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However, although Meng Zhao had extraordinary insights and profound knowledge, he still had difficulty making a breakthrough with the wood in his hand at this moment. He was unable to identify its origins and could only roughly determine its general effectiveness through spiritual perception and exploration.

When sensing with the power of the soul, this black piece of wood was filled with an aura that was very similar to the deathly aura of the underworld, but completely different.

If Meng Zhao had to describe this aura, it could probably be named "ghost", which means ghost aura.

This ghost energy is similar to the death energy of the underworld, but it has an extra tenacious vitality. It has an extraordinary effect, especially in treating the primordial spirit, spirit, divine thoughts, and divine consciousness.

For example, if you use this wood to carve a wooden sword or a wooden knife, and use it to activate the sword skills or knife skills of the soul, the power will be greatly increased, which is equivalent to an amplifier and has extraordinary magic power.

On the contrary, if one simply treats it as an ordinary magic weapon and wants to use its hardness, sharpness and other characteristics to fight the enemy, one will be greatly disappointed.

It is precisely because of the special nature of this wood that it can nourish and moisturize the soul beyond ordinary treasures. It is equivalent to a shell similar to the physical body that can carry the soul.

The soul and the body, when combined into one, is the true great way. Otherwise, if the soul loses the body, it will be unable to truly achieve greatness and be in harmony with the great way. Otherwise, it will just be a rootless duckweed that will be consumed sooner or later.

This piece of wood is definitely not as compatible with the soul as the real body, but if it is put in a situation where the physical body is damaged and there is no way out, it is actually a life-saving straw.

Therefore, although the origin of this wood is unknown and its nature is difficult to identify, it is definitely a rare treasure that can be used as the foundation of heaven and man.

To say something unlucky and depressing, if one day Meng Zhao is plotted against and his body is broken, this piece of wood might be his lifesaver. It is definitely a good thing.

However, Meng Zhao was not satisfied. After all, in his opinion, the possibility of being targeted and having his body blown up was too small.

He didn't think he would fall into such a miserable situation, so the wood became a useless thing and not what he desperately desired.

What he needs is actually very simple, that is, everything that can improve his martial arts, consolidate his foundation, and provide help for his future impact on the realm of gods and demons.

Is that really all there is?

The vertical pupil between Meng Zhao's eyebrows bloomed with the light of his soul, scanning the surroundings, and finally, his gaze fell on the stone tablet that told the whole story.

The empty room was not very big and there was no secret chamber. The only thing that was noticeable, apart from the cemetery that had been smashed to pieces by him, was the stone tablet erected by the unknown celestial being.

This stone tablet was used by the celestial being to depict his own situation as a lure to outsiders. However, Meng Zhao felt that it was a little different. At least, the material of the stone was not very common.

Meng Zhao walked closer and pressed lightly on the stone tablet with his fingers. The soft force was like a mountain torrent, all of which fell on the stone tablet, but only stone powder fell off. It was difficult to write on it.

Meng Zhao didn't care. His finger strength just now was only 30%. But according to common sense, it was definitely not something that a mere piece of stone could withstand. Even a diamond would be crushed into pieces, but this object could bear his finger strength.

The result is already obvious, this stone tablet is also a treasure.

But, is it really buying the casket and returning the pearl?

Meng Zhao had a lot of treasures in his hands and didn't care about the stone tablet, so a fierce flame flashed in his eyes, and he turned his fingers into palms and pressed down steadily on the stone tablet.

In an instant, the stone tablet that recorded past events that were unknown whether true or false was shattered into pieces by the thunder-like palm power, and the stone powder flew everywhere. The original place of the stone tablet was occupied by an object with dense textures and shaped like a pebble.

Meng Zhao's eyes lit up. Something familiar, strong, and even able to make his blood boil must not be simple. Moreover, it should be closely related to his blood and physique.

Not only this object, but also the dragon Xiaojiu tied around Meng Zhao's waist was attracted by this pebble-like thing and let out a dragon roar like muffled thunder.

If Meng Zhao had not used his extremely powerful internal energy to isolate the entire stone house from the outside world from the beginning to the end, this dragon roar would have attracted all the corpse demons in the street to cause trouble for Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao reached out and patted the dragon Xiaojiu's head, signaling it not to make a sound, and then walked to the pebble thing.

Taking it in your hand and rubbing it carefully, you will know that this thing should be some object from the body of a real dragon.

