Sanmao's body was penetrated, and with a pop, he fell in front of Wang Meng, and blood fell on Wang Meng's face.
"Master... run... quickly."
"Bad luck!" A sword light flashed through, directly piercing Wang Meng's life sea.
Wang Meng's eyes were fixed on Zheng Dashi. Zheng Dashi was also horrified by the sight, and he swiped his sword fiercely again.
With a pop, Wang Meng fell next to Sanmao. Perhaps until this moment, Wang Meng never thought that he would die.
The Tianhuo Cauldron also stopped resisting, and Zheng Dashi showed a proud smile. It was a pity to die, but some things are better not to get out of hand.
The sky in the distance was dim, and a sandstorm was coming. A star array appeared at Zheng Dashi's feet, slowly sank into the ground, and disappeared without a trace.
Wang Meng lay motionless on the ground, his eyes wide open. San Mao crawled towards Wang Meng little by little. Every time he moved, his body would emit red light. This was the life of the spiritual beast. San Mao moved vigorously. Originally, there were only a few steps.
The distance, at this time, seemed like a world away.
Finally, Sanmao crawled to Wang Meng's side, stuck out her tongue and licked Wang Meng's face, and started to cry with her big eyes.
What is life?
Sanmao didn't feel anything when he was in the sea of fire consciousness, but now something sadder than death came out.
Wang Meng did not open his eyes. His vitality was dissipating little by little. In his heart, the godhead was obviously eager to save his body, but the heaven and earth spirit locking array was pressing down on the godhead. The power seeping out of the crack could not offset the power of life.
Pass.
Sanmao's life also dissipated little by little, and finally fell powerlessly next to Wang Meng.
At this moment, the night in the desert changed from cold to cold.
The wind picked up and an overwhelming sandstorm came.
The red moon in the sky was extremely eerie at this time. A figure seemed to step down from the moonlight and slowly came to Wang Meng.
The sandstorm came, but stopped in front of this woman.
It was just a trance, only sand was left in the desert, and the stopped sandstorm resumed its roar...
Wang Meng felt that his body was very cold. Then he fell into a warm place, and his whole body was wrapped in something warm. His consciousness wandered between blur and coma, and he didn't know how long it had passed.
When Wang Meng opened his eyes, there was a strong light, and he felt dizzy. There seemed to be a nice aroma. It was very sweet and comfortable.
"you're awake."
Wang Meng seemed to see someone. A woman in white. He couldn't see clearly and could only remember the other person's smile.
"Get some rest. Your injury is serious."
Wang Meng nodded. In fact, it was just what he was thinking in his mind. His body remained motionless. His eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and then he fainted again.
I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Meng woke up. Drops of dew fell on his head, and the surroundings were lush. Wang Meng thought about it, but when he moved slightly, he felt severe pain all over his body.
The dew fell on Wang Meng's head drop by drop, which made Wang Meng gradually wake up. But this time, Wang Meng woke up with a murderous look in his eyes.
After a while, Wang Meng sat up. The heartbreaking pain was nothing at all.
Surrounded by towering trees and full of energy, it is obviously no longer the Five Elements desert space.
Sanmao was gone and he was alone again. Wang Meng stood up. Maybe this pain would make him feel better.
Like a dream, how did he get here, sandstorm? That woman, is it a dream?
The wounds on his body had become scarred, and everything seemed like a dream. But Wang Meng knew that Sanmao was gone.
A roar sounded in the woods...
This roar also attracted Yuan Mingming's attention, and the colorful tiger kept its eyes on Wang Meng. It suddenly pounced on Wang Meng and bit Wang Meng's shoulder hard.
Does it hurt?
Roar……
The colorful tiger was torn in half, and Wang Meng's body was also in pain like breaking. He wanted to live!
He wants revenge!
Wang Meng ate the bloody meat with big mouthfuls, Jidao Alliance!
Now Wang Meng finally has an enemy that he wants to destroy from his heart. No matter who he is or how big he is, as long as he is alive for one day, he must make the other party pay the price!
This is probably the way of heaven, the way of cultivation!
It was the unlucky colorful tiger that replenished Wang Meng's energy. The tiger skin made a piece of clothing. Now he really has nothing. Without the star ring, he can't even go back to the Cultivation Academy.
But this is not the most desperate thing. Although Wang Meng survived, the sea of life was severely damaged. It may be that the power of the godhead saved Wang Meng's life at the critical moment, but the life force of the sea of life was lost, and Wang Meng's life marks were in a withered state.
Wang Meng tried to run Five Elements 60xs, but at the slightest movement, Minghai felt a heartbreaking pain, and he fainted immediately.
Have you become a useless person?
Wang Meng is not afraid of powerful enemies, but how can he take revenge if he becomes a cripple?!
At this time, a two-headed wolf demon stared at Wang Meng. In its eyes, Wang Meng was definitely a good dinner.
Miso... miso...
Two rays of light flashed, and the heads of the two-headed wolf demon exploded. An old man was holding a pipe in his mouth. He was very happy to see his prey, but when he saw Wang Meng on the ground, he was stunned.
When Wang Meng woke up, he found himself lying in a small wooden house. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Lei Guangtang, simple and warm.
"Grandpa, grandpa, he's awake!"
