Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The cold moonlight shone down, reflecting a ruined and dilapidated scene.

Misty smoke and dust floated in the night, making it even more drowsy.

Ahem, with a cough, Meng Zhao opened the dead man who was already like mud in his hands, put his hands on the ground, and slowly got up.

The originally luxurious and neat clothes have been torn and torn by countless energy, stained with dust, sawdust, gravel, and the long hair tie has fallen apart. Now it is messy and fluttering, covering the face, looking extremely embarrassed.

Not only that, Meng Zhao even vomited two ounces of blood from his mouth shortly after standing up, but his breath showed no sign of weakness, and his eyes became brighter.

The vomiting of blood was due to the strong external impact, which caused the vibration of the internal organs and produced blood stasis. Now that the blood stasis has been discharged, with his cultivation and physical strength, there is no serious problem.

After returning to Meng's Mansion, he could absorb the wood essence from the Earth Spirit Pearl and practice for one night to replenish his vitality and activate his blood meridians, and he would be able to recover as before.

"It's still too weak!"

Meng Zhao sighed in his heart, but explained his current situation of strength. No matter how powerful the magic power, no matter how invincible the talent is, it will seem vain until it cannot be fully converted into strength.

Just like today, he couldn't even block the aftermath of the battle between two innate masters. One of them didn't even come in person. It was conceivable that if he really wanted to attack him, there was no possibility of resisting him.

It was not his fault that he was ruthless. He directly pulled a young master who was cultivating the inner strength in front of him to act as a human shield to slow down the first wave of impact damage. This shocking blow that destroyed the entire Minghua Tower, at least he had to cultivate himself. It will take two to three months to recover.

At that time, he was the only one who could and dared to do this.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. Meng Zhao has never been a good person, nor does he pretend to be a good person.

In addition to Meng Zhao, of course there were many masters who survived. At this time, they all staggered to their feet. However, compared to Meng Zhao, they were only slightly embarrassed and spit out a mouthful of blood slightly more easily. Most of them were extremely miserable, with weak breath and suffering from injuries. A lot of trauma.

For example, Yu Tianye, even though he practices the unique skills of the Jade Bone Sect and has amazing skills, he still has a broken rib and has difficulty moving. The eldest son of the Huang family, his body is thin and short. His essence and blood are as restrained as pills, which is caused by practicing the secret method. , but now his vitality and blood are greatly damaged, and he is languid. The young master of the Wang family, his legs are bloody and bloody, and he keeps wailing in pain, slapping the messy ruins on the ground, and tears are falling like rain...

The only one who was intact was Tang Ling'er, who was accompanying the weak Zheng Kexie. Even her clothes were not messy and she was as beautiful as before.

Apparently Lord Fire Dragon had left a means of protection on her body, so she could face such an impact without any harm.

This is the advantage of having a big backer and a big background. If there are people above you, you will naturally have many means.

"Master, are you okay?"

Lu Le was also in a miserable condition at this time. His right arm was scratched by a spilled sword energy, and it was dripping with blood. If he had not dodged in time, he might have lost an arm, and would have followed the footsteps of the Condor Heroes One-Armed Swordsman and others. .

Not only that, his face was pale and bloodless, and his energy was weakened by more than 50%. It was obvious that he had resisted the remaining energy, suffered a serious loss of energy, and suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Meng Zhao shook his head, supported Lu Le with his left hand, and put his right hand against the back of his heart, breathing in a wisp of pure inner breath to suppress his internal injuries and regulate his scattered internal energy. ,

The Red Flag Order's inner breath is overbearing, as hot as magma, and is good at fighting, but not very good at treating injuries. Therefore, Meng Zhao is not stingy with his inner energy, but he dares not input too much inner breath to avoid hurting Lu Le.

If you really want to treat the injury, you have to go back to the Meng Mansion and ask the child prodigy for diagnosis and treatment. I think there will be no big problem.

"Master, the situation is not clear yet, so you don't have to waste your inner energy on this little slave."

