Killing the Heaven with One's Body

It was too fast. Lei Wuming raised his spear without any time to make any moves. This attack directly pushed Lei Wuming back to the edge of the stage. The vibration in his hand made Lei Wuming unable to control his weapon. Lei Wuming also spat out a mouthful of blood. He had only a bitter smile in his heart. He couldn't beat it at all. It didn't matter if he couldn't beat it. He didn't even see clearly what was attacking him. This was the most depressing thing. He also felt that the attack just now didn't take much effort. It was just a light blow that beat him like this. He was already trying his best to control his mind, but the disciples of the Lei family never give up.

Lei Wuming: "Okay, okay, you are strong enough, this is the finals"

After he finished speaking, he also roared. He was completely two different people compared to the Lei Wuming who comforted him at the beginning. The power of thunder and lightning in the sky began to continuously flow into his body under Lei Wuming's re-summoning, and his physical injuries seemed to be slowly recovering. Zhao Meng also looked at the dense clouds in the sky at this time. The dense clouds did not seem to have anything special. It seemed that his martial arts method could use the power of thunder and lightning for his own use, and the dense clouds were Lei Wuming's follow-up reserve. It seemed that they had certain similarities with himself, but he used himself as the starting condition, while Lei Wuming had to rely on external objects, but the purpose was the same. It seemed that the game was indeed more interesting.

The happiest people were the audience. They thought the game was over and some were even ready to leave, but when they saw this scene, they ran back and cheered.

Seeing that his opponent was getting braver and braver, Zhao Meng also started to use his own reserve energy. He also started to get excited, and instantly the two of them started fighting again. Lei Wuming also put his weapon aside, and the two of them started fighting with their bare hands. Both of them were like machines that could never get tired, and slowly their energy could not support them any longer. This time, it was the real final battle between the two of them. They had already used all the necessary tests and tricks. What would be the last trick?

Before everyone could react, the two fought again. Both of them had exhausted their physical energy. In the end, it was a fight of willpower. They punched and kicked each other, and with every punch, both of them were trembling and wanted to fall down. Everything was going back to the most primitive method, hand-to-hand combat. As Zhao Meng gathered the last bit of strength left in his body into his fist, Lei Wuming was knocked out with one punch. The whole audience became silent. Before the game started, no one would have thought that this green boy could make it all the way to the finals and even become the champion of this competition. Winning this championship also made Zhao Meng feel mixed emotions. This championship was the first one he had won in this life. It was a reward for his hard work. He did not cry, but seemed very quiet. He looked back at the thousands of audiences in the audience. At this time, the thunderous cheers seemed to be shouting his name.

"Zhao Meng, Zhao Meng, Zhao Meng, Zhao Meng"

Yes, he did!

From being unknown to becoming the current champion, he has worked hard day and night, and the prize is promised to be delivered to his house. Zhao Meng has been surrounded by people to celebrate his victory. He did not return home until the evening. This was because Zhao Meng refused to leave because he was too tired. After getting the prize, he should leave this place. He has mentioned it to Uncle Qiang before, but now the poison in Chen Fei and the Chen family's children will indeed take some time!

I might as well take a nap first. I haven’t had a good sleep in the past few days.

After waking up, he saw a box with extremely exquisite packaging on the table in the room. Seeing this packaging, Zhao Meng's brain was like being struck by electricity. He was too familiar with such packaging, but he still couldn't believe that he would encounter it here. He opened the package skillfully and nervously. Inside was indeed the Tianmai Pill he had been thinking about, but now seeing this reward, he no longer had the initial excitement. Moreover, he suddenly thought of something. When he first participated in the competition, he heard that there was a powerful force behind the competition, but it never showed up. In addition, the prize happened to be the Tianmai Pill, and the special packaging, so there was a high probability that the manipulator behind the scenes was Fenghua Zhenren, the instigator of his own tragic death.

"So, who is the person behind this?"

