Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Since the ceremony could not be started for the time being, King Su Tian took the initiative to arrange the defense of Xiagudi.

After all, each of them knows that the road to success will be accompanied by disasters and obstacles.

Not to mention anything else, there is a high probability that Xiang Qing will make some moves, so preparations have to be made.

At this time, there are not many masters here, but the ones with the highest cultivation level can be considered to be among the top in the whole state.

There are people like Sipeng, Mo Li, Wei Hua, Yuan Qing, Qiu Lian, and Meng Zhao.

The worst among them should be Qiu Lian. Of course, on the surface, Meng Zhao is not much different from him.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces a lake on one side. The vast blue waves in the lake are boundless as far as the eye can see, shrouded in thick fog. It is difficult to see the whole picture. Basically, no one starts here and ignores it.

Therefore, Su Hongtu focused all his defenses on areas surrounded by mountains on three sides.

There happened to be six people, so they formed a team of two: Sipeng Weihua, Moli Mengzhao, Yuan Qingqiu Lian.

The other two teams have deep feelings, close friendship, and perfect understanding. Only Meng Zhao and Mo Li have a dull relationship, and they don't know much about each other. They just have a pure relationship as colleagues.

However, there is no objection to this arrangement, because although Meng Zhao deliberately restrained most of his power, the fierce and domineering aura he revealed showed that he was by no means a weakling.

At least, compared with Yuan Qing, he was not weak, and Mo Li could accept it.

Moreover, no matter how unruly Mo Li was, at this juncture, he would not be able to go against Su Hongtu's arrangements and show his temper.

As time passed, everyone was on guard and inspecting the surroundings, while focusing on the center of the valley, on the extremely mysterious-looking altar, and Su Hongtu sitting cross-legged on the altar.

They were all curious about what wonderful things would happen next.

"What a shame, according to the time, it's almost noon now, but this thief still looks like this."

Li Qiye raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sky was covered with dark clouds, completely blocking the scorching sun. It was even three points colder than the night, and he couldn't help but curse.

According to Su Hongtu, the best environment for him to practice is the middle of the sun. Unfortunately, this environment is almost impossible to appear now.

Meng Zhao shook his head. Normally speaking, since Su Hongtu had a way to manipulate the altar, it should not be difficult to calculate the weather and celestial phenomena. In this way, he could gather the right people at the right time and place to help him reach that realm.

Therefore, he did not think that God was not helping, but that the dark clouds above his head, blocking the sky, were most likely affected by the altar and the aura of the evil soldiers, which continuously pulled the water vapor and gathered the clouds to form such a scene.

Therefore, let alone today, even on any day, as long as the qi energy gathers on the altar and the meat Tai Sui is about to mature, there is probably no way to escape this celestial phenomenon.

This should also be regarded as a kind of disaster on the road to success, which must be overcome.

"It doesn't matter, the king is confident and calm. Just a few dark clouds will not affect the overall situation. Look, there is something happening."

After Meng Zhao dealt with it, he suddenly found something going on at the altar and called for Li Moli to watch.

It turned out that, at some point, a rich earthy yellow and aqua blue light had lit up around the altar. It surrounded the altar, kept flowing and squeezing, and finally transformed into two unicorn shapes to guard the altar.

The earthy yellow color comes from the atmosphere of mountains and forests of the earth, while the aqua blue color comes from the atmosphere of deep lakes and rivers.

The two qi are originally tangible and intangible, making it difficult for people to see clearly with the naked eye. But at this time, not only can the colors of the two qi be seen, but the two qi have also transformed into shapes, which look particularly magnificent.

"Qi turns into a unicorn. This is a lucky sign."

Of course, Li Qiye also saw this scene, murmuring in his mouth, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Meng Zhao snorted coldly in his heart. Normally speaking, the Qi turned into a unicorn, which was indeed a sign of auspiciousness. However, this beautiful Qi was just food material to supply the energy for the formation of the evil soldiers.

On the altar, the vision continued.

I saw a series of weapons scattered on the altar, dissatisfied with blood, murderous aura, evil aura, etc. Weapons, knives, swords, or axes... were soaked in these two colors of light.

Just like water soaking in, each one is also shining.

The next moment, these hundreds of weapons, regardless of whether they were made of good or bad materials, began to show cracks on their surfaces. As if in an instant, after countless long years, the cracks spread, grew larger, and finally collapsed.

After splitting, these many weapons turned into powder and scattered in the air like quicksand in the wind.

However, the various auras originally stored in the weapon took root, sprouted, blossomed, and bore fruit under the watering of the aura of the mountains and rivers.

The streaks of bright red, pitch black, deep purple, and azure auras are constantly stretching and contracting, transforming into various demonic forms that can only be seen in people's imagination.

It's a Yaksha, it's an Shura, it's a man-eating evil ghost, it's a horned horse, it's all kinds of strange things.

Such a change is really quite sudden.

Before, there was auspicious aura everywhere, a kind of fairy scene like Luotian Shang Palace and Yaochi Golden Palace. When you turn around, there are hundreds of monsters appearing, which can scare a person to death.

Mo Li had an ecstatic expression before, but his facial features immediately became distorted and abrupt, which was a bit unexpected.

"This, this, how could this happen? What on earth are those weapons?"

Li Qiye was a little unbelievable. It was actually nothing if the weapon broke into pieces. At this time, the auspicious energy around the altar was so strong that it could be revealed, which showed that its energy was huge. Some weapons had insufficient texture. After being infused, they shattered and weathered. Nothing strange.

After all, with his cultivation level, if he poured all his energy into it, he could easily break some weapons into pieces, which would not be able to withstand his huge power.

But after it shattered, it seemed like countless demons were released, but he couldn't imagine how such a ghost could exist among ordinary weapons.

He is not an inexperienced boy. He has traveled across Liangzhou for so many years and has never seen any big storms or waves, but this is the first time for such a strange thing to happen.

It would make sense if this thing belonged to some kind of magic weapon, but how could there be so many magic weapons?

Meng Zhao watched it with gusto, and even chuckled, because he saw one of the long knives being broken, and a faint purple dragon-shaped air ball emerged from it, domineering, murderous, and evil. In the middle, the order is superior.

There is no doubt that this aura comes from Meng Zhao's dragon blood, and is also mixed with the aura of murder.

This can be regarded as his back-up plan. It seems that the bald Zeng Xie completed his task very well.

This makes the arrangements he left before not in vain, and is enough to give him a chance to seize the opportunity in the subsequent overt and covert battles.