit, and a rich breath of life, and blood overflowing.

A dragon body, with the blood of a real dragon, when one's cultivation is great and the physique is perfect, is comparable to the ancient real dragon, and the position is comparable to the god and demon of the Dao fruit.

Although Meng Zhao's cultivation is only at the level of a grandmaster, he has been reborn many times, tempering his body and blood. His blood is rich and his physique is strong, which is much stronger than the ordinary real dragon body.

Therefore, at this time, his physique has not been perfect, and his blood has not been harmonious, but he is still the same as a real dragon.

The power of the true dragon controls the four signs of heaven, wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

At this time, Meng Zhao used the purple true thunder in his own hands as a weapon to fight against the blood-red sky punishment with blood-red vertical pupils.

Thunder roared, purple lightning and blood thunder intertwined, just like two peerless divine swords colliding, bombarding endlessly.

At this moment, the huge dark sky was split in half by two divine thunders, and the sky cracked.