Killing the Heaven with One's Body

Zhao Meng glanced at Feng Xiaotian and said, "If it was me who was targeted by this dragon, would Senior Feng help me?"

After saying that, he ran inside, and behind him came Feng Xiaotian's angry voice.

Feng Xiaotian: "The Feng family will fight you to the death"

Zhao Meng didn't even turn his head when he heard this. Isn't this how the Feng family treats him now? He actually wanted to unite with them. As expected, the enemy can only be eliminated in dangerous moments. After confirming that the black gas was no longer in his area and the dragon had not come, Zhao Meng found a relatively secluded place to sit down. He had to quickly deal with the energy surge in the gourd.

As soon as Zhao Meng checked the gourd, he found that the gourd that was golden before had begun to turn black. Zhao Meng looked at the gourd with heartache and found that the black air had gradually taken the initiative among the two energies in the gourd. Zhao Meng was also shocked. If he let the black air occupy the gourd, all the hard work he had put in to the Blood City for a year would be in vain. The most important thing was that the gourd had formed a whole with himself now, and if the black air occupied the main body, he would be close to death.

If it is removed forcibly, it will definitely cause irreparable damage to his body and future cultivation, so the only choice is to get rid of the black air. Therefore, Zhao Meng can only confront the black air head-on and directly wrap the black air with his own energy, trying to devour the black air. However, this action not only failed to eliminate the black air, but instead caused the black air to spread and directly penetrate into his own energy. This black air is like a devil, devouring whatever it touches, and the gold color of the gourd is becoming lighter and lighter. Zhao Meng searched his whole body but couldn't find any way to deal with the black air. In the end, there was really no way. All he had left was the strange blood he had just obtained from the blood pool, but this blood also devoured energy like crazy. Adding both of them together, Zhao Meng had no idea what terrible consequences would arise.

While Zhao Meng was still hesitating, the color of the gourd continued to dim. Zhao Meng knew that he could not wait any longer. Weird against weird, let's see who is the weirdest. So he directly added a few drops of the weird blood into the gourd. The added blood felt the energy in the gourd and rushed towards the energy at the first time. The weird blood that rushed over just happened to hit the weird black air, and the two mixed together in an instant. Zhao Meng also hurriedly took this time to regulate his breathing. The parts of his body that had just been touched by the black air were still cracking. Zhao Meng also applied some herbs, bandaged it, and supplemented some of his own blood and energy pills. Then he turned his attention to the gourd again.

The fight inside was still not over. The black air and blood were fighting for the little energy left in the gourd. These energies came from Feng Xiaotian's giant fan that was absorbed at that time. Although most of them were consumed by his wings and some were used to restore himself, he finally replenished some of them later. This part of energy became the object of their desperate fight!

The blood became bigger and bigger after absorbing the energy. If it were not for the limitation of the gourd, it would be even bigger. The black gas was squeezed into a corner, but the black gas still entangled the blood and slowly melted into it. The red part that melted into it also began to turn black and even began to fall off from the strange blood. Zhao Meng was also shocked. The black gas was so powerful. Fortunately, he was quick enough. If he had thought about it for a while longer, he would not know if his body was still intact. These two strange things were fighting each other in his gourd. Zhao Meng also had a new understanding of his gourd. The black gas and the strange blood could penetrate into anything they encountered, but his gourd did not have any penetration phenomenon. The hardness of this gourd was far beyond his imagination.

The fight lasted for a long time before it slowly stopped. Zhao Meng looked at the huge mass of black gas and the huge strange blood that had swallowed the energy. Now they had turned into a small spherical object and were standing there motionless. Zhao Meng realized that his chance might have come, but before Zhao Meng could make a move, the gourd itself suddenly produced a huge suction force. The last time it appeared was when facing the giant fan of Feng Linzhu. This suction force came inexplicably. Zhao Meng was sure that it was not controlled by himself, but who could control this gourd? Could it be the boss of Nanyi Shennan? But how could it be controlled from such a distance!

Under the huge suction of the gourd, the black air and strange blood were directly absorbed by the wall inside the gourd. At the same time, the yellow color that had dimmed just now lit up with a strong golden light. After a while, the golden light on the outside of the gourd gradually dissipated, and the gourd returned to its normal state, but two strange shapes appeared on the outside of the gourd, one black and the other red. The two lines were intertwined from the top to the bottom of the gourd. Zhao Meng carefully examined the gourd and found that there were no changes except for these two lines. However, he was still worried and checked it carefully again to confirm that there was no more black air and strange blood. Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief. Since entering this cave, there have been deadly attacks everywhere. What will happen next?

After a while of breathing, Zhao Meng was ready to move forward until the wounded parts of his body stabilized and the gourd had accumulated enough energy. Then he saw a very empty place with almost nothing around. The whole cave seemed to have fallen into an extremely suffocating silence. Zhao Meng observed it and didn't see anything unusual, so he continued to move forward. Unlike what he encountered before, there was a lot of light here. Zhao Meng couldn't explain where the light came from, but he knew that the front was so dangerous and it would only be more dangerous later. No matter what happened, Zhao Meng was ready to fight at any time. There was nothing to be afraid of. As he walked, Zhao Meng heard a strange sound. The sound came very suddenly and was very small. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it at all. Zhao Meng took back the steps he had taken. He stood there carefully listening to the source of the sound, but because the sound was too small, Zhao Meng couldn't judge what it was and where it came from. Therefore, Zhao Meng could only continue to move forward for a distance. The sound was gone, but he smelled a fragrance, like the fragrance of some flowers...