Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The blood transfusion process was much simpler than Meng Zhao expected, but it was also much longer than he expected.

Time passes bit by bit, the sun and moon rotate in the outside world, black and white alternate, the wind blows and the sun shines. Inside the cave, Meng Zhao in the copper furnace is completely unaware, he just concentrates on using his energy to steam blood.

Dots of blood seeped out of the body through the golden needles, and were sticky and stained on his smooth and white body, as delicate as jade, condensing into a hard layer of blood shell, accumulating thicker and thicker, like armor covering the surface of his body.

Only the densely packed slender golden needles were exposed, and the whole person looked like a rough cocoon of blood.

And the people in the blood cocoon are going through a difficult transformation.

On the third day after Meng Zhao entered the cave, the aura wrapped in the blood cocoon had completely disappeared.

If someone peeled open the blood cocoon, they would see that Meng Zhao's entire body was frighteningly white inside. It was not as white as jade, but as pale as it had lost its vitality and was dry.

And the skin is directly attached to the bones, like a mummy that has been weathered for an unknown period of time.

Until a certain throbbing occurs.

Lu Zhong waited outside the cave for a long time, maintaining a high degree of concentration. He listened carefully and felt Meng Zhao's aura in the cave, and his worry became more and more intense. Especially now, with his cultivation level, he could not feel it at all. There was the slightest sign of life fluctuations inside.

It's like, like there's no one in there, or there are just dead people.

Lu Zhong never believed that Meng Zhao would die so easily, and he couldn't believe it.

He wanted to smash the huge stone slab covering the entrance of the cave with one palm, and then rush in to see what Meng Zhao's condition was now.

But he still didn't dare, because he was afraid that it would delay Meng Zhao's important event, and he was afraid that Meng Zhao, who was already very confident, would be in danger.

So, he was still waiting, waiting for Meng Zhao to create a miracle.

Fortunately, he waited.

At that moment, countless wild beasts and poisonous insects surged crazily among the huge mountains. Centered at the entrance of Meng Zhao's Cave, they radiated for ten or hundreds of miles and fled outwards. The oppression of the life level made these simple, barbaric beasts, Act according to your life instinct.

Not only those running on the mountain, but also the fish swimming in the uninterrupted streams in the mountain stream, and the various birds that inhabited the mountains in the sky were also frightened and fled around, as if they had encountered natural enemies.

Not only the beast, Lu Zhong also felt the throbbing and fear coming from deep within his heart at that moment.

For a moment, Lu Zhong felt that inside the cave, there was an unprecedented, huge and ferocious beast with unparalleled divine power. No, it was a divine beast awakening, and the aura it spread was so majestic and vast.

As a strong human being, he is so small, insignificant, and weak that he is not even qualified to be a meal on the plate.

He seemed to see a vast and vast historical scroll.

All kinds of frosty sky, gods and demons are alive, giant beasts are rampant, and the wilderness is at the top.

Countless majestic and sacred dragons with bodies that cover the sky and the earth are meandering and leaping above the blue sky and white clouds, criss-crossing in the waves of the blue sea, circling and wandering on the high mountains...

The sky, the sea, the earth, wherever the true dragon goes, it is its territory. It hunts for the sacred, hunts down the demons, fights the giants, wipes out the ghost kingdom...it stands at the pinnacle of hundreds of ancient races.

Immediately, this inexplicable feeling gradually became dull, making people feel lost.

But that kind of picture that makes people admire, admire and yearn for will always remain in Lu Zhong's heart and is unforgettable.

A cheerful smile appeared on his old and thin face, which had never been so brilliant before.

"Hahaha, the young master's special physique must be one of the best. Looking at the scene I just saw, could it be some kind of dragon body, some kind of divine body? Or some kind of demonic body?"

He is most inclined to the dragon body. After all, the real dragon occupies a huge proportion and status in his strange feelings. But in addition, there are also many gods and demons appearing, making it difficult for him to be sure.

But Lu Zhong knows one thing very well, that is, no matter which one it is, it shows that Meng Zhao's special physique is absolutely extraordinary.

And the leak of that breath also showed that Meng Zhao's transformation may have begun.

In the cave, in the copper furnace, Meng Zhao opened his eyes at the moment when the terrifying dragon power leaked out, and a thick purple halo shot out, illuminating the entire dark copper furnace with purple light lingering.

His body trembled slightly, and the thick blood cocoon accumulated on his body was shattered and scattered on both sides. After a while, his body was still as hideous and terrifying as a mummy.

However, he didn't care at all. Instead, he suddenly showed a painful expression, and then began to cough up and vomit blood. His withered body began to tremble non-stop. He spit out the black blood, which spattered on the inner wall of the copper furnace and filled it. Smelling of blood.

When Meng Zhao vomited out the last mouthful of blood, through the purple halo in his eyes, he could clearly see that there was a strange insect the size of the first knuckle of his thumb mixed in. After it came into contact with the air, it quickly shriveled up and lost all signs of life. .

Meng Zhao was weaker than ever before, but he was also more happy and cheerful than ever before.

If the situation didn't allow it, he really wanted to laugh to release the excitement and joy in his heart.

If you have never been poisoned, threatened, or manipulated, you will never realize how precious freedom and peace are.

He had fantasized countless times about what he would think of immediately if he unlocked Rouge Red's poison.

Now he knows, he only has one thought, deep gratitude.

I am grateful for the extraordinary talent that this body is born with, the Purple Dragon Body, the most yang, the most strong, the most divine and the most holy.

Thanks to him, he was lucky enough to be favored by the most precious mirror, thus having the capital to rise.

He was even grateful to Zhao Hun. Without Zhao Hun, he would have died on the street on the first day after crossing over. Without Zhao Hun, he would not have had the opportunity to come to the Meng family and enjoy the resources that ordinary warriors could not imagine.

"But now, the shackles are gone, just like a tiger breaking out of its cage and a dragon opening its gates. There is nothing in this world that can threaten me, Meng Zhao."

Yes, from the moment he untied Yan Zhihong, he became the real master of the second room of the Meng family, instead of being a puppet who was coerced and manipulated and worried about his life all the time.

Zhao Hun is no longer his obstacle, and his identity is no longer his taboo.

The next moment, Meng Zhao slapped upward with one palm, and with a fierce roar of palm power, the copper furnace mechanism was triggered, opening a gap again, allowing the skinny Meng Zhao to walk out calmly.

He walked to the place where he had sat cross-legged to attack the perfect foundation, sat down suddenly, closed his eyes and fell into concentration.

At the same time, he swallowed the Blood Soul Pill that had been under his tongue for a long time.

The power of the dragon has been revealed, the carmine has been expelled, and although the blood has dried up, the dragon is still alive.

All this shows that Meng Zhao's blood exchange has already completed the first half.

As for the second half of recreating dragon blood, it naturally fell into place.

Not long after, Meng Zhao's body began to make the sound of gurgling river water lapping against the shore. The ebb and flow were endless. It was the sound of the extremely powerful blood energy impacting on the meridians that were thick, tough, and like gold and jade.