Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Both parties had concerns, and although there was no further communication, they chased each other out of the house together in a tacit understanding.

For a time, only the middle-aged housekeeper, who was nervous due to the successive changes, was left in the hall.

The middle-aged housekeeper felt much more at ease now, and when he threatened to leave, he became very safe.

After some thought, if something really went wrong, Taoyun Residence might not be a place where I could stay for a long time. I had to make preparations early, so I quickly left the house and went to find the servant...

The people who chased her out were all very skilled in martial arts. Even the two maids beside Pudujiao were also very skilled in martial arts. They were as dexterous as swallows, dancing as gracefully as willows, and their bodies were as graceful as immortals.

The group of people clearly followed the traces of the fight between Meng Zhao and King Gebu. They could see large tracts of fresh land plowed with fierce force. The deep soil was renovated, flowers and plants were scattered, and there were balls of blazing fire. Retention is like a burning oven, turning the originally cool and moist air into stuffy, hot and dry, making people feel panicked.

From these traces alone, we can see the intensity of the fight between Meng Zhao and King Gebu, but it is impossible to tell who has the greater advantage.

At the end of the field of vision, one can vaguely see the top of the stone wall on the right side of the valley. The golden Buddha's light and the purple divine light complement each other. The fierce wind blows away the white clouds in the sky above, dyeing half of the sky golden. Purple color, overwhelming momentum...

Since Meng Zhao was the first to leave the reception hall, he used the skill of a divine dragon to transform into a purple air dragon, winding and moving towards the mountain.

Although this purple energy dragon is only a condensed illusory energy, Meng Zhao blessed the innate true energy and connected the vitality of heaven and earth, strengthening it to an almost substantial level. The surface of the dragon's body was even surrounded by a ball of hot and burning purple flames. In addition to its defensive power, it also adds some attack and killing methods.

Even if a hard and sharp sword were to strike the air dragon, it would probably be burned into molten iron by the purple flames.

Dharma King Gebu chased after him all the way, still a short and thin body, but his straight movement was not slower than Meng Zhao's divine dragon's various changes, just because it contained some magical powers to create lotus step by step, there was a vague With the ability to cross space, with one step, a distance of more than ten feet can float across like a fleeting shadow, as fast as a ghost.

Moreover, King Gebu's momentum is as continuous as the waves, and his thin body contains the unrivaled power of an overlord.

With a casual pull, he pulled up the century-old giant tree that was deeply embedded in the ground, twisted off the thousands of roots entangled in the soil, and threw it like a javelin at the air dragon that Meng Zhao transformed into, with a roaring sound. The moment the air exploded, violent winds erupted in all directions, blowing the trees in the mountains, and the sound of howling ghosts filled the air.

More often than not, King Gebu clenched his fist and struck with overwhelming force in the direction of Meng Zhao.

Golden fist lights streaked across the sky like meteors, setting off bursts of force that smashed into the primitive mountain forest, leaving traces of craters.

With such a ferocious and violent attack, an ordinary warrior would have been shattered by fear and would either be beaten to death or lose his will to fight and run away in panic.

However, Meng Zhao used the Emperor's Qi Watching Technique created by his epiphany to see through the opportunity and trajectory of King Gebu's attack. He used his light and vigorous body skills to dodge them one by one, and occasionally spit out a purple air dragon towards the back. The heat contained in the purple fireworks is no less than that of molten lava, burning the earth. It can also absorb the blessing power of the fire energy between heaven and earth, and is extremely domineering.

However, the purple fireworks, which are enough to melt gold and iron, fell on King Gebu's body and were unable to cause any damage at all. Only a thin light golden light flashed, a dragon elephant screamed with blood, and the purple fireworks were as smooth as silk. The silk and satin fell off its body and splashed on the mountain ground.

The two of them were in tandem, chasing each other, and kept fighting, showing off their style and skills, but they could only maintain a balanced situation of invincibility and invincibility.

When he was finally far away from Taoyunju, Meng Zhao just stopped next to a deafening waterfall and stepped on a huge boulder covered with moss and mushrooms and entangled with green vines.

Wearing an upright blue shirt, it perfectly matches the surrounding landscape. With his hands behind his back, he turned around and stood tall.

With a loud bang, King Gebu fell from the sky, and like a comet, he smashed a circular hole several feet into the hard stone ground on the mountain. In all directions, there were dense cracks like spider webs.

Seeing that Meng Zhao was no longer hiding, the old monk's long eyebrows trembled, he took off the right half of his cassock, revealing his old and skinny body, and said,

"You chose the battlefield here because you were afraid that the two of us would fight and destroy the Zhuangzi with our energy. Why are you so sure that you can at least withstand the old monk's offensive?"

The old monk disdains playing tricks, but he can see something deep in Meng Zhao's heart from his actions.

If you give it a try, there is no certainty at all, there is no need, and it is impossible to care about the destruction of Taoyunju. If your life is gone, why do you care about these messy foreign objects?

Only when you are confident enough to push back the people of Pudu Cult can you consider such far-reaching considerations.

What this revealed was actually Meng Zhao's extremely powerful self-confidence. At the same time, the old monk also boasted that he could capture Meng Zhao here, so he was naturally more curious about what the opponent's trump card was.

Meng Zhao raised his head and looked at the blue sky. Clouds of different levels floated above it. They were high and deep. He looked around at the mountains and rivers, which were fresh and natural.

Although the blood in the blood is already as hot as boiling water and boiling like a tsunami, the soul and spirit are unprecedentedly peaceful, calm, and quiet. He smiled lightly and said,

"There is a thin line between self-confidence and arrogance. The only difference lies in whether the boy can block the master's magical power.

I saw that the master's energy and blood were strong and vigorous, like a furnace of heaven and earth, and his skin color was light golden, hinting at the golden body of Buddhism.

I wonder if he has mastered the Buddhist Henglian magic skill to a great level? "

He practiced martial arts horizontally and even pointed directly at the road between gods and demons, and his combat power was decisive and tyrannical. He has always been the most difficult and powerful representative.

This Gebu Dharma King almost has the power of a golden body. Meng Zhao is also curious whether the other party is really acquired and whether the other party has mastered the martial arts to perfection. He is even more curious about his Purple Yuan Dragon body and the physique condensed by the acquired magical skills. , which one is strong and which one is weak?

King Gebu looked ashamed.

"The old monk's qualifications are dull, and the dragon-elephant golden body he has cultivated is only a small success. There are still three gates to close, otherwise it can be regarded as a complete golden body."

Meng Zhao's mouth twitched, the old guy was pretty good at Versailles.

There were only three gates left before he could attain the golden body. In other words, he was almost on the verge of entering the realm of a master. His realm was so superb and his force was so powerful that it was beyond his expectations.

I'm afraid this battle won't be easy.