Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

All we can say is that there is a gap between celestial beings, and that gap is sometimes even greater than that between celestial beings and grand masters.

The Heavenly Man of the Qi-Eating Sect didn't understand Monk Huikong's true thoughts. He just thought that the current situation was critical and he had to make such a decision. In fact, he himself had such an idea and didn't want to linger on the so-called opportunity here.

After all, in reality, not only did they not gain much benefit, but they almost lost their lives here. It was not worth it.

He is not a gambler without a way out. Leaving the Forest of Bones only means giving up this place temporarily, just like giving up the nameless mountains. There is nothing wrong with seeking benefits and avoiding harm.

Thinking of this, he agreed and said,

"Okay, let's get out of here quickly."

Having said that, the two of them ignored everything else and headed back the way they came. Although they had experienced many attacks along the way, they were still far less than the attack by the man who was suspected to have the combat power of a god or demon level.

At this speed, it wouldn't take long for them to leave the Forest of Bones and catch up with Meng Zhao. Just when the Bone Demon was about to kill the two, a new person suddenly appeared. No, to be precise, it was someone who Hui Kong was not familiar with, the descendant of the magician, Zhu Shisan...

The Corpse Demon Plain is called a plain, but when Meng Zhao, Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin stepped into this place, they discovered that it was actually a huge city with no end in sight.

Compared to the White Bone Forest, Weak Water Abyss and other places, the Corpse Demon Plain has extremely magnificent and ancient buildings, towering city walls, large tracts of residential houses, and military tents that stretch across the sky.

Seeing this, Meng Zhao guessed,

"Could it be that this was once the location of a certain tribe or a garrison?"

It is really unbelievable, because this does not look like a battlefield, but more like a huge maze city. Of course, the so-called plain also means that it is indeed flat, but that is outside the city.

Jiang Zixuan nodded.

"It is very likely so. In the ancient times, although everything was relatively rough and wild, many buildings had already appeared."

In addition, the environment of this Corpse Demon Plain also has its own characteristics and features compared to other places.

First, it’s air.

Only when I stepped into this place did I find that the air here was very unfresh, with a faint but irresistible stench, and all kinds of vital energy were thin, but negative auras such as evil spirits, murderous spirits, yin energy, and death energy were extremely strong.

If people who practice evil martial arts are in such an environment, it is certainly a good thing. It can almost be said that they can upgrade while sitting. It is a supreme holy place for practice.

But for ordinary warriors, especially those who practice martial arts that are close to the orthodox way, it is a great disadvantage. They are in a state of being suppressed even if the time and place are favorable. They may not be able to display 70% or 80% of their martial arts skills.

To make a vivid comparison, this negative aura is extremely active in the air, accounting for a huge proportion, far above the White Bone Forest and the Weak Water Abyss, and is roughly on par with the blood mist.

However, where the blood mist is, the air and the poison of the blood mist are mixed together and are difficult to separate. The various auras account for a smaller proportion, and the poisonous gas is the most abundant. On the Corpse Demon Plain, the negative auras in all aspects are relatively balanced and are richer.

Anyway, within a short time of entering this place, Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin's faces did not look very good, with a faint gray hue around them.

With every breath, rich auras of various colors seep into the body, impacting the internal organs, flesh, bones, and even the dantian and sea of ​​consciousness.

It's like, to completely demonize them, to turn them into a monster, or a living corpse?

Even though both of them were powerful masters, they still felt terrible facing such an environment. Of course, they could dispel this discomfort just by practicing their skills. However, once they stopped practicing, they would be infected by this dark and negative aura again and feel uncomfortable again.

Meng Zhao was certainly not among them. His aura was pure and spotless, and he was also well versed in the evil martial arts. No matter what kind of aura penetrated into his body, it would be crushed in minutes and turned into the purest vital energy, which he would then use to soothe his body.

A warrior who is too powerful also has requirements for the environment. Just like the saying that a dragon cannot be raised in shallow water, can a dragon be born in a pond? It is impossible.

When the three of them stepped into the city gate of the so-called Corpse Demon Plain, a black shadow suddenly pounced over, and the dark, bloody aura actually formed a blazing dark red blood lion.

Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin reacted not slow either. They simultaneously spun sideways and tapped their feet to avoid the black shadow. At the same time, one of them used a palm knife and the other used finger techniques to create a fierce offensive and attacked the black shadow.

However, the attack power of the two great masters, when it came to the black shadow, was not much stronger than a mosquito bite, and it was difficult to break through the defense.

As for Meng Zhao, he still stood there calmly, without moving at all, just looking at the black shadow, looking quite interested.

This corpse demon or corpse god, which can also be called a zombie, is formed after the death of a corpse by the accumulation of various resentments, evil spirits, and negative energy. The strong ones are comparable to the supreme beings, while the weak ones can only scare ordinary farmers.

Of course, the zombies in the Demonic Plains are not of such low standard.

I saw the black shadow, about the height of an ordinary person, about 1.85 meters, with a shriveled and skinny body, and his hair was scattered on his head like dead grass. His pupils were pale, and on both sides of his mouth, there were two-inch fangs protruding, with a faint blue color.

It was indeed 80% similar to the zombies Meng Zhao had seen in his previous life. However, most of the zombies he had seen in movies and TV shows in his previous life were jumping around and were relatively rigid. They were often restrained by so-called sticky rice, snake medicine, chicken blood, etc., but the zombie in front of him now was simply a monster.

Not only does it come and go like the wind, but its aura is also powerful. Even if one is afraid of it, one would be afraid of martial arts that can restrain evil aura, such as the holy aura of Buddhism, or the aura of the supreme scorching sun, rather than some glutinous rice snake medicine or the like.

With Meng Zhao's vision, he was unable to judge the extent of his so-called realm, because this zombie had no so-called aura at all. There was only a strong aura lingering outside the body surface, showing some extraordinary qualities.

Meng Zhao's heart moved, and he lightly pointed his finger at the zombie.

This finger was graceful and natural, with a force like a piercing lightning, and suddenly a sharp whistle was heard.

The dark red blood lion formed by the zombie's body aura was broken. At the same time, a finger hole as thick as an ordinary person's index finger appeared between the eyebrows.

According to common sense, even a great master would be doomed to die if his skull was pierced by such a finger and his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered.

If he possessed special skills, he might be able to avoid death, but he would also be unable to avoid being seriously injured.

However, the zombie was just stunned for a moment, and the next moment, it pounced towards Meng Zhao and grabbed with its claws, aiming at Meng Zhao's arms, as if it wanted to tear them apart alive.

Meng Zhao was also surprised. He knew that in the martial arts world, there were methods such as zombie fist and zombie kung fu, which used pictographic zombies to practice corpse arts. The power was quite powerful, but it was impossible for someone to be able to jump around and be unaffected after taking a finger from him.

He still did not move, but when the zombie pounced and was about to touch him, he slightly shifted his body, and an invisible suction force appeared on his body, which drove the zombie's inertia and sent it flying and rolling to the ground.

The next moment, Meng Zhao stepped on the zombie's head and pressed it hard.

With a "puff", the zombie's head was smashed into pieces by the violent force.

Meng Zhao laughed. How could he not die like this? However, the next moment, the headless zombie stood up again, still with vigorous steps, and rushed towards him with sinister and fierce energy.

This scene not only scared Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin who were watching the fight on the side, but also startled Meng Zhao.

What the hell, how can he not die even though his head is smashed?

Meng Zhao thought that this thing definitely had weaknesses, but he didn't expect that the brain was not a weakness.

He had a plan in mind. For the next period of time, he would treat this zombie as a toy or a research object, constantly inflicting damage to its limbs, joints, throat, and heart to try to find its weaknesses and flaws.

It's no wonder that in a short period of time, he did find out some key points.

“So that’s how it is. Over the years, a strong evil aura has accumulated on the surface of the body. It seems like a creation of heaven and earth, forming a little vitality, which brings the dead energy to form the weird state of a zombie.

If you only destroy the dead energy but fail to wipe out that little bit of life force, this thing will be an indestructible cockroach. Only by finding the little bit of life force can you kill it with one blow."

Of course, this simply refers to this individual zombie, and I don’t know whether it can be extended to the entire zombie group.

