Now, Meng Siao is about to help him try to lift the curse and ban imposed on him by the barbarian great wizard, which makes Meng Haoran, who is easy to talk and laugh even in the face of thousands of troops, can't help but feel nervous in his heart.

This nephew, since he pleaded with the old man that day, the whole person has really undergone earth-shaking changes. Although his delicate nature does not seem to have changed in the slightest, the whole person has become a little unpredictable.

Sometimes, Meng Haoran doesn't know whether this guy's stupidity is real, or if he deliberately pretends to be shown to others.

"Fourth uncle, concentrate and meditate, don't be distracted. Once the curse is lifted, the spiritual power in your body will be back in action. But, after all, you haven't felt this way in years, and I'm afraid you'll be out of control by then. Meng Siao looked at Meng Haoran, whose face changed slightly, and said in a deep voice, "In case the spiritual power runs away at that time, it doesn't matter if you blow up into a 'boy chicken' yourself, nephew, I can't help the impact of your half-step Zhou Tianjing's spiritual power." ”

"Si Ao is right, at this time, you don't care about whether you can succeed or not, just focus on controlling the spiritual power in your body. The old man also said in a deep voice.

Meng Haoran took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I know." ”

"Then let's start!" Meng Siao also nodded, "Fourth uncle, you can control it, every time I help you break through the ban of a meridian, the spiritual power is bound to counterattack at the foreign spiritual power that I send into your body, this is a kind of repulsive instinct of spiritual power self-purification, you must control it at the first time." ”

"Don't worry, the fourth uncle is not as weak as you think. Meng Haoran laughed, at this moment, the "Generalissimo of Zhenman", who led the army to guard the barren mountain range and made it impossible for a hundred barbarians to cross the border, seemed to be back.

Meng Siao didn't say anything more, his mind moved, and he had already begun to control the spiritual power in his body, using the various methods and techniques that the Pavilion Master of Tianwu Pavilion had demonstrated to compress his own spiritual power rune culture.

It took a quarter of an hour for a small cloud of rune flames to condense in his palm.

Meng Kaijiang's face changed drastically, but he immediately controlled his mind. His gaze looked at the rune spirit flame in Meng Siao's hand, as if he had seen a ghost.

He was sure that this was the supreme technique that the Martial Pavilion Master had shown them that night, but he had not been able to comprehend one ten-thousandth of this technique until now!

This joke is simply too big!

Although Meng Kaijiang had a stomach full of questions at this time, he also knew that now was not the time to ask about these. The moment he saw the rune spirit flame, his heart was also beating violently, because he had a premonition that the curse left on his fourth son by the barbarian great wizard back then could really be unraveled by his grandson today!

"Fourth uncle, it's on!" Meng Siao snorted, and the spiritual sense of the transparent villain in his mind had been magnified to the limit.

After all, he doesn't have spiritual sense now, and it is a very delicate job to control the spiritual power to break the ban in Meng Haoran's body, and he can't tolerate the slightest difference, otherwise, with Meng Haoran's current state, it is very likely that he will be seriously injured or even killed by his rune spirit flame.

The rune spirit flame was forcibly punched into the pulse of Meng Hao's back.

This meridian runs parallel to the human spine and runs through the whole body, and is a very important main meridian.

As soon as Meng Siao's spiritual power entered, Meng Haoran's whole body trembled, it was an indescribable boundless pain, enough to make people with weak willpower faint in an instant.

But Meng Haoran gritted his teeth and resisted stubbornly, while paying attention to all the chong veins in his body.

Meng Siao was also engrossed, controlling the compressed spiritual power of this rune culture, and began to advance little by little in this meridian.

He hadn't seen the barbarian archwizard's curse, so he couldn't possibly know what kind of ban it was. But no matter what kind of ban it is, it can't be more powerful than the means used by the Heavenly Martial Pavilion Pavilion Master and the bald head Lu Chuan when they banned the Taiyi Sect Great Elder and the fourteen chief elders at that time.

Now, he is going to use the technique of Fu Cultural Spiritual Power to directly and violently erase the curse that the barbarian great wizard left in Meng Haoran's body!

Time passed little by little, and this way of advancing inch by inch was tantamount to an unusually harsh punishment for Meng Hao. The boundless pain no longer irritated his nerves and destroyed his will all the time.

And in the midst of this pain, he must also concentrate his energy and control his spiritual power at any time after the meridians are opened, and his own spiritual power will be counterattacked against Meng Siao's external spiritual power.

This is definitely something that only people with great perseverance and willpower can do.

Old Man Meng's spiritual sense has completely covered the entire Protector Mansion, and the military order has been issued, no matter who it is, at this moment, those who forcibly break into the Protector Mansion will be killed!

A full hour passed, and in the silence, Meng Siao and Meng Haoran were sweating profusely and breathed a sigh of relief.

This breath is like a signal.

Old Man Meng felt that his body was trembling.

He wanted to ask about the result out loud, but he was afraid of disturbing the two of them, so he could only try his best to restrain himself, and his fists were pinched to death, and his joints were white because of excessive force.

"Fourth uncle, can you still persevere? If not, then rest for one night and continue tomorrow." Meng Siao also knew what kind of pain this kind of violent breaking would be for Meng Haoyan.

This is equivalent to that knife, hanging inch by inch in the meridians, forcibly expelling a qiē blocking the meridian force in this violent way.

Scraping bones to heal wounds is only scraping bones, but now, what his spiritual power is scraping is the meridians in Meng Haoran's body!

The pain of the two is simply earthy, and it is absolutely impossible to compare!

"Don't look down on your fourth uncle!" Meng Haoran was dressed violently, but he laughed, "When Lao Tzu led the troops to fight, your kid was still carrying it in his mother's belly!"

"Then I'll continue?" Meng Siao asked.

"Come on! Fourth Uncle can't wait to regain his strength!" Meng Haoran laughed, and his momentum was unparalleled for a while.

Meng Kaijiang's eyes were completely moist.

At this moment, there is no need to ask anything, he knows that it is no accident that his fourth son, after today, will turn back into the "generalissimo of the town" who is unrivaled in the field!

The sky is getting darker.

In this pavilion, the ground was already full of water stains, all of which flowed down from Meng Haoran and Meng Siao.

From the ban on Chongmai to now, more than three full hours have passed.

Meng Haoran's whole person is now like he has lost a lot of weight, and the huge pain makes every cell in his body tremble, but the smile on his face is getting stronger and brighter.

Receiving a knife and axe, the heart is like the rising sun!

This night passed in the silence of the Protector's Mansion.

When the morning sun on the second day pierced the clouds and sprinkled the light, a dragon roaring and a tiger roared in the entire Beijing Division!

At that moment, everyone who heard this voice seemed to see a world-famous general who had fought a hundred battles and was unparalleled, appearing in front of him.

In the Forbidden Imperial City, Liu Xuanzong, who had not closed his eyes all night, and was reviewing the recital in the imperial study, heard this sound and slapped the table suddenly, shaking the teacups, pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table.

The most hearty laugh erupted from the mouth of this great detached king: "Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! Okay! Okay! My 'Generalissimo Zhenman' is finally back! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! God bless me with a great departure! What a great joy! People are coming, for my wide clothes, I want to go to the Protector's Mansion!"