Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost could clearly see that the torn sky actually sprayed blood-red liquid downwards.

It is just like a wonder formed by the vast Milky Way, the waterfall hanging in the sky and the blood of the sky, which blend together.

For a moment, both of them were addicted to such a mysterious and magnificent and vast scene, and they couldn't extricate themselves.

Meng Zhao rose up with all his strength to control the Ziwei Emperor Sutra of the Heavenly Dragon, taking the Emperor Dragon as the basis, Ziwei as the appearance, Buddhism, Taoism and demons as the root, Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning as the branches and leaves, and the surging divine power without any connection.

Blood-red divine thunders were annihilated, offset, swallowed and digested, assimilated...

Until the blood-red vertical pupil had no defense, the Ziwei True Dragon transformed by Meng Zhao leaned forward with his claws, and his claws turned out toward both sides like the sword of the Piantian sword, and he tore them hard.

The sound of tearing like a cracked cloth spreads everywhere, and the blood-red vertical pupil was torn to pieces. However, the blood-red light gathered but did not dissipate, but turned into a ball of light on the sky, scattering unsteadily, and the blood-red vertical pupil turned into a ball of blood-colored clouds.

Meng Zhao is derived from the appearance of a real dragon of Baili to return to the human body, stepping on the void, and standing out naturally.

Seeing this blood-colored cloud, my eyes burst out with brilliance, and I took a deep breath at the blood-colored cloud.

Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck!

Under the earth-shaking sound of inhaling, like a dragon sucking, whale swallowing, and under the terrifying force of inhaling, it stimulated the strong wind from the sky, and the blazing lightning streaked across the four directions, acting on the blood-colored clouds and mist.

The clouds and mist roll and rotate, then turn into vortexes, forming an inverted funnel.

The mouth of the funnel turned into a long and thin line, which was swallowed by Meng Zhao into his mouth and nose.

Under the action of this vortex funnel, the blood-colored clouds and mist were like Wanchuan Returning to the sea. They were sucked into the body by Meng Zhao's magic method of swallowing the sky and eclipsing the sun.

One breath, two breaths...one moment, two moments.

After a long time, the blood-red vertical pupils, which were the blood-colored clouds and mists that turned into after the eyes of the little heaven were shattered, were swallowed up by Meng Zhao.

The rich blood-colored power filled Meng Zhao's eight extraordinary meridians and limbs and bones at this time, but it still could not be fully accommodated.

The remaining power extends from meridians to flesh and blood, from flesh and blood to bones, from bones to bones, and from bones to skin, and is extremely bright and red.

With Meng Zhao's ability, he could not even suppress the burst of such power. Outside his body, a vast blood-colored divine light of 800 miles wide appeared, filling the dark sky.

The power contained in the blood-colored clouds is extremely complex.

There is the powerful's incomplete will of the soul, the power of the small heavenly way, the power of the poisonous cave, and the residual power of the heavenly punishment transformed by the poisonous thoughts of the most yin and evil, the most fierce and maddening poison.

It can be said to be a hodgepodge, and all of them were swallowed by Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao actually felt like a snake swallowing an elephant. However, with the help of the restless feathered insects in his body, as well as the king's tripod, Emperor Yu's armor suppressed him slowly and firmly smoothed out, digested, transformed, and finally turned into its foundation...

As Meng Zhao fell into a state of meditation outside the world, he began to advance rapidly above the sky.

On the earth, Yan Libing and the Horse-faced Ghost were experiencing a drastic change that was shaking the sky and the earth.

The poison cave land under her feet gradually began to collapse, the sand and gravel turned into pieces, and the black soil became sand and gravel. Under the increasingly wider cracks, the hidden shadow of the world became more and more vivid and vivid, until the two of them misstepped under their feet and fell directly into the endless cracks of darkness.

It was not until the irresistible sense of weightlessness and the feeling of suspension was pulled away, and Yan Libing and the horse-faced ghost realized that everything around had long been very different from the poison cave environment they were in, as if they were a different world.

Beside the nose, there is a slightly fishy and sweet sea breeze, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, grass, trees, and fruit.

In my ears are the calls of hundreds of thousands of snakes, insects, rats, and ants, and sea birds, flying fish.

In front of you is a scene of looking out at the vastness, blue waves, and sea and sky.

"This, is this, the secret realm of the cave heaven, where is the new space?"

Yan Libing stared at everything in front of her blankly, and a sad nausea that wanted to vomit came to her heart, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Before, in a tense, exciting and passionate environment, I personally experienced a scene comparable to the ancient gods and demons.

At this time, the blue sky, white clouds, blue sea, the tides rise and fall, leisurely and comfortable, and I am here to take a vacation and play.

The contrast is too big, and it is difficult for him to accept it for a while.

“Yes, it’s exactly where the new space is located.

I just observed that the place where the poison cave was destroyed, the earth collapsed, the space was shattered, and the sky was also in a similar situation.

It seems that the little eyes of the Heavenly Dao, manifested by the powerful incomplete will of the soul, were torn apart and swallowed by the Menglong King, completely destroying the original power of the poisonous cave. This is why the space is unstable and we are thrown here."

The horse-faced ghost carries a sharp long sword and looks around, both fortunate and lost.

He was a little lucky that in the end, Meng Zhao did save the lives of both of them, and was never harmed by the will of the strange poison king or even the little Tiandao.

Loss is because his realm is limited and his eyesight is limited. Although he gained a lot from that shocking battle that made the world and the world cry, his vision is limited and his gains are destined to be destined to be the deepest mystery and mystery.

"Where is King Menglong, he, he won't have any trouble, right?

Me, I remember that he had sucked the blood cloud transformed by the blood vertical pupil into his body and burst out endless blood-colored divine light. Should it be fine?"

Yan Libing rarely showed concern for Meng Zhao at this time.

He didn't want Meng Zhao to have any major problems.

It’s not that I really have any loyalty and nostalgia to Meng Zhao, but that I really can’t bear to let go of the shocking martial arts.

Yan Libing also expects Meng Zhao to have time to guide his martial arts.

It’s not that his great scholar teacher is not good, but that Meng Zhao is too strong, especially in martial arts practice, he is even more comparable to a great master of martial arts.

Yan Libing is by no means a simple Confucianism, but a dual cultivation of Confucianism and demons, a congenital demon heart and a blue blood heart.

Although it seems to have a broad future, there are still many difficulties and obstacles.

If he wants to achieve his so-called upper limit of potential, it is absolutely not enough to rely solely on the great scholar teacher or the great demon backer.

Only Meng Zhao has extraordinary talent and superb martial arts, has a wild imagination and insight, and has sufficient foundation and talent to support him.

Perhaps it can help Yan Libing find the best way for him in the future, so that he can reach his own potential limit.

Therefore, Yan Libing really doesn't want something to happen to Meng Zhao.

Even if something happens, you have to lay a solid foundation for yourself and point out the direction before something happens.

From this we can also see that he is also a refined egoist.

Meng Zhao's potential and martial arts are enough to pose a great threat to the Beitang royal family.

However, Yan Libing didn't care.
Chapter completed!