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Chapter 2051 Poison Thunder, Golden Light

If possible, Meng Zhao even wanted to have a good exchange with this blood-red vertical pupil, who could also be called the master of the Eye of Heaven.

How did the other party die in his body and protect the incomplete soul forever?

And how can we use the power of the soul to invade the small heavenly way and achieve the realm of the Tao?

If it is true to the Tao, it should be selfless and desireless, but it still retains its own will and beliefs, and does not hesitate to urge the potential essence of this poison cave space to give birth to a body that can carry its own incomplete soul and possess infinite potential.

These pieces are all mysterious, but they are all gathered on one person, which shows how genius this powerful man who fell here and combined with the small way of heaven with his incomplete soul is rare in ancient and modern times.

What a pity, Meng Zhao's thoughts are destined to be delusions.

It is just because the emotions expressed by the little eyes of the Heavenly Dao are only endless resentment and destruction, and there is no obvious reason or soberness, let alone communication.

Meng Zhao put his right hand behind him, raised his left hand gently, and two soft forces floated on the horse-faced ghost and Yan Libing.

With this help from the strange force, the two of them can completely get rid of the influence of the little Heavenly Dao Eye and alienate it.

"Is this the powerful man who invaded the will of heaven as King Menglong said?"

Meng Zhao shook his head, nodded again, and sighed,

"Yes, but unfortunately, it's not entirely true. The person's body is destroyed, and the power of the soul is water without source and wood without roots. It is completely incomparable to the small will of the small heavenly way that was born in this space. Although it is in line with the Tao, it only occupies less than 40% of the small heavenly way.

If he hadn't had the secret method, he would not even have the possibility of preserving his own will.

The eyes of the Heavenly Dao, the power of the incomplete soul, only accounts for less than 40%, and the rest is the small Heavenly Dao in this space."

Meng Zhao's soul was successful, and his understanding and research on the laws of heaven, the universe, and the various rules and laws of the universe were completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Therefore, he could clearly guess the truth of the poison cave space and see the reality of the eyes of this little heaven.

"Then, what about this eye?"

"Is it necessary to reduce the punishment of heaven? The main target is me. You two are smart. I may not have the energy to take care of you later."

This thing seems to have only one eye, but Meng Zhao believes that it is even more troublesome than a master at the peak.

As the three of them were talking, in the sky, the blood-red vertical pupils opened and closed, blood-red lightning crackled towards the direction and position of Meng Zhao on the earth.

Hundreds of lightning lights turned into thunders, winding in the void, the burning space smelled burnt, and the terrifying lethality even a mountain would turn into ashes under the action of this powerful lightning light.

Meng Zhao's soul warned that with his supreme physical power, if he was injured by this blood-red thunder, he would leave unhealing trauma.

It is just because this blood-red thunder is Yin thunder, the five elements sunflower water divine thunder, and the poisonous thunder produced by the friction of all poisonous gases in this poison cave space, gathered together. Its power is extremely fierce and evil, it can break the gyrus and cut off the qi and blood. Even those who are so-called horizontal training and great success want to resist the body, they must be hated.

This kind of sinister thunder is simply the power of destruction and has no ability to create. It is a killer move that has no room for anything.

Facing the blood-red thunder running all over the sky, like a hundred pythons circling, Meng Zhao clasped his hands together and murmured the spell. A golden divine light surged around him. Then he flew his palms, supported his arms, and his muscles rose up, like a vajra pestle, heading towards the place where the blood thunder landed.

His feet are neither small nor eight, and they seem to be loose, but they are like green pine and green cypress. The wind sways and water sways, and they remain unmoved, just in response to the appearance of An Ren and his unmoved as the earth.

Beneath the feet, in the dark earth, where Meng Zhao's feet were separated, they were slightly raised invisibly, pushing Meng Zhao's body upwards about an inch high. The two raised, just like the two horns of a dragon.

It was Meng Zhao who was able to break the trend of the earth veins of the poison cave with his supreme cultivation and found a poisonous dragon vein. With his own true dragon energy, he guided the earth qi to surge, and the horns of the poisonous dragon were protruding, forming a line with Meng Zhao.

This made Meng Zhao not only carry the supreme magical powers at this time, but also the power of the earth veins in the poison cave space.

The endless golden divine light collided with the blood-red poisonous thunder falling from the sky.

Every poisonous thunder like a python fell into the golden light, just like a swimming python entering the water. Although it splashed, it was nothing more than that, and was tolerated by the vast waves of water.

The vast thunderstorm that could urge the mountains to break the river quickly disappeared under the surging golden light of Meng Zhao.

However, Meng Zhao used Buddhist magic skills to combine the magical method of demons and the combination of Buddha and demons not only dissolved the power of poisonous thunder, but also crushed, swallowed, and wiped it away.

The next moment, Meng Zhao put his hands on Hunyuan's palms on his chest, his waist was like a bow, and his feet were like a plow and rake, and he blew out three palms one after another.

The golden light in the palm rippled, and then a golden dragon hundreds of feet in size roared wildly and flew up towards the blood-colored vertical pupils above the sky!

These scenes made Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost confused, and the excitement, touching and touching in their hearts continued.

Every move of Meng Zhao seemed to contain the secret of the way of heaven and the wonder of the way of martial arts was the evolution of the way.

Yan Libing's cultivation is shallow, and the ones he observes are shallow, but it is useful to him. His deep understanding is enough to make his practice unimpeded in the future.

The horse-faced ghost is highly practiced, the master is of great vulgarity, and the viewer is also profound, and it has a greater effect on him. He only feels inspiration that is beyond the reach of the past. At this time, if a mountain spring gushs, the magical powers of the Yinshan lineage that he practices have produced more changes and more mysteries in his mind.

In particular, Meng Zhao used the earth energy and power to bless himself, resisted the eyes of the small heavenly way, and changed and turned into invisible, then reversed and squirted, and counterattacked his opponent. There were more than a hundred kinds of martial arts contained in it?

It was not until this moment that the horse-faced ghost truly realized that Meng Zhao was definitely not a hollow master who had the power of realm and had no skills, and had general knowledge of martial arts.

He has learned a lot of complex things and countless magical skills, but he is combined and changed at will in Meng Zhao's hands. He can be said to be as good as he wants and can do everything he wants.

Even regardless of the realm or the same level of cultivation, the horse-faced ghost was amazed by Meng Zhao's magical skills and was willing to give him a chance.

"This is the real world-class magical skill, and the skills are almost like Tao!"

The horse-faced ghostly muttered, but thought in his heart that even if he was involved in Meng Zhao's disciple, it might not be a bad thing.

Now that the warriors of Yinshan lineage have not been born, he and NiuTou Shen are still too weak.
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