Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

In the next few days, everyone was still discussing the Dao, without sleeping, without drinking or eating, but to everyone, it seemed as normal.

They are all the most powerful people in the world, with powers comparable to those of nature, eating wind and drinking dew, and are fundamentally different from ordinary people.

Not only were there no signs of lack of energy or weakness, but on the contrary, they all made huge gains and looked full of energy, as if their skills had greatly improved.

Until this day, when the yin energy was at its strongest at night and the moon was full, strange phenomena began to appear in the big wind tunnel.

Meng Zhao, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace and others only heard a series of wailing sounds in the huge wind tunnel, as if some evil ghost from the underworld was hiding in it. The sounds were extremely mournful, yet also carried a creepy aura.

"Everyone, the changes in the Great Wind Tunnel have already begun. It is extremely yin, and the full moon has arrived. The ethereal divine wind will appear at any time."

The Lord of the Demon Palace reminded, and at this time, a pair of eyes had turned pitch black, like two invisible whirlpools, constantly absorbing all visible and invisible mysterious things. It was the secret pupil technique of the Demon Palace, the Eye of the Demon.

This eye can observe the changes in the three realms and six paths, can harness the power of all kinds of qi techniques in heaven and earth, and has the power of insight, which is even more of a minor skill.

Not only the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, but also Meng Zhao's Emperor's Qi-Seeing Technique, the secret Soul-Separation Eye of the Demon Extreme Sect's descendant Zhu Shisan, the Monk Huikong's Eye of Great Brahma, and the pure eyes of the Holy Infant Boy, all of them are secret pupil techniques or magical powers. They can be regarded as the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

After waiting for a while, I saw a gentle breeze blowing slowly from the depths of the Great Wind Tunnel.

Ordinary wind is invisible but leaves traces, but this wind is very extraordinary, showing a touch of dark silver color, swirling and dancing, turning into a small gust of wind that wraps around without any destructive power. When it blows on everyone, it seems to bring a touch of brightness, brushing away the dust and pressure on everyone's body and mind.

In an instant, even though they had supernatural powers and their spirits were in great form, they all became slightly tipsy under this gust of divine wind, neither drunk nor intoxicated.

At this moment, everyone saw a layer of illusory and hazy light emanating from the special rock walls around them. It was a light white color, warm, yet faintly smelled of blood.

"Everyone, get ready and follow me!"

The Lord of the Demon Palace took a deep breath, with mixed feelings in his heart. Last time, he was chased in this ancient battlefield, and fled in panic, and was almost killed. This time he was well prepared and brought many masters with him. At least he had someone to take the blame, and he hoped to achieve the expected results.

As for Zhu Shisan, Meng Zhao, Monk Huikong, and the Holy Infant Boy, in addition to being on high alert, they also had some expectations for this ancient battlefield.

This kind of exploration is a very good experience.

As the Lord of the Demon Palace moved, Meng Zhao and his companions followed him and soon stepped into the hazy white light.

The moment Meng Zhao came into contact with the white light, he felt his body being torn and pulled by a powerful force. The force was so great and strong that he was afraid that if he did not become a celestial being, he would be torn into pieces. In particular, this force gradually spread to his soul.

If the soul is not formed, without the protection of the secret treasure, even a great master will die on the spot facing such a strong tearing and pulling force.

It can be said that this white light is a killing trap. If you are not a god, you will surely die if you fall into it.

This seemed to be mixed with the power of space and formations. Even though Meng Zhao was very powerful, he was unable to fully understand it in a short period of time.

But in a blink of an eye, Meng Zhao appeared out of nowhere in a completely new space.

The ground beneath his feet was dark red. The red soil was very similar to some of the soil on the blood ridge, and it was stained with a strong smell of blood.

Looking around, everything within a hundred meters is clearly visible, but beyond a hundred meters, it is all white mist.

When Meng Zhao released his spiritual power, it could only penetrate the white fog for a hundred meters, and could only sweep an area within a radius of two hundred meters. Beyond two hundred meters, it was like being blind and couldn't see a thing.

And within this two hundred meter range, Meng Zhao was surprised to find that there was no one around him.

The Lord of the Demon Palace, the descendant of the magic master Zhu Shisan, the monk Huikong, and the Holy Infant Boy, none of them could be seen.

"Hey, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace didn't explain this at the time. Could it be that the space barrier was distorted and scattered, so when I passed through it, I immediately fell down, and that's why it got lost?"

