The power of the blood mist is extremely complex and difficult, and does not have a real body and can be eliminated, just like the celestial phenomena in nature. Even though Meng Zhao can repel countless times and disperse the attack of the blood mist, if he really dealt with it like this, he would tie his hands and feet and fall into the battle rhythm of the blood mist.

Although Meng Zhao was young, he had experienced many battles and had a great sense of fighting. When he stepped on his feet, the ground waves surging, and layers of dark red soil splashed out, turning into endless red sand, filling the blood mist, absorbing and covering it.

Immediately, Meng Zhao flew in one direction with his spiritual sense at an extraordinary speed. A series of qi turned into a dragon shape outside the surface of his body, wandering in the void, and his eyes broke through the sky and the earth along the way. The extremely powerful qi wrapped around Meng Zhao and dispersed the blood mist in front of him.

I don’t know how long I walked, but the blood mist gradually faded, and finally completely dissipated. In the past, it was replaced by a skeleton-like evil place.

Meng Zhao's body was as light as a swallow, floating on the ground, with two feet, one foot in the blood mist range, and the other in the bone forest.

"Interestingly, there is spiritual consciousness hidden in the blood mist, and this white bone-capped land does not seem that simple!"

Meng Zhao really wanted to figure out the secret of this blood mist land. Maybe he could get some benefits from it. Of course, it could really alarm the source of the blood mist and then trigger an unpredictable crisis.

Therefore, Meng Zhao finally chose a more secure disgust and took the opportunity to leave the place where the blood mist was rolling. If he had the chance, he could come and check it out again.

The most important thing is that Meng Zhao can keenly perceive the danger of existence. This danger is not simple. It proves that it can pose a threat to Meng Zhao's life, and the situation can be big or small.

With Meng Zhao's cautiousness and caution, of course he would not be careless. In addition, this is an ancient battlefield, not a place for cats and dogs. God knows that there are some monsters and monsters hidden in the blood mist, so he chose to retreat.

If you want to say that there is no harvest in the blood mist, it is not entirely true. The blood mist and the poison hidden in it are itself a wonderful method. Meng Zhao can always understand some truths from it with the power of the soul, and the rhyme of the Tao is the resource to be used to impact the way of gods and demons in the future.

After leaving the blood mist, he unexpectedly stepped into the forest of bones.

Meng Zhao looked ahead and saw that on the dark earth, there were strange white bones in the shape of white bones, rising from the earth, like a forest composed of lush white bones.

Without thinking, Meng Zhao knew that it would definitely not be able to calm down, but there was no way, so he could only force himself to break through.

Da, da, da, Meng Zhao walked slowly in the forest of bones, his eyes shining everywhere, and soon he saw a strange place.

When he walked closer, he reached out and grabbed it, hiding in the dark soil. Only a piece of the object was exposed, and he was sucked into Meng Zhao's palm from the air.

This object is about three feet long, and half of it is made of extremely rare divine steel. However, it must have experienced extremely fierce battles, at least the weapons of the earth-level divine weapon were interrupted. The three feet long, like a short sword, was only part of the complete weapon.

With Meng Zhao's eyesight, this weapon is either a spear, a spear, a stick, or a training method is actually very rough, far less mysterious and skillful than today. It has been accumulated over countless years.

However, it also has a charm of the vast and vast way of freedom. It is likely that in ancient times, our ancestors relied on powerful magical materials, unparalleled magical skills and amazing wisdom.

Of course, this magic weapon is already useless. Even though its material is good, it will not have much effect on Meng Zhao at this time.

However, the ray of extremely terrifying murderous intent, fighting intent, evil spirit and other special forces contained in it was completely preserved, which was a great surprise for Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao held this three-foot "short stick" in his hand, and the power of his soul slowly soaked in it. In an instant, the aura bursting out of the things in his hand actually shook Meng Zhao's palm and emitted a straight light, reaching the sky and the earth. The terrifying aura was like the rising tide of the sea, and the waves kept cleaning the four directions.

Meng Zhao no longer paid attention to these things. Instead, he tightly watched his eyes and slight sweat oozed out of both sides of his forehead, and his soul experienced a special experience.

I saw a blurry figure holding a long stick in his hand, using the stick technique, turning the rivers and seas, collapsing mountains and cracking stones, and as soon as the long stick came out, he bowed his head in all directions.

