Of course, since Meng Zhao dared to speak in such a tone and in this tone, he naturally had his confidence.

At this time, the Ziwei Emperor Sutra of the Heavenly Dragons used ten thousand true power to stimulate its own Ziyuan Dragon Body. In addition to his supreme master's martial arts, a violent wind suddenly erupted and blew towards all directions.

Moreover, in the void, the celestial phenomena changed drastically, and clusters of dark clouds were piled up, with crackling thunder flashing, appearing and disappearing among the dark clouds. The attacking clouds and snowflakes were in a burnt state. Under the evaporation, the original heavy snow turned into a pouring rain and fell in a short moment.

What's even more terrifying is that a huge purple true dragon vision that was hundreds of feet tall appeared from behind Meng Zhao. The scales contained the Taoist rhyme and six fingers of the claws. One more finger than the ordinary true dragon, and it looked like it had boundless majesty, boundless sacredness, and supreme emperor power.

This purple true dragon vision is like a coiled lower body, the dragon's body is straight and penetrates into the sky, and the dragon's head is swallowing and spitting, and there will be endless wind, rain, thunder, hail, heavy snow. When it comes, the dragon's roar sounds, and it resounds directly throughout the world and wilderness.

At this time, there were countless masters and strong men in Lingwu City, who were shocked by this earth-shaking aura and walked out of the room, selected a favorable and empty position, and looked at the direction where Meng Zhao and others were.

Naturally, I saw the scene that was extremely eye-catching in the dark night, like a real dragon coming to the world in mythology. In a very short time, I thought of the Beimeng Dragon King, who is now popular in China and the leader in martial arts world.

The Purple True Dragon Vision is almost a representative of Meng Zhao’s martial arts and a symbol that is difficult for others to imitate.

At the shore of Mingxiu Lake, its purple true dragon magic image was widely known and it was also the origin of its title of Dragon King.

At this time, the birth of this true dragon vision simply refreshed the cognition of countless warriors in the city, making them frightened. They realized that even if they practiced for a hundred years or a thousand years, they would probably not be able to resist the slightest vision of the purple true dragon.

In a small house in the city, Longcheng stood alone on the eaves of a house, looking at the vision of the real dragon in the distant sky with its eyes flashing, and felt cold in its heart, and even more eager to curse Meng Zhao.

"I really don't be a son. Meng Zhao has mastered the martial arts master and is still secretly clear. But today he met his opponent and showed his true colors. It's extremely hateful!"

He was indeed extremely frightened of Meng Zhao and could not stand up to the point of competing, but he was also lucky. Especially recently, when he heard that Hell was interested in dealing with Meng Zhao, he was very much looking forward to the result.

But under this true dragon vision, no matter how much expectation is, it is in vain.

Of course, in addition to his resentment and jealousy towards Meng Zhao, the idea of ​​Longcheng leaving Lingwu City and leaving the Northland is becoming stronger and stronger.

Especially Zhao Hun disappeared for many days and was not in contact, and he was likely to be attacked by Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao showed his master's martial arts again. If he didn't plan as soon as possible, how could he resist the opponent's attack in the future?

Dragon City is just a microcosm. There are countless masters and warriors in the city, and their thoughts are extremely complicated.

When Meng Zhao's subordinates, Meng Zhao's partners and allies saw this scene, they were ecstatic and wanted to hold a banquet to celebrate immediately.

I know that Master Meng Zhao’s martial arts has been accomplished, and the miracle of the real dragon hundreds of feet is almost the same as the mythical strong man. With such a strong man’s protection, he will be able to have a smooth flow in the future.

The masters are still masters who have achieved success as genius as Meng Zhao. The situation is determined, and they will all have an extremely tough backer in the future.

Some people who are bad-hearted and are hostile to Meng Zhao, most of them extinguish the expected conspiracy after seeing this scene.

Whatever breaks through Lingwu City, disrupts the inside and outside, what is buying the warriors under Meng Zhao's sect, and makes plans to disagree are all bullshit.

With absolute strength, everything is in vain.

Among these people, there is also the Holy Son of Huangquan who is hiding in a mass grave. He stands at the highest point of the hillside. Under the sanitation of two Taoist guardians, he stares blankly at the purple true dragon in the distant night sky.

His appearance is as ugly as ever, but his temperament and aura, which is called a strong man, is becoming more and more surging and surging.

The strong desire and yearning made it difficult for him to suppress his respect and admiration for Meng Zhao in his heart.

It also proved that my intuition was not wrong and was still extremely keen.

"The King of North Menglong is well-known. Although he has no chance to see his true appearance, he only saw such a true dragon today. It is no longer in vain. Let's leave here another day. For Meng Zhao one day, Lingwu City will be as solid as a soup and will be difficult to shake."

On the other side, Gu Sinan and Yun Fei from the Demon Lord Palace were also looking at the strange phenomenon that stretched across the sky, silently silent.

It would be fine if Gu Sinan was not there, but the fierce thoughts in Yun Fei's heart were unprecedented.

After all, he had a deep understanding of Meng Zhao and had been intimate for a while, witnessing the rapid progress of the other party's martial arts, but he did not expect that he could reach such a state and surpass his mentor.

Ye Huan, the lord of the Demon Lord Palace, also cultivated the master's martial arts, but in Yun Fei's heart, Meng Zhao might be even better at this time.

There is nothing else, the huge true dragon vision can be seen from a distance from the sky, and the powerful aura like a god and demon radiates to the world, and you can also appreciate its power. What else can you say?

As for asking Meng Zhao to take action and help kill the Holy Son of Huangquan, the two of them had no such thoughts again.

Although they respect Meng Zhao in the innate realm, they can also be treated as friends and ask for help.

However, Meng Zhao, who is at the level of a master, has truly transformed into a dragon. No matter how extraordinary they are, they not only need to respect, but also fear, so how can they ask for help?

Within the Meng Family Manor, Zhou Wangqiao had already quietly come to a secret place at the sight of the entire manor being boiling and warmly celebrating. Looking at the strange phenomena in the sky, he felt at ease.

Such martial arts and such combat power are worthy of his sacrificial pledge and he wants to join the Meng family.

Now it seems that my choice is not wrong, but it is very correct.

Give Meng Zhao time, kill the gods and demons for him, let alone the evil monk Huikong and others?

Thousands of warriors have far less strong thoughts and feelings than Wu Huaien who faces Meng Zhao.

The true dragon vision is actually made up of Meng Zhao's martial will, combined with the power of heaven and earth controlled by his boundless divine essence, and it is also the embodiment of his body of martial arts.

It has a bit of style in ancient times and real dragons in the realm of gods and demons.

For a moment, he even felt an unprecedented sense of despair.

Such martial arts make him, a master, unable to resist, not even a warrior. It is better to just lie down and let his life and death be judged!
Chapter completed!