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Chapter 1789

The strength of the boy in white is only in the middle stage of Qi training, but his soul power is not yet in the middle stage.

The young man is a martial arts cultivator, not a soul cultivator, so he naturally cannot compare to Wang Meng's great changes in the soul and martial arts cultivator.

Wang Meng's true soul power hid in the void with memory, leaving only three souls and seven spirits like ordinary people, with the purpose of fear of being searched for souls and seeing the power of his soul power.

You know, there are soul cultivators in the ancient martial arts world. If they covet his powerful soul power and swallow him up, Wang Meng couldn't even find any adjustments to cry.

Although Wang Meng puts the power of his soul in the inner void, he can take it as he wants. This is the manifestation of Wang Meng's natural martial arts upgrade and also a clever move by Meng. In fact, this martial arts was originally Wang Meng's previous martial arts. However, his memory has not been fully opened, and some good things are not available.

This inner void is not the real void. The real void refers to the outer void of the universe.

If it were the real outer void, would it still be complete if it was put into something? It would have been torn apart by the power of the void long ago.

The inner void is the void within the realm.

And when Wang Meng ascended, crossing the void was the void outside the realm.

The void in the realm is very stable.

This is also the reason why ancient warriors can hide into the void.

If the void outside the world is not as strong as the supreme, it will be difficult to set foot.

At this time, Wang Meng picked up the top-grade sword next to the boy's corpse, took off the scabbard from his waist, and put the sword into the scabbard.

Afterwards, Wang Meng searched the boy's body.

Take away the ring from his hand.

This is not a high-tech nanospace ring on earth, but a space storage ring in the ancient martial arts world. The effect and function are similar, but the manufacturing process and materials are different.

Everyone was dead, and the young man's spiritual seal on the ring had automatically disappeared.

Wang Meng swept his mind and saw the things inside clearly.

The space inside the ring is not big, it is five meters square. There are more than twenty brilliant spirit stones and some elixirs inside.

All pills are elixirs that heal injuries and replenish vital energy.

There is also a white waist card with two words engraved on it: Sword Sect.

Seeing these two words, Wang Meng's face suddenly became bitter. He felt that this young man was a disciple of the Sword Sect.

Wang Meng had just offended Ziyun Sect. How long has it been since? He offended Jian Sect again?

Wang Meng was in tears!

Wang Meng discovered that he was really good at memorizing.

In fact, Wang Meng thought he was very low-key and was not a troublemaker, but he always took the initiative to come to him and let him avoid it.

Wang Meng also found a Sword Sect’s Heart Method in his storage ring.

Seeing this mental method, Wang Meng felt a little relieved because it was the foundation of the sword sect’s martial arts. In other words, the young man was an outer disciple of the sword sect.

As long as the disciples of the inner sect are not killed, the sect will not make a big fuss and the elites will come to chase after them. Most of them will only be solved by the outer sects themselves.

If the outer sect cannot be solved, the inner sect will be dispatched. After all, the person who was killed was from the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect will not ignore it. The sect needs face.

However, from the outside to the inside, it will take a long time.

What Wang Meng needs now is time.

"Zheng Hong? Take all these things! There is a sword technique in it, which you can use just right." Wang Meng put the sword into the ring and handed it to Zheng Hong.

"Ah?" Zheng Hong was shocked. Not to mention the value of that top-grade sword, even this ring would definitely glare at what anyone could get if they wanted. Bai Ze actually gave it to him all the time?

Zheng Hong said without stretching out his hand:

"I don't want it, you keep it more useful than mine."

"If you let me take it, you will take it. My opportunity is not here, and I don't need these things. In a few days, I will leave and you have to practice well. In the future, I will send you whatever I encounter to help you. Now, only you and I and Qianqian can avenge the revenge of the copycat. We must grow up quickly." Wang Meng forced the ring to Zheng Hong and said.

Zheng Hong's eyes turned red and he wanted to say something, but Wang Meng turned around and walked towards the boy in white, then stepped on his chest.

In the blink of an eye, the boy turned into a mummy.

Afterwards, Wang Meng took out a porcelain bottle and sprinkled some potion on the body.

laugh!

A stream of white smoke rose and the boy's body disappeared.

Zheng Hong was stunned by the side. He had never seen Bai Ze have such skill, nor did he see this legendary corpse-transforming water.

Even the madman Huang Dali looked at Wang Meng with fear.

Wang Meng then searched the herb collectors first, and then did the same. Wang Meng's soul power and internal strength increased by a small amount.

"This kung fu was handed over by Mr. Bai to me for self-defense. Although it was a little vicious, I was too weak and there was nothing I could do." Wang Meng was shocked by Huang Dali and Zheng Hong, so he explained.

In fact, this is all his own kung fu.

"What is vicious or not? The means are vicious but not vicious, but the hearts are not poisonous, which is stronger than the evil spirits of others." Zheng Hong didn't care, because this is the ancient martial arts world where the law of the weak, and survival is the foundation.

In fact, this is the case. In the world, the most vicious thing is the human heart, because human hearts are unpredictable.

"Zheng Hong? Although you have these things, don't expose them easily, otherwise, if you are discovered, it will be a disaster for death." Wang Meng reminded.

"I know!" Zheng Hong nodded solemnly, and he naturally knew that it was amazing.

"Let's go! Let's find the next medicine and go back. We can't stay here for a long time." Wang Meng said as he continued to go up the mountain.

"Bai Ze? If you really cure the madman, will this memory disappear after he wakes up?" Zheng Hong suddenly asked in a low voice.

Wang Meng paused, and he understood what Zheng Hong meant. Even if Huang Dali got better, it would be difficult to change his bad habits. If he spread this matter at that time, then Wang Meng and Zheng Hong would be in danger.

"Hey! The fifth father is just one son." Wang Meng sighed and said helplessly.

"Leave it to fate!" Zheng Hong smiled bitterly. The fifth father was dead, and no matter what, they could not kill Huang Dali.

Wang Meng thought the Yushen Flower would be easy to find, but he didn't know that an hour passed and a lot of other herbs were picked, but he didn't see a single Yushen Flower.

"Or why should we come again tomorrow? It's noon now, and the beast will come here later." Zheng Hong looked up at the sun and said.

Wang Meng was very unwilling to give up, but knew the danger and was about to agree.

"Oh my god!" Suddenly, Huang Dali, who was following Zheng Hong, kicked off another big stone.

Huang Dali was so scared that he hugged Zheng Hong.

Although the hillside is not steep, it also has a slope, and big stones roll down the mountain.

"Damn it! This kid is lucky!" Wang Meng found a bent Yu Shenhua under the stone kicked off by Huang Dali.

First, there were Polygonum multiflorum, and then there were Yu Shenhua, which were exposed by Huang Dali's stones. At this time, even Wang Meng was convinced. Huang Dali is so lucky?
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