Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost could see more clearly that the torn sky was actually spraying blood-red liquid downwards.

It was like the vast Milky Way, the waterfall hanging from the sky, and the blood of the sky, blending together to form a wonder.

For a moment, both of them were immersed in such a mysterious, magnificent and vast scene, unable to extricate themselves.

Meng Zhao exerted all his strength to control the Ziwei Emperor Scripture of the Heavenly Dragon, with the Emperor Dragon as the basis, Ziwei as the phase, Buddha, Taoism and Demon as the root, the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams, wind, rain, thunder and lightning as the branches and leaves, and surging with unparalleled divine power.

One after another, the blood-red heavenly punishment thunder was annihilated, offset, swallowed and digested, and assimilated...

Until the blood-red vertical pupil had no defense anymore, and the Ziwei True Dragon incarnated by Meng Zhao stretched out his claws, like the claws of a plowing knife, turned outward to both sides, and tore it fiercely.

A tearing sound like a cloth tearing spread in all directions, and the blood-red vertical pupil was directly torn to pieces. However, the blood-red light gathered but did not disperse, but turned into a stream of light above the sky, which was scattered and uncertain, and turned from the blood-red vertical pupil into a blood-red cloud.

Meng Zhao returned to his human body from the appearance of a hundred-mile real dragon, standing tall in the void.

Seeing this blood-red cloud, his eyes burst into brilliance, and he took a deep breath at the blood-red cloud.

Inhale, inhale, inhale, hiss, hiss, hiss!

With a shocking inhalation sound, like a dragon sucking and swallowing, the terrifying suction force stimulated the sky, the strong wind was mighty, and the blazing white lightning flashed across the four directions, acting on the blood-red cloud.

The cloud rolled and spun, and then turned into a vortex, forming an inverted funnel.

The mouth of the funnel turned into a long, fine line, which was swallowed into Meng Zhao's mouth and nose.

The blood-colored mist, under the effect of this vortex funnel, was like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, and was sucked into Meng Zhao's body with a move of swallowing the sky and eclipsing the sun.

One breath, two breaths... one moment, two moments.

After a long time, the blood-red vertical pupil, that is, the blood-colored mist that was transformed after the small eye of the heavenly way collapsed, was swallowed into Meng Zhao's body.

The rich blood-colored power filled Meng Zhao's meridians and limbs at this time, and it was still not fully contained.

The remaining power, from the meridians to the flesh and blood, from the flesh and blood to the bones and tendons, and from the bones and tendons to the skin, was extremely bright red.

With Meng Zhao's ability, he couldn't even suppress the burst of such power. Outside the body surface, a blood-colored divine light with a width of 800 miles emerged, filling the dark sky.

The power contained in the blood-colored mist was extremely complex.

There was the incomplete will of the great man's soul, the power of the small heavenly way, the power of the poisonous cave veins, and the residual power of the thunder of heavenly punishment transformed by the extremely evil, fierce and crazy poisonous thoughts.

It was a big potpourri, and Meng Zhao swallowed it all up.

In fact, Meng Zhao also felt a bit like a snake swallowing an elephant, but with the help of the restless feathered insects in his body, the Sheji Wang Ding, and the Emperor Yu armor to suppress it, he slowly and firmly smoothed out, digested, and transformed the various negative forces in his body, and finally turned them into his foundation...

As Meng Zhao fell into a state of meditation, he began to soar and advance on the sky.

On the earth, Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost were experiencing a drastic change that shook the earth.

The ground of the poison cave under their feet gradually began to collapse, the sand and gravel turned into powder, the black soil turned into sand and gravel, and under the increasingly wide cracks, the shadow of the hidden world became more and more vivid and clear, until the two of them took a wrong step and fell directly into the endless dark cracks.

Until the irresistible sense of weightlessness and the sense of suspension were withdrawn, Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost realized that everything around them had already been very different from the poison cave environment just now, as if they were in another world.

The slightly fishy and sweet sea breeze blew by the side of the nose, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, grass, trees, and fruits.

In the ears, there were the calls of hundreds of thousands of various snakes, insects, rats, ants, seabirds, and flying fish.

In front of them, there was a scene of endless blue waves and the sea and sky.

"This, this is the secret realm of the cave, the new space?"

Yan Libing stared at everything in front of him blankly, a sad feeling of nausea that wanted to vomit surged in his heart, extremely uncomfortable.

Before that, he was in a tense, exciting, and passionate environment, and personally experienced a scene comparable to the ancient battle between gods and demons.

At this time, the blue sky, white clouds, blue sea, tides, and leisurely and comfortable vacation here.

The contrast was so great that he could not accept it for a while.

"Yes, it is the new space area.

I just observed that the earth collapsed and the space was shattered in the poison cave, and the situation above the sky was similar.

I think it was the small eye of the Heavenly Dao manifested by the incomplete will of the powerful soul that was torn and swallowed by King Meng Long, which completely destroyed the original power of the poison cave, so the space was unstable and threw us here."

The horse-faced ghost carried a bright long sword and looked around, feeling both fortunate and disappointed.

He was somewhat fortunate that Meng Zhao did save the lives of the two in the end, and was not harmed by the strange poison king or even the will of the small Heavenly Dao.

The reason for the loss was that his realm was limited and his vision was limited. Although he gained a lot from that earth-shaking and soul-stirring battle, the limitation of his vision doomed him to never touch the deepest mysteries and wonders.

"What about King Meng Long? Will he be okay?

I, I remember that he had previously absorbed the blood cloud formed by the blood-colored vertical pupil into his body, and it burst out with endless blood-colored divine light. Should he be okay?"

Yan Libing rarely showed his concern for Meng Zhao at this time.

He didn't want Meng Zhao to have any big problems.

It's not that he was really loyal to Meng Zhao, but he really couldn't bear to give up the shocking martial arts.

Yan Libing still hoped that Meng Zhao would have time to guide his martial arts.

It's not that his great Confucian teacher is not good, but Meng Zhao is too strong, especially in martial arts practice, he is comparable to the existence of a martial arts master.

Yan Libing is not just a Confucianist, but a Confucianist and a demon, with an innate demon heart and a red-blooded heart.

Although it seems that there is a bright future, at the same time, there are also many difficulties and obstacles.

If he wants to achieve his so-called potential limit, it is absolutely not enough to rely on the great Confucian teacher or the great demon backer.

Only Meng Zhao, who is gifted, has superb martial arts, has a wild imagination and understanding, and has enough foundation and endowment blessing.

Perhaps he can help Yan Libing find the most suitable path for him in the future, so that he can reach his own potential limit.

Therefore, Yan Libing really doesn't want anything to happen to Meng Zhao.

Even if something happens, he has to lay a good foundation for himself and point out the direction before it happens.

From this, we can also see that he is also a sophisticated egoist.

Meng Zhao's potential and martial arts are enough to pose a great threat to the Beitang royal family.

But Yan Libing doesn't care.

It's just a royal family, how can it be more important than his own martial arts career? (End of this chapter)