When Zhao Meng thought of the scenes of him using his body as a training tool, he still felt a strong anger burning from the bottom of his heart. Because he was born in a humble family, he met Fenghua Zhenren by chance. He said that he was destined to accept him as a disciple and no longer live an ordinary life. He would practice and become a Taoist priest. He had always dreamed of being able to fly in the clouds and mist to the sky and into the earth. Who would have thought that one day he would really have this opportunity, and it was such a Taoist who looked like an immortal. In order to gain the trust of Zhao Meng and his parents, Fenghua Zhenren even performed a flying performance, which shocked the people who had never seen the world and agreed to this matter. In this way, Zhao Meng followed Fenghua Zhenren and rode the clouds under the envious eyes of everyone. Zhao Meng also became a good story in the village for a time. Even Zhao Meng himself began to feel that he would break through step by step from a boxer to a warrior and then to the Tongtian realm or even higher. Some people have boasted that Zhao Meng's future status would definitely be no less than that of the village chief. But a series of things that happened later not only did not expect such an ending.

After following Master Fenghua back to the cave, Master Fenghua seemed like a different person. His previous kind eyes were all pretended. Zhao Meng was just a boy doing odd jobs for Master Fenghua. There were dozens of such boys besides himself, and the reason why he came here was exactly the same. But Zhao Meng turned around and thought that according to common sense, there was no need to do this. A man like Old Man Fenghua should not lack ordinary people who want to become his disciples, so why use such despicable means? Moreover, after a period of observation, Zhao Meng found that some of these children disappeared for no reason. This weird thing also made Zhao Meng think of escaping. He also tried to escape, but the old Taoist had already calculated it. The cave was set up on a cliff. The only way to get down was to jump down. It seemed that all this was premeditated.

As the other children around him gradually disappeared, new ones continued to join. Every time they came, they were exactly the same as when he first came, excited and nervous. Since the future was uncertain, he could only find a chance to escape, but all kinds of methods didn't work. It seemed that the old man was determined. Zhao Meng had even written a "suicide note" and handed it to the other children. If that day really came, he hoped to give it to his family.

This day came earlier than Zhao Meng expected. On this day, old man Fenghua brought back a few children from outside again, and then called Zhao Meng to his cave. Zhao Meng also had a bad feeling. Usually, this old man would not pay any attention to him. Today, he suddenly called him, and a bad premonition came to his mind. After entering the old man Fenghua's house, he saw the old man sitting on his training platform with his eyes closed. Suddenly he asked

Fenghua old man: "What's your name? How many days have you been here?"

Zhao Meng: "My name is Zhao Meng, and I have been here for more than a month."

Fenghua old man: "Yeah, not bad"

After saying the word "not bad", he stretched out a hand towards Zhao Meng. Zhao Meng immediately felt a strong suction force and was immediately pulled in front of him by the old man.

Old Man Fenghua: "Zhao Meng, it is my credit that you can now embark on the path of cultivation. Now I will take you to a higher level and let you make greater contributions to the cultivation of immortals. Are you willing?"

Zhao Meng knew that the old man was talking nonsense. If he really had this idea, he would not have asked him to do odd jobs.

Zhao Meng: "I know that I am not capable enough to make any greater contribution. I also don't expect to make any progress in cultivating immortals. I have been away from home for several months. It would be better if you let me go home and continue to chop wood for a living."

Old Man Fenghua: "Want to leave? You can't be so impatient when cultivating immortals."

After saying that, he swung his hand and it turned into a sharp blade that quickly cut across Zhao Meng's arm. Blood instantly came out, and when the old man Fenghua saw the blood, his eyes instantly became hot as if he saw something. Zhao Meng's blood was instantly sucked by the old man Fenghua. It turned out to be a blood-sucking demon. The child who disappeared before seemed to be like this. But he was not killed by the old man Fenghua. In the process of sucking blood, he accidentally discovered that the energy activity in his body was a little weird. He accidentally found the secret that he could store more energy in his body, which he didn't know. From then on, his attitude towards himself changed 180 degrees, but just to use his ability to store energy. At first, he was just a healing tool for this murderous demon, but slowly began to become his mobile "energy replenishment tank", and was taken to various places by him to kill people and rob resources. Zhao Meng also watched this murderous demon step by step from being chased by others at the beginning to ruling one side later. After his role was used up, he traded himself as an item to another cultivator, where he suffered inhuman torture and finally died. Therefore, Zhao Meng would never forget the instigator Feng Hua Zhenren until his death. The packaging method was also the packaging of some elixirs he left for his parents when he went to practice immortality. He had read it over and over again at home the night before because that thing meant too much to him.