One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, neither of them spoke.

And with the help of the White Bone Lock Demon Zheng, although Meng Yang had no spiritual power consumption, in order to protect the Demon Zheng, he had to concentrate on controlling the heart space entrenched in the dantian during the process of the Demon Zheng's treatment of Zhou Luying.

If it was an oversight that caused the heart sea space to directly devour the remnant soul of Mozheng, it would really be worth the loss.

It wasn't until after the three incense sticks that the weak voice of the demon came and Meng Yang opened his eyes.

"The seal in this girl's body is easier to solve than I imagined, but the terrifying aura in it is really difficult to eliminate, even if you don't limit it, with my ability, I'm afraid it will take a month. ”

"I keep this in mind, and I will give you a chance during the miracle conference. ”

Mo Zheng's spirit was shocked, and he was excited: "This is what you said." ”

"Don't worry..."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yang put down his hands from behind Zhou Luying's back, then got out of bed, retreated to the side of the bed and hugged his fists, pretending to be weak, and said with strength and no breath: "Princess, I have reached my limit in the lower world, I need to rest, I can only come tomorrow." ”

Zhou Luying didn't turn around, her mind was still full of her own delicate voice, and she could only nod her head to show her response.

Meng Yang didn't talk nonsense, turned around and walked out the door.

As soon as he walked out, Meng Yang saw the good-looking maid he met when he entered the door before.

But at this moment, the maid had one more thing in her hand, and it was a tray, on which were ten jade bottles with red liquid neatly placed.

"Hard work, this is what the patriarch prepared early. ”

When the maid saw Meng Yang walk out, she immediately bent down and bowed her head, and when she spoke, her voice was like a yellow warbler's cry.

This made Meng Yang think of another woman, "Zhen Qiaoer".

Since the last time I came to see each other with Zhou Huoshan, I haven't seen each other for a long time.

With an understatement of his sleeves, the moment the aura overflowed from his body, the wooden plate held by the maid was empty.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, he immediately sat cross-legged and began to run the "Three-day Great Psychic Technique".

Ten bottles of essence blood, five bottles are used for the "Heart Sea Space" devouring, and the other five bottles are used for cultivating the method of barbarian pattern transfer sacrifice.

This was something that Meng Yang had planned before, looking at the ten bottles of essence blood at this moment, he didn't say a word, he immediately opened the caps of the five bottles of essence blood, and after a red light appeared around his body, nine hairy lines filled with a cold aura immediately appeared.

Silently recite "After a hundred strokes a day..."

Meng Yang immediately clenched his fists, only stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and connected the brute lines a hundred times in the air.

Every time, the brute lines that stopped in front of him flashed once, and when they flickered a hundred times, he immediately clasped his hands together and slapped it violently, but the moment he saw the essence blood spurting out like a fountain in the jade bottle, it seemed to be being pulled, and all of them floated towards the nine brute lines.

From a distance, the essence blood gushing out of the five jade bottles was like a blood-colored arch bridge, one end in the bottle, and the other end was connected to the barbarian lines in the air.

And the moment the brute came into contact with him, it was like a hungry man, constantly absorbing.

When the brute pattern absorbed dozens of demon beast essence blood and reached saturation, Meng Yang shouted at this time, "Two days and ten spirits!" At the same time, the spiritual energy from the dantian was sacrificed and injected into the brute pattern, and the nine brute patterns were injected into ten strands each, and the saturated brute pattern was seen, and he was like a hungry man again, continuing to absorb the essence blood that was drawn from it.

Until the essence and blood in the bottle saw the ground, and Meng Yang, whose eyes flashed with essence, said in a condensed voice: "Three days to lead!" Then his hands were folded in front of his knees, and he took a sharp breath of air like swallowing mountains and rivers.

But seeing a trace of white aura like smoke overflowing from the nine barbarian lines, it rushed into his mouth and nose, and after half a sound, when Meng Yang, who was frowning and sweating on his forehead, opened his eyes and spit out a thumb-sized bead, the demon beast aura that stirred in the entire room was gone.

