Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Yan Libing and the Horse-Faced Ghost could see more clearly that the sky, which seemed to be torn apart, was actually spraying blood-red liquid downwards.

It is like the vast Milky Way, the waterfall hanging from the sky, and the blood of the sky, blending together to form a wonderful sight.

For a moment, both of them were immersed in such a mysterious, magnificent and vast scene, unable to extricate themselves.

Meng Zhao, on the other hand, exerted all his strength to control the Ziwei Emperor's Scripture of the Heavenly Dragons, with the Emperor Dragon as the base, Ziwei as the phase, Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism as the roots, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, wind, rain, thunder and lightning as the branches and leaves, surging with unparalleled divine power.

One after another, blood-red divine thunderbolts were annihilated, offset, devoured, digested, and assimilated...

Until the blood-red vertical pupil had no ability to defend itself any more, the Ziwei True Dragon that Meng Zhao transformed into stretched out its claws, and the claws like knives plowing the sky turned outward to both sides and tore fiercely.

There was a ripping sound like cloth tearing, which spread in all directions, and the blood-red vertical pupil was torn into pieces. However, the blood-red light gathered and did not disperse, but turned into a ball of flowing light above the sky, floating unsteadily, and the blood-red vertical pupil turned into a ball of blood-red mist.

Meng Zhao transformed from a Baili True Dragon into a human body, standing tall and proud with his feet on the void.

When he saw the blood-colored cloud, his eyes lit up and he took a deep breath towards the blood-colored cloud.

Suction, suction, suction, hiss, hiss, hiss!

With a shocking inhalation sound, like a dragon sucking or a whale swallowing, the terrifying suction force stimulated the sky beyond the sky, and a mighty wind blew. Blazing white lightning flashed in all directions, acting on the blood-colored cloud.

The clouds rolled and swirled, then turned into a vortex, forming an inverted funnel shape.

The mouth of the funnel turned into a long, thin line and was swallowed into Meng Zhao's mouth and nose.

Under the influence of this vortex funnel, the blood-colored mist was like rivers returning to the sea, and was sucked into Meng Zhao's body with a move called "Swallowing the Sky and Eclipse the Sun".

One breath, two breaths…one moment, two moments.

After a long time, the blood-red vertical pupil, which was the blood-red mist that turned into after the Little Eye of Heavenly Dao shattered, was completely swallowed into Meng Zhao's body.

The rich blood-colored power now filled Meng Zhao's meridians, limbs and bones, and was still unable to fully contain it.

The remaining force extends from the meridians to the flesh and blood, from the flesh and blood to the bones and tendons, and from the bones and tendons to the skin and membrane, and it is bright red and extremely dazzling.

Even with Meng Zhao's ability, he was unable to suppress the outburst of such power. Outside his body, a blood-red divine light as wide as 800 miles emerged, filling the dark sky.

The power contained in that blood-colored cloud is extremely complex.

There is the incomplete will of the great man's soul, the power of the small heavenly way, the power of the poisonous cave veins, and the residual power of the thunder of heavenly punishment that was transformed from an extremely evil, vicious and crazy poisonous thought.

It was a huge hodgepodge, which was completely devoured by Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao actually felt a bit like a snake swallowing an elephant, but with the help of the restless feathered insects in his body, as well as the Sheji Wang Ding and Emperor Yu's armor to suppress them, he was able to slowly and firmly calm, digest, and transform the various negative forces in his body, and finally turned them into his essence...

As Meng Zhao fell into a trance-like state, he began to soar rapidly across the sky.

On the earth, Yan Libing and the Horse-Faced Ghost were experiencing a drastic change that shook the earth.

The ground of the poison cave beneath their feet gradually began to collapse, the sand and gravel turned into powder, and the black soil turned into sand and gravel. Under the wider and wider cracks, the shadow of the hidden world became more and more vivid and clear, until the two of them took a wrong step and fell directly into the endless dark cracks.

It was not until the irresistible feeling of weightlessness and suspended air was gone that Yan Libing and the Horse-Faced Ghost realized that everything around them was completely different from the drug den they had just been in, as if they were in another world.

There is a slightly sweet and fishy sea breeze blowing beside the nose, mixed with the scent of flowers, grass, trees and fruits.

In my ears, there are the calls of hundreds of thousands of various snakes, insects, rats, ants, seabirds and flying fish.

Before your eyes is a scene of boundless blue waves and the sea and sky merging into one.

"This, this is the secret realm of the cave, where is the new space?" Yan Libing stared blankly at everything in front of him. A sad and nauseous feeling of wanting to vomit surged in his heart, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Before that, I was in a tense, exciting and passionate environment, and personally experienced a scene comparable to the ancient battle between gods and demons.

At this time, with blue sky, white clouds, blue sea, rising and falling tides, it is a leisurely and comfortable place to spend your vacation.

The contrast was so great that he found it difficult to accept it for a while.

"Yes, this is where the new space is.

I just observed carefully that in the poison cave, the earth is collapsing and the space is shattered. The situation is similar above the sky.

I think it was the Small Eye of Heaven that was manifested by the incomplete will of the mighty soul, which was torn apart and swallowed by King Meng Long, completely destroying the original power of the poison cave, which is why the space is unstable and threw us here. "

The horse-faced ghost carried a sharp long sword and looked around, feeling both relieved and disappointed.

He was somewhat relieved that Meng Zhao had indeed saved their lives in the end, and that they had not been harmed by the strange Poison King or even the will of the Little Heavenly Dao.

The reason for his loss was that his realm was limited and his vision was limited. Although he gained a lot from that earth-shattering and weeping battle, the limitation of his vision meant that his gains would never touch upon the deepest mysteries and wonders.

"Where's King Meng Long? Is he okay?

I, I remember that he had previously absorbed the blood cloud formed by the blood-colored vertical pupil into his body, and it burst out with endless blood-colored divine light, so he should be okay, right?"

Yan Libing rarely showed concern for Meng Zhao at this time.

He didn't want anything serious to happen to Meng Zhao.

It's not that he really has any loyalty or attachment to Meng Zhao, but he really can't bear to give up that shocking martial arts.

Yan Libing still hopes that Meng Zhao will have time to teach him martial arts.

It’s not that his great scholar teacher is not good, but Meng Zhao is too strong, especially in martial arts practice, he is comparable to a martial arts grandmaster.

Yan Libing is by no means a simple Confucian practitioner, but a practitioner of both Confucianism and magic, with an innate devil heart and a loyal heart.

Although the future seems bright, there are also many difficulties and obstacles.

If he wants to reach his so-called upper limit of potential, it is definitely not enough to rely solely on the great scholar teacher or the great devil as a backer.

Only Meng Zhao, who has extraordinary talent, superb martial arts, wild imagination and understanding, and sufficient foundation and gifts.

Perhaps it can help Yan Libing find the most suitable path for his future, so that he can reach the upper limit of his potential.

Therefore, Yan Libing really doesn't want anything to happen to Meng Zhao.

Even if something is going to happen, you have to lay a good foundation for yourself and find the direction before it happens.

This also shows that he is also a sophisticated egoist.

Meng Zhao's potential and martial arts are enough to pose a great threat to the Beitang royal family.

But Yan Libing didn't care.

They are just members of the royal family. How can they be compared to my own martial arts career? (End of this chapter)