It is actually an extremely skillful, no, it is a top-level stick technique, and the vague figure in the soul has given the extraordinary practice of practicing. It is a great trick, and every move and one melodious charm. It is obviously a violent martial art of killing, but in Meng Zhao's eyes, it has a bit of aesthetic artistry.

There is only one word revealed in the stick, that is strength.

Powerful power, powerful spirit, and powerful stick techniques have created a powerful character like a god of war.

However, one has one's own strength and one's own strength and one mountain is higher than another.

The owner of this short stick is powerful, but there seems to be someone who is more powerful than him.

In addition to understanding a top-level tactic of killing and killing sticks from the qi of this short stick, the soul was also immersed in a picture for a long time.

Of course, this picture is indispensable for using stick techniques, but the mysterious powerful man who cannot see the face. However, he is just a background board.

The truly powerful one did not show up, but just made a move from afar.

I saw that when the strong man who used the stick technique was killing wantonly, a palm print descended from the sky and pressed towards him with the force of heaven's punishment.

With Meng Zhao's knowledge, those who use stick techniques should be considered strong in the realm of gods and demons. However, when facing this palm, they seemed extremely frustrated and could not resist.

The final picture is the scene where the long stick weapon was broken and only three feet remained and fell to the ground. There are not many others.

How to describe it? The palm in Meng Zhao's consciousness could not see any tricks at all. This was simply incredible.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Not only that, the more you think about the tricks of this palm, Meng Zhao's soul became more and more depressed, and in the end, there was a sign of collapse.

It even made Meng Zhao feel confused.

According to his own understanding, with his current cultivation and realm, let alone merely comprehend a palm technique, or practice any martial arts, he can do it at will, except for the infant energy that requires special conditions.

Meng Zhao didn't think this palm required any prerequisites.

Therefore, the only explanation is that the palm is too high and he does not even have the qualifications to get started.

Such martial arts and martial arts, there are only two words that appear in Meng Zhao's mind.

"Supreme!"

Meng Zhao's hand holding the short stick suddenly exerted force, and with extremely strong force, he even pinched the broken magic weapon into a seal.

"The person who used the stick technique was obviously a strong man among the gods and demons. He had an unparalleled stick technique, a powerful aura, a strong fighting spirit, and a somewhat charming style of the ancient war god.

However, when facing this palm, there was no power of resistance, and the divine weapons that were closely connected with him were broken. Even if they were not the supreme, they were still very different from the supreme, and they were even a person of the supreme emperor level.

The fruit of the Tao is perfect, the great way is hidden, hidden in one's own practice, which is comparable to the way of heaven. If you deliberately hide it, it is difficult for me to see even a celestial being like me."

Before Meng Zhao could continue to think about the master of the palm technique that fell from the sky, perhaps an ancient emperor, the forest of white bones had a mess again.

The sound of the wind blowing the leaves sounded, and from a distance, it was densely packed with whips made of hundreds or thousands of white bones strangled towards Meng Zhao.

It is somewhat similar to the crisis faced in the blood mist just now, but in Meng Zhao's eyes, there is still no threat, it is just a little trouble.

Although the essence of the short stick in his hand was completely dissipated, only a trace of the qi of the ancient master was left. However, when Meng Zhao just received the inheritance of the stick technique, the qi actually dissipated.

At this time, it is just the original material equivalent to a magic weapon.

Meng Zhao's heart moved, and the inheritance of stick technique that he had just received passed through his mind. He smiled slightly, and faced the long whip formed by the white bones coming from all directions, swept it around, and swept it, and the energy was solidified, and the domineering momentum was like Mount Tai pressing the top of the top. The terrifying atmosphere formed a terrifying phenomenon of a stick sweeping the starry sky and shaking the earth.

It can be said that you can learn it and become more sophisticated after a while. If you look at it proficiently, you can be considered to be perfect.

A short stick is only three feet long. However, above the Qi-concentrating weapon, the stick shadow extends, like a mad dragon stirring the sea, whistling like thunder, rolling the bones in all directions, and smashing the bones in all directions towards the bones that are attacking from all directions.

The power of this stick magic is domineering, and it directly wiped out hundreds of white bones. This not only caused the terrain of several miles to be more than two feet lower than the lower limit, and it collapsed like a thunderous collapse.