And inside the bead that seems to seal the white clouds, it is the demon beast breath that has been eliminated from the blood of the demon beast essence.

Meng Yang only glanced at it, then immediately recited the mantra of calming his mind and concentrating his mind, drove his hand to connect the dots, and immediately changed back to the brute pattern, and under his gritted teeth, the twelve veins of the brute pattern suddenly stirred up like boiling water.

"The end of the twelve, the second precursor, the third precursor, broken!"

The essence of the blood at the time of the richness, such as irrigation in the dry ancient tree meets the irrigation of spring water, grows instantly.

The third sun, which stopped in the space of the Brute Heart Sea, suddenly shone brightly.

The light was so strong that even the fourth hole was faintly flushed.

The vast spiritual power that filled the essence blood almost didn't need Meng Yang's control, and he went straight to the fourth void.

In just three breaths, he broke through all the first six veins of the twelve-fold end, and the momentum of courage was unstoppable, which shocked Meng Yang.

It wasn't until the first back vein, that is, the seventh void, at the end of the twelfth fold was irrigated, that this shocking brute pattern transfer sacrifice increased its speed, and then it slowly stopped.

Staring at him in surprise, Meng Yang immediately summoned a brute pattern, wanting to see what had changed.

However, when the first brute pattern came out, it caused the majestic breath on it, and as soon as it appeared, it directly cracked all the furniture in the room, and even the floor appeared with spreading cracks, and the huge room became crumbling in a blink of an eye.

Even the countless flowers and plants planted in the courtyard seemed to tremble under the wild lines of this hair, and they collected the petals and lowered their heads.

"This..."

The demon in the white bone lock was also shocked by the scene in front of him, gasped, and his heart trembled wildly, he didn't know much about the barbarians, he knew that the power of the barbarian pattern was just like the magic power of a human monk, the body of the demon clan, but like Meng Yang, there was only a hair-sized brute pattern, which could emit such a terrifying momentum, which was unheard of.

Meng Yang, whose eyes were wide open, was also frightened by his brute lines.

Although he was mentally prepared, the strength of the brute pattern was still beyond his imagination, and he was even glad that he only released a brute pattern, if all the nine brute patterns were released, I am afraid that within a radius of several hundred meters, they would all fall.

With this kind of surprise, a bold guess appeared in his mind.

"If the nine brute patterns are so strong, even if I meet the late stage of Zhenwu, I have the strength to fight, even if I can't beat it and escape, the other party has no way. Looking at the brute pattern in front of him, Meng Yang swallowed a mouthful of water, and couldn't help but withdraw the overflowing breath on it.

Listening to Meng Yang's feelings, Mo Zheng also reacted from shock.

Although Meng Yang's brute pattern shocked him, he didn't agree with what Meng Yang said.

"It's a good thing to have self-confidence, but there are also people in the same level who are like you and have obtained enlightenment, almost all of them are invincible existences in the same level, half-step grandmasters, that is a gesture, with the momentum of gathering spirits, and the attacks caused by one palm are enough to kill many people in the late stage of the heavenly fetus in seconds. ”

"Don't be too whimsical..."

As soon as Mo Zheng's words fell, the mouth that had just closed suddenly opened again, and in the empty eyes, the swaying light like ghost fire revealed an unbelievable color in an instant.

"Twenty hairy lines..."

Dumbfounded and frightened, Mozheng stammered out what he saw.

And these only seven words, as if using up all his strength, made him hold his breath coldly.

Meng Yang was also shocked by the twenty brute lines in front of him that exuded a crimson color, and his face turned red and kept panting.

If the demon said that he was too whimsical, then at this moment, I am afraid it is really possible.

If all of the brute lines were unraveled, the damage caused by the momentum alone, I am afraid that within a radius of five hundred meters, no one in the same level would be able to resist it, not to mention, when these brute lines changed into an attack form, what terrifying waves it would bring.

