Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 149 The dying breath is weak

The person who contacted Wu Meng was a male cultivator in his forties.

When the other party saw him, he had a look of surprise on his face. He looked up and down several times and just circled around him.

Wu Meng coughed lightly, and the other party came back to his senses: "Sorry, sorry, I have admired Junior Brother Wu for a long time, and I am so excited to see him today!"

"Am I very famous in the family?" He touched his nose and asked.

The other party showed an expression that said, "There's no need to ask." "Junior brother, to be precise, your name is extremely famous among the disciples of Qianjin Mountain. We, Yunyao, got it from there instead."

He smiled slightly: "Three Flowers Old Demon."

Wu Meng was stunned.

Did he leave such a bad impression on the disciples of Qianjin Mountain?

"Don't get me wrong, this is the name of those brats from Qianjin Mountain. It's not that unpleasant in our sect. They all call you...Junior Brother Sanhua!"

"..."

Wu Meng didn't know what to do.

He once had a famous name in Qinglan Jianghu. Although he was known as the "Unknown Doctor", after enjoying the feeling of fame and fortune, he was actually not sensitive to it.

Vanity Fair is like a magnifying glass. You can enjoy endless good things, but you must also be prepared to be criticized at any time.

For him, there is a yin and yang diagram and a long life, but he pursues a stable and quiet state.

As long as you are safe, you can occasionally change your taste and taste the "sweetness" brought by fame and wealth, but you must not soak in it. That is the way to death.

He couldn't help but think of the Young Immortal Picture, which gave him a headache for a while.

Back then, when he was on the Tiger List, he was close to the top class, but now on the Young Immortal Picture, he is still just the most insignificant little shrimp in the world of cultivation.

He shook his head: "Brother, let's get down to business..."

"How many auctions can our information channels cover?"

The other party thought for a while: "To be honest with my junior brother, the leader has some favors in the Five-Party Alliance. We can get some information on anyone who has anything to do with him."

"No wonder."

He said.

If this is the case, Meng Hao will inevitably reveal his whereabouts if he wants to find a healing object at the later stage of Qi training.

"By the way, let me tell you a few names and see if you hear them."

He casually said: "Scorpion Mo."

"hiss!"

The senior brother immediately took a breath of air: "Junior Brother Wu, be careful of this person. He is on the same level as Senior Sister Xu Meng, and even more powerful!"

Wu Meng nodded: "Where are Yakumo and Xanthium?"

"I've never heard of Yakumo. Xanthium is also very evil! It seems that the Five Directions Alliance has suffered a secret loss at the hands of this person."

"Okay, where is the auction tonight? Let's go if there is no problem."

……

"He...he..."

In a dark room, there was the sound of heavy breathing.

His voice was hoarse and intermittent, as if he was trying his best to catch his breath. If anyone else heard this, they would probably be out of breath as well.

Meng Hao sat slumped in the corner of the dark room, looking up at the sky, his hair was messy and his eyes were blank.

That extremely handsome face was full of exhaustion and helplessness.

He was chased by Wang Xumeng for more than half a year and fought against him several times. Although they had contact with each other, the opponent's desperate style of play put great pressure and burden on him.

He was almost out of ammunition and food.

Yakumo happened to bump into him the day before yesterday. As a young immortal, he paid a considerable price to earn his life.

Today, the 'Qingliu Sanzhuo' implanted into Wang Xumeng's body began to take effect again.

His chest rose and fell, and dots of red spiritual light seeped out from his skin.

Although it was dreamy and beautiful, every bit of it was no less than a ball of fire, scorching his heart and eroding his bones again and again.

Meng Hao's whole body twitched in pain, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make any sound.

Lean slightly. The red spiritual light became clearer and clearer, and the shadow of a foot-long talisman appeared around him, seeming to suppress it.

"Well!"

Meng Hao's eyes suddenly turned red, and his face, already dripping with sweat, became horribly crowded.

The most powerful thing about this talisman is that it can both burn the body and hurt the mind.

When the talisman's shadow breaks out, it will make him lose his mind, and the suppression of his state of mind is not that great.

At the critical moment, he raised his hand and plunged it into his chest, and actually pulled out a piece of flesh and blood!

The intense pain made his eyesight go dark, but some of the dissipated sanity returned.

"He...he..."

But this level is not enough to suppress the Qingliu True Talisman.

He reluctantly raised his hand, and an inch-long sword light gathered on his fingertips. It flickered uncertainly, like the light of a candle in the wind, but also like himself, weak and slow.

puff!

He slashed his sword into the chest.

Blood spurted out, ribs were broken, and most of the body was cut open.

The shadow of the talisman attached to it was finally cut off at its roots, turned into fireworks in mid-air, burned and annihilated.

boom!

Meng Hao felt relieved and slumped in the corner like a dead fish.

After a long time, the divine light in his eyes returned, lifeless and weak.

……

……

That night, Wu Meng and his noisy senior brother attended two auctions.

Although no clues about Meng Haoyi were found, he found several more spiritual materials needed to cultivate the Wanyou Erosion Spirit Body.

These spiritual materials are not rare, but if they are within the sect, they may not be available in three to five years.

The most difficult thing to find now is the core spiritual material, which is the treasure of the "Ghost Eclipse".

It is worth mentioning that during tonight's auction, he 'happened' to meet Xie Mo again.

It's not that he met me, but that he was hiding somewhere, releasing blood worms, and marking the monks in the store.

Wu Meng gave it a try.

He probably had the experience of expelling blood worms, but this time the blood worms no longer came close to him.

This also stopped him from thinking about re-labeling himself.

In the following months, nothing unexpected happened.

Wu Meng participated in underground auctions from time to time, and during the day he stayed in a bamboo building. First, he meditated to collect Qi, improve his cultivation, and second, he practiced the Yun Shen Pu.

The senior brother came to see him several times that day, and once he brought someone with him, a young junior sister whose eyes lit up when she saw him.

After he told her face to face, the other party stopped bothering her again.

This day.

Wang Xumeng knocked on the door.

"Is there any progress in the past few days?"

Wu Meng rolled up the "Visualization of Ten Thousand Nether Dragons" in his hand and asked.

Wang Xumeng sat down and shook his head: "Meng Hao was really able to keep his composure and never showed up once."

Wu Meng bent his eyes and smiled. As soon as the other person sat down, he knew he was here to drink.

He circled his fingers and took a jar of fruit wine from the storage bag and put it on the table. Wang Xumeng poured it for himself and drank it with a smile on his face.

"How is your injury?"

"It's not bad. Sometimes I feel tired, so I shamelessly come to your place for a few drinks. It's better than gritting my teeth before."

She put down the cup and held her chin with one hand, dazed for a while: "That's right! There's news, Junior Brother Wu, please listen to it and see if it's good or bad."

(End of this chapter)