As soon as the crisis was resolved, Meng Zhao wore Emperor Yu Canglong's armor and turned into a rainbow light and suddenly came to Beitangxing.

The two faced each other, staring at each other, but they felt very different.

In Beitangxing's eyes, Meng Zhao was really like a true dragon scattering around the world and sprinting around the universe. His demeanor, majesty and power were all boundless, and one eye seemed to be able to crush a void.

That ultimate power and ultimate domineering bring about the ultimate oppression.

I was afraid in my heart, so I naturally couldn't hold on to it, so after looking at Meng Zhao for a while, my eyes drifted and I didn't dare to look again.

Meng Zhao was different. Previously, there was the dragon energy of the imperial Taoist dynasty, and the imperial destiny was in place, which urged the emperor's sword technique. Beitangxing was awesome, as if the gods came to the world, and there was no match for them. Every move was the general trend.

At this time, the sword technique of Emperor Xing of Beitang was broken, and his cultivation was extremely meager in Meng Zhao's eyes and was not even noticed.

In this way, putting aside the halos brought by his bloodline, identity and status, Beitangxing is actually just a slightly better young man, too immature.

Especially at this moment, Beitang Xing, who was anxious and did not even dare to look at each other, showed an unprecedented weak attitude.

I'm afraid that even the nearby people around Liu Laodao have never seen this attitude.

In addition, Beitangxing was still an unprecedented weakening at this time.

This bloodline taboo magical power also needs to consume his royal bloodline. At this time, the essence and blood of his body consumed nearly half of it, and his vitality was greatly damaged. Even if Meng Zhao let him go today, he would become a minor illness every three days and a major illness every five days in the future. No matter how high his cultivation level is, he cannot reverse the original deficiency and exhaustion.

Beitangxing gritted his teeth and was about to speak, but when he saw Meng Zhao's eyes with purple and black light intertwined, his expression was dazed, and his eyes immediately turned into a dark shape.

Meng Zhao's eyes were like two stars, shining brightly, and his right arm turned into a afterimage, which suddenly landed on the Baihui acupoint above Beitangxing's head.

A terrifying suction force was released from Meng Zhao's palm. Beitangxing's true energy, essence, and even spirit gradually broke away from his flesh shell, like a rolling river water pouring into the sea, rushing towards Meng Zhao's palm.

As Beitangxing's body gradually became thinner, his originally round cheeks even exposed his cheekbones. The emperor's destiny and imperial aura that was attached to his body was transferred to Meng Zhao in an incredible way.

For a moment, the natal Ziwei Star, which was suppressed by Meng Zhaotian Divine Mirror in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness in his eyebrows, was unprecedentedly ignited.

The rich purple air actually fell from the nine heavens tonight in this desolate and uninhabited mountain, turning into a vast river of purple air that cost hundreds of miles, pouring into Meng Zhao's body regardless of the situation.

It even formed a very amazing wonder.

Meng Zhao's palm swallowed everything that belonged to Beitangxing, and from the sky, there was a constant stream of mist and purple air, almost turning into a purple robe, draped outside Meng Zhao's body wearing Emperor Yu's armor.

Meng Zhao is like a demon who has been practicing for countless years, unscrupulously swallowing the supreme power between heaven and earth.

If this strange scene is placed outside, it will definitely cause a huge wave of speculation. Maybe it will cause the Beitang Royal Family to send secret talks from all directions to find the location of the Ziwei treasure body, and even confirm Meng Zhao's identity.

However, the right time, place and people are all in Meng Zhao. There is not even a ghost in this wilderness mountain. It is late at night. Such a strange scene has never been seen by anyone.

When the rays of the sunset on Meng Zhao's body were all trapped into his body, Beitangxing was almost gone.

Meng Zhao let go of Beitang under his palm, and saw the once energetic and powerful talented prince, whose hair was half white, and his whole body seemed to have been dehydrated, his flesh and flesh were pressed against his bones, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

However, although he had become such a ghost, Beitangxing still did not lose his energy and even had the strength to stand in place, which was just quite laborious.

"Cough cough, cough cough, okay, what a Beimeng Dragon King, no, I didn't expect that you have practiced such evil martial arts, so you can absorb other people's martial arts, spirit, qi and blood, and even fate.

Meng Zhao, you, you are truly the devil among the demons. All the people in the world misjudged you."

Beitangxing was dying at this time and was weak in speaking, but his thinking was unprecedentedly clear and he truly realized what was going on him.

Meng Zhao, this is a peerless genius who is praised by the people of the world, worshipped by countless people in the martial arts world, and is a longing for and looking forward to by the entire land of China.

He is actually well-versed in the unique skills of evil devils, and his style of conduct is so cruel and ruthless.

This is not the seed of the right path, it is clearly a kind of evil spirit.

Meng Zhao laughed, and his flesh squirmed, turned into the North Hall again, and said,

"The twelve princes, the success of the king and the defeat of the enemy, is a truth that has been irrefutable since ancient times.

I, Meng Zhao, are not a good person or a bad person. I have done good things and have done bad things.

I have never been bothered by the so-called dispute between good and evil, nor have I been delayed by the so-called evil and demonic martial arts.

What I want and what I ask for is just a way of transcendence, that's all.

You have lost everything now, and in front of me, you are an absolute loser."

"I could have sucked you completely and turned you into a mummy, but do you know why I didn't do that?"

Beitangxing coughed a few more times, and black pus and blood spurted out of his mouth. Hearing this, he grinned and sneered.

"You dare not kill me directly, because you are afraid that my father, who is very scheming and capable of being the first in the world, will have more secret methods on me, right?"

He spoke more smoothly and fluently than before.

Even if you look closely, Beitangxing's spirit has recovered a lot. Although he still looks like a skeleton skin, his previous style can still be seen in his spirit.

Meng Zhao sighed,

"You are indeed a talent. If you are given time, the land of China will have your own foothold, and your future will be of great potential.

Unfortunately, you met me.

Of course, even without me, you may not be able to escape the level of your father.”

"I will give you a chance now to choose your own destiny. You should be grateful to me."

Beitangxing still had the same mocking expression.

After a moment, I thought of something and was about to speak, and I smiled.

He wanted to ask Meng Zhao to help her if she meets her sister in the future.
Chapter completed!