"Shitou, didn't I let you come here? Why are you disobedient again?" Meng Xiang's face was a little gloomy.

Yan Shi avoided Meng Xiang's gaze and said stutteringly: "Brother Meng, I...I...I am worried about you."

"Worry about me? What do I have to worry about?"

"Brother Meng, don't you really know?" Yan Shi secretly glanced at Meng Xiang.

"What do I know? Explain it clearly, don't play the puzzle. I'm going to go back and buy sacrifices for the old man?"

Yan Shi didn't seem to be talking, so he simply pointed out: "Brother Meng, I found that there was something wrong here. When you walked forward just now, I kept looking at you, but I don't know why you suddenly disappeared."

"I suddenly disappeared?"

Yan Shi nodded heavily: "Yes, Brother Meng. I'll never make any mistakes when I keep watching you, you just disappeared suddenly."

Speaking of this, Yan Shi looked at Meng Xiang with a strange look. After hesitating for a moment, hesitated and finally said: "Brother Meng, are you too sad?"

"Shitou, why did you say that?" Meng Xiang was a little confused about what Yan Shi wanted to say.

"Brother Meng, if you weren't too sad, how could you forget the sacrifice and carry it on your back?"

"The offering is on my back?" Meng Xiang suddenly widened his eyes: He had clearly seen the offering break into powder, why was it still on my back? But when his hand touched a bulging package on his back, he felt like someone had hit him hard, completely confused.

The facts were as Yan Shi said, all the offerings, including the 80-year-old jade ice-burning wine, were in the package on his back, and they were all intact. Meng Xiang could not believe his eyes.

It seemed that in order to determine something, he first looked at himself, and then looked around. Everything he saw made him feel like he was in a dream. The blood on his body, the broken clothes, the countless small holes shot out by white light, and everything around him disappeared. It seemed that his life-threatening experience and everything he had done had not happened.

Could it be that everything he had just had his own hallucinations? Meng Xiang was completely confused. With his insights and knowledge, he could not explain everything he had encountered, but he had a stupid way.

Meng Xiang handed the sacrifice on his back to Yan Shi and began to test his body, but soon he showed a strange expression: if some of the things he had just experienced were his hallucinations, the situation on his body would be unexplained. Not only was his body several times stronger than before, but the true energy he had always dreamed of actually flowing in his body. Although it was still very weak, it did exist.

At this time, Meng Xiang was as big as a fight. No matter how he wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out what had happened to him for a while. Fortunately, he was an open-minded person. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't want to go to the point of being stubborn.

Next, Meng Xiang and Yan Shi started to work together, placed the sacrifice in front of the old man's grave, then fell down and bowed, and kowtowed several times in a row.

Originally, they wanted to weed the old man's grave, but for some reason, there was no grass growing on the old man's grave. Not only that, they also found that the old man's grave was not piled up with mud, but its appearance was somewhat similar to the mound.

In fact, it is a whole, and there is no gap. I don’t know what it is composed of. It is very hard, at least much harder than ordinary stones. They can easily crush steel, but there is no way to take any small protrusion on the grave.

The two stayed in front of the old man's grave for about an hour until they chatted with the old man while burning the whole jar of jade ice and pouring all the ground in front of his grave.

Meng Xiang and Yan Shi stood up, looked at the old man's grave deeply, turned around and left, walking far away, without saying a word.

It was about to turn around and couldn't see the old man's grave. For some reason, Meng Xiang looked back and took a last look. It was this glance that made him see important things that he almost missed.

A red letter appeared in the sky on the old man's grave: Little boy, if you see the words left by me, I would like to congratulate you. If you didn't see the words left by me, I would like to congratulate you even more. But based on my understanding of you, you are only 99% of the words left by me. Maybe your life experience may be a bit special, but you are really just a very ordinary child, and you cannot pass the test. I guess you are scared to the point of being so scared that you are now? Anyway, little

Boy, you can't see the words I left behind. I tell the truth and it won't hurt your self-confidence. If, I mean, if you see the words I left behind, you use blood to apply the box of me as a pillow after you go back. It may help you, but you must be careful before doing this. Well, finally, let me say another thing, don't try to untie the secrets in me, that's not something human power can do. Good luck, little boy. The old man's final writing.

Meng Xiang showed a strange expression on his face, and he murmured: "Old man, you know me too much and don't give me face. But I will definitely uncover the secret that envelops you, and I will resurrect you, and I will drink Yubing Shao with you. You have promised me that as long as I reach the age of eighteen, you will drink with me, and you can't cheat."