According to the Lord of the Demon Palace, he entered this ancient alien space battlefield only once and gained many benefits from it, but only once. After coming out, he did not enter again due to the dangers there, and naturally he would not bring anyone in.

Therefore, it is possible that the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace is not aware of the secret of this space barrier.

However, in this case, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace’s plan has completely failed. With everyone scattered all over the place, he naturally cannot gather everyone’s strength. What’s the difference between this and entering there alone?

Of course, if we can find someone who entered with us and reunite with them, that would be a different matter.

Right now, Meng Zhao was completely in the dark about this ancient battlefield. He had no idea of ​​its exact location and could only take one step at a time and see what was going on.

However, for safety reasons, Meng Zhao immediately summoned out Emperor Yu's armor and put it on. Only then did he boldly explore this special place.

Meng Zhao found a north direction with himself as the axis, and then walked slowly and quickly. As his body movements changed, he was already a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye.

Meng Zhao actually did know something about this ancient battlefield. After all, the Lord of the Demon Palace had done some explorations inside it and told the story as a show of sincerity in order to increase their understanding of the situation inside.

However, there was no relevant information about the white fog in the Lord of the Demon Palace's narration. Therefore, the location where Meng Zhao was at this time should be a place that the Lord of the Demon Palace had not touched upon at the beginning. Meng Zhao had no way to deal with this and could only think about leaving here as soon as possible.

Of course, it's not that I just want to leave here. This time I came to this ancient battlefield to seek opportunities, enhance my own foundation, and prepare for the impact on the realm of gods and demons.

Therefore, Meng Zhao was also trying to find opportunities, but this area was indeed very strange.

The red soil under my feet is extremely dark and contains a bloody smell. It is obviously soaked in blood and has gone through endless years.

The white mist in the surrounding air was also very strange. Meng Zhao's spiritual power could only penetrate a hundred meters. There were several reasons for this.

The first is that this ancient alien space battlefield seems to have various restrictions, which makes Meng Zhao's spiritual power not perform as well as it did in the land of Shenzhou, under the premise that he is not bound. This is not because there is something wrong with Meng Zhao's soul, but because the external environment is different.

For example, Meng Zhao's punch can smash a mountain in the land of Shenzhou, but in this space, the same punch force can only smash a small hill. His own strength has not changed, but the external environment has changed, like solid and heavy countless times. To give another example, a student is a top-notch student in his small county, but when he leaves the county and goes to the provincial capital, the environment changes, and it is difficult for him to be a top student. It is not because of his strength decline, but because of the external environment, he looks mediocre.

According to Meng Zhao's own exploration, there seems to be a mysterious force in this ancient battlefield space. It is not known whether it is a formation or something else, which makes the environment inside quite different from that of the Shenzhou world.

The second is that there is something wrong with this white fog. It looks like it is made up of water vapor, but in fact, there is a mysterious power hidden in it. It feels like a spiritual power scattered throughout the entire range of the white fog. Because the nature of the power is at the same level, it is difficult for Meng Zhao to fully detect the spiritual power.

As for the specific mystery, Meng Zhao couldn't figure it out.

After walking and searching for about three hours, Meng Zhao discovered that the white fog not only did not dissipate, but became thicker.

Originally, Meng Zhao could use his spiritual power to see through the white fog within a range of 100 meters. But now, as the white fog became thicker, it was difficult for him to see even 50 meters. It was like being blind.

There seemed to be some unknown danger hidden in the outside world. Meng Zhao had almost raised his awareness of defense to the top level. Any slight movement would cause him to rebound wildly.

Meng Zhao was not making a fuss about this. The ancient battlefield was described as extremely dangerous by the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Even a top-level warrior like him had narrowly escaped death. Meng Zhao would certainly not be careless.

Speaking of battlefields, in fact, the secret realm of the cave that Meng Zhao owns in Lingwu City is also a battlefield of gods and demons. However, the so-called gods and demons there are not that powerful, and there are only two of them.

The ancient battlefield is different now. There are countless gods and demons, and even corpse demons and corpse gods are born. Perhaps there are supreme powers. The so-called battlefield of gods and demons is nothing compared to this ancient battlefield. They are not on the same level at all.

"Wu Ya, Wu Ya..."

The deeper he delved into this mysterious treasure, the clearer the originally vague and intermittent voices in Meng Zhao's mind became.

At the same time, deep in the spiritual sense, there was a strong sense of deep darkness, as if something bad was about to happen.

