Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

The power of the blood mist is extremely complex and difficult to deal with. It does not have a tangible form and can be destroyed, just like a celestial phenomenon in nature. Even though Meng Zhao can repel and disperse the attacks of the blood mist countless times, if he really responds in this way, he will only tie his own hands and feet and fall into the battle rhythm of the blood mist.

Although Meng Zhao was young, he had been through hundreds of battles and had a very good sense of combat. Wherever he stepped, the ground surged and layers of dark red soil splashed out, turning into endless red sand, which diffused, absorbed, and covered the blood mist.

Then, Meng Zhao followed his spiritual perception and flew in one direction at an incredible speed. Lines of energy outside his body transformed into the shape of a dragon, flying through the void, roaring at the sky and cracking the earth along the way. The incomparably powerful energy carried Meng Zhao and dispersed the blood mist in front of him.

I don't know how long I walked, but the blood mist gradually faded, and finally, it completely dissipated, and in its place was an evil place with piled up bones.

Meng Zhao was as light as a swallow, floating down to the ground, with one foot in the blood mist and the other in the forest of bones.

"Interesting, there is spiritual consciousness hidden in the blood mist, and this land of white bones doesn't seem to be that simple!"

Meng Zhao really wanted to find out the secrets of this blood mist land. Maybe he could gain some benefits from it. Of course, he might also alarm the source of the blood mist, which would lead to an unpredictable crisis.

Therefore, Meng Zhao finally chose the safer option of disgust and took the opportunity to leave the place where the blood mist was rolling. If there was a chance, he could come back to explore again.

The most important thing is that Meng Zhao can keenly sense the elusive danger. This danger is not simple. It proves that it can pose a threat to Meng Zhao's life, and the situation can be serious or minor.

With Meng Zhao's cautiousness, he would certainly not be careless. Besides, this was an ancient battlefield, not a place for cats and dogs. God knows what kind of monsters are hidden in the blood mist, so he chose to retreat.

It is not entirely true to say that there is no gain in the blood mist. The blood mist and the poison hidden in it are themselves a superb method. Meng Zhao used the power of his soul to spy on its secrets and was able to comprehend some principles and Tao rhyme from them. These are all the resources he would use to impact the ways of gods and demons in the future.

After leaving the blood mist, he unexpectedly stepped into a forest of bones.

Meng Zhao looked ahead and saw all sorts of bizarre shapes of bones rising from the dark ground, like a forest of white bones.

Without even thinking, Meng Zhao knew that the situation inside would not be peaceful, but there was nothing he could do but to force his way in.

Tap, tap, tap! Meng Zhao walked slowly in the forest of bones, his eyes flickering around. Soon, he noticed something strange.

He walked closer and reached out to grab the object, which was hidden in the dark soil and only a part of it was exposed. It was then sucked into Meng Zhao's palm by a powerful force.

This object is about three feet long, and half of it is made of extremely rare divine steel. However, it must have experienced an extremely brutal battle. The blade of at least an earth-level divine weapon was actually broken abruptly. The three-foot-long part that looks like a dagger is only a part of the complete weapon.

In Meng Zhao's eyes, this weapon was either a spear, a lance, or a long stick. The training method was actually very crude, far from the mysterious and skillful techniques accumulated over countless long years today.

However, there is also a kind of charm of a vast and free road. It is most likely that it was forged in the ancient times by our ancestors relying on powerful divine materials, unparalleled divine skills, and amazing wisdom.

Of course, this magical weapon has been scrapped. Even though its material is of good quality, it is of no great use to Meng Zhao at this moment.

However, the extremely terrifying aura contained in it, which was a mixture of special forces such as murderous intent, fighting spirit, evil spirit, etc., was completely preserved. For Meng Zhao, it was a great surprise.

Meng Zhao held the three-foot "short stick" in his hand, and the power of his soul slowly seeped into it. In an instant, the energy burst out from the object in his hand actually shook Meng Zhao's palm open, and even emitted a straight ray of light, penetrating the sky and the earth. The terrifying aura was like the rising tide of the sea, waves continuously, sweeping in all directions.

Meng Zhao was no longer interested in these things. Instead, he clenched his eyes, sweat seeping out of the two sides of his forehead, and his soul went through a special experience.

I saw a blurry figure holding a long stick, performing stick techniques to overturn rivers and seas, collapse mountains and split rocks. When the long stick came out, everyone in all directions bowed their heads.