Bending his fingers a little, his mind moved slightly, and Meng Yang, who took a big breath, immediately recalled the brute pattern back into his body.

The heart was beating wildly, and even after half ringing, there was no trace of undecided.

As he had originally hoped, his brute pattern was not a waste brute pattern, but a very strong brute pattern.

As for why this strong form was a kind of hair that appeared in front of his eyes, he couldn't say clearly, but he knew that he already had the qualifications to become a strong person, not to mention anything else, before the miracle conference opened, he was confident that he would break through the twelve veins of the brute pattern and enter the thirty-six life and death gates.

Suppressing the infinite ripples in his heart, Meng Yang exhaled more than a dozen breaths in a row to adjust his breathing.

After talking to Mo Zheng about the method of turning the sacrifice of the barbarian pattern, he took out the remaining five bottles of essence blood from the storage bag and began to spit out the cultivation realm.

The years go by, and they go by.

Suddenly, there were only a few days left for the opening of the Miracle Conference.

In the past nearly a month, Meng Yang went to Zhou Luying's courtyard early in the morning, and at noon, afternoon, and evening, he was almost in the middle of cultivation, rarely going out, and he didn't find anyone to change the room that had cracked countless cracks.

Having made up his mind, he had already agreed to Mo Zheng's previous proposal, that is, the Miracle Conference would leave Xuanyun Sect City.

After unlocking the last seal in Zhou Luying's body, he returned to the courtyard with the twenty bottles of demon beast essence blood promised by Zhou Huoshan.

On this day, when Meng Yang's clenched teeth were released, his entire body was covered with a layer of red light, shining on him like a bloody bloody person, until the blood light that spread throughout his body dissipated, and his solemn face suddenly appeared with a smile of relief.

"Twenty-eight days, two hundred and ninety bottles of essence blood, finally broke through to make my realm and brute pattern both break through the last no wonder, in the late stage of Gongwu, plus now entering the thirty-six first gate brute pattern, I dare to say, under the gathering of spirits, no one can match. ”

Listening to Meng Yang's words, Mo Zheng couldn't help but envy: "Fifty hairy lines, the breath of each one is as strong as the late stage of Gong Wu, as if carrying fifty late stage Gong Wu existence, it can't be strong or not, three days of great psychic induction, it is really strong." ”

While Meng Yang was delighted, he couldn't help but nod deeply.

If he didn't have the three-day Great Psychic Channeling Technique, the Twelve Folds, and each successive vein, he would need to turn the sacrifice at least ten times, but after having such a mysterious technique, the most difficult transfer sacrifice has changed from the initial fear to the current demand.

As long as the essence blood is enough, not to mention the Thirty-six Immortal Gates, each difficulty needs to be sacrificed a hundred times, even if it is forty-eight black and white stars that are sacrificed a thousand times per difficulty, Meng Yang has no fear at all.

The opportunity and creation brought to him by "Heart Sea Space" have gone beyond some words that can be described in words, and he only wishes that when his strength can stand on the top of the entire mountain, he must solve the mystery of the origin of Heart Sea Space.

What does such a "compass" that transcends his cognition represent, and why has it existed in his own dantian since he can remember, waiting for his own discovery.

"Da Man is here, the patriarch said, let Da Man go to the God Hall, there is something important to discuss. ”

At this moment, a neutral voice came into Meng Yang's ears from outside the courtyard, making Meng Yang couldn't help but smile at each other.

"It's time to come, it's coming..."

The demon was groaning for a moment and nodded.

"If the guess is good, I'm afraid that the old man behind Xuanyun Sect City is going to appear, so it's better to be careful. ”

"Well, be careful..."

Meng Yang took a deep breath, nodded and got up, and stepped out of the hospital.

"My subordinate Bai Zizhong has seen Patriarch Zhou..."

