Killing the Heaven with One's Body

Finally, after a painful torture, the mysterious man finally completed the final stitching. Uncle Chen looked at the huge stitching line on Zhao Meng's back with an extremely complicated expression. Could he do it if it were him?

Mysterious man: "Don't move, heal your wound first, otherwise the wound will rupture severely and you will die."

After saying that, he disappeared on the spot, leaving only Uncle Chen and Zhao Meng. Uncle Chen also properly placed Zhao Meng aside. Since it was his back that was injured, he couldn't lie down, which meant that he had to maintain his current posture during the next recovery period until the wound healed. It can be said that every step was not easy, and during this period he had to use his internal energy to nourish the bone wing "seeds" on his back.

Uncle Chen: "At your age, why are you working so hard?"

Zhao Meng: "Just to avoid being bullied by the birds and beasts of the world"

Time passed quickly, and three months had passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, Uncle Chen had been responsible for Zhao Meng's diet and daily life. It was as if he had returned to the life in the town at that time. Although Zhao Meng could not move his body, fortunately, he usually spent his time like this, so his injuries healed smoothly. Zhao Meng also stood up slowly, and after standing firm, he respectfully bowed to Uncle Chen.

Zhao Meng: "If it weren't for Uncle Chen, Zhao Meng would have passed away today."

Chen Hai also helped Zhao Meng up: "Without Xiao Meng, I would not have recovered my strength today. I have been searching for a hundred years. Without your help, I can't even get in here. I will always remember this kindness in my heart. Besides, I have always been Xiao Meng's uncle."

After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter. A mysterious man suddenly appeared in front of them, and they immediately stopped laughing when they saw the mysterious man.

Zhao Meng: "Senior"

Mysterious person: "Looks like he's recovering well"

Zhao Meng: "Thanks to the senior, I have recovered to 80%."

The mysterious man then turned his head to look at the palace door that made him extremely troubled. Zhao Meng also understood what his predecessor meant. After all, being outside the palace door meant being trapped for freedom for perhaps hundreds of years. Zhao Meng and Chen Bo looked at each other and walked towards the palace door. He didn't know what would happen in front of this door, and it was useless to think too much. Zhao Meng strode forward and opened the door. After taking a deep breath, he walked up. He still slowly closed his eyes. After stepping up, he heard a cry of surprise from behind him, and did not feel any external force acting on himself, so he felt that he might come out, so he slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing outside the palace door. The situation outside was no different from what he had seen before. After taking a few deep breaths of the outside air, Zhao Meng felt refreshed and tried to go in again. There was still no obstacle. He looked at the dark cloud on the mysterious man's face at this time. They all knew very well that if it was not because of the "seed" of this technique, then it would most likely be the second inference before. So what choice should the mysterious man make at this moment? Zhao Meng couldn't guess, and no one could know what the mysterious man was thinking at this moment. That was the Immortal Realm, which represented too many meanings. The mysterious man stood there for a long time without saying a word. This decision was too difficult. Zhao Meng also saw it, and he walked forward.

Zhao Meng: "Senior, if you trust me, I might be able to lend a helping hand."

Mysterious man: "Help me, how come you..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng's eyes lit up.

Zhao Meng: "I just have a request."

Mysterious person: "You said"

Zhao Meng: "If you can get out of here, I hope you can let me and Chen go, and keep the secret for me."

Mysterious man: "I, Jinqiu, also known as the White-haired Venerable, swear here that if I can get out of this restriction, I will never do anything that Zhao Meng and he don't want to do."

Zhao Meng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. After all, human hearts are unpredictable.

Zhao Meng: "Forget it, if you really want to do it, there is nothing that can stop you. I will just tell you straight away. I believe you have noticed something. My body can store two to three times more energy than an ordinary person. I can serve as a transit station for the excess energy in your body."

After listening to this, Jin Qiu also fell into thinking. Even if he could be such a transfer, it would be extremely harmful to himself to transfer the energy that he had already consolidated in himself. Even if he absorbed it back again, could he still reach the current level? Wouldn't he have to follow a junior for a long time? But, the most important thing now was to get out.

The White-haired Venerable: "Alas, what's the use of all this cultivation if I can't get out, Zhao Meng, are you ready?"

Zhao Meng: "Senior, we can start at any time"

Zhao Meng was now completely empty-headed. During this period of recuperation, almost all of his energy was used to nourish his bones and heal his wounds. So, Zhao Meng followed the White-haired Venerable and sat on the ground. This was the first time he saw the other party look so serious. Zhao Meng and the White-haired Venerable sat opposite each other. The White-haired Venerable slowly raised his hand and gently tapped Zhao Meng's body. Zhao Meng suddenly felt as if he had become a soul that could not feel the body. He transcended his body and looked at the three people. The White-haired Venerable also found that something was wrong with Zhao Meng: "Concentrate your mind."

This voice immediately pulled Zhao Meng back. Zhao Meng saw the unnatural expression of the White-haired Venerable, and at the same time felt an extremely huge energy rushing into his body. Zhao Meng immediately guided this energy into his Dantian, but this energy was very violent, wreaking havoc in his body, like a group of disobedient children, managing this side but not the other. Zhao Meng also began to realize the seriousness of the matter. This energy was too overbearing. It was impossible to control it as he wished. At this rate, his tendons and veins would explode and he would die. Zhao Meng's face became uglier and uglier. He knew that if he didn't ask for help from God, he would not be saved.

Zhao Meng: "Senior, help me"

After Zhao Meng asked for help, he immediately felt that the energy in his body that was just raging suddenly calmed down, like a child seeing his parents. Zhao Meng quickly gathered the calmed energy together, and this lasted for about an incense stick of time. Zhao Meng felt that his body was almost saturated.

Zhao Meng: "Senior, why don't you stop for a moment?"

White-haired Venerable: "It has reached its limit"

Zhao Meng: “Yes.”

The White-haired Venerable: "It is indeed strange. There are indeed all kinds of strange things in the world."