Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Sure enough, in Meng Zhao's spiritual sense, the three-headed and six-armed strange poison king was washed by the righteous spirit of the medieval scholar, as if he was in hell and was being punished by skinning and pulling out his tendons. He was in great pain and howled continuously. The horrible tone spread throughout the huge poison cave space.

What's more terrifying is that under the cover of the spiritual light, his body was bumpy and pitted, like a lit candle, with candle oil flowing outward and downward layer by layer. The human form and human image that had been maintained before were almost broken.

His three heads and six arms, two of which were completely melted at this time, and the four arms were broken, leaving only a green toad head and two scarred arms.

In terms of himself, this poison king was seriously injured and dying by Yan Libing's trump card, and his cultivation and combat power were only one hundredth of it.

However, this strange poison king is not a simple independent thing. It was born from the evolution of this poison cave space. It is naturally the son of the little heaven of this poison cave, with endless luck and endless energy blessing.

To give a very simple example, if the power of the medieval Confucian handwriting could not be lost, and all fell on this strange poison king, he would definitely die, and he would not even be qualified to be seriously injured.

However, just because its power was scattered, it broke through the gloomy and dark sky of the poison cave space, and the righteousness shot and killed countless poisonous insects scattered in the poison cave and the four directions. The power has been dispersed a lot.

In this way, the power of the Confucian scholar failed to be fully unified. This is a coincidence and a necessity.

It is said to be accidental because with the power of the Confucian handwriting, it is impossible to have such a big mistake, and even unable to condense the power.

It is inevitable that this poison cave space, with its special time and place, disrupted the will in the handwriting of the great scholar. Its natural aura of righteousness is extremely repulsive to this kind of evil cold poison environment, so this result will occur.

At this time, even if this strange poison king is already seriously injured and dying, it is only a state.

Diffusing and drifting in this poison cave space, endless energy slowly infuses into the poison king's body, helping him to recover from his injuries in a very short time, even the two heads and four arms that have collapsed have a tendency to re-condense.

As the aftermath of the impact dissipated, Yan Libing grabbed the cloth carrying the great scholar's handwriting with his palm, almost in despair.

Because, although his realm is far inferior to Meng Zhao's, and his perception is far inferior to Meng Zhao's, his eyes are not blind, and he can see that the poison king's state is constantly warming up, and his breath is also getting higher and higher.

This is equivalent to having a buff on him, and he can quickly recover to his peak state.

Yan Libing was already at his wit's end, and the master warrior Horse-faced Ghost was swept to an unknown direction, leaving him with no room for resistance.

Of course, while in despair, Yan Libing still had a glimmer of fantasy deep in his heart,

"I don't know what secrets you have, or what means the Lei family has given you. Now I have no power to deal with that monster. If you don't take action, we will all die here."

Meng Zhao laughed and didn't say anything, but Yan Libing felt a kind of joy from the inside out when he heard Meng Zhao's laughter.

It's not that Meng Zhao's laughter has any mysterious power, but Yan Libing simply believes that if Meng Zhao is not a fool, if he is not crazy and desperate, he would not be able to make such a gesture without any certainty.

No matter what conspiracy or horrible calculation Meng Zhao has, he is at least a person, a person with flesh and blood, love and hate, who can communicate and use.

Unlike that monster, he has no humanity at all, only instinct, only killing, and only destruction.

Just after Meng Zhao laughed, the horse-faced ghost came in a flash, with bright red blood on the corner of his mouth and a slightly sunken chest, showing that he was seriously injured.

He also heard what Yan Libing said, and also set his eyes on Meng Zhao, with waves in his heart.

The horse-faced ghost is not easy to attract the attention of others, and likes to hide, endure, and lurk.

But he does not have the ability of Meng Zhao to hide to the end, hiding until now, all the people of the Lei family have died, leaving only the three of them.

However, as Yan Libing said, with the strength shown by Meng Zhao, he was able to survive unscathed and alive until now, so he must have a secret on him.

At this time, we can only hope that Meng Zhao can deal with that monster.

"Lei family kid, I still have my prime and the power to strike at the peak. If you need me, you can ask.

Now there are only three of us left. If we don't work together, I'm afraid we won't survive today."

But the horse-faced ghost only thought that Meng Zhao's martial arts were mediocre, and he was able to survive until now, probably relying on the Lei family's means.

But the Lei family's patriarch Lei Wanche is just a master, with limited means. Maybe he got some opportunities in this cave secret realm, but it may not be comparable to Yan Libing's medieval Confucian handwriting.

So, perhaps he still needs a master like him to assist, so that this monster can be killed with one blow.

In fact, he also regretted it a little. If he had known that Yan Libing had such a terrifying thing in his hand, with his martial arts, the two would have a certain chance to kill this monster directly, but now he has missed the opportunity.

Meng Zhao didn't think so, just smiled faintly,

"Do you two know the origin of this monster?"

Although Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost were extremely anxious, they saw that Meng Zhao was neither anxious nor slow. Even when facing the monster that was recovering quickly, he was still not afraid. It was obvious that he had his own confidence. They calmed down and shook their heads.

Meng Zhao stretched out his hand in front of his chest, and a handful of black soil fell into his palm.

"It is said that the sky has its own way, and the gods have their own way. When a warrior cultivates his primordial spirit and entrusts himself to the way of heaven, he can imprint the heart of heaven with his own heart and act on behalf of the heart of heaven. He has many incredible magical powers and means, and is a celestial being.

This place, with its poisonous cave and endless poisonous insects, is actually the remains of a celestial being. But the difference is that this celestial being is not dead, and he is not annihilated. Although his primordial spirit is destroyed, he has engraved this world with his tenacious will and supreme spiritual means, which is equivalent to a kind of Another kind of resurrection.

And this strange monster was born under the will of this powerful man and the support of the poison cave world without regard for losses.

You see, he is recovering so quickly now, in fact, it is the poison cave space here, under the will of the dead but not stiff heaven, absorbing the origin of the poison cave world.

Although this monster is fine, it is a great damage to the poison cave space. "

Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost were surprised, just because they were all in this cave secret realm for the first time and were unfamiliar with everything here.

At the same time, they also doubted the truth of what Meng Zhao said.

After all, the Lei family only came here once, how could they have such knowledge and cognition?