Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 150: Gain momentum towards death

"What news?" Wu Meng asked curiously: "Is it up to me to judge whether it's good or bad?"

The news that can be released in the past few days has nothing to do with Meng Haoyi. Could it be that thing?

As soon as he had the idea, he heard Wang Xumeng spit out two words.

"Immortal picture."

"..."

There were ripples in his heart, and the wonderful feeling came over him again.

"How about the Immortal Picture? Senior sister, please don't show off." Sensing a cunning look in the other person's eyes, he urged.

"Okay, I said..."

"There are no pictures of young immortals in this issue."

Wu Meng was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had never been included in the Immortal Picture!

Thinking this way would inevitably seem conceited, but this news was beyond his expectation.

So much so that he was stunned for a few breaths before other complex emotions emerged, tilted slightly, and all turned into sighs and sighs.

Since it is not included, there is only one reason. Neither Long Pei nor himself can meet the inclusion requirements.

To say that there was a hint of frustration, Wu Meng grinned.

"It's a good thing, the identification is complete."

"I knew it." Wang Xumeng nodded: "Junior Brother Wu is not someone who stands in front of the stage. I am afraid that he will avoid this young immortal figure."

"It's just a simple means."

She just drank the fruit wine and smiled without saying a word.

After leaning a little, she stood up and said goodbye: "Junior brother, I will pay attention to what you are looking for. I won't be able to come here in the next few months."

"What happened?"

Wang Xumeng shook his head and said nothing.

……

Two or three months pass by in a blink of an eye.

The bamboo bottom auction is finally about to begin.

During this period of time, Wu Meng was practicing in seclusion and was calm and calm, but the outside world was full of chaos. Strange things happened every day, and even every hour.

First, a group of Sanzhou monks were killed, causing thousands of waves among the major sects.

Because none of the people killed were weak, not even a single cultivator, they were all geniuses and spoiled children of various sects.

The most amazing thing is that the murderer has a name and a surname. He jumps around under the noses of the elders of various sects and arouses enough hatred, but not even a hair is hurt.

This person's name is...

Scorpion Mo.

……

The day before the auction begins.

noon.

It was raining lightly in the sky.

In Penghui City, on the edge of a certain house, in the narrow alleyway facing the street, a person sneaked in.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm here for an appointment. Where are you?" The figure looked around.

Crack!

Suddenly there was a noise, and the figure turned his head suddenly, but it was a mouse that hit a bamboo branch.

"Fellow Taoist, are you a Xie Mo... I brought you the healing materials you need..."

The figure said, looking around cautiously.

At this moment, a weak voice sounded from the end of the alley: "Thank you, brother, can you help me get my things?"

"Give me the stuff first."

"You...come and get..."

The figure shook his head and refused to take a step forward: "Throw the thing over."

"Hey……"

The bamboo bushes were pulled apart, and a person was seen lying in the mud, covered with blood scabs, especially near the chest, where fresh cuts were bleeding.

Still not dead after all this? ! !

The figure took several steps back in horror.

"Brother, don't be afraid...seeing me like this should make you feel at ease..."

Meng Hao grinned, took out a storage bag with his palm, and rolled it on the mud: "Save me... take the things you have..."

When the figure saw this, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and the fear in his heart really subsided. Just a few days ago, he picked up a storage bag, which contained three hundred spirit stones and an extremely rare foundation-building technique.

He was overjoyed, but found that the technique only had an index.

Instead, there was a bloody note seeking elixir, which recorded the laneway of the house here.

That's why the previous scene happened.

The figure was silent for a moment, then shook his sleeves and took out a golden talisman.

The talisman spread out, and his pupils flickered with golden light. He looked at Meng Haoyi again. This time, he could even clearly see the maggots crawling between the man's remains.

He looked at Dantian again and saw that the injury there was extremely serious.

This is a broken foundation!

Seeing this, the wariness in his heart dissipated by 70%.

He reached out and took a shot, and the other person's storage bag flew into his palm.

When Tan Shen took a look, his eyebrows were filled with joy. There were thousands of spiritual stones in the storage bag! !

He was breathing rapidly, and his palms were even shaking a little. He looked at it a few more times and took a breath: "Where is the technique?"

"Brother... give me the medicine first..."

The figure thought for a while, took out a porcelain bottle, and opened the cork: "This is a bottle of Ice Marrow Muscle Pills. It should be no problem to save your life. Let's talk now..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Hao squinted his eyes and took a sniff: "It's the Bingmui Shengji Pill, and you won't deceive me."

A strange smile appeared on his face: "Since the medicine has been brought..."

"Then please let me clean my sword!"

"!!!"

The figure was shocked to realize that something was wrong, but it was not too late to react. He turned his palm and took out a small seal as big as his palm. There was a yellow mud mist underneath it.

This seal is called yellow mud seal.

Although it is only a middle-grade weapon, it is the most convenient magical weapon that he has used in the past few years since he reached the later stage of Qi training.

He did not dare to be careless, and used all his strength to activate the yellow mud seal, condensing a square seal about ten feet wide, and pressed towards the opponent.

For a time, yellow smoke billowed and dust flew.

The ground in the alleyway was forced to sink, and the restrictions on the houses on both sides were touched, glowing with light.

At this moment, in the dust and mist, a flicker of sword light suddenly shone, but before it appeared, the edge had already stabbed the figure's face with pain.

His expression changed drastically, and his whole body seemed to be instantly hoisted to the top of a cliff.

Time seemed to slow down. A sword radiated through the dust and mist, cutting the churning yellow ash in half!

It is only one foot long, like a crescent moon, and like a silver arc. It has no less power, sinking into the yellow mud seal, and then breaks out towards the back of the figure.

"..."

Tick.

There was blood dripping.

Immediately spewed out.

The figure's eyes widened, split into two, and scattered on both sides.

"Cough...cough..."

When the smoke and dust dispersed, Meng Haoyi was covered in blood, and part of his torso was even flattened by the yellow mud marks from before.

If it were an ordinary person, I would be afraid that even ten lives would be completely dead.

But he was still holding on for breath. He had suffered this kind of injury no less than ten times in the past few months.

Use people to wipe the sword, and use medicine to heal the injury.

The person wiping the sword cannot be weak, at least it needs to be close to his current strength before he can accumulate the power of the sword in his mind.

It is precisely because of this that every time it is a calamity of life and death.

He climbed forward with difficulty for a short distance, picked up the porcelain bottle, and poured the Ice Marrow Shengsheng Pills into his mouth.

This medicine is not considered strong, and has a good muscle-building effect, but it has no effect on the Seiryu Shin Talisman in his body.

But enough!

The flesh and blood on his body began to grow, the scabs fell off, and the wounds healed.

Leaning slightly, Meng Hao opened his eyes. He was still exhausted, but compared with a few months ago, he had a little more energy.

"It's really an eye-opener for me! With your tenacity, if you can survive this disaster, it will be difficult for anyone to stop Long Xiangjiu Tian."

Two old men with broad robes and long sleeves, one on the left and the other on the right, standing on the top of the walls of the houses on both sides.

If Wu Meng were here, he would be shocked and speechless.

Aren't these two people the same people he saw in Huaqu?

(End of this chapter)