Yan Shi stopped when he saw Meng Xiang stopping, looked back at him, and asked curiously: "Brother Meng, what were you talking about just now?"

"Shitou, you heard it wrong. I didn't say anything." Meng Xiang took a big step and quickly surpassed Yan Shi.

Yan Shi looked at his shady back, shook his head, and muttered: "I clearly heard you speak, why did you say nothing?"

After dinner, Meng Xiang did not discuss the training experience of the day according to the convention and rigorously, so naturally there was no experience. On this day, they all focused on the memorial service of the old man, and there was no training at all.

Dragging out the iron box under the bed, Meng Xiang took out the regular octagonal box that he had never known for his purpose. He hesitated for a moment and cut his fingers with a long knife. Other ordinary knives had caused any damage to him.

As Meng Xiang's blood with a slightly yellowish luster appeared slightly on the box, its originally black appearance began to change slightly, and a trace of red slowly emerged from the black. This was not the color of his blood, but its own color, but it was only a hidden color stimulated by his blood.

When he covered the entire box with blood, it emitted a dark red light, which was similar to the color after the blood dried up. He also clearly felt a strong smell of blood. At the same time, it also faintly exuded a killing aura, and it became more and more intense, just like a demon who was slowly awakening.

After about a quarter of an hour, the murderous aura emitted from the box was so strong that it was suffocating. Meng Xiang's hair was standing up all over his body. If he hadn't believed that the old man would never have harmed him, he would have thrown it aside and avoided it from afar.

Suddenly, all the dark red light emitted from the box was condensed, and three dark red characters condensed about one foot above the box - War God Platform. The font is simple and solemn, revealing the aura of vastness and distantness, as if they came from ancient times.

Meng Xiang looked at the three words, just like the word "slash" on the hilt of the long sword, a picture appeared in his mind: countless majestic men fighting with the same number of monsters. Both the men and monsters have amazing combat power. Many mountains of unknown heights are like mud under their hands, and can be easily crushed into powder.

Compared with those mountains, the largest mountain Meng Xiang had seen in his two lives was just an inconspicuous small mound, and it could not even be called a small mound. The feet of the big men and monsters were pushed on the ground casually, and the small bulges formed were taller than them.

After a fierce battle, the big men killed all the monsters, and the earth was stained with blood. In some places, there were even blood pools like lakes. The blood belonged to monsters, and the big men themselves.

At this time, a man with a leading appearance, who was almost two heads taller than the man, laughed happily, then took out a blood-red box from his arms, shook his hands and threw it on the ground.

As soon as it landed, the box's volume quickly grew larger, and in a flash, it reached a radius of thousands of feet. Moreover, its appearance also changed a little, becoming a simple ring. Then, it emitted a dazzling light, like a rising sun, but the color was blood-red.

Wherever the light went, the blood on the earth was attracted by it and kept gathering towards it. Soon it was soaked in a sea of ​​blood. At this time, the big man who threw out the red box roared at the others with unknown meaning.

Soon, a big man who was only half a shorter than him stood up, then jumped in place, like a stone bombed out by a catapult, landed directly on the ring, making a loud bang, buzzing his eardrums.

Almost the moment his feet landed on the stage, a large stream of blood flew out of the sea of ​​blood outside the box and fell directly on the ring. Then he twisted and turned into a human form, and then showed his appearance, exactly the same as the big man who jumped on the ring, except that his whole body was blood-red, and his eyes were as well.

Seeing the red "self" appear, the big man jumping to the ring seemed very excited and rushed over with a loud roar. Then, two identical people fought on the ring, and the moves used were also the same. It seemed that the blood not only turned into the big man's appearance, but also inherited all his skills.

After a fight, after paying the price of serious injury, the imitation finally tore into two pieces. After the imitation died, it did not turn into blood again, but turned into a red light and rushed into the body of the deity. The deity let out a shocking roar, and a red light that soared into the sky came out of his body. In the red light, his momentum was rising steadily, and his strength almost doubled in an instant.

Next, there were big men jumping onto the ring, some winning and some losing. The ones who won were like the first big men, almost doubled in an instant, while the ones who lost were wrapped in imitations and turned into a pool of blood, flowing from the ring to the sea of ​​blood around the box.

The picture came to an abrupt end here, but the shock it brought to Meng Xiang could not be calmed for a long time. Those big men were so violent that they fought to the death in order to improve their strength. They were really crazy.
Chapter completed!