Lu Le was deeply moved and said with a pale face.

"Okay, it's just a wisp of inner breath, nothing."

As he spoke, Meng Zhao glanced at the current situation.

Minghua Tower spans two main streets in front and back, covering an extremely large area. The Yuyu Qiong Tower, with flying eaves and arch walls, was originally a first-class exquisite building. Now, the buildings have collapsed from top to bottom, with broken wood and bricks falling apart. Most of them were blown away by the energy and scattered in all directions. It can be said that decades of accumulation were lost in one day.

Of course, these are not what Meng Zhao cares about. What he really cares about is the whereabouts of Mr. Fang Xiaohou and the eunuch Zhu Guangxi. What happened tonight was an innocent disaster. They were all brought about by these two people, but now they are nowhere to be seen.

However, these two people did not appear.

Crash, there was the sound of pushing and pushing on a ruined body about three meters high, and at the same time, an extremely weak and frightening voice came out,

"Ahem, fourth child, fourth child, save me, I'm here, fourth child..."

Just now, Meng Zhao had doubted whether Meng Xi had been killed by this residual force. Now that he heard the sound, he secretly thought that it would be a disaster for thousands of years. However, he and Lu Le went forward and opened up the piled up remains of various wooden boards. Find a side to comfort you,

"Brother, don't worry, Ale and I are here to rescue you."

Not long after, a man covered in blood was dug out. Who else could it be if it wasn't Meng Xi?

It's just that the eldest son of the Meng family is in miserable condition at this time. Apart from those who were killed, his injuries are probably the most serious among everyone present.

His right eye was pierced by a wooden thorn that flew from nowhere. The blood was stained with dust and mud. He was probably blind. His two arms were twisted weirdly from the elbows into a very scary arc, and he was probably broken. .

What's even more frightening is that when Meng Zhao helped him up, he wanted to inject an inner breath into him to suppress the internal injuries and regulate the inner energy. He unexpectedly found that Meng Xi's body was like a big funnel. It dissipates at a normal speed, and the inner energy he input also dissipates quickly and has no effect.

It's like, it's like, Dantian has been crippled?

The second level of accumulating Qi and transforming into the sea the day after tomorrow is to open up the condensed Dantian, which is the most important thing for a warrior. It is also known as the foundation of the great road. Without Dantian, it is equivalent to a useless person. Except for a few magical skills and magic pills that can repair Dantian, Dantian Loss means the future of martial arts is cut off.

Meng Xi had a look of panic and panic on his face at this moment. Although he had always disliked Meng Zhao and even had many disputes with him, at this moment, he still trusted and was closest to Meng Zhao who was related by blood.

Relatives and brothers, broken bones and tendons are still connected. Compared with outsiders, of course our own brothers are more reliable.

Therefore, he clung tightly to Meng Zhao's side, fearing that Meng Zhao would leave him behind, and at the same time kept mumbling,

"Fourth brother, go quickly, get out of here quickly, we are not opponents...

My eyes hurt and I can’t see. Am I blind?

I want to kill that eunuch, kill him..."

Tossing and turning, babbling, and confusion.

As the eldest son of the Meng family and one of the heirs, Meng Xi has always been aloof, domineering, arrogant and powerful in the past.

However, none of them can be seen now. It seems that he was frightened by the dangerous situation just now, and there are some signs of mental breakdown.

Meng Zhao's face was solemn, even ashen. He looked at Meng Xi and didn't know what he was thinking. He winked at Lu Le and asked him to briefly treat Meng Xi's injuries while speaking comforting words.

What happened today is really shocking.

In Nan'an and even Jizhou, if Mr. Fang Xiaohou dies, or even if others die, there will be no big disturbance. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Many people don't want to cause too much trouble, trouble, and safety at their doorsteps. .

But Meng Xi suffered such a serious injury and may even become a martial arts invalid, which would be a big trouble.

How can the local emperor Meng family give up?