It turned out to be an extremely advanced, no, top-level stick technique, and the vague figure in the soul made him practice it to the level of a saint. It was simply ingenious and each move was full of melodious charm. It was obviously a violent martial arts technique, but in Meng Zhao's eyes, it had a certain aesthetic artistry.

There is only one word that is revealed by the stick, and that is strong.

Powerful strength, strong spirit, combined with powerful stick techniques, created a powerful figure like a god of war.

However, there is always someone stronger than you, and there is always a mountain higher than the other.

The owner of this short stick is powerful, but it seems that there is someone more powerful than him.

In addition to comprehending a top-level fighting method, the killing stick technique, from the energy of the short stick, the soul was also immersed in a picture for a long time.

This scene is of course inseparable from the mysterious strong man who is performing stick techniques but whose face cannot be seen. However, he is just a background board.

The truly powerful one did not show up, but only made a move from a distance.

Just as the strong man who was using the stick technique was killing people indiscriminately, a palm print fell from the sky and pressed towards him with the force of a heavenly punishment.

According to Meng Zhao's knowledge, the person who performed the stick technique should be considered a strong man in the realm of gods and demons. However, facing this palm, he seemed extremely panicked and unable to defend himself.

The last scene is the scene where the long stick is broken into pieces, with only three feet left and falling to the ground. There is not much else.

How can I describe it? The palm in Meng Zhao's consciousness was completely unpredictable and there was no clue at all. It was simply incredible.

Not only that, the more he thought about the meaning of this palm, the more depressed Meng Zhao's soul became. In the end, it even showed signs of collapse.

This made Meng Zhao even more puzzled.

According to his own understanding, with his current level of cultivation and realm, let alone comprehending a palm technique, even practicing any martial arts would be easy for him, except for the infant qi which required special conditions.

Meng Zhao didn't think that this palm required any prerequisites.

Therefore, the only explanation is that the skill of this palm is too advanced and he is not even qualified to enter.

For this kind of martial arts and skills, only two words came to Meng Zhao's mind:

"Supreme!" Meng Zhao suddenly exerted force with the hand holding the short stick. The powerful force was so strong that he even left a mark on the broken divine weapon.

"The man who used the stick technique was obviously a strong one among the gods and demons. His stick technique was unparalleled, his momentum was mighty and fierce, his fighting spirit was surging, and he had some of the demeanor of an ancient god of war.

However, facing this palm, he had no power to resist at all, and the magic weapon that was closely connected to him also shattered. Anyone who can do this, even if he is not the Supreme, is almost the same as the Supreme, or even a figure at the level of a Supreme Emperor.

His Dao fruit is perfect, and the Dao is hidden, hidden in his own cultivation, comparable to the hidden Dao of Heaven. It is deliberately hidden, making it difficult for a celestial being like me to discern it. "

Before Meng Zhao could continue thinking about the owner of the palm technique that fell from the sky, and whether he might be some ancient emperor, chaos broke out again in this forest of bones.

A rustling sound like wind blowing through leaves was heard, and from not far away, a long whip made of densely packed white bones, perhaps hundreds or thousands of them, came towards Meng Zhao, strangling him.

It is somewhat similar to the crisis he faced in the blood mist just now, but in Meng Zhao's eyes, it is still not a threat, just some trouble.

The essence of the short stick in his hand had completely dissipated, leaving only a trace of the aura of its ancient master. However, when Meng Zhao just received the inheritance of the stick technique, the aura had actually dissipated almost completely.

At this point, it is just the raw material for a magic weapon.

Meng Zhao's heart moved, and the stick technique inheritance he had just received flashed through his mind. He smiled slightly, and facing the long whip formed by white bones coming from all directions, he swung and swept around. His energy was condensed, and his domineering momentum was like a mountain pressing down on his head. The terrifying aura formed a terrifying vision of a stick sweeping the starry sky and shaking the earth.

It can be said that one can learn it once and become proficient in it in a short time. In terms of proficiency, it can be said that it is at the level of perfection.

The short stick was only three feet long, but with the energy condensed on the divine weapon, the stick's shadow extended like a mad dragon stirring the sea, whistling like thunder, rolling up the white bones in all directions, and smashing towards the long bone whip that was attacking from all directions.

The force of this stick technique was so overwhelming that it wiped out hundreds of white bones. Not only that, it also caused the terrain within a few miles to collapse by more than two feet.

