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Chapter 307 Long Wei Appears, Breaking Out of the Cocoon (Subscribe)

The process of exchanging blood was much simpler than Meng Zhao expected, but it was also much longer than he expected.

Time passed bit by bit, the sun and the moon in the outside world rotated, black and white alternated, the wind and the sun were blowing, Meng Zhao in the cave, in the copper furnace, didn't know it at all, and was just focused on steaming his blood.

Bits of blood seeped out of the body through the gold needles, sticky and stained his smooth, white, delicate body like jade, and condensed into a layer of hard blood shell, which accumulated thicker and thicker, like armor covering the surface of his body.

Only the densely packed slender golden needles were exposed, and the whole person looked like a rough blood cocoon.

And the people in the blood cocoon are going through a difficult transformation.

On the third day after Meng Zhao entered the cave, the breath wrapped in the blood cocoon had completely disappeared.

If someone peeled off the bloody cocoon, they would be able to see that Meng Zhao inside was frighteningly white, not as lustrous as jade, but pale with lifelessness and withering away.

And the skin is directly attached to the bone, like a mummy that has been weathered for an unknown period of time.

Until a throbbing occurs.

Lu Zhong waited outside the cave for a long time, keeping a high degree of concentration, listening carefully to Meng Zhao's aura inside the cave, his worry became more and more serious, especially now, with his cultivation base, he couldn't feel it at all. There is the slightest sign of life fluctuations inside.

It's like, like there's no one in it, or there are, just dead people.

Lu Zhong never believed that Meng Zhao would die so easily, nor could he believe it.

He really wanted to shatter the huge stone slab covering the entrance of the cave with his palm, and then rush in to see what Meng Zhao's situation is now.

But he still didn't dare, because he was afraid that Meng Zhao's important event would be delayed, and that Meng Zhao, who had been fully confident, would be in danger.

So, he was still waiting, waiting for Meng Zhao to create a miracle.

Fortunately, he waited.

At that moment, among the huge mountains, countless beasts and poisonous insects swarmed wildly, centering on the entrance of Mengzhao Cave, radiating for ten miles, hundreds of miles, fleeing outwards, the oppression of life levels made these simple, savage beasts, Act on your life instincts.

Not only those running on the mountain, but also the fish swimming in the unbroken stream in the mountain stream, and all kinds of flying birds in the sky above the mountain, were all frightened and scurry around, as if encountering a natural enemy.

Not only the beast, Lu Zhong also felt the throbbing and fear from the depths of his heart at that moment.

For a moment, Lu Zhong felt that in the cave, there was an unprecedented, huge, and unparalleled beast with divine power. No, it was the divine beast that was waking up, and the breath that spread was so majestic and vast.

As a strong human being, he is so small, tiny, and weak that he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a meal on the plate.

He seemed to have seen a vast and vast scroll of history.

In the frosty sky of all kinds, gods and demons are alive, giant beasts are rampant, and the wilderness is overwhelming.

Countless majestic and sacred real dragons that cover the sky and cover the sky are winding and leaping above the blue sky and white clouds, criss-crossing in the waves of the blue sea, and circling around the mountains...

The sky, the ocean, the earth, and wherever the real dragon goes, they are all territories. Hunting is sacred, killing demons, fighting giants, and eradicating ghost kingdoms... Standing at the peak of the ancient tribes.

Immediately, this inexplicable feeling gradually faded away, making people feel lost.

But the scene of admiration, longing, and yearning will always remain in Lu Zhong's heart and will never be forgotten.

There was a happy smile on his old and skinny face, which had never been so gorgeous before.

"Hahaha, the young master's special physique must be one of the best. Looking at the picture I just saw, could it be some kind of dragon body, or some kind of god body? Or some kind of demon body?"

He is most inclined to the dragon body. After all, the real dragon occupies a huge proportion and status in his strange feelings, but in addition, there are also many gods and demons appearing, which makes it difficult for him to determine.

But Lu Zhong is very clear about one thing, that is, no matter what kind it is, it shows that Meng Zhao's special physique is absolutely extraordinary.

And the leakage of that breath also showed that Meng Zhao's transformation may have already begun.

In the cave, in the copper furnace, Meng Zhao opened his eyes the moment the terrifying dragon power leaked out, shooting out a thick purple halo, illuminating the entire black lacquered copper furnace with purple light lingering.

I saw his body trembling slightly, and the thick blood cocoons accumulated on his body were broken apart, and scattered towards the two sides here with a splash. After a while, his hideous and terrifying body that was still like a mummy was exposed.

However, he didn't care at all, instead he suddenly showed a painful expression, and then he began to cough up blood, vomiting blood, his withered body began to tremble non-stop, the black blood was spit out by him, splashed onto the inner wall of the copper furnace, flooding There was a bloody stench.

When he vomited the last mouthful of blood, Meng Zhao could clearly see through the purple haze in his eyes that a strange insect the size of the first knuckle of a thumb was mixed in it. After contacting the air, it quickly shriveled and lost signs of life. .

Meng Zhao was weaker than ever before, but also happier than ever.

If the situation didn't allow it, he really wanted to laugh out loud to release the excitement and joy in his heart.

Never been poisoned, never threatened, never manipulated, never realized how precious freedom and security are.

He had imagined countless times, if he unraveled the poison of carmine, what would he think of immediately.

Now he knows, there is only one thought, deep gratitude.

I am grateful for the innate talent of this body, the Ziyuan dragon body, the most masculine, the most powerful, the most divine and holy.

Grateful, he was fortunate to be favored by the Supreme Treasure Sky Mirror, so he has the capital to rise.

He is even grateful to Zhao Hun. Without Zhao Hun, he would have died on the street the first day he crossed over. Without Zhao Hun, he would not have had the opportunity to come to the Meng family and enjoy the unimaginable resources of ordinary warriors.

"But now, the shackles are gone, just like a tiger breaking its cage and a dragon opening its gates, there is nothing in this world that can threaten me, Meng Zhao."

Yes, from the moment he untied the carmine, he was the real master of the second bedroom of the Meng family, and he was no longer a puppet who was coerced, manipulated, and worried about his life all the time.

Zhao Hun is no longer his obstacle, and his identity is no longer his taboo.

The next moment, Meng Zhao slapped upwards with one palm, and the moment a powerful palm force roared, the copper furnace mechanism was touched, opening a gap again, allowing the skinny Meng Zhao to walk out calmly.

He walked to the place where he sat cross-legged to hit the perfect foundation before, sat down suddenly, closed his eyes and settled down.

At the same time, he swallowed the blood pill that had been pressed under his tongue for a long time.

The dragon's prestige has been revealed, the carmine has been expelled, and although the blood has dried up, it is still alive.

All of these, all show that Meng Zhao's exchange of blood has completed the first half.

As for the second half of recreating dragon's blood, it was a matter of course.

Not long after, Meng Zhao's body began to make the sound of rushing water slapping the shore. The tide ebbed and flowed endlessly. It was the sound of extremely powerful blood energy hitting the thick, tough, golden and jade-like meridians.

(End of this chapter)