Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Waiting is tormenting, especially when waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime result, it is endless torment and pain.

Lei Wanche, the Bull-Headed God, the Horse-Faced Ghost, and Liu An are experiencing this pain at this moment.

They could not guess what happened to Meng Zhao who entered the poison cave again. They could only guess through the various visions above the sky to what extent Meng Zhao's idea of ​​repairing the sky had reached, whether it was successful or failed.

And the various visions did give them endless imagination.

Sometimes it was dark, like the night, and you couldn't see your fingers. The whole sky was like a monster with its mouth wide open, choosing people to devour.

Sometimes it was bright like a cathedral, with a blazing white light, illuminating the whole world, bathing the entire sea in the extremely hot and pure white light, attracting countless sea beasts under the sea to jump into the sky one after another, like moths to a flame.

Sometimes, there would be bursts of insect sounds in the sky, stimulating everyone to feel numb all over, as if countless ants were crawling on them.

Sometimes, there will be a long chant like Huang Zhong Da Lu, like a dragon or a tiger, full of majesty and domineering.

Of course, everyone has a weather vane that can be used as a reference to infer whether Meng Zhao's actions are going smoothly.

That is whether Lei Wanche's mental state has improved, and whether the vague murmur has been alleviated.

After all, the emergence of this symptom is due to the sequelae caused by the Lei Ze small world swallowing the poison cave small world.

As long as Lei Wanche's symptoms are alleviated, it means that the progress of the Lei Ze small world swallowing has slowed down or even stopped, which indirectly indicates whether Meng Zhao's plan to repair the sky is successful or not.

Lei Wanche's feelings are actually very vague. After all, what he felt from the beginning was a vague, murmur that seemed to exist and seemed to not exist. It always feels like it is not.

Now, the feeling is also very vague. It seems that this situation has been alleviated, but it seems not to exist, and it is completely impossible to prove whether Meng Zhao succeeded.

Of course, this is also a result of the tug-of-war. If the five-color stone is directly placed in his hand, all his abnormalities will disappear, and he can naturally feel it clearly, but now it is still a lot worse.

After waiting for three hours, all the strange phenomena disappeared and the sky became blue again with white clouds after a thunderbolt.

The bloody light in the sky could no longer be seen.

At the same time, Lei Wanche's relieved expression of being completely free of some troubles also explained everything.

"Everyone, is this done?"

The Bull-Headed God was excited and a little disappointed. The excitement was that such a feat as mending the sky was really worth writing about and going down in history.

The disappointment was that he had never seen such an epic and legendary scene, and it might be a lifelong regret.

Lei Wanche exhaled a long breath, his face was relaxed, but his eyes were a little confused and gloomy, and he said,

"It's done. The abnormalities on my body have all disappeared. It must be that King Menglong succeeded in mending the sky!"

He now has a lot of ideas, a lot of thoughts, and many contradictions.

From the heart, he was absolutely unwilling to surrender to Meng Zhao, and even to give up the Jianmu Cave Heaven, and even part of the future interests of the Lei family to Meng Zhao. No matter how powerful Meng Zhao was, it was meaningless to him. Instead, it was just a compromise under helplessness.

But from the help he received from Meng Zhao several times and seeing Meng Zhao's amazing performance, he always couldn't help but admire and yearn for such a strong man.

He didn't know what the reality of those romantic figures in the real ancient myths and legends was like, and whether they were so legendary.

But he knew that Meng Zhao was definitely the most amazing person he had ever met.

He even felt a strange loss. How could such a proud hero not be from the Lei family, why not his own son?

The three brothers of the Meng family, Meng Jizu, Meng Zhengan, and Meng Hongdao, he was most afraid of Meng Jizu, but he felt the most sorry for Meng Zhengan.

Just like Yuan Shu's feelings about Sun Ce, if I have a son like Sun Lang, I will have no regrets after death, it's probably the same.

Of course, Meng Zhao didn't know Lei Wanche's thoughts, otherwise he would have scolded him for wanting to eat shit.

The real Meng Lao Si of the Meng family is certainly a powerful figure, but compared to him, the protagonist who traveled through time and space and lived two lives, the son of destiny, he is not on the same level at all.

It's not that Meng Zhao grew up because of the Meng family, but that the Meng family is honored because of him.

This is not an exaggeration. With the purple dragon body and the mirror of the sky, Meng Zhao's starting point was above the common people from the beginning.

Even if he traveled through time and space to become a beggar, he would rise all the way with Meng Zhao's knowledge and golden fingers.

Perhaps, without the background of the Meng family, it would be slowed down and there would not be such an amazing performance, but it is only a matter of time before he grows up.

So sometimes Meng Zhao is also thinking to himself that too many king bombs are not good. If you are invincible and push forward smoothly, you will lose the excitement of ups and downs, and it will eventually become bland and empty.

Of course, if you have to choose, of course you still choose Tianhu to start, crush all the way, and feel good no matter how shortcuts you take.

As for the Bull Head and the Horse Face Ghost, they were relatively simple. The word "reverence" was enough to encompass everything.

Shi Jiawen's eyes were even more enthusiastic. He was full of expectations for Meng Zhao to teach him his nameless mental method. He wished he could find a time to beg Meng Zhao to give him the next level of cultivation method so that he could quickly obtain the martial arts and strength to catch up with Meng Zhao.

In the sky, the strange phenomenon disappeared within less than an incense stick of time, and Meng Zhao finally appeared again. At the same time, the island connected to the poison cave was unexpectedly reduced by a quarter of its volume, which made everyone quite dumbfounded.

It was not that they did not pay attention to it before, but because the island was surrounded by thick white fog, they could not find it.

Everyone performed Qinggong together, flew across the sky, and landed on the small island again, and saw Meng Zhao.

Seeing that this Northern Meng Dragon King had changed a little bit from before, everyone was very surprised.

First, in terms of temperament, Meng Zhao seemed to be still immersed in the great cause of repairing the sky at this time. The whole person exuded a sacred breath with every move, which made everyone feel ashamed, and they couldn't help but have a humble and worshipful thought in their hearts.

Second, in terms of appearance, Meng Zhao's temples were originally dark purple, but now they were much lighter, and even mixed with a lot of white hair, which made Meng Zhao look much more vicissitudes.

However, this is by no means aging or lack of vitality. Instead, it is more like a kind of perfection and sublimation.

Third, it is about momentum.

As high as the sky, vast and boundless, and boundless, seeing Meng Zhao is like seeing the way of heaven.