"In terms of the strength of the flesh, I can't reach the perverted Cheng dù of you now. However, if you want to talk about strength-" Meng Siao looked at the hole in this figure, and a bright smile appeared on his face, "As long as there are enough Great Martial Venerable points, theoretically, I am the real innate divine power." ”

Just now, he directly consumed one million Great Martial Venerable Points, and raised the power of the original "Overlord level" by another level and turned it into an "Overlord level".

With 40 million Great Martial Venerable Points in his hand, he smashed one million Great Martial Venerable Points at will, for Meng Siao, it was really a thing that would not even jump his eyelids. What's more, these million Great Martial Venerable Points were smashed on his "strength attribute", and they were directly used to improve his strength, and there was no such thing as a loss or a loss.

It's just that this kind of instantaneous improvement on the spot, apart from him, may only be able to do it by the young master of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion who has the "Great Killing System", the Holy Emperor Yingzheng of the Central Holy Dynasty. This wild disciple, even if he has some kind of secret method that can sense the strength of the opponent, but in this case, he would not have thought that someone would be able to directly increase his strength by a level in an instant.

Unexpectedly, so within this move, he directly failed miserably.

It wasn't until long after Meng Siao left that there were bursts of sound in the pit of this figure.

After about a stick of incense, the barbarian man, whose face was slightly pale, walked out of the humanoid hole step by step, and his two arms like steel and iron bones were all hanging limply in front of him at this moment.

Meng Siao's punch, although it did not leave any external injuries on his strong body, but the powerful dark energy that penetrated through his body smashed all the bones in his arm.

That dark energy, even transmitted to his chest ribs, making him harder than Xuan Bing, there were a few subtle cracks on his sternum.

"Another monk who has used secret methods to hide his true strength. Although he was hit hard, the expression on the face of this barbarian man calmed down, and his tone was calm, and there was no difference from before, "Now, the news of the birth of the 'Barbarian God' Treasury has not yet fully spread, and it has attracted so many monks. In the future, I am afraid that the number of these monks will increase several times! In Yanyan Huozhou, I am afraid that it will be chaotic! In such a situation, why will the elders and priests of the temple still be able to stand still? Could it be that they want to watch the 'barbarian gods' leave us descendants lose their lives to these insatiable monks?"

He muttered to himself, and at the end, he sighed deeply, looked down at the two strokes that he had no strength to use, and the corners of his mouth finally revealed a wry smile.

Shaking his head, he jumped out of this huge pit, looking at the mountain road where Meng Siao had long been gone, and his eyes were thoughtful.

This young monk, if he didn't use any secret method to hide the fluctuations of spiritual power, but really relied on the strength of his body to shatter the bones of his arms with one punch, then he was really terrifying!

The world thinks that the barbarians are a group of brainless and uncivilized barbarians, but they don't know that the barbarians are an ancient relic, and the bodies of themselves, and even all their comrades, and the monks outside, are completely different structures.

The barbarians are a race that is born to exist for the sake of power!

......

"Damn, this grandson of Canglan River, he really has a lot of kung fu to run away! I knew that I wouldn't have fought with the disciples of that barbarian temple for so long, and as soon as I judged his strength, I immediately used the power of the 'overlord' level to level him......" On a vast plain, Meng Siao stood on the fire-colored land, his eyes glancing around at the traces that could be seen in his field of vision, and his mouth was very unhappy and scolding.

Because, after chasing here, he found that he seemed to have lost the Canglan River.

There are many traces in the four places, not only many, but also chaotic.

This is at least the traces left by thousands of people when they pass through this plain with a wide view.

There are so many traces, the ghost knows which one was left when the Canglan River ran away.

"Damn! Doesn't it mean that no one comes here on weekdays in this Yanyan Fire Prefecture?" could these traces be stepped on by ghosts!" He looked at a shallow footprint not far away, and muttered to himself very depressedly, "Moreover, judging from the weathering of the traces, they have all been made in the last month." If the 'tracking science' that those scouts must master is in line with scientific principles, then it means that within a month, there are at least a few hundred people who have entered the Yanyan Fire State from the Barren Mountain Range—"

As he spoke, he frowned slightly: "No wonder, the disciples of the Barbarian Temple will come out to block the road at the entrance of that mountain road." It seems that that guy is not the only one, in other mountain passes, and even on the desperate road, there will be similar Savage Temple disciples to save zài...... Could it be that in this Yanyan Fire State, is there really any great treasure about to be born?"

He looked around, but after looking at it for a while, he had to give up his intention to distinguish the traces of the vicissitudes from these messy traces.

Damn!The unsolvable appraisal of the "Great Martial Venerable System" seems to be completely useless in this regard.

He looked at the identification results on the illusory panel that had nothing to do with these traces, and had to curse, giving up his plan to continue hanging the Canglan River from behind.

This grandson is here to hunt for treasures, and it just so happens that there is some treasure in Yanyan Huozhou, so that those monks who have a sense of smell more sensitive than dogs will drill into this barbarian continent one by one, your sister, how can there be so many coincidences in this world?

"It's better to ask someone first. After scolding, Meng Siao's eyes rolled, and he found a secluded place, and the "reincarnation technique" was unleashed again, just a dozen breaths, and when he came out of that secluded place, where was there still the appearance of a person on the Zhongzhou Continent, whether it was physique or appearance, he was like a barbarian.

Moreover, he also shamelessly copied the previous appearance of the barbarian temple disciple, and copied the strange tattoo on his body, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get the "novelty pants" that didn't know whether it should be a skirt or a cloth gown, he really dared to use the image of the barbarian temple disciple to make a blatant swagger in this Yanyan Fire State.

"Anyway, the young master is here to get oil and water, just get a vote and leave, no matter who this black pot will be carried on, it won't fall on the young master's head anyway. Meng Siao admired his current appearance with great satisfaction, but for a while, he really couldn't find a decent barbarian costume, so he had to choose a pair of big pants in the origin ring and put it on, looked at it repeatedly, and felt that he already had the appearance of seventy percent of the disciples of the Barbarian Temple, so he swaggered back on the road-

Hmph, from now on, the young master is a disciple of the Savage Temple. The disciple of the Barbarian Temple let the young master lose the grandson of Canglan River, if he didn't find dozens of big black cauldrons for him and the Barbarian Temple to carry on his back, how could he be worthy of the young master's journey all the way to this Yanyan Fire State.