But it shouldn't be a dragon ball, because a dragon ball must be in the shape of a bead, but this thing is in the shape of a pebble.

And when holding it in the hand, there is a very clear keratinous touch. Could it be that this is what is left after a section of a real dragon horn was broken off?

Meng Zhao was a little excited. The creation of a true dragon was a wonder of heaven and earth, comparable to gods and demons. It was the carrier of the Great Dao and the embodiment of it. It was no exaggeration to say that its whole body was a treasure.

For example, the inner elixir of a true dragon, also known as the dragon ball, is the essence of the true dragon's body. It is simply a supreme divine treasure. If obtained by a person, it will lay the foundation for at least becoming a celestial being.

For example, the scales and tendons of a real dragon are all top-notch treasures that can be used to refine heavenly weapons.

There is also the flesh and blood of a real dragon, which is filled with surging essence and abundant precious light. Eating a piece of its meat may not make you immortal, but it is enough to distance yourself from ordinary people and make rapid progress in practicing martial arts.

Among them, the horn of a real dragon is also a very precious and valuable item, and is known as the place where the true dragon's divine form resides.

It is said that the dragon's horn, dragon's elixir and dragon's soul are known as the three treasures of a dragon, and are also the most precious parts of a dragon's body.

The dragon horns represent the pinnacle of the dragon's attainments and are also where its Tao fruit is. The true dragon's elixir is the source of its own power and the center of the energy created by heaven and earth. The true dragon's soul is an extraordinary item that integrates the true dragon's entire creation.

There is a rumor that if a creature like a Jiao or a Python is lucky enough to obtain the horn of a real dragon, it can transform into the body of a real dragon and possess the appearance of a real dragon.

What is missing is the true dragon's inner elixir, that is, the dragon ball, and the true dragon's soul, but as long as these two are complete, one can truly transform into a dragon.

When Meng Zhao touched the thing in his hand, he could feel a fiery, strong, and burnt breath. The source of this power was something Meng Zhao was very familiar with, the power of thunder.

A few words popped up in Meng Zhao's mind almost instinctively.

"Fragments of the Thunder Dragon's Horn. There is a Thunder Dragon in this ancient battlefield. It is very likely that it has fallen."

The ancient battlefield space, apart from the Daxia battlefield, should be the remains of a great war in ancient times.

In ancient times, the True Dragon clan was relatively active, and was often closely related to the struggle for supremacy among hundreds of clans in ancient times.

However, the True Dragon Clan has a close relationship with the human race, and different True Dragons often have overlapping power systems with different human tribes. Therefore, the True Dragon Clan is often not a monolithic entity. In any case, this small piece of Thunder Dragon Horn may not be a big deal for Meng Zhao, but for Jiaolong Xiaojiu, it is a great opportunity, and it may even help him embark on the path of transforming into a True Dragon.

There was nothing else to do, so he just fed the Thunder Dragon Horn to the dragon Xiaojiu and let it digest it slowly. Then, Meng Zhao thought about leaving the stone house, catching up with Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin, and walked out of the long street.

But there is a problem. There is a zombie with extraordinary combat power outside, and it is not known whether we can get out safely.

After thinking about it, Meng Zhao sent the black wood to the space of the Buddha's Heart Bead, and took out the sword full of evil spirit from it and held it in his hand.

The next moment, Meng Zhao turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew out of the stone house, but unexpectedly, he ran head-on into the corpse demon holding a bronze axe.

This demon had been lingering near the stone house before, and for some reason, it sensed Meng Zhao's presence and gave Meng Zhao an axe. Now when it saw Meng Zhao again, it recognized that he was not a real zombie.

He raised his hand and swung the axe again. This time, the giant axe opened the sky, and the majestic energy turned into a black and red axe shadow that chopped all the corpses and demons along the way into pieces.

Meng Zhao shook his wrist, and the sword turned into a sword light like a peacock spreading its tail, extremely bright, and stabbed towards the axe shadow.

The sword was like a wheel of light, crushing all the axe shadows without making any sound.

If a kendo master saw this scene, he would probably regard Meng Zhao as a top swordsman and swordsman. After all, his swordsmanship is so advanced and powerful that few people in the whole of China can match him.

In fact, Meng Zhao was indeed proficient in all kinds of martial arts, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. He was an outstanding martial artist in every aspect, and his swordsmanship was naturally no problem.

