The cold moonlight shines, reflecting a ruined wall and a dilapidated scene.

The misty smoke floats in the night, making you feel even more drowsy.

Cough cough, with a cough, Meng Zhao lifted the dead man who was already like mud in his hand, supported the ground with both hands, and slowly got up.

The originally luxurious and neat clothes have been torn and cut open by countless qi forces, contaminated with dust, wood chips, gravel, and long hair bands have disintegrated. Now they are swaying in a mess, covering their faces and looking extremely embarrassed.

Not only that, Meng Zhao vomited two taels of blood from his mouth shortly after he stood up, but his breath was not weak and his eyes were brighter.

The blood vomiting was caused by the strong external force, the internal organs were vibrated, and blood stasis was produced. Now the blood was discharged, and with his cultivation and physical strength, there was no major problem.

After returning to Meng Mansion, absorb the essence of the wood from the Earth Spirit Pearl to practice for one night, replenish vitality and activate blood vessels, and then you can recover as before.

"It's still too weak!"

Meng Zhao sighed in his heart, but he explained his current strength and situation. No matter how powerful the magical power or invincible talent is, it seems to be vain before it cannot be fully exchanged into strength.

Now, he couldn't even stop the aftermath of the two innate masters fighting. One of them did not even come in person. It can be imagined that if he really wanted to attack him, there would be no possibility of resisting it.

The reason for his ruthlessness is that he directly pulled a young man who practiced the true power of the inner family to act as a flesh shield to slow down the first wave of impact damage. This shocking attack that destroyed the entire Minghua Tower would have to be cultivated for at least two or three months before he could recover.

He was the only one who could do this at that time and dared to do this.

If you die, a fellow Taoist who is not dead, I am not a good person. Meng Zhao has never been a good person and will not claim to be a good person.

In addition to Meng Zhao, of course, many masters survived, and they all staggered up one by one at this time. However, compared to Meng Zhao, they were just a little embarrassed and spit out a mouthful of blood with a little relaxed look, most of them were extremely miserable, with a weak breath and suffered a lot of trauma.

Ru Yu Tianye, even though he practiced the unique skills of the Yugu Sect, his horizontal practice was amazing, but he had a broken rib and was unable to move. The eldest son of the Huang family, his thin and short body was originally restrained by the essence, blood and energy, but in order to practice the secret method, he is now greatly damaged and depressed. The young master of the Wang family, his legs are covered in blood and wailing in pain, slapped the messy ruins ground, and tears fell like rain...

The only one who was intact was Tang Ling'er, who was surrounded by Zheng Kexie, who was weak in energy. He was not even very messy in his clothes, as beautiful as ever.

It was obvious that the True Lord of Fire Dragon had a protective means on her, so she could be safe and sound in the face of such an impact.

This is the benefit of having a big backer and a big background. If there are people above, they will naturally have many methods.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Lu Le was also miserable at this time. His right arm was scratched by a scattered sword energy, and he was bleeding. He was not dodging in time. He was afraid that he would lose an arm and followed the footsteps of the God Eagle Hero One-Armed Sword and others.

Not only that, his face was pale and bloodless, and his energy was more than 50% weaker. It was obviously resisting the remaining energy, his vitality was seriously damaged and he suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Meng Zhao shook his head, supported Lu Le with his left hand, pressed his right hand against his back heart, and entered a wisp of pure internal breath to suppress internal injuries and regulate his scattered internal force.

The Red Flag makes the inner breath domineering, scorching like magma, good at fighting and fighting, and is not very good at treating injuries. Therefore, Meng Zhao is not stingy with internal strength, but dare not input too much inner breath to avoid hurting Lu Le.

If you really want to treat your injuries, you have to go back to Meng's mansion and ask the doctor Tong Shen to treat it. I guess there will be no major problems.

"Young Master, the situation is not clear yet, so you don't have to waste your internal energy for the little slave."

Lu Le was moved and said pale.

"Okay, it's just a wisp of inner breath, it's nothing."

While speaking, Meng Zhao glanced at the current situation.

Minghua Tower spans two streets, front and back, covering a vast area. The jade building and flying eaves and arches were originally a first-class exquisite building. Now, the buildings from top to bottom collapse, the broken wood bricks and tiles collapsed, and most of them were blown and dispersed by the energy. It can be said that they have accumulated over decades of accumulation.

Of course, these were not what Meng Zhao was concerned about. What he really cared about was the whereabouts of the little Marquis Fang and the eunuch Zhu Guangxi. Tonight's events were purely a disaster, and they were all brought to the two of them, but now they are gone.

However, these two people did not show up.

A thriller, there was a sound of fiddling and pushing on a ruined body about three meters high, and a very faint and fearful sound was heard.

"Ahem, the fourth brother, the fourth brother, save me, I'm here, the fourth brother..."

Meng Zhao just now wondered if Meng Xi was killed by this remnant force. Now that he heard the sound, he secretly said that the disaster had been left for thousands of years. However, he still stepped forward with Lu Le, opened the piles of various wooden wreckages, rummaging while searching,

"Brother, don't worry, Ale and I will come to save you now."

Soon, a person covered in blood was dug out. Who would it be if it were Meng Xi?

But at this time, the eldest son of the Meng family was extremely miserable. Apart from those who were killed, I was afraid that his injuries were the most serious among the people present.

My right eye was inserted into a wooden thorn that flew from somewhere. The blood was stained with dust and the blood was muddy. I was probably blind. The arms were strangely twisted from the elbows, in a very terrifying arc, and they might have been broken.

What's even more terrifying is that when Meng Zhao helped him up, he wanted to input an internal breath to suppress internal injuries and regulate internal energy. He actually found that Meng Xi's body was like a big funnel. The originally strong internal force was dissipating at an abnormal speed, and the internal breath he input also quickly dissipated without any effect.

It’s like, it’s like, the Dantian has been destroyed?

The second acquired realm of energy storage and transformation into the sea is to open up and condense the dantian. It is the top priority of warriors. It is also known as the foundation building of the great way. Without dantian, it is equivalent to a useless person. Except for a few magical skills that can repair dantian, magical medicine, and damage to dantian is equivalent to the failure of martial arts.

Meng Xi looked in panic at this moment. Although she had always looked down on Meng Zhao and even had many disputes, she still trusted and was closest to Meng Zhao, who had blood relationships.

As for relatives, brothers, breaking bones and connecting tendons, compared to outsiders, of course, their own brothers are still reliable.

Therefore, he pressed it against Meng Zhao's side, for fear that Meng Zhao would throw him away, and he kept muttering in his mouth.

"The fourth brother, go quickly, leave here quickly, we are no match for us...

My eyes hurt so much that I can't see anything anymore. Are you blind?

I want to kill that eunuch, kill him..."

Twist and turn, chatter, and bewildered.

As the eldest son of the Meng family and one of the heirs, Meng Xi has always been aloof, domineering, arrogant, and powerful in the past.

However, now there is no sight. It seems that I am scared by the dangerous situation just now, and there are signs of mental collapse.

Meng Zhao's face was solemn, and it could even be said to be ashen. Looking at Meng Xi, she didn't know what she was thinking, so she gave Lu Le a wink and asked him to simply deal with Meng Xi's injuries while comforting her.

Today's incident is really broken.

In Nan'an and even Jizhou, if Marquis Fang died or even others died, there would be no big trouble. The sky was high and the emperor was far away. Many people did not want to cause too many troubles at their doorstep, and they were not safe.

But Meng Xi suffered such a severe blow and might even become a martial arts waste, which would be a big trouble.
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