A small head with a cute ponytail was staring at Wang Meng with great interest. His big eyes were blinking and staring at Wang Meng, crystal clear.
Wang Meng felt heartbroken.
"Haha, young man, you're awake." An old man walked in and knocked on his cigarette bag.
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life."
"You're welcome. I'm just passing by. Xiao Cheng, let him rest for a while while you go get something to eat."
"Okay, grandpa, big brother, you have to be good and don't move around."
Xiaocheng ran out jumping up and down.
The old man sat next to Wang Meng and said, "Young man, your injuries are very serious. Who could do such a serious thing?"
"Senior, I have caused you trouble. I will leave here as long as I can move."
"Haha, don't rush, don't rush, you can take your time to recuperate, Xiao Cheng likes you very much."
The old man looked at Wang Meng slowly.
"Senior, where is this?"
"This is Wolong Mountain in Dragon Soul Xiaoqian Realm. No outsiders usually come here. You can rest assured that the people who are chasing you will not be able to get here."
The old man let out smoke rings one after another.
Wang Meng felt warm in his body, as if he had taken something, but his life sea seemed to be still depleted.
Seeing Wang Meng's gloomy look, the old man patted Wang Meng and said, "Young man, if you think about it, it's a miracle that you survived after being severely injured. As for the rest, there is hope for you alive."
Wang Meng didn't answer. That's it? That's absolutely impossible. He is Wang Meng, but the old man said it is true that as long as he is alive, there is hope. He wants to recover quickly and blame everyone?
Isn’t that a cultivator!
Seeing Wang Meng's eyes regained their shape, the old man also smiled. "You can just stay here with peace of mind. I am a wild man who still has a lot of potential."
"Senior's medicine is very useful. I feel less pain in my body."
"Haha, kid, my medicine is just for pain relief and recovery. Did you take any miracle medicine before this? Otherwise, the sea of life would have dried up long ago."
Wang Meng was stunned. Could it be that... the woman was dreaming?
But who will it be? Who will save him at that time???
And then he was sent here again. What does this mean?
"Don't think about it, wait until your body recovers. There is plenty of time."
"Grandpa, grandpa, I made Chinese Valentine's Day Flower Black Bone Soup. Isn't this good for healing your wounds?"
Xiao Cheng ran in quickly.
"You little girl, you are not willing to give it to grandpa, but you give it to others."
"Grandpa, you are not injured!"
"Haha. Okay, give him a drink. He still needs to rest now and can't chat for too long."
Xiao Cheng nodded, and the soup was served. A smell of aroma wafted up, and Wang Meng's spirit was lifted.
"Big brother. What's your name? My name is Xiaocheng."
"Wang is fierce, fierce and fierce."
Wang Meng said, it's just that his behavior has nothing to do with being fierce.
Wang Meng drank a large bowl of soup, and suddenly he felt tired again, and slowly fell into sleep. In his dream, Wang Meng seemed to see Sanmao jumping around.
Suddenly, he felt that letting Zhang Xiaopang and the others come to the Great Yuan Realm was not necessarily a good thing. He had to be stronger.
The attack on the Dragon King's camp was too reckless. If Hua Jianyu hadn't happened to be absent, it might have brought disaster.
This is a world where power speaks.
In the dream, Wang Meng clenched his fists. As long as he didn't die, he would pursue power with all his strength!
The following days were the quietest and most peaceful for Wang Meng since he entered the world of spiritual practice. Xiao Cheng would cook delicious food every day, and of course she could only cook soup.
The old man's real name is Mo Chen, and he is obviously also a monk. He lives in seclusion here and needs to calm down to recuperate from his injuries. Especially in Wang Meng's situation, his most important thing now is to activate the vitality of the sea of life.
Wang Meng and the old man were playing chess in the yard, while Xiao Cheng sat on a small wooden bench and dozed off. It was so boring, why did he like to play this thing?
"Boy, your chess skills are quite good, and your chess style is so sophisticated."
Wang Meng smiled slightly. This was the influence brought by Lao Mo and it did not disappear over time.
"Old man, why is there such a big difference once you enter Small Consummation?"
"Each sect of practice has different views. Some go along with nature, some go against nature, some take advantage of the trend, and some go against it. The methods are even more different. But to put it bluntly, they are all just about cultivating the internal force and driving the external force. Before the small perfection
, we can only cultivate internal strength, but after entering Small Consummation, we can borrow external strength to a certain extent. This is an essential difference. Originally, you were just a small pool. The difference lies in the size of the pool. But once you enter Small Consummation, you
It becomes a tributary of the rivers, lakes and seas, and the vision and everything else have changed, so before Small Consummation, no matter how much you cultivate, it will be in vain."
Mo Chen smiled and said, Heizi continued to attack. Although Mo Chen looked like a gentle old man, but from the perspective of playing chess, he had a fierce style and had no idea what defense was.
Wang Meng's white stone is on top of the defense, and Wang Meng is also on the offensive in defense.
"Doesn't this mean that Xiao Yuan's previous spell skills are all in vain?"
"Haha, of course not. Everything you realize is a kind of wealth, and it will become a kind of power when you reach Small Consummation. But sometimes this power will not necessarily be reflected in combat effectiveness." (To be continued)