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Chapter 2042 Poison Thunder, Golden Light (Subscription Request)

If possible, Meng Zhao even wanted to have a good communication with the owner of this blood-red vertical pupil, which can also be called the Eye of Heaven.

How the other party's body was destroyed while his incomplete soul remained alive.

How could one invade the small heavenly way and achieve the state of harmony with the way with just the power of the soul?

And if it is really in harmony with the Tao, it should be selfless and desireless, but it still retains its own will and beliefs, and does not hesitate to destroy the potential essence of this poisonous cave space to give birth to a body that can carry its own incomplete soul and have infinite potential.

All of these events are extremely mysterious, yet they all happened to happen on one person. It is enough to show how extremely talented this man, who died here and combined his incomplete soul with the Small Heavenly Dao, must be. He is rarely seen in ancient and modern times.

What a pity! Meng Zhao’s idea is destined to be a delusion.

It was simply because the emotions expressed in the eyes of the Little Heavenly Dao at this moment were only endless resentment and destruction, and there was clearly no rationality or clarity, let alone communication.

Meng Zhao put his right hand behind his back and gently raised his left hand. Two soft forces floated down onto the Horse-faced Ghost and Yan Libing.

With the help of this special force, the two of them were able to completely get rid of the influence of the Little Eye of Heaven and become alienated.

"Is this the powerful person who invaded the will of heaven that King Meng Long mentioned?"

Meng Zhao shook his head, nodded, and sighed.

"Yes, unfortunately, that's not entirely true. His body was destroyed, and his soul power is like water without a source and a tree without roots. It is completely incomparable to the will of the Small Heavenly Dao that was born in this space. Although it is in harmony with the Dao, it only occupies less than 40% of the authority of the Small Heavenly Dao.

If he didn't have a secret method, he wouldn't even have the possibility of preserving his own will.

The incomplete power of the soul in this Eye of Heaven only accounts for less than 40%, and the rest comes from the small Heaven in this space. "

Meng Zhaoyuan's spirit is accomplished. His comprehension and research of the Way of Heaven, the universe, nature, and various rules and laws are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Therefore, he can clearly guess the truth about the poison cave space and see the truth of this little eye of heaven.

"Then, what about these eyes?"

"It's going to bring down a divine punishment, and it's mainly aimed at me. You two should be smart, or I may not have the energy to take care of you later."

This thing seems to have only one eye, but Meng Zhao thinks it is more troublesome than a grandmaster at the peak of his powers.

As the three were talking, above the sky, a blood-red vertical pupil opened and closed, and blood-red lightning crackled and struck the earth in the direction where Meng Zhao was.

Hundreds of lightning bolts turned into lightning snakes, winding in the void, burning the space with a charred smell. The terrifying destructive power was such that even a mountain would be reduced to ashes under the effect of this powerful lightning.

Meng Zhaoyuan's spirit warned that with his supreme physical magical powers, if he was injured by the blood-red lightning, he would be left with wounds that would be difficult to heal.

It was because this blood-red lightning was Yin Thunder, combined with the Five Elements Sunflower Water Divine Thunder and the poisonous thunder produced by the friction of myriad poisonous gases in the poison cave. It was extremely powerful and evil, able to break the inner strength and cut off the Qi and blood. Even those who had achieved great success in horizontal training would suffer in vain if they wanted to resist with their physical bodies.

This kind of sinister thunder has only the power of destruction, but no power of creation. It is a killing move that leaves no room for maneuver. Facing this blood-red thunder running all over the sky like a hundred pythons running rampant, Meng Zhao put his hands together and murmured a secret mantra. A golden divine light surged around him. Then his palms flew up, his arms were propped up, and his muscles rose up, like a vajra, and he pushed towards the place where the blood thunder landed.

His feet are not straight and seem loose, but they are like green pines and cypresses, standing still in the wind and water, just like Anren's image of being as unmovable as the earth.

Under his feet, in the pitch-black ground, the place where Meng Zhao's feet were located was slightly bulged, which pushed Meng Zhao's body upwards by about an inch. The two bulges were like the horns of a dragon.

It was Meng Zhao's supreme cultivation that enabled him to decipher the direction of the poison cave's veins and find a poisonous dragon vein. He used his own true dragon energy to guide the earth energy upward, and the poisonous dragon's horns bulged outward, forming a line with Meng Zhao.

As a result, Meng Zhao not only possessed supreme magical powers, but was also blessed with the power of the earth veins in this poisonous cave space.

The endless golden divine light collided fiercely with the blood-red poisonous thunder falling from the sky.

Each poisonous lightning as big as a giant python fell into the golden light, just like a python entering the water. Although it splashed water, that was all, and it was encompassed by the vast waves.

The violent thunderstorm that could move mountains and break rivers soon disappeared under the mighty golden light of Meng Zhao.

However, Meng Zhao combined the magical skills of Buddhism with the magic of the devil, and the Buddha and the devil became one. He not only dissolved the power of the poisonous thunder, but also crushed it, swallowed it, and consumed it completely.

The next moment, Meng Zhao put his hands in front of his chest, his waist was like a bow, and his feet were like plowing the ground, and he struck out three palms in succession.

The golden light in the palm began to ripple, and then a golden dragon, hundreds of feet in size, roared wildly, flew up, and rushed towards the blood-red vertical pupil above the sky!

Yan Libing and the Horse-Faced Ghost were dazzled by these scenes, and their hearts were filled with waves of excitement, emotion and touch.

Every movement of Meng Zhao seemed to contain the secret of the Way of Heaven. The magic of martial arts is the evolution of Tao.

Yan Libing's cultivation was shallow, and what he saw was shallow, but it was useful to him, and his insights were deep enough to make his cultivation smooth for some time to come.

The Horse-Faced Ghost had attained a high level of cultivation and was at the level of a Grandmaster. What he saw was also profound, and it had a greater effect on him. He felt that inspiration, which had been elusive in the past, now gushed out like a mountain spring. The magical skills of the Yinshan lineage that he had practiced gave rise to more changes and more mysteries in his mind.

Especially Meng Zhao used the earth's energy and power to strengthen himself and fight against the Little Eye of Heaven. He turned and disappeared, became invisible, and then reversed and burst out to counterattack his opponent. There are more than a hundred kinds of martial arts contained in it.

It was not until this moment that the Horse-Faced Ghost truly realized that Meng Zhao was by no means a hollow boss who only had great realm power but no skills and a superficial understanding of martial arts.

His knowledge is vast and complex, and his skills are innumerable, but in Meng Zhao's hands, he can easily combine, blend, and change them. He can do whatever he wants and is omnipotent.

Regardless of their realms, under the same level of cultivation, the Horse-Faced Ghost was amazed by Meng Zhao's magical skills and was willing to admit defeat.

"This is the real peerless skill, the skill is close to the Tao!"

The Horse-Faced Ghost was muttering to himself, but in his heart he was thinking that even if he became Meng Zhao's disciple, it might not be a bad thing.

Now, the warriors of the Yinshan lineage have not yet emerged, and there are only him and the Bull-Headed God, and they are still too weak.

The two were able to cultivate martial arts to their current levels, not only because of their own talents, but also because they could refer to each other's practice, correspond to each other, and enlighten and resolve each other's doubts.

(End of this chapter)