Meng Zhao stood on the top of a hill and looked at the looming Wangtaixin City. After discussing the next development plan with the Great Elder and the others, Meng Zhao came to this city not far from Wangtaixin City under the guidance of Yan Ling.
A distant hilltop.
After waiting for three days, Meng Zhao said uncertainly, "Yan Ling, is it possible that you guessed wrong? After waiting for so many days, I guess that guy is really dead, right?"
Yan Ling scratched his head after hearing this and said, "Is it possible that that guy is really dead? Just wait another day. If the sunset doesn't appear tomorrow, it means that guy is really dead!"
Meng Zhao naturally would not refuse after hearing this. For a monk, a day only lasts in the blink of an eye. Looking at the already setting sun, Meng Zhao said regretfully, "It seems that guy really died!"
When he was about to leave, suddenly a rickety old man appeared in Meng Zhao's search. He came to Meng Zhao not long after. When he saw Meng Zhao, he said, "Is my little brother going to Wangtaixin City? If you don't mind, I don't know."
Can you keep me company?"
Meng Zhao pondered for a moment and said, "I'm afraid this won't work, because we are not the same destination!"
The old man was surprised when he heard this and said, "Isn't my little brother going to Wangtaixin City?"
Meng Zhao chuckled and said, "Of course I want to go to Wangtaixin City, but you can't go, Fan Huan!"
When the old man heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and then his rickety body suddenly straightened up, and his appearance changed into that of a middle-aged man.
Seeing this, Meng Zhao clicked his tongue and said in wonder, "This trick of yours is really good. I wonder if you can teach it to me?"
Fan Huan snorted coldly and said, "I'm not that good-for-nothing Fan Huan. As long as you let me go, I can fulfill any wish you have! As long as you ask for skills, elixirs, and magic weapons, I can fulfill them!"
Meng Zhao was surprised when he heard this and then said with great interest, "You said you are not Fan Huan, but why do you look so much like Fan Huan?"
Fan Huan snorted without answering, while Meng Zhao suddenly realized, "Then you must be the white flame that bewitched Fan Huan!"
When Fan Huan heard this, he suddenly burst into anger and said, "In that case, I can't keep you! It just so happens that your body is much stronger than that good-for-nothing Fan Huan!" After saying that, Fan Huan, who was originally a body of flesh and blood, suddenly turned into a man of white flames.
Rush towards Meng Zhao.
Meng Zhao greeted the attack and said, "It's changed again. I really want to learn this technique. Are you sure you don't want to teach me?"
Meng Zhao's answer was only the dull sounds of constant fighting and the explosions of violent attacks.
In a few breaths, the two sides had exchanged hundreds of moves. After the two sides retreated, large and small wounds appeared on Meng Zhao's body, turning Meng Zhao into a bloody man.
Naturally, Fan Huan, his opponent in flame form, did not fare well. Not only did he have several horrific wounds on his body, but his left arm was also chopped off by Meng Zhaoqigen.
Seeing this, Meng Zhao turned on the taunting mode and said, "Yo yo yo, is this the strength of the ninth level of the Mingshen Realm? It's just so numb!"
Listening to Meng Zhao's words, the flames burning on Fan Huan's body skyrocketed, and he cursed, "This damn formation! This damn Fan Huan! This damn waste!" With the curse of the flames, Fan Huan's body was injured.
It is now intact as before, and the arm that was blown off has returned to normal. It looks at Meng Zhao with a prey-like look, "Body! I want your body!"
Meng Zhao didn't waste any time and directly started the Whale Swallowing Art to recover from his injuries arrogantly, saying, "I'm not gay!" The figures of both sides disappeared immediately, leaving only the sound of explosions.
This battle lasted for as long as a cup of tea. Even though Meng Zhao had experienced the expansion of the Qi Sea, it still pales in comparison to the ninth level of the Mingshen Realm. Not only was his Yuan Power tending to be exhausted, he also had several terrifying wounds on his body, and even
The wooden jade sword was covered with a layer of white flames and showed signs of melting.
Flame Fan Huan also had a hard time. Not only was his left arm chopped off again, but his right arm was not saved either. But he smiled and said, "Hey, hey, you junior has been enveloped by my white flames. Even if you are running the technique just now,
It’s useless, and your weapon will be burned by my white flames! I want to see how you defeat me!”
Meng Zhao looked at his arms whose recovery speed had obviously slowed down, and sighed and said, "It seems that I am going to die!" Under the teasing gaze of Flame Fan Huan, Meng Zhao touched the blade with two fingers, and Bai Yan suddenly turned into
Green flame.
Flame Fan Huan said disdainfully, "A mere Yuan Huo wants to compete with me!" Meng Zhao said nothing and just cut off Flame Fan Huan's left arm.
Flame Fan Huan seemed to be teasing Meng Zhao and said nonchalantly, "It's useless, no matter how many arms you cut off, I will..." At this point, Flame Fan Huan suddenly looked at Qing Qing, who was slowly devouring him along his left arm.
Yan was immediately shocked and said, "Qing Yan! Qing Yan! It's you!"
Flame Fan Huan looked at Meng Zhao with devouring eyes, and after pondering for a long time as if he had made up his mind, he said, "Qing Yan! Your protector seems a little weak!" After saying that, his originally decadent aura suddenly swelled, and his realm
In the blink of an eye, I broke through to the state of unity and there is no stopping trend.
It was not until the eighth level of the Guiyi Realm that it became normal. At this moment, the flame Fan Huan was already tens of feet high. Meng Zhao clicked his tongue and said in wonder, "It's a blast, it's a boring plug-in!"
Fan Huan, who had turned into a flame giant, laughed and said, "Qing Yan! How do you kill me?" Meng Zhao heard this and shouted, "Old cow!"