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The Southern Grandmaster's martial arts skills were not high, but he had good knowledge. He immediately thought of the same thing as Meng Zhao. At the same time, he also realized that the strange creature transformed by the Grandmaster surnamed Zhou might be hiding clues to the place where the white-bone gods and demons died.

Even if it was crushed by Meng Zhao, there were still traces left. With his special methods, Meng Zhao might be able to find out something.

Meng Zhao thought for a long time before saying,

"I think the same as you, but do you think that the place where the white bone gods and demons fell, or the place where the power of the white bone Taoist fruit is hidden, is the back garden of your home and you can go there whenever you want?"

Meng Zhao was just confident, but he was not so conceited as to look down on all the heroes in the world. He might not even be the best in China, and he did not dare to be careless in the slightest about this strange and dangerous ancient battlefield.

There must be great opportunities where the Bone Demon is, that's for sure; however, it must also contain great dangers. Even if Meng Zhao can withstand it, the losses along the way may not be something he is willing to bear.

It all comes down to one sentence: after weighing the pros and cons, if the pros outweigh the cons, then go; if the cons outweigh the pros, then don't go.

In the end, Meng Zhao was still unwilling to take the risk, at least not for the time being. He had to refine the power of the Wuliang Flag again first.

Meng Zhao's decision actually made the male master and the female master breathe a sigh of relief. They didn't want Meng Zhao to look for some crappy opportunity, mainly because they felt insecure.

Meng Zhao’s own martial arts skills are strong enough to protect himself, but facing the white-bone demon, he can only flee in a panic. At that time, if he can’t take care of the two of them, wouldn’t that be a dead end?

And to be honest, death would be fine, but the two of them witnessed the horror of Grandmaster Zhou turning into a strange creature after his death. They are afraid that they will not be able to forget it in their dreams for some time to come. Naturally, they do not want to end up in a situation where they cannot rest in peace even after death.

Therefore, the farther Meng Zhao was from the place where the white-bone demon fell, the better, which was exactly what they wanted.

Then, the three of them did not waste any more time, and walked in this sunless and moonless, eternally bright space for an unknown amount of time, before finally passing through the forest of bones and arriving in front of a dark, dead, and gloomy lake.

Just like the clear distinction between the bone forest and the blood mist, Ruoshui and the bone forest seemed to have a special tacit understanding.

Within ten miles of the Weak Water, there were no bones to be seen, only scattered rocks and large stretches of barren grassland.

What is strange is that there is a layer of extremely cold frost in the area of ​​ten miles, especially on the grass. The white frost hits the dry weeds, like the glow of stars, and blooms a white color in this area. At first glance, it is quite beautiful and the scenery is nice.

"This chill, heavy and cold, seems to be corroding my body all the time. With every breath, my flesh and blood are being worn away, and my vital energy is dissipating. It is indeed the Yin in the water, the weak water!"

Unlike Meng Zhao's strong physique and vigorous blood, he could dispel this strange aura with just a little bit of his skills.

The two martial masters were now ready to go, with their entire bodies wrapped in a layer of Qi to fight against the weak water Qi that was floating in the air.

"Sir, the power of this weak water is extraordinary. It is difficult for us to get close to it."

The Southern Grandmaster was actually here for the first time as well, and his face was extremely pale. He had never expected that the Weak Water would be so terrifying. They had only been close to its range, but the aura was so strong that it almost destroyed their martial arts foundation. It was really hard to imagine what kind of crisis they would face if they actually entered it.

Meng Zhao hesitated for a moment, and did not continue to force the two of them. He just stated a fact.

"Well, you just wait here. Remember, in this ancient battlefield, with your martial arts realm of the two Grandmasters, you are no different from ants. It is even difficult for you to avoid being hunted by the bone beasts in the bone forest.

Therefore, it is best for you to wait patiently for me to return from refining the treasure.

Of course, if you really want to escape, that’s fine.”

After saying that, Meng Zhao ignored what the two were thinking and transformed into a dragon-shaped aura, flying towards the place where the weak water was. While whistling, he was like a real dragon flying, causing the dark cold current in the air to surge, and turned into white frost visible to the naked eye hanging behind him, which was a spectacular sight.