Compared to the blood mist which is invisible but tangible and gathers and disperses at random, this forest of bones is much easier to deal with.

However, Meng Zhao's big move also seemed to have caused more crises.

Wah wah wah, a cry like a baby was heard, and the ground on both sides of Meng Zhao suddenly exploded. An unknown horrible monster flew out and grabbed Meng Zhao fiercely!

Meng Zhao changed his previous overbearing and powerful stick technique, and it became difficult for mortals to distinguish the real from the fake. The stick shadow was like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, poking, picking, wrapping, and twisting...

The shadows of sticks in the sky turned into a cage, blocking all directions.

There were four ferocious creatures that rushed over to kill him, but Meng Zhao swept them all aside and made it difficult for them to get close to him.

Meng Zhao took a closer look and found that the four ferocious creatures looked like four large lizards, with green eyes and long tongues that dripped down their tongues. Saliva was dripping and making a sizzling corrosion sound, and even the bones were melted in an instant.

These four beasts are all covered with black scales. Below their abdomens, there are white bones similar to those in the White Bone Forest, which turn into bone armor to protect their weaknesses.

According to Meng Zhao's perception, the lethality of the four evil creatures should be in the grandmaster range. For him, the pressure is not too great. It is much better than encountering problems such as corpse demons.

Meng Zhao raised his short stick again, and his body turned into four phantoms, rushing towards the four ferocious creatures respectively. He pointed the stick downwards, and the stick technique stagnated in the void, killing the four ferocious creatures at the same time.

With just a "puff" sound, the heads of the four monsters shattered together, splashing green plasma.

At the same time, four ferocious creatures were killed, their bodies exploded, leaving four half-white and half-green round beads floating in the air.

Meng Zhao grabbed the four beads and they fell into his hands. He rubbed them slightly and sensed them with the power of his soul, and then he roughly understood the mysteries contained in them.

It can be considered a kind of inner elixir of a ferocious beast. However, this ferocious beast was originally a poisonous creature, but after living and reproducing in the forest of bones for a long time, some kind of mutation occurred, causing the ferocious beast to become alienated.

Therefore, these four inner pills, in addition to being able to ward off poison and detoxify, can also be taken as natural treasures to temper the human bones and give them powerful strength.

Meng Zhao rubbed his palms together, and the burning energy in his palms was as hot as the sun, which instantly refined the four beasts' inner cores into ashes, leaving only four streams of pure air swirling in Meng Zhao's palms.

Meng Zhao took a deep breath, and the four streams of fresh air were like four long snakes, which were sucked into his nose and fell into his body.

In an instant, white bones exactly the same as those in the forest of bones began to grow on Meng Zhao's body, as if a layer of skeleton was covered outside of his flesh and blood.

However, soon, this power was completely refined by Meng Zhao. The bones in his body, in addition to the previous purple-gold color, also had a layer of bright metallic white. The hardness and flexibility of the bones, as well as the power that the bones could burst out, all increased, and the increase was quite obvious.

"It's quite interesting. With my current cultivation level, ordinary precious pills and precious medicines are basically ineffective. I didn't expect that the inner pills of these four fierce beasts would have such miraculous effects. If I take them outside, wouldn't it be possible to create a large number of powerful people in a very short time?"

At this time, Meng Zhao had begun to appreciate the benefits of this ancient space.

In fact, a lot of benefits have been collected in the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, which can be used to train talents for Meng Zhao. However, the effect varies from person to person, and more people need to lay the foundation.

Nowadays, this ancient battlefield is quite powerful. If it can be taken as one's own back garden, even high-level forces can be successfully cultivated in a very short time. There is no need to worry about not having tools to win people's hearts in the future, let alone worrying about the help in dominating the world in the future.

Therefore, compared with other people, Meng Zhao had a stronger desire to possess this ancient battlefield.

Putting aside other things, if we take out one of the beast's inner cores and make it a part of the military merit exchange system in the Yangwu Army, it will surely boost the morale of the army.

Moreover, this is just a small benefit. The benefits gained by the Lord of the Demon Palace are far more powerful than the inner elixir of this ferocious beast.

It is said that there are many corpses of mythical beasts and demonic beasts in here. If one can be found and the crisis hidden in it can be resolved, wouldn’t the reward be a thousand or even ten thousand times greater than the inner elixirs of just four ferocious beasts?

Of course, this is only the most ideal situation. Right now, Meng Zhao still plans to clean up this forest of bones first. (End of this chapter)