It's not really dangerous, but it gave Meng Zhao a feeling of pressure like a dark cloud looming over a city, threatening to destroy it.

Perhaps, it was his existence that alarmed some mysterious power or mysterious existence, and therefore wanted to deal with him?

"Wu Ya, or crow?"

Meng Zhao stopped and stood with his hands behind his back, his ears trembling. The secret magic power of the Tingtian clan was unfolding. Invisible waves spread out with him as the core, causing the huge white fog to begin to stir and form the appearance of chaotic clouds.

He was not an arrogant person. Now that he sensed that danger was approaching, he would not continue to move forward stubbornly. He even wondered if he was just unlucky and chose the wrong direction, so he had this experience?

Just as Meng Zhao was still trying to explore the source of this dangerous intuition, the originally white mist turned into bright red in a very short time, as if it was made of blood evaporating and mist, and continued to flow towards Meng Zhao.

A purple glow appeared on Meng Zhao's body, covering his surface. No matter how the blood mist rolled, it was difficult to get close to him.

"This fog is quite interesting. It turns out to be blood poison?"

Meng Zhao had extraordinary eyesight, and when his soul sensed it, he quickly shrank into his sea of ​​consciousness. Even though his soul was protected by magical powers and treasures, he still didn't want to be contaminated by the blood mist.

According to Meng Zhao's analysis, this blood mist was most likely spread by some extremely powerful and poisonous beast. The beast, at its peak strength, was at least at the level of a celestial being, or even a god or demon. It seemed that the blood had soaked into the venom in its own poison sac, and the two merged into a blood mist.

After years of accumulation, this blood mist may have continued to evolve, giving birth to spiritual consciousness and intelligence on its own, gaining a faint wisdom and knowing how to disguise itself.

Therefore, the blood mist turns into white mist, as if it were a trap set by hunters to lure prey.

The dark red color underfoot is the land soaked in blood. In fact, it is also related to the long-term wandering and infiltration of the blood mist.

Stepping into the white fog, it seems that there is no danger at all, but in fact, the danger has already silently invaded his body and poisoned him.

As for the spiritual power that was suspected to be scattered in the white mist, it should be a disguise of the poison, used to deceive powerful celestial beings like Meng Zhao. The soul was actually poisoned after being contaminated by the white mist.

Of course, this refers to the general, naked celestial warriors.

Meng Zhao acted extremely cautiously, but he couldn't avoid being tricked. Using his soul to spy on the range of the white fog was a mistake.

However, his soul is protected by his bloodline powers all year round. In addition, he is also protected by an illusory force transformed from the King of State and Country Cauldron. Therefore, the blood mist poison did not really stump Meng Zhao, and did not even have any effect on him.

As for the damage to the physical body, there was no damage at all.

It's very simple. With the Emperor Yu armor, Meng Zhao was also extremely careful and placed a layer of protective Qi on his body surface. It was naturally smooth and unobstructed, and the blood mist poison could hardly penetrate at all.

A cold light flashed in Meng Zhao's eyes, and he moved his palm forward. A magnificent fire dragon roared out from Meng Zhao's palm. It was a hundred feet long. The huge dragon body was made entirely of blazing flames, and there was also a trace of true dragon energy condensed in it.

The fire dragon appeared in the blood mist, and the temperature around it immediately soared. The thick blood mist began to surge, dissipate, and gather again under the scorching hot temperature.

Moreover, this blood mist seemed to be controlled by someone. Countless blood mist poisons permeated the fire dragon released by Meng Zhao's palm power.

Not long after, the fire dragon turned into a blood dragon. Finally, it let out a wail and fell onto the dark red soil. Soon, it vaporized and dissipated.

Meng Zhao's expression was also startled. This blood mist poison was so mysterious. The fire dragon was created by his pure burning power. It was domineering, hot, and fierce. It could burn everything. However, it was contaminated, soaked, and finally assimilated by the blood mist poison, losing all its power. Even the dragon energy that he deliberately injected into it could not escape. It can be seen how powerful the blood mist poison is.

Before Meng Zhao could continue testing, the blood mist condensed into a giant claw in an instant and grabbed towards Meng Zhao.

Not only does it have a powerful power, but it also has the poison of blood mist.

Meng Zhao did not dodge or evade. He threw out a punch that turned into a gust of wind, dispersing the blood mist condensed by the claws. However, after a short while, the blood mist gathered again.

For a moment, Meng Zhao seemed to be in trouble. (End of this chapter)