Only after Meng Zhao's figure disappeared did the female master heave a long sigh of relief. She collapsed weakly on the ground, with only a layer of Qi flowing to protect herself.

The Southern Grandmaster's condition was not much better than that of the female Grandmaster, but he was more resilient. He looked in the direction where Meng Zhaoyuan was leaving, with a flicker in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Jiang Zixuan, how about we leave here while he's not around?"

The woman's mentality was still not good. When Meng Zhao was not around, she acted sneaky. Not only did she speak in a very low voice, she also used the secret method of transmitting sound. If the southern master could not really sense someone talking, she might have thought it was an illusion.

Facing the woman's instigation, Jiang Zixuan snorted coldly, without transmitting his voice, but spoke directly,

"Where should we go after leaving here? Back to the Bone Forest, or to the Blood Mist, or to the Corpse Demon Plain?"

In one sentence, the topic was killed directly.

Yes, even if they leave here for a short time, where can they go?

This is not Shenzhou, but an ancient battlefield, or a strange place with extremely special space, a mixture of two battlefields.

To be honest, if it weren't for the protection of Yiheng and Xuanwei, the remaining six masters would have probably died here long ago. Those who managed to survive were undoubtedly people with extraordinary luck.

Sadly, they are not such people.

The female master was so nervous at this moment that she was on the verge of collapse. Upon hearing this, she sighed with endless disappointment and regret.

"I shouldn't have coveted any chance in the first place. If I hadn't entered this damn place, you and I wouldn't have experienced so many dangers."

This is actually true.

Although they are all very old, they don't seem old enough. The object of comparison is Meng Zhao.

In terms of real lifespan, those who have become masters are still in the first half of their lives. However, in terms of martial arts, there may not be much room for improvement.

It was because they still had hope and delusion in their hearts that they were ready to head to this ancient battlefield.

The purpose is to break the limits of one's own potential, rebuild the foundation, and thus have the possibility of impacting a higher level of martial arts.

That is the case with Xuanwei and Yiheng, and so are they.

It’s just that Xuanwei and Yiheng are already great masters, and what they seek is the possibility of reaching the realm of heaven, or even gods and demons.

As for them, due to their lack of talent, they can only dream on whether they can become a grandmaster or even a celestial being. As for higher levels, it is not impossible for them to dream on, but it just depends on what they gain in this ancient battlefield space.

If there is really a chance to receive the teachings of the ancient gods and demons, or the blessing of the power of Tao fruit, it is not impossible for gods and demons to have delusions.

However, ideals are beautiful, and reality is cruel.

In fact, if you calculate carefully, they will most likely die if they enter this ancient alien space battlefield. As for the real opportunity, even if there is one, it will not be their turn. Instead, those who have strong practice and advanced martial arts have more chances.

From the beginning to the end, they were just consumables used to test and explore the space of this ancient battlefield.

It hurts to say this, but that's the reality.

Everyone has a role to play. A master is at least a minor expert, and has a strong breath of life. He can be used to lure the tiger away from the mountain, divert trouble away, etc. Meng Zhao has the same idea.

"Huh, what you said is ridiculous. Do you really think that you can not come if I don't want to?" Jiang Zixuan's face was gloomy. Sometimes, people can choose, but sometimes, they have to do something.

Indeed, both he and the female master are truly one in a million masters in the land of Shenzhou, superior to ordinary warriors. It is not wrong for them to use their power for their own benefit in their own territory.

However, there is always a mountain higher than another one. Above the grandmaster there is a grandmaster, and above the grandmaster there is a celestial being.

They have to do what the heavenly being says. If they don't, they will not be spared and their family will suffer.

For example, if the celestial being who came from the Qi-Shi Sect ordered them, the southern grand masters and grand masters, to enter the ancient battlefield space with him, could they say no?

There is no possibility of getting it unless they want their family to be destroyed and they themselves to be killed.

Now that I'm here, I can at least give it a try. Maybe I can come back alive and get an extraordinary opportunity at the same time?

If you don't come, there is only one ending, and that is death!

Seeing the woman's confused face, Jiang Zixuan didn't know whether to comfort her or himself, and said,

"I know you are afraid of that person. In front of him, you and I are as weak as babies. We have no sense of security at all. Maybe he can kill you and me with just one move.