Looking at the hall of the Divine Hall, Meng Yang bowed neither humbly nor arrogantly, for some reason, Zhou Huoshan had a feeling that he couldn't let go.

It was as if he had lost something important.

Quietly glanced at Meng Yang a few times, and Zhou Huoshan, who had sorted out his emotions, said with a smile on his face: "Aman, I keep the little girl's matter in my heart, and I will not forget this kindness." ”

"Tomorrow, the battle hall will leave for the northern part of Dongshan to participate in the miracle conference, and I won't say much else, but before you leave, I want to ask you one last time, are you willing to be my son-in-law?"

Meng Yang, who lowered his head, although he didn't see what the expression on Zhou Huoshan's face was when he asked this, but from his tone, Meng Yang could sense that Zhou Huoshan had a trace of regret and hesitation, and this hesitation may be related to whether it was dangerous for him to participate in the miracle conference.

It's still a multiple-choice question, but it's different from the last time you had to choose it.

This time, Zhou Huoshan may really be as he said, some of his own characteristics make him very appetizing.

If it was before, Meng Yang would definitely refuse, but now, he hesitated.

In the past month, although he and Zhou Luying have not spoken a few words, Zhou Luying gives people the feeling that she is a quiet and quiet woman, and she is also a careful beauty who thinks about others, which can be seen from some details, and she can't pretend to be it.

If he refused, he could foresee that Zhou Huoshan would definitely give up his mind completely, and even kill himself afterwards, after all, the things involved in his body and the secrets he needed were only known to his son-in-law, and the alien race would be removed.

And Meng Yang hesitated about this, he didn't want to die, let alone be used, for Meng Yang, Zhou Luying was indeed a good woman in his eyes, to be honest, he was also tempted during the period, but in the end he still extinguished such thoughts.

Meng Yang also thought about why he refused, but the answer he came up with was bitter and helpless.

The answer is that he is too calm and lacks the determination to get carried away by his feelings.

In the process of Meng Yang's contemplation, Zhou Huoshan did not speak, and he could feel that this time Meng Yang was really considering.

For Meng Yang, his feelings are also very complicated, from the first time he met Meng Yang to the present, he has countless means to force the other party to comply, but he did not do this, the main reason is that Meng Yang is very similar to him when he was young.

Decisive in his work, meticulous in his actions, clear in his mind, although the city is deep, but he is very bold in doing things, the only difference is that he fell in love with a human woman, and gave up a chic life of a sword, a wine and a white dress for her.

Thinking of this, Zhou Huoshan's eyes couldn't help revealing a deep haze and sadness.

At this moment, Meng Yang slowly raised his deeply frowning face, the coldness in his eyes was not there, but filled with childlike clarity.

"Thank you Patriarch Zhou for your kindness, I'm afraid I can't agree..."

"In that case, I won't say more, tomorrow morning, the battle hall will gather..."

After hiding the sadness in his eyes, Zhou Huoshan stood up, and his back slowly disappeared into Meng Yang's gaze.

From the beginning to the end, there was hardly any sign of threat.

It wasn't until Meng Yang returned to his courtyard, packed up everything, and waited for tomorrow's eastrise morning sun that the Demon Positive Spiritual Sense in the White Bone Lock was transmitted to Meng Yang's mind.

"It seems that the old guy behind Xuanyun Sect City is not here. ”

"On the way back, I heard that I had already gone to the north of Dongshan a month ago, and I didn't see the best. ”

After replying to the truth, Meng Yang sighed and sat quietly all night.

During this period, Mo Zheng didn't say a word, and he could feel that Meng Yang's mood had changed a little at the moment.

And this change may be that Meng Yang thought of a problem that he had never thought of before because of Zhou Huoshan's words.

The path of cultivation is destined to be lonely, and there will be many things that make people reluctant to give up and even yearn for.

But if you stop chasing it, it means losing another thing you once chased.

If you ask yourself whether it's worth it, you can only get the answer by yourself.

