Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

During the chase, the two came to a river several feet wide outside the mountain village.

The water surface was calm and gurgling. Under the sunlight, it sparkled and glowed with tiny phosphorescent light.

There were lush aquatic plants on both banks, and several black-haired ducks formed a team to play in the water.

Seeing this river from afar, the white-clothed man, who had been gradually sinking into sorrow, suddenly lifted his heart and was overjoyed, thinking that the way out was right in front of him.

With his arms spread out, he flew like a swallow, across the sky, startling the birds circling by the river.

When he came to the river, he stopped and turned around to see Meng Zhao, who had turned into a purple dragon and soared to the sky. He sneered and grabbed the river with one hand. Then a strong suction force was generated, stirring the clear river water. The mud and sand at the bottom of the river were like a volcanic eruption. The mud mixed with the river water spread, forming a huge vortex, spitting out a several-meter-wide water column that fell in front of the white-clothed man.

Then he gently lifted and pushed his hands, used his skill and infused his true energy, and turned into a raging wave and rushed towards Meng Zhao who was rushing towards him.

And the man in white kept moving, without worrying about the loss of true energy. He grabbed and shot with his hands, and dozens of whirlpools of different sizes appeared on the originally calm river surface.

Groups of river water were manipulated and pulled by him, and the water waves changed into thousands of forms, some were rain curtains covering the sky, some were dragons and tigers, with flamboyant postures, some were dense rainstorms, and thunder flashed... all contained the fierce force of breaking steel and attacked Meng Zhao.

This short-term offensive was almost like a different person, and the threat to Meng Zhao was much higher than the previous fight.

Meng Zhao couldn't help but be shocked.

After all, he was beaten and fled before, and he became a different person in the blink of an eye, so fierce and messy, so he was naturally surprised.

However, that was all.

The purple dragon that Meng Zhao transformed into was a transformation method between the Dharma image, the dragon body magical power, and the blue dragon fighting method, which was created by him.

At this time, Meng Zhao's defense, attack power, true qi recovery ability, and the range of the influence of the heaven and earth's vitality, etc. were greatly improved.

The dragon claws sent out afterimages, or grabbed, or slapped, or scratched. The moves were ancient and clumsy with awe-inspiring domineering, and the power penetrated the mountains and rivers. The true qi was like thunder and fire, breaking these manipulated water flows with a tough attitude.

On the surface of the thick and strong body, there were bursts of red flames, emitting scorching high temperature, increasing combat power. When evaporating the river water, the white gas was like fog, and the clouds looked like a real dragon flying into the sky, followed by clouds and rain.

For outsiders, they almost thought they had returned to the era of gods and demons everywhere.

In fact, any drop of the river water passing through the white-clothed man was enough to penetrate several meters thick hard stone. That is, Meng Zhao could resist it safely only when he burst out the power of the purple dragon body at this time.

Otherwise, if he had been transformed into someone else, he would have died under this dazzling, complicated, and terrifying attack.

Meng Zhao was even more aware that the reason for this change might be because the change in the external environment allowed the man in white to better exert the power of the Heaven-Swallowing Eclipse Art.

The Heaven-Swallowing Eclipse Art could never be as simple as it appeared.

The overwhelming suction force and the majestic true energy gave him a great advantage in controlling the natural way of heaven and earth.

At least in terms of the attack method, with water as the guide, there were many more changes, and the difficulty was greatly increased.

However, Meng Zhao did not retreat, but his heart became even more heated, looking at the white figure, as if it were a priceless treasure.

He must capture this person alive.

Roar, roar, roar!

The purple mist in Meng Zhao's eyes grew stronger, he raised his head and roared, and uttered three generous, passionate, and domineering dragon roars, each of which contained the unparalleled red dragon true energy, shocking the wilderness.

Condensed in the sound with a special method, wherever the sound waves reach, the river water that swept in like a waterfall in the sky was all crushed into water mist and dissipated, and the true energy in it was also dissipated.

This time, he did not hold back at all, and even the state of changing muscles and shrinking bones could not be maintained, just to seize the opportunity.

The sudden burst of power was far beyond the white-clothed man's estimation. The three dragon roars seemed to be the arrival of the dragon clan in ancient times, which dominated the world and pressured Shenzhou. The world was moved and all things bowed.

Not only did it have terrifying and incomparable destructive power, but it also had a strong impact on the spirit and soul.

The white-clothed man was instantly backlashed, his eyes were in pain for a moment, and the true energy in his body was confused for a moment, let alone continuing to control the water in the river.

Meng Zhao just saw this opportunity, the dragon body was winding, and in a flash, it crossed the distance of fifteen feet and came in front of the white-clothed man, making close contact for the first time in the true sense.

At this time, Meng Zhao had recovered his original appearance, with skin as white as jade, elastic and tight, handsome features, sharp edges and corners, and long hair flying.

His tall and strong figure was like a sacred mountain, with infinite momentum, just like the emperor of ancient times, with a solemn dragon aura, and he was intimidated by the world.

Crack!

Meng Zhao swung his arm into a palm, and grabbed the face of the man in white. While pumping and bursting the air, fine chain-like energy between his fingers extended out and shot towards the man in white. It was the magic skill that Jizhou overlord Tu Xiu once used to dominate the world, the Dragon Locking Skill.

The man in white was shocked, and he didn't know what forbidden method he used. His body aura suddenly surged, and light red true energy burst out from his body, with a bloody smell, turning into a round air shield, pushing three feet outside his body.

However, the chain energy in Meng Zhao's palm possessed some special magical power. When it came into contact with the air shield that was exploded by the white-clothed man using forbidden techniques, it broke apart and turned into thousands of tiny dragons, climbing on the circular air shield.

These air dragons are connected end to end, entangled and overlapping, and then turn into tight chains, horizontally and vertically, tightening and wearing down the circular air shield, and quickly breaking through the air shield.

The next moment, the man in white screamed in agony, his true energy surged back, he raised his head and sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist.

The hands, feet, chest and back are all penetrated and bound by the chain-like Qi energy transformed from the Locking Dragon Kung Fu.

Strips of bloody plum blossoms bloomed on his white clothes, looking particularly miserable.

The illusive sound of jingling chains shaking made him unable to control his life and death, and was completely controlled by others.

Defeated, the man in white looked horrified. After all, he had never thought that he would be defeated by a person of unknown origin in such an unknown village.

What made him even more uneasy was that he clearly thought he could make a comeback, but in the end he was crushed head-on. This contrast was the most important reason that shocked his heart.

Meng Zhao was extremely happy to capture this man. He walked up to this man and nodded repeatedly, as if he was looking at a fat stupid pig, thinking about where to cut it, dismember it, and turn it into useful nutrients for his body. .

It was a rare sensation in my heart.

"Even if the method of swallowing the sky and eclipsing the sun is not complete, as long as it has some essence and secrets, it is enough to make my Red Dragon Capital Sky Secret Code to a higher level!"

No one can refuse magical skills, not even Meng Zhao!