But remember, you are still alive now. Since you are alive, live well, live as much as possible, at all costs.

Xuanwei and Yiheng are both dead, but we are still alive. Doesn't this just show that you and I still have some luck left in our lives?"

This cannot be said to be chicken soup. From a certain perspective, it is in line with the facts.

For example, the strange creature that was the incarnation of the great master named Zhou who was born in the south, used its miraculous soul-capturing ability to control two masters, and attacked Meng Zhao from behind, and was finally shocked to death.

At that time, there were actually four masters left, but those two unlucky guys became victims. Doesn't this just show that they were lucky and had good fortune?

Along the way, no matter what happened outside in the past, six out of eight people died, even two grand masters were gone, but they were still alive and well, which just proved that they should not have died.

"Can we really survive?"

The woman was still somewhat confused and found it difficult to strengthen her convictions.

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, her nerves were tense and she had no time to think about anything else.

Now that Meng Zhao has left, the two are temporarily in a safe place, and all kinds of complicated thoughts and ideas come to their mind.

It cannot be said that there are many inner demons, but it does have some meaning in that regard.

"Of course, and the chances are great."

This time, Jiang Zixuan's answer was powerful, not only to the woman, but also to himself.

The woman's eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something, and said,

"You mean, rely on him?"

That's right, if two masters want to survive in the ancient battlefield space full of dangers, it can't be said to be a one-shot death, but a ten-shot death, unless the two of them have extraordinary luck and a secret treasure to protect them.

But it is obvious that although they may have some luck, they definitely have no treasures.

The only one I can rely on is Meng Zhao.

"Yes, we rely on him. I think you have seen his performance before, so you should know very well how high his martial arts skills are."

Speaking of Meng Zhao's martial arts, Jiang Zixuan was also a little puzzled. This young man was not rejuvenated, but was truly extremely young. However, he could have such magical martial arts and unparalleled skills. It was really incredible.

In his opinion, Meng Zhao gave him a feeling of being even more terrifying and unfathomable than the powerful celestial being from the Qi-Eating Sect.

The opponent's continuous killings and his ability to cope with many dangerous situations with ease made him certain of one thing.

This ancient battlefield space was indeed an evil place where there was no chance of survival for the two masters. But for Meng Zhao, as long as he did not deliberately provoke some gods or demons, it would be more than enough for him to protect himself, let alone get through it safely. It should not be a big problem to protect the two of them at the same time.

What's more, Jiang Zixuan had a sharp eye and had long seen that Meng Zhao was not only a martial arts master, but also had many treasures.

“His martial arts skills are superb, perhaps even better than that of the Qi-Eating Sect’s Heavenly Man. Besides, he has many treasures.

It would be fine if Yiheng and Xuanwei's treasures and magic weapons fell into his hands, but have you ever noticed the armor he was wearing?"

The woman nodded.

“It is extremely domineering, and in the form of a blue dragon, it is at least at the level of an earth-grade divine weapon, or even a heaven-grade divine weapon.

With his martial arts skills and the protection of his heavenly grade armor, it was indeed difficult to hurt him in this ancient battlefield space.

But he may not care about you and me. Our value is gone when you tell him everything."

The value of these two people is indeed very low, very low. The information they possess is one thing, and they act as baits to test others, which is another. Apart from that, they are really not of much use.

As for the grandmaster's martial arts, it's better not to mention them.

Jiang Zixuan chuckled. If he hadn’t said anything, he probably wouldn’t be alive today.

"Do you recognize his identity?"

The woman was shocked. She actually had some guesses about the other party's identity, but she didn't know whether they were accurate.

"I have a rough guess. At this age, with such magical martial arts skills, and the dragon-shaped energy in his every move, he should be the Northern Meng Dragon King who is on par with our southern genius Shen Tianci. He is almost the same, and looks similar to the legend."

Jiang Zixuan nodded.

"I thought so too. You and I have both seen Shen Tianci, so it is definitely not him.

As for Meng Zhao, he only had a wrong name but not a wrong title. The Dragon King did fit some of the martial arts he used.

Therefore, as long as the other party is Meng Zhao, you and I still have value." (End of this chapter)