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Chapter 932 The Harvest of the Ancient Battlefield (for Subscription)

After sending these people away, Meng Zhao took Liang Muqiu with one hand and Zhu'er with the other, and walked slowly on the flat path of Meng's manor with a leisurely attitude.

Although the surroundings are heavily guarded, no one dares to peep into the privacy of the master's house, so they stay far away. Even if they stay in the tower or the steel dock due to their duties, they will subconsciously turn their faces away and dare not go in the direction of Meng Zhao. look.

Meng Zhao actually didn’t care about these things. When he got home, he felt much more relaxed. Even if someone was a little out of line, he wouldn’t be too demanding. At the same time, ask about the current situation of the Meng family.

Generally speaking, during the period when Meng Zhao left Lingwu City and went to Kunnan, Lingwu City was generally relatively calm, and there were no major disturbances, as always.

That is, in recent days, the arrival of the Li family with the nine surnames is like a dragon crossing the river, causing a lot of trouble in the city. , Just waiting for the people who are sharpening their knives to come and slaughter them.

After discussions with Liang Muqiu, Lu Le and others, they felt that even though Meng Zhao was not around, there was no need to be overly cautious and conservative. After contacting a few good friends of the Meng family, they also participated in the ranks of dividing interests and gained a lot of benefits .

Especially for the Meng family's fleet, six more Yunhai Baomu large ships are of infinite value, and their voice in the waterway has increased. Although it is not the top fleet, it can barely be regarded as first-class and inferior.

More importantly, Lingwu City is a city that relies on water to connect all directions. Water transportation can directly affect the rise and fall of the city. The strength of the fleet can actually indirectly reflect the status of a power in Lingwu City. Well, the Meng family made a lot of money this time.

Apart from this, what Meng Zhao cares most about is the secret cave in Yongling, the ancient battlefield of gods and demons.

In this regard, Liang Muqiu's expression also became dignified, and he replied,
"There was a change in this ancient battlefield on the ninth day after you left, Meng Zhao. Later, Han Pu spread the news to the manor. After discussion among all of us, we decided to send someone in for a try.

Five times before and after, we sent fifty specially trained masters into it, and in the end, less than four came back, but found two secret places.

One is the pool of blood, I don’t know how it was formed, but it is much more precious than the precious medicines we take every day. The key is that the quantity is large enough to be used to cultivate acquired martial arts masters in batches. As for the horizontal practice method, there seems to be some The effect of blessing.

The other place is shrouded in a layer of smoke formed by a black evil spirit. This smoke is very dangerous and seems to have the ability to disturb people's minds. Most of the people we sent out were affected by this evil spirit smoke. , killing each other to death.

However, later we discovered that inhaling a small amount of this evil spirit smoke is very effective for tempering the mind and condensing the will. "

This piece of information gave Meng Zhao a lot of surprises. The Ancient Battlefield of Gods and Demons was the second secret cave he knew of besides Tuxiu's treasure, and it was also the second one he had mastered.

Compared with Tuxiu's treasure, this ancient battlefield of gods and demons is undoubtedly much more dangerous. Song Zhiwen has known this battlefield of gods and demons for so many years, but he hasn't explored it much. He got the most out of it.

At this time, Meng Zhao had already passed through this ancient battlefield, and obtained two treasure lands that could be called practice accelerators.

The blood pool should correspond to a person's essence. When the essence is strong and the body is tyrannical, the practice of martial arts will naturally go smoothly, and it can nourish and increase the background. What's more, the quantity is large enough to allow him to mass-produce masters.

The evil smoke is even more important, because it involves the secret of refining gods, which is also an insurmountable hurdle on the road to the master.

Meng Zhao had an idea, suddenly thought of something, smiled and said,

"Could it be that Ah Le, Cao Zhan, Zhou Hu and the others are able to break through the innate realm, is it related to these evil smoke?"

Liang Muqiu looked at Meng Zhao with admiration and pride, but he was the man I picked, nodded and said,
"That's right, they used the smog brought back by the dead warriors in porcelain bottles. After a lot of mental training, they broke through the innate barriers in one go. I think this is also an excellent cultivation resource.

Although there will be certain risks, the benefits are also great.

Now we have a lot of post-natal great perfections who have the potential to attack the innate powerhouses. If we use this smog to cultivate them, as long as the martial arts will is strong enough, the innate realm is not untouchable.

More importantly, this kind of smog does not have much side effects. Even if you fail once, you can try again. If you fail twice, you may be hopeless for life. "

As he spoke, Liang Muqiu took out a small porcelain bottle from his cuff, and looked at Meng Zhao provocatively,

"Well, what's in it is evil mist, which is several times stronger than the diluted one absorbed by Lu Le and the others. Naturally, the danger is not the same. Do you want to give it a try?"

Meng Zhao smiled slightly. Ever since he suddenly realized the art of watching the qi of the Son of Heaven and embarked on the path of studying the world and the people, his spiritual realm and cultivation of the mind can be said to be skyrocketing and earth-shaking.

He was a man in two lifetimes, with a strong soul and unparalleled talent in this world. In addition to this adventure, his spiritual cultivation was beyond the limits of ordinary innate levels.

The evil smoke in this ancient battlefield of gods and demons may have great risks and benefits to others, but to him, it may not be the case.

Meng Zhao let go of the two, took the evil mist bottle from Liang Muqiu's hand, opened the red plug, and saw a thick mist as black as ink floated out, and there seemed to be an indescribably strange and gloomy inside.

Meng Zhaoyi was a bold man, and when he inhaled slightly, he saw that the thick fog was like a green dragon absorbing water, and all of it sank into Meng Zhao's mouth and nose, bringing an incomparably cold tactile sensation.

At the same time, after the evil mist entered the body, it continuously stimulated Meng Zhao's various emotions, and also had the effect of triggering hallucinations, which was really miraculous.

It's a pity that Meng Zhao just snorted slightly, and he spit out this evil mist, scattered in the world, like normal mist, obviously the eerie and strange spiritual power contained in it has been refined by Meng Zhao.

"It's kind of interesting, but unfortunately it's useless to me."

Liang Muqiu was not surprised, he knew what Meng Zhao was capable of, and besides, it seemed that he had gained a lot from going out this time.

Zhu'er, on the other hand, looked at Meng Zhao with admiration, as if there were stars hidden in her bright eyes.

The three continued to chat while walking, and Meng Zhao also told the two about his experience of going out this time, most of which he could talk about, but he didn't want to talk about a small part.

Even so, Liang Muqiu's complexion changed again and again, and Zhu'er yelled loudly.

(End of this chapter)