Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

It is hard to imagine how many opportunities and fortunes a powerful warrior, or even a god-demonic level tomb, contains. Meng Zhao is determined to win it.

Song Zhiwen was not surprised at all. When Meng Zhao discovered the special features of Yongling, he knew that such a day would come sooner or later. He just didn't expect that Meng Zhao would figure out the secret there so quickly, although there were some deviations. , which is also very rare.

At this time, he no longer had the idea of ​​monopolizing the ancient battlefield, and wanted to resolve his grudges with Meng Zhao, at least without having to face the decisive assassination of such a huge force, so he sent a message,

"Yes, there is indeed a secret realm hidden there. The severed finger held by Tie Xiongfei was also obtained from that secret realm. However, it was not the tomb of a strong man, but an ancient battlefield.

The sky is filled with blood clouds, the black sun hangs in the sky, and the white mist disperses. On the earth, there are all broken limbs, broken frames, and weapons, no matter how many of them are taken. The severed finger was obtained by us from the edge of a pool of blood. Death attracted many people.

The era when this tragic battle took place is unknown, and the people fighting it are unknown, but the danger is by no means less than any known forbidden place in the world today. Anyone who enters will only have a narrow escape. "

Meng Zhao's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect that his guess based on the pure Yin energy was wrong. There was not a tomb there, but an ancient battlefield. But then he had a thought in his mind and said with a smile,

"Thousands of people died in the ancient battlefield. Countless people died. It was just a super-large mass burial."

Song Zhiwen was stunned for a moment and found that there was nothing wrong with Meng Zhao's statement. After thinking about it, he told Meng Zhao all the information he had learned about this ancient battlefield, which was true and false. sincerity.

Meng Zhao listened intently. His fair and handsome face smiled like the spring of March. He no longer had a murderous look. Instead, he nodded from time to time or asked questions, showing great interest. This disappointed the few remaining guys who paid attention to the two of them. , I feel that I have missed a wonderful drama.

Finally, Song Zhiwen said,

"What I'm talking about is all paid for with blood and life. It can help you avoid many taboos and reduce a lot of trouble when exploring this ancient battlefield. I wonder, Mr. Meng, are you still satisfied?"

Meng Zhao's thoughts still lingered on the relevant information about the ancient battlefield, and he looked excited. Hearing the words, he nodded,

"If what you said is true, then you can forget about the evil intention of poisoning me.

However, I still have a breath, so I won’t let it out quickly, so let’s help. "

After saying that, Meng Zhao stepped forward lightly, as if a spiritual bird was flying into the sky, and suddenly came to Song Zhiwen. He stretched out his arms and made a gesture of shaking hands, just like the polite gesture of friends meeting for the first time or parting. action.

However, his palm was extremely different at this time.

Originally, the skin was white, tender and smooth, as ice-like as jade, slender and soft, with a beautiful figure.

However, at this time, under the exertion of the power of movement, it suddenly swelled to more than double in size. Each finger bone was thick and filled with purple blood. It made a crunching sound that stirred the air, as if it had the power to pull up mountains.

Patches of texture like dragon scales appeared on the surface of the skin. The originally smooth, delicate and soft skin was now made of unknown means, either true energy, blood energy, or a combination of the two, making the epidermis look like an extra layer. A layer of extremely hard cuticle, like the claws of a demon.

When Song Zhiwen saw this, he was not too worried. He knew that the previous incident had been revealed, but the details depended on their future interactions and Meng Zhao's confirmation that the information was correct.

Right now, all he had to do was pass Meng Zhao's test.

Therefore, he smiled, spread his palms, slowly stretched forward, faced Meng Zhao's palm that looked like a demon at this time, and pressed it down.

In an instant, the soil beneath the two people's feet suddenly collapsed. The turmoil caused was minimal and almost no one noticed it. However, the palms of the two people intertwined and the contact was like thunder and fire, just like a battlefield. You came and I went. The fight was fierce.

What is fighting is their own physical strength, Qi strength, and even mental strength.

Meng Zhao only contains three levels of power in his palm, part of the power of his own dragon body, the concentrated power of the North Sea Dragon Fighting Hand condensed under the operation of Red Dragon Power, and a little power of the spirit of chaos attached to the evil eye secret technique.

Song Zhiwen, on the other hand, used all his means to bless his right palm.

The two unique skills he practiced were Tripitaka Sutra and Feiling Sutra.

The former is a secret secret of Tantric Buddhism, with progressive levels and no shortcuts, but with great power. It cultivates Buddhist mantras, true hairs, and true sutras, walks on the path of the six perfections, specializes in magical powers, and can be practiced even by those who do not understand Buddhism. It belongs to the category of those who have greater power than Dharma’s unique Buddhist skills.

After completing the cultivation, in addition to having strong true energy, you will have the power to destroy evil and subjugate demons, and you will also temper your physical body and gradually develop a golden nature.

The latter is the clan martial arts of the Song family, and its peak is only the Innate Perfection. It has dabbled in half a step of the master's way, and is far away from the Meng family's red flag command.

However, it comes from the Taoist Zhenzong in the medieval era and the foundation building chapter of Feiling Taoist Sect. The true Qi cultivated is lively and lively, like pines and cypresses in the mountains and cranes in the forest. It is like a pine when it is still and like a crane when it is moving. It is continuous and steady, both offensive and defensive. It is appropriate to reduce external force layer by layer.

In addition, he has a spiritual heart and a wise body. Although it is far less domineering and powerful than the dragon body's blessing on the physical body, it is still much stronger than ordinary warriors, with strong bones and strong qi and blood.

The two of them fought, and the moment they held hands, their bodies trembled together, with the contact surface of their hands as the boundary, as if two armies were charging under the waving of the commander's flag, charging like a torrent of steel, and fighting.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths later.

The two of them released their palms at the same time.

Meng Zhao's palm, which had been blessed by many powers, returned to normal. It was as white as jade, without any discomfort. He retracted his body, strung jasper beads on his back, and slowly began to fiddle with it, looking at it with a half-smile. Song Zhi asked.

Song Zhiwen, on the other hand, gasped, and the muscles between his eyebrows and eyes twitched and beat uncontrollably.

He lowered his head and looked at his palms. In the middle of his palms, there was a small patch of faint burnt black, and there was also a hot white gas visible to the naked eye. On the back of his hands, there were five clear finger prints, as if someone was holding a brand. It's the same thing that has been imprinted on it all the time.

Fortunately, it's just some skin trauma, and the bones are fine. I'll apply some ointment when I go back, do some exercises to activate the qi and blood, and cultivate for a few days, and it should be fine.

However, Song Zhiwen couldn't help but feel a little moved when he recalled the fierce and domineering power coming from the opponent's palm at the moment when the two of them fought, like the palm of a god or devil holding the universe in his hand and controlling the stars.

The other party had reserved his strength, otherwise, he might not have been able to withdraw his hand so easily.

Thinking of this, he shook his head bitterly, lowered his head and said with lowered eyebrows,

"Thank you Mr. Meng for showing mercy."

Meng Zhao waved his hand,

"Okay, that's it, let's go.

Remember, you have done some things once, but you must not do them a second time, otherwise, it will not be so easy to reconcile again. "