Waiting is torment, especially when waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime result, it is endless torment and pain.

Lei Wanche, the bull-headed god, the horse-faced ghost, and Liu An were experiencing this pain at this time.

They could not see what happened to Meng Zhao who entered the poison cave again. They could only guess through the various strange phenomena above the sky to what extent Meng Zhao's idea of ​​repairing the sky had reached, whether it was success or failure.

And all kinds of visions really give them endless imaginations.

Sometimes it is dark, like the night, you can't see your five fingers, and the whole sky is like a monster that opens its mouth and chooses people to eat.

Sometimes it is as bright as a sacred temple, with the blazing white light shining on the entire world, bathing the entire sea area in the extremely hot and pure white light, attracting the sea surface, and countless sea beasts leaping into the sky, like moths to the flames.

Sometimes, waves of insects sounded from the sky, which made everyone feel numb all over, as if they were crawling on their bodies by countless ants.

Sometimes, there will be long roars like the yellow bell and the big lurk, full of majesty and domineeringness.

Of course, everyone has a weather vane that can be used as a reference to speculate whether Meng Zhao's actions are going smoothly.

That is whether Lei Wanche's mental state has been improved, whether it is affected by the vague whispering sound, and whether it is relieved.

After all, this symptom occurs because of the sequelae world, which devours the small world of the poison cave, and this causes sequelae.

As long as Lei Wanche's symptoms are relieved, it means that the progress of the devouring of Lei Ze's small world has slowed down or even stopped, which indirectly shows whether Meng Zhao's plan to repair the sky is successful.

Lei Wanche's feelings were actually very vague. After all, what he felt from the beginning was a vague whispering sound that seemed to exist, but did not seem to exist. He always felt that it was sensible.

Now, the feeling is also very vague. It seems that this situation has been alleviated, but it seems that it has not. It is completely impossible to prove whether Meng Zhao succeeds.

Of course, this is also a result of the tug-of-war. If the five-color stone is placed directly in his hands, all his strangeness will disappear and he will naturally feel it clearly, but now it is still a lot worse.

After waiting for three hours, in the end, after a drought-torn thunder broke out, all the visions disappeared without a trace in the sky, becoming blue as blue as a wash, and white clouds were blooming again.

The blood light in the sky was no longer visible.

At the same time, Lei Wanche's expression of relief, who had completely escaped some trouble, also explained everything.

"Everyone, this is done?"

The Niu-Head God was both excited and a little disappointed. He was excited that the feat of Buying the Sky was really worthy of being a special book and was named after history.

The loss lies in the fact that such an epic and legendary scene I have never seen, and maybe it is a lifelong regret.

Lei Wanche exhaled a long breath of turbid air, his face full of ease, but there was a little confusion and gloom in his eyes, and said,

"It's done, all the abnormalities on my body have disappeared. It must be that King Menglong made the sky successful!"

He now has many ideas, many thoughts, and many contradictions.

Judging from his original intention, he surrendered to Meng Zhao and gave up some of the interests of the Jianmu Cave Heaven and even the future Lei family. He was absolutely reluctant to give them to Meng Zhao. No matter how powerful Meng Zhao was, it was meaningless to him. Instead, it was just a compromise under helplessness.

But after getting Meng Zhao's help several times and multiple times, seeing Meng Zhao's amazing performance, I always involuntarily admire and look forward to such a strong man.

He didn't know what the reality of those romantic figures looked like in truly ancient myths and legends, and whether it was so legendary.

But he knew that Meng Zhao was definitely the most amazing person he had ever come into contact with now, no doubt about it.

He even felt a strange loss. How could such a genius hero be a member of the Lei family and why wasn't he his son?

The three brothers of the Meng family, Meng Jizu, Meng Zheng'an and Meng Hongdao, were the ones who were most afraid of Meng Jizu, but the ones who were most regretful of Meng Zheng'an.

Just like Yuan Shu’s thoughts about Sun Ce, I have a son like Sun Lang, and it’s almost the same thing to hate when I die.

Of course, Meng Zhao didn't know Lei Wanche's thoughts, otherwise he would have to scold him for being a fool.

The real Meng Laosi of the Meng family is certainly a powerful figure, but compared to his protagonist who has been through time and has been a son of luck for two lives, he is not at the same level at all.

It was not that Meng Zhao grew up because of the Meng family, it was entirely that Meng family was glorified because of him.

This is not an exaggeration. The starting point of Meng Zhao was above all the people who were carrying the Ziyuan Dragon Body and the Divine Mirror of the Heaven.

Even if he traveled to a beggar, he would rise all the way with Meng Zhao's insight and golden fingers.

Perhaps, without the background of the Meng family, it will slow down and there will be no such amazing performance, but it will be a matter of time before it grows up.

So sometimes Meng Zhao is thinking about it himself that too many king bombs are not good, they are invincible, they push them flat, and lose the stimulation of ups and downs, and eventually they will become dull and boring.

Of course, if you want to choose, of course, it is better to choose Tianhu to start, crush all the way, and enjoy the shortcuts.

As for the bullhead and horse-faced ghost, it is relatively simple. The word "reverence" is enough to cover everything.

Shi Jiawen was even more frivolous in his eyes. He was full of expectations for Meng Zhao's teaching his nameless mind method. He wanted to find time immediately and beg Meng Zhao to give him the next level of practice method and obtain the martial arts and strength that could catch up with Meng Zhao as soon as possible.

In the sky, the vision disappeared for less than a stick of incense, Meng Zhao finally appeared again. At the same time, the island that connected to the poison cave had shrunk by one quarter of its size for no reason, which made everyone quite dumbfounded.

It was not that they didn’t pay attention before, but because the island was surrounded by rich white fog, they couldn’t find it.

Everyone used their light skills together, flew across the sky, fell onto the small island again, and met Meng Zhao.

I saw that the King of North Menglong had changed a little more than before, which surprised everyone.

First, in terms of temperament, Meng Zhao seemed to be immersed in the great cause of repairing the sky at this time. His every move exuded a sacred aura, which made everyone feel ashamed of themselves, and involuntarily aroused a sense of humility and a thought of worship in his heart.

Secondly, it is in appearance. Meng Zhao's temples were originally dark purple, but at this time, they were much lighter, and even mixed with a lot of white silk. With whiteness, Meng Zhao became much more vicissitudes.

However, this is by no means aging or lack of vitality, but rather a kind of perfection and sublimation.

Third, it is in momentum.
Chapter completed!