In particular, this sword seemed to have undergone special changes due to the special environment, and had a very strong inhibitory effect on the corpse demons and zombies in the Corpse Demon Plain.

Seeing this, the tall zombie attacked again, and the aura around him became chaotic, a hazy phantom, as if the grand scene of Pangu creating the world and splitting the universe with one axe appeared.

For a moment, Meng Zhao's mind became dazed, and he felt awe, fear, and obedience towards this corpse demon.

However, his spiritual realm was extremely profound, and he was proficient in the art of visualization. Whenever such emotions or thoughts arose, they would be suppressed and broken by Meng Zhao with special methods.

Not only that, Meng Zhao's aura changed drastically at this time, as if he was a truly peerless swordsman. The man and the sword in his hand were connected as one. The sword was the man, and the man was the sword.

A lone sword with a long peak suddenly stood up, and collided with the corpse demon's magnificent scene of Pangu creating the sky. The two wonders intertwined with each other, and crackling arcs of lightning and fire splashed, sweeping away the entire long street and the land in all directions.

Rumble, countless sword energies burst out like a pouring rain, smashing the densely packed and lingering corpse demons all around into pieces, leaving no complete body.

A large number of zombies near the corpse demon disappeared in an instant. This was just the aftermath caused by the residual sword energy. If the sword energy was released directly, all the zombies on the entire street might have been wiped out by Meng Zhao.

This is a bit like using a big move to clear the soldiers. Of course, Meng Zhao would definitely not do that.

Firstly, Meng Zhao didn't want to be so ostentatious. If this corpse demon hadn't been a little weird and hadn't discovered his traces again and again and attacked him, he wouldn't have resorted to such means and made such a big fuss.

Secondly, Meng Zhao knew very well that the corpse demons on this street, even the two guys who looked very powerful, were actually no match for him.

However, in this vast corpse demon plain, there must be existences that Meng Zhao cannot afford to offend. For example, the panic-stricken corpse demon that is chasing the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace is definitely not someone Meng Zhao can deal with.

Therefore, he would rather make a fortune quietly rather than attracting the attention of a whole street of zombies like he is doing now.

To put it bluntly, although these zombies have no intelligence, they have instincts.

When Meng Zhao covered his body with the Avenue of Life and Death and disguised himself as a zombie, the zombies did not notice and just passed by. It was their instinct.

However, when Meng Zhao made such a big noise, the zombies scattered throughout the long street instinctively discovered their prey and naturally gathered together to attack Meng Zhao.

In addition, another powerful corpse demon also discovered Meng Zhao. He jumped up and turned into a black wind, attacking Meng Zhao.

Not to mention, the other zombies also swarmed over as if they were possessed by a ghost.

Meng Zhao also hated the corpse demon holding the giant bronze axe. He took a step, and his body moved as nimble as a dragon. He rushed left and right among the swarm of zombies. The black and red evil spirit on his sword turned into a sword light that was about one foot long. It could be said that he showed the swordsman's spirit of rather breaking than bending and moving forward to the fullest.

Stab, tap, collapse, stir, press, flick, pull, cut...

Countless basic sword techniques, under Meng Zhao's performance, were transformed into the most mysterious sword techniques in the world.

With every strike of the sword, Meng Zhao could accurately stimulate the vitality of the zombie and use the power of the sword to restrain the zombie's vicious aura and extinguish it. With one strike, the zombie turned into ashes.

Therefore, an extremely wonderful light and shadow scene was formed.

Meng Zhao strided as fast as the wind, the sword in his hand waving like a rainbow. Amidst the chaos, the zombies that swarmed in like a dream scene. As Meng Zhao approached, they turned into ashes and drifted away in the air.

This scene is both weird and beautiful. It is the perfect combination of strength and skill, ferocity and tranquility.

Meng Zhao's martial arts do not have the destructive power to sweep across mountains and seas and dominate China, but the sophistication and exquisiteness of his techniques, as well as his display of strength and speed, are also of an extreme level.

In fact, sometimes, you don’t need a lot of strength, as long as you can achieve your goal. Being able to perfectly control your own strength is also a kind of practice.

In just a dozen breaths, Meng Zhao had broken through numerous obstacles and arrived in front of the corpse demon holding a giant axe.

The sword in his hand suddenly changed, as if it had turned into a gurgling river, and it moved towards the corpse demon with great tenderness.

The sword shines like water, and time passes slowly.

Wherever the sword passes, everything becomes nothing. (End of this chapter)