"Qingqiu Demonic Sutra!"

At this time, Wang Meng watched the martial arts in his mind and felt that the two words were "obscure".

The martial arts are indeed good martial arts, but it was obviously different from the present in ancient times. Many expressions seem even more obscure, and the martial arts throughout the martial arts are a mysterious and mysterious flavor.

On the contrary, the current martial arts seem more "simple".

However, with Wang Meng's cultural level of cultivation, no matter how mysterious it is, it does not hinder understanding at all.

After browsing it briefly, Wang Meng secretly exclaimed the mystery of the martial arts in his heart, which is worthy of being the martial arts of the ancient heavenly court.

Looking at a strange mask manifested on the jade platform, Wang Meng did not understand the clergy of the Heavenly Court, nor did he know who the mask corresponds to?

Wang Mengzhi gently held it in his hand, with an extremely special material, extremely lightweight.

And it is even more mysterious. At least Wang Meng's mental power is difficult to penetrate it.

Looking at the other three people standing aside, Wang Meng asked, "Three sirs, I wonder what kind of clergy is the corresponding one of my masks?"

The Emperor of the South Pole smiled and said, "This is amazing, the master of the Heavenly Court, the Emperor Gou Chen of Qingqiu."

Doumu Yuanjun also nodded and smiled and said, "Yes, this is one of the six emperors of the Heavenly Court, and it is nominally the same as us."

Wang Meng hurriedly said, "I dare not, I dare not."

Wang Meng knew that the code name was just a code name, and strength was the most fundamental one.

Emperor Donghua said solemnly: "Come on, catch up as soon as possible."

The Emperor of the South Pole smiled and said, "Okay, don't joke about this little guy, so hurry up and go and get the Qingqiu Demon Slaying Sutra. In the future, you can use this technique to act with the Heavenly Court mask to ensure that your identity will not be leaked."

Emperor Donghua also nodded: "Yes, the Great Zhou court is very afraid of my Heavenly Court. It is best not to expose my identity if you can not expose it."

The Emperor of the South Pole laughed and said, "Donghua, you don't need to remind him that Gou Chen is definitely very experienced, especially the disguise technique, who has not reached the level of Yangshen, and he will definitely not see through it."

As he said that, the Emperor of the South Pole couldn't help but laugh.

Wang Meng just smiled slightly at the teasing of the Antarctic Emperor.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was another month.

At this time, in a palace in the Heavenly Court, Wang Meng was wearing a red gold and white robe similar to the rest of the people.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the breath in my body seemed to be invisible, constantly disappearing, and even gradually merged with the air, as if it was transparent.

This is the true meaning of the Qingqiu Demonic Sutra.

Quietly hidden between heaven and earth, moving like thunder!

The more you disappear during normal times, the less you attract attention, and this technique can reach a deeper level.

These days, Wang Meng also learned that this Emperor Gou Chen was a similar figure in the ancient heavenly court.

He was born in the Qingqiu family and has always been famous for his wisdom and ideas.

Later, when he led troops to pacify the demon clan, he also practiced many tricks, which was consistent with the artistic conception of this technique.

It is obvious that at this time, the aura on Wang Meng's body became increasingly vague and he was already a beginner.

After a long time, Wang Meng opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he sighed slowly: "As soon as the Emperor of the South Pole and others said, the martial arts of the ancient heaven are difficult to get started, but once you get started, it will be easy to practice later."

These days, Wang Meng spent several days recuperating his injuries, and then spent more than half a month studying the exercises, which was the beginning of hard work.

After getting started, my practice was smooth and there was no obstacle at all.

I have to say that this is very different from the current practice.

Ancient martial arts are difficult first and then easy, but difficult to get started, and easy to master. This is for geniuses to practice.

However, today's martial arts are easy to start and then difficult, which is in line with the public.

In terms of calculation, it is also in line with the development trend of martial arts.

At the same time, Wang Meng thought of something and immediately left his palace and headed towards a palace in the center.

There was only one person in this palace at this time, and it was Doumu Yuanjun.

When Doumu Yuanjun saw Wang Meng, he spoke, "Gou Chen, why are you here?"

Wang Meng clasped his fists a little: "Mr. Doumu, I'm just here to inquire about something."

"Oh? What news?"

Wang Meng said, "I don't know if Lord Doumu knows Zerotian?"

Doumu Yuanjun nodded: "Of course I know, didn't you kill me?"

"I want to ask about Serotian's identity."

Doumu Yuanjun said: "He is nicknamed the Old Man Yinsha, and is an evil way. He offended Jingjiantang a few years ago and was chased and killed. Later, he defected to the Cao Gang and barely protected himself."

When Wang Meng heard this, he frowned slightly and said in his heart: "Cao Gang"?

Why did the Cao Gang come back to chase him?

Is there any matter in the Cao Gang in the Seven Heroes Society?

Wang Meng was a little suspicious.

But Doumu Yuanjun looked at the silent Wang Meng and smiled slightly: "Gou Chen, do you want to know why you were chased?"

Wang Meng looked at Doumu Yuanjun and spoke sincerely: "Please say it clearly, sir."

Doumu Yuanjun said with great interest: "I can't tell you this for nothing."

Heaven is an organization similar to an alliance, following the principle of equivalent exchange between each other.

All the Antarctic Emperors said that they were very free to Wang Meng.

Wang Meng didn't hesitate and said directly: "I don't know what I can help you?"

Doumu Yuanjun smiled gently: "Not now, but if you really want to know, you owe me a favor."

Wang Meng did not hesitate too much when he heard this. Wang Meng would not be stingy with the help of people who were helpful to him.

This was also a good opportunity to get in touch.

Wang Meng nodded simply: "Please tell me clearly."

Doumu Yuanjun was in a good mood after hearing Wang Meng's agreement. She was still optimistic about Wang Meng. Now she was even more satisfied with her favor at a small price.

Doumu Yuanjun also spoke neatly: "You are hunted and killed has something to do with the two of you."

"One is the young master of the Cao Gang who is sick and hiding the sea, and the other is the head of the Huo family, Huo Nanguan..."

Listening to Doumu Yuanjun's story, Wang Meng immediately understood the relationship.

The Cao Gang wanted to expand its interests, so he used the Huo family, who had a relationship with the Haisha Gang, to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, and he was just implicated.

Listening, Wang Meng frowned slightly: "Is this Cao Gang too..."

Doumu Yuanjun smiled softly: "What are so? Too overbearing? It's obviously a trouble for Huo, but even you all have the subordinate forces?"

Wang Meng shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it's just that I have nothing to do with Huo. You can know just by investigating it a little."
Chapter completed!