"This kid seems to be getting stronger again, this kind of change in mood, it's just a demon, and he has the qualifications to become stronger, he is young, he has such a understanding, and ordinary people can't reach it, I'm waiting for the day when you break out of the cocoon..."

The demon in the white bone lock muttered to himself, and then cut off the connection with Meng Yang's spiritual sense.

For Meng Yang, he is extremely confident, this degree of mood change is growth, and it is also maturity.

......

The next day, the sky was white, and Meng Yang, who was dressed in black, set off from the courtyard and came to the battle hall.

In the hall of the battle hall, there were only a few people who arrived earlier than Meng Yang.

These people who followed the induction and looked over, and when they saw that it was Meng Yang, they all snorted coldly, turned around and closed their eyes, waiting to assemble.

For these gazes, Meng Yang didn't pay attention to them at all, and after finding a corner where no one was around, he sat cross-legged and looked at it as well, but in the process of tuna running the dantian, he used the concealment technique to forcibly press his realm in the early stage of palace martial arts.

Time flickered, and a stick of incense time passed.

When the last two appeared, Meng Yang, who had his eyes closed, first showed a hint of understanding at the corners of his mouth, and then he was filled with astonishment.

When he opened his eyes, he happened to see the beautiful eyes of the two girls.

The six eyes met, Meng Yang nodded, one of the two women nodded and smiled, and the other bowed slightly, so that some ill-intentioned eyes fell on Meng Yang again, and there were several cold rays full of killing intent.

And these two women, one is naturally Zhou Huoshan's daughter, Zhou Luying.

The other is Zhen Qiaoer, who Meng Yang never thought of.

I haven't seen her for a month, and she was only in the late stage of her body at the beginning, but now the breath emanating from her body while walking is the breath of the natural fetus, and judging from this long breath, it is obviously not just a breakthrough.

"I actually looked away, this little girl's spiritual realm must be a hidden means, and it seems that it is not simple to escape my eyes. ”

Demon Zheng followed Meng Yang's gaze, and he was also surprised.

The corners of Meng Yang's mouth rose, he didn't expect it either, but after thinking about it a little, he was also relieved.

In the entire Xuanyun Sect City, the two of them are human beings, maybe there is something hidden between them that he doesn't know, of course, he counts, three human appearances.

"Now that all the people are here, let's start now. ”

After the four black-clothed barbarians nodded to each other, they immediately pinched their fingers.

Four blue auroras, which met everyone's eyes and faces, spilled out of the fingers of the four people and struck on the pillar in the middle of the battle hall.

I saw that the dragon turtle tattooed on the wall of the cylinder seemed to come alive at this moment, and opened its mouth to spew out a corrugating light curtain.

As soon as this light curtain came out, it immediately spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly enveloped the entire battle hall.

When the roar reached everyone's ears, Meng Yang felt a tremor come from the ground under his feet.

Then, the weight on his body suddenly lightened, and he immediately looked out the door, and suddenly became surprised.

I saw that the big trees with snow outside the window were disappearing into his eyes one by one, and his vision slowly widened with time.

After the spiritual sense was released, the surprise on his face was even stronger.

This huge battle hall turned out to be a flying magic weapon, just in this instant, it was already a hundred meters from the ground, and under the spiritual sense, you could even see the big pit with the same area as the battle hall under your feet.

"It's not a loss to have Zongcheng who participated in the Dongshan Miracle Conference, this kind of arm, I'm afraid that there won't be a single one in the entire Dongshan border..."

Meng Yang, who took a deep breath, immediately set his eyes on the column in the center of the battle hall.

And the dragon turtle on this cylinder is probably a treasure that can support the entire battle hall to fly.

It is precisely because of this treasure that the entire battle hall has become extremely light and rises from the ground, which is amazing.

After looking at it for a while, he saw that the other people's faces were all calm and calm, and they all breathed and cultivated quietly, Meng Yang did not hesitate, and after retracting his gaze, he continued to meditate and vomit.