Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Lei Chongfeng, disguised by Meng Zhao, did not move. Yan Libing and the two Lei family masters had already made up their minds at this time. Although the Horse-Faced Ghost was a martial arts master and very powerful, he was still no match for the Poison King hiding in the dark.

If the Horse-Faced Ghost was defeated, they would certainly not be spared, so no matter how reluctant they were, they had to do as the Horse-Faced Ghost said and find the Poison King's true body as soon as possible, and either kill him or delay him to create a chance for the Horse-Faced Ghost to win.

They will certainly encounter unimaginable dangers in the process. No one knows how much strength the Poison King hiding in the dark has used to deal with the Horse-Faced Ghost. If it still has some strength left, they will still be in danger of death.

But now the arrow is on the string and has to be shot. If we fight, there is still a chance of survival. If we don’t fight, the only result will be death.

Therefore, they did not care about anything else and focused on searching for the Poison King who might be hiding in the dark, especially Yan Libing. He had a trump card in his hand and could even deal with a grandmaster. If he could find the true form of the Poison King, he could destroy him.

However, this Poison King is very strange. He can rely on his will and supernatural powers to control endless poisonous insects to deal with them, but he himself has no sense of existence, as if there is no such thing as the Poison King.

Yan Libing was well-informed and a little anxious at this time. He asked,

"Everyone, I wonder if the Lei family got any information about the Poison King the last time they came to this poison den?"

The two people from the Lei family, including Meng Zhao, were shaking their heads. In fact, Meng Zhao had a vague idea.

He cultivated his primordial spirit and became extremely sensitive to qi and breath. He had already sketched out a huge dark aura hidden in a certain place, but it seemed to be there and not there. It gave him the feeling of a creature that was trying to survive by cutting off its tail.

That huge aura might just be a trap. The real Poison King cannot be easily found even by a person with a successful soul because of the blessing of this poison cave space.

Yan Libing was also somewhat helpless. Even if he had the means to destroy the Poison King's true body, it would be useless if he couldn't find the Poison King.

"Forget it, let's take out all the withered soul essences and gather them together. Maybe I can think of a way to lure out the Poison King's true body."

After thinking for a while, Yan Libing didn't know whether this idea was feasible, but he had no other choice but to give it a try.

Meng Zhao and Lei Jia did not hesitate at all. At this point, no matter how precious the treasure was, it would be meaningless if they did not live to enjoy it. They might as well give it a try.

A lot of this withered human spirit essence had been consumed during the continuous fierce battles among the group, as well as multiple detoxifications. Now, what they held together was only the size of a fist.

Yan Libing used his hands to knead the withered heart marrow like clay into a round dough shape, and then forced out a blood essence interwoven with black and white light from the middle finger of his right hand, which slowly dripped into the withered heart marrow.

The moment the two came into contact, the round dough-like withered heart marrow turned into a blood-red color, and the pungent smell of blood was also extremely strong. I'm afraid that if hundreds of people didn't die, there would not be such a scene.

The two people from the Lei family looked at it in surprise, but Meng Zhao seemed to be thinking about something.

Yan Libing does not have a special physique, but he is also gifted. He has a natural devil heart and a Confucian heart of loyalty.

In this way, the devil's heart and the Confucian heart flowed together, separated in his body, one was real, the other was illusory, but both contained mysterious and powerful power.

The heart is the source of qi and blood. Because of the existence of the devil's heart and the Confucian heart, Yan Libing's own blood was also affected and alienated, so the blood appeared black and white.

Its essence and blood have begun to produce magical properties, containing an unfathomable power of creation.

If one day, Yan Libing can become a master, a great master, a celestial being, or even a god or demon, he can create a new special physique and bloodline from nothing, and his potential should not be underestimated. At this time, this kind of blood essence containing abnormal power fell into the withered heart marrow, a precious antidote born in the poison cave, and it was like the meeting of golden wind and jade dew, which was better than countless people in the world, and also produced a power beyond the specification.

This is a kind of treasure that a poisonous creature must obtain.

This is also a bad way to attract the Poison King hiding in the dark to show up.

Just as this strong bloody smell spread throughout the drug cave, a sound like a baby crying suddenly rang out from the bottom of their hearts, making their scalps numb. They fell into a strange emotion of extreme fear, despair, loss, and the desire to commit suicide immediately, except for Meng Zhao.

The moment he heard the cry, Meng Zhao was actually happy, because this cry actually aroused the restlessness of the emerging insects in his body.

This, this is truly an unprecedented phenomenon.

He had a mysterious destiny and countless opportunities, but he had to admit that this feathered insect was among the top few.

With this insect by his side, Meng Zhao was equivalent to spontaneously installing a perpetual magical skill of the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm, which contained the power to become an immortal, constantly transform, and improve, until the ultimate leap and the supreme realm of gazing at the starry sky.

But in the past two years, the larvae have rarely changed, because Meng Zhao's martial arts are so strong and he has so many trump cards, it is really difficult for him to fall into a situation where he is in danger of death, or even has no chance of survival. Naturally, it does not conform to the true meaning of the celestial silkworm wrapping itself in a cocoon, living towards death, and transforming between life and death.

This is actually a necessity for all those who practice similar martial arts or similar people who have the power of destiny.

When we are weak, we have experienced life and death several times, so it is easy for us to transform and grow quickly.

But in the later stage, when martial arts skills are so high, it becomes extremely difficult to transform.

At this moment, how could Meng Zhao not be excited because his baby-like crying actually caused the insects in his body to move abnormally?

This means that the owner of this baby's cry should be able to promote and trigger the emergence of insects.

And with Meng Zhao's current cultivation level and realm, if he transforms into a silkworm or a butterfly, to what terrifying level will he grow to?

It should be impossible to become a god or demon, but it is definitely possible to upgrade the power of the soul to the level of becoming a god, or even the strongest true god.

More importantly, after the metamorphosis, Meng Zhao's improvement is all-round. His body, blood, talents, and skills all increase dramatically.

Therefore, Meng Zhao was determined to find the original owner of the baby's crying sound.

As for Yan Libing and the other two Lei family masters, they were almost ready to use their internal energy to kill themselves after hearing his cries.

The two men from the Lei family had no power to resist at all, and they were actually killed alive. Their two heads were like smashed watermelons, scattered all over the ground, and there was no breath left.

Because of the abnormalities in his demonic heart and Confucian heart, Yan Libing's resistance was slightly stronger, and he quickly excluded the strange sound from his spiritual consciousness.

But his face was extremely pale, his eyes were terrified, and he was still in shock. (End of this chapter)