Compared with the invisible and quartz of the blood mist, the gathering and dispersion are impermanent, this white bone forest is much easier to deal with.

However, Meng Zhao's big movement seemed to have triggered more crises.

Wow, a crying sounded like a baby, and the ground on Meng Zhao's left and right suddenly exploded, and some terrifying ferocious object flew out of it, and he grabbed Meng Zhao hard!

Meng Zhao changed his previous domineering and powerful stick technique, and mortals became difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. The stick shadow was like a spiritual snake spitting out a letter, pointing, picking, wrapping, and twisting...

The shadows of sticks in the sky turned into cages, blocking all directions.

There were four evil objects that were culled, all of which were swept aside by Meng Zhao, making it difficult to get close to him.

Meng Zhao looked carefully and saw that these four evil creatures looked like four large lizards, with green eyes and long tongues, dripping dripping, and saliva was left behind. At the same time, it made a sizzling corrosive sound, and even the bones were melted in an instant.

These four evil objects are all black scale armor. In the lower abdomen of the scale armor, there are white bones similar to those in the bone forest, which turn into bone armor to protect their weaknesses.

In terms of Meng Zhao's perception, the lethality of the four evil objects should be within the scope of the Grandmaster. For him, the pressure is not great, which is much better than encountering problems such as corpse demons.

Meng Zhao's short stick rose again, and his body turned into four phantoms, killing the four evil objects, one stick was facing down, and the stick technique stagnated the void, killing the four evil objects at the same time.

With just a puff sound, the heads of the four evil creatures broke into pieces, splashing out green plasma.

At the same time, four evil creatures were killed and their bodies burst, leaving four half-white and half-green round beads floating in the air.

Meng Zhao grabbed it casually, and four beads fell into his hands, rubbed it slightly, and sensed it with the power of the soul, and then roughly understood the mystery contained in it.

It is considered a kind of ferocious beast's inner alchemy. However, this ferocious beast was originally a poisonous creature, but it survived and reproduced in the bone forest for a long time, and some mutation occurred, causing the ferocious beast to alienate.

Therefore, in addition to warding off poison and detoxifying, these four inner elixirs can also be taken as treasures of nature, tempering the bones of the human body and giving them powerful strength.

Meng Zhao rubbed his palm, and the burning force of his palm was as fierce as the sun. In an instant, the inner pills of the four ferocious beasts were refined into ashes, leaving only four clear air spirals flying in Meng Zhao's palm.

Meng Zhao sucked hard, and these four clear air was like four long snakes. Meng Zhao was sucked into his nose and fell into his body.

In an instant, Meng Zhao's body began to spread and grow white bones exactly like those in the bone forest, as if a layer of skeletons were made outside of flesh and blood.

However, soon, this force was completely refined by Meng Zhao. In addition to the purple-gold color of the past, the bones in the body also had a layer of metallic bright white. Whether it was the hardness, flexibility, or the power that the bones could burst out, they all increased, and it was quite obvious.

"It's interesting. With my current cultivation level, the precious pills and medicines are basically no longer effective. I didn't expect that the inner pills of these four ferocious beasts would have such miraculous effects. If they were taken outside, wouldn't they be able to create a large number of strong people in a very short time?"

Meng Zhao has already begun to appreciate the benefits of this ancient space at this time.

In fact, many benefits were collected in the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, which were used to cultivate talents for Meng Zhao. However, the effects vary from person to person and lay more foundations.

Nowadays, this ancient battlefield is quite powerful. If it can be taken as its back garden, even the senior forces can be successfully cultivated in a very short time, without worrying about not having the tools to win people's hearts in the future, and without worrying about the help of fighting for the world in the future.

Therefore, compared with the other people, Meng Zhao has a little more possession of this ancient battlefield.

Not to mention anything else, just take out one of the inner elixirs of this ferocious beast. As a member of the military merit exchange system in the Yangwu Army, it will probably make the morale of the army and the morale of the army available.

Moreover, this is just a little benefit. The benefits collected by the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace are much more powerful than the inner alchemy of this ferocious beast.

It is said that there are many corpses of magical beasts and monsters. If one of them can be found and the hidden crisis is solved, wouldn’t the income be a thousand times, and ten thousand times more than the inner alchemy of just four ferocious beasts?
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