After all, different zombies are equivalent to different individuals and living things, and they cannot be generalized.

Furthermore, the strength of zombies is different, so there may be differences.

Like the zombie in front of us, its defense is comparable to that of a grandmaster, but its real attack is only at the level of a grandmaster. Its vitality is also hidden very deeply, which makes it difficult to deal with.

What Meng Zhao was ultimately looking for, a glimmer of hope, was the heart.

When Meng Zhao used his finger technique to break the vital blood vessels in his heart, the corpse, which had been destroyed beyond recognition, finally stopped moving.

Meng Zhao, Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin all looked rather ugly, especially the latter two, who were covered with a thick shadow, the kind that was like a dark cloud covering the whole sky.

Because this was just a zombie that we encountered when we first entered this huge corpse demon plain city, and it was hard to say how strong it was.

It is already so difficult to deal with. What if they are attacked by a group of people, or even encounter extremely powerful corpse demons or corpse gods?

There is a high probability that Meng Zhao can avoid death, after all, he has unparalleled martial arts skills and invincible supernatural powers, but Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin will most likely die here.

Although Meng Zhao is strong, he cannot sweep across the place after all, and it is even more impossible for him to put himself in danger because of the two of them.

"Lord Menglong, it seems that this time, it will be difficult for the two of us to return to the family, and it will be difficult for us to help you do anything!"

Although Jiang Zixuan didn't want to be pessimistic, once this tone was set, there was indeed no way to change it.

For him, this trip to the ancient battlefield can be described as full of ups and downs, repeated life-and-death crises, and repeated escapes from death, but in the end it was still a fantasy.

Hua Xin seemed to have figured something out. The gloomy expression on his face disappeared. He just nodded without saying anything more.

Meng Zhao thought for a while and said,

"How about this, I'll help you one last time. If it works, you're lucky. If it doesn't, don't blame me."

After saying that, Meng Zhao's fingers circled the two energies of life and death. Among them, the two, which should have been balanced, now showed the characteristics of death overshadowing life.

However, Meng Zhao used another layer of extraordinary skills to wrap up the two energies of life and death and forcibly blend them together.

Otherwise, the dead energy will overwhelm the living energy, and the result should be that the dead energy devours the living energy, and eventually all of it will turn into dead energy.

Meng Zhao flicked his fingers and sent the energy to the center of the two people's eyebrows.

The two energies of life and death entered their bodies, and in an instant, amazing changes occurred in their bodies.

Their originally plump skin and flesh were completely consumed in a very short time under the influence of the death energy, becoming a shriveled state similar to that of the zombies, and their originally vigorous vitality was also obscured by the death energy.

At first glance, the aura of the two people was almost the same as that of the zombie.

The two were also shocked by this sudden change. They felt that this feeling and change were something they had never experienced before.

The colors in their eyes began to wither and fade, eventually turning into black and white.

At this moment, all their intense emotions, such as the desire for life and the fear of death, seemed to be relieved and no longer cared about.

At this moment, all their sensory functions have stopped working for them.

Even when facing Meng Zhao, he seemed somewhat cold and bloodthirsty.

Yes, he is bloodthirsty, but he still has his sanity and is able to suppress this bloodthirsty instinct.

Meng Zhao said,

"Don't worry, this is the state I temporarily created for you using the Avenue of Life and Death. In it, a little vitality is maintained deep inside your body, and the death energy flows through your body, forming an aura that is similar to that of a zombie.

Therefore, your current state is infinitely close to that of a zombie, and you may even crave for the blood of life.

However, this is only a temporary state after all and it won't really turn you into a zombie.

In addition, your physical constitution is special now, and you will spontaneously absorb the strong negative energy contained in the surrounding air.

Also, there is no need to worry. These auras will be completely swallowed up by the dead air in your body, enveloping and strengthening the negative emotions in your heart.

But as long as you guard your spirit platform carefully, you will not lose your mind and become a zombie."

"This way, your chances of survival will be greatly increased, and you may not die here!"

Fortunately, Meng Zhao had made some special discoveries in the White Bone Forest. Otherwise, he might not have been able to come up with such a brilliant way to help them! (End of this chapter)