After sending these people away, Meng Zhao held Liang Muqiu with one hand and Zhuer with the other, slowly strolling on the flat path of Mengjia Manor, with a leisurely mood.

Although the surroundings are tightly guarded, no one dares to peek at the privacy of the master's house, so they are far away. Even if they stay in the tower or steel dock fort due to their duties, they will subconsciously turn their faces away and dare not look in the direction where Meng Zhao is.

Meng Zhao actually didn't care about these things. When he returned home, he was much more relaxed. Even if someone was a little out of character, he would not be too demanding. He just asked about the recent situation of the Meng family with his two daughters Liang Muqiu and Zhuer.

In general, during the period when Meng Zhao left Lingwu City and headed to Kunnan, Lingwu City was generally relatively calm, and there was no big wave, as always.

In recent days, the arrival of the Li family of nine surnames was like a dragon crossing the river, causing a big storm in the city. Several families scored and several left the market, leaving a large blank interest area in the city, which was considered a big fat pig, waiting for everyone who sharpened their knives to come and slaughter them.

After discussing with Liang Muqiu, Lu Le and others, they felt that although Meng Zhao was not there, there was no need to be too reserved and conservative. After contacting several forces with good friends from the Meng family, they also participated in the ranks of dividing interests and gained a lot of benefits.

Especially for the Meng family's fleet, six additional large cloud sea treasure wood ships are of unlimited value and have a greater voice on the waterway. Although it is not yet the top fleet, it can barely be considered first-class.

More importantly, as a city that relies on water veins to connect all directions, water transportation can directly affect the rise and fall of the city and the strength of the fleet, which can actually indirectly reflect the status of a force in Lingwu City. The Meng family made a lot of money this time.

In addition to this, what Meng Zhao is most concerned about is the secret realm of the cave heaven in Yongling and the ancient battlefield of gods and demons.

In response to this, Liang Muqiu's expression also became solemn, and he replied,

"In this ancient battlefield, something unusual happened on the ninth day after Meng Zhao's departure. Later, Han Pu passed the news to the manor. After we discussed it, we decided to send someone in to try it.

Five times, we sent fifty experts who had received special training into it, and in the end we only came back less than four, but found two secret places.

One is a blood pool, which is not known how it was formed, but it is much more precious than the precious medicines we take every day. The key is that the quantity is large enough to be used to create acquired martial arts masters in batches. It seems that there is some blessing effect for horizontal practice.

On the other side, it was shrouded in smoke formed by a layer of black evil spirit. This smoke was very dangerous and seemed to have the ability to disrupt people's minds. Most of the people we sent out affected their minds and killed each other because of the evil spirit smoke.

However, later we found that absorbing a small amount of this evil smoke is very effective in tempering the mind and condensing the will."

This information gave Meng Zhao a lot of surprises. The ancient battlefield of gods and demons was the second secret realm he knew in addition to Tu Xiu's treasure, and it was also the second one he mastered.

Compared to Tu Xiu's treasure, this ancient battlefield of gods and demons is undoubtedly much more dangerous. Song Zhiwen knew that this battlefield of gods and demons had not explored much for so many years. He was obviously afraid of the dangers. Perhaps the suspected broken fingers of gods and demons were already the biggest gain he had gained from it.

At this time, Meng Zhao had already obtained two treasure lands that can be called accelerator of cultivation through this ancient battlefield.

The blood pool should correspond to the human essence. The essence is strong and the body is strong. The practice of martial arts will naturally be smooth and can nourish and increase the foundation. The more important thing is that the quantity is large enough that it can allow him to mass-create masters.

The evil smoke is even more important, because it involves the secret of refining the gods, which is also an insurmountable level on the path of innate enlightenment to the master.

Meng Zhao had a sudden idea, suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile,

"Could it be that A Le, Cao Zhan, Zhou Hu and others can break through the innate realm, which is related to these evil smoke?"

Liang Muqiu looked at Meng Zhao with admiration and pride, but the man I chose, nodded,

"Yes, they used the evil smoke that the dead soldiers put in porcelain bottles. After a period of spiritual hardship, they made a big move to break the innate level. I think this is also an excellent resource for cultivation.

Although there are certain risks, the benefits are also huge.

Now we have many acquired great perfection under our command, and have the potential to impact the innate powers. If we use this haze evil spirit to cultivate them, as long as the martial arts will is strong enough, the innate realm will not be untouchable.

More importantly, this haze evil energy does not have much side effects. Even if it fails once, you can try again. If it fails twice, you may have no hope of being born for life."

As he said that, Liang Muqiu took out a small porcelain bottle from his cuff and looked at Meng Zhao provocatively.

"How about it, the evil fog is contained in it. Compared with what Lu Le and the others have absorbed, it is several times more intense. The danger is naturally uncommon. Should I give it a try?"

Meng Zhao smiled slightly, and after he suddenly realized the emperor's qi-seeking technique and embarked on the path of studying the world and man, his spiritual realm and spiritual cultivation could be said to be a thousand miles a day and earth-shaking.

He was a human being in two lifetimes, with a strong soul origin and a unique talent in the world. In addition, this adventure and spiritual cultivation are no longer limited to the general innate level.

The evil smoke in the ancient battlefield of gods and demons may be extremely risky and beneficial to others, but for him, it may not be the case.

Meng Zhao let go of the two of them, took the evil fog bottle from Liang Muqiu, opened the red plug, and saw a thick fog as dark as ink floating out, and there seemed to be indescribable weirdness and gloom inside.

Meng Zhao was very brave. With a slight sucking, he saw that the thick fog was like a green dragon sucking water, and it all sank into Meng Zhao's mouth and nose, bringing an extremely cold touch.

At the same time, after the evil fog entered the body, it continued to stimulate Meng Zhao's various emotions and had the effect of triggering hallucinations, which was really magical.

Unfortunately, Meng Zhao just let out a slight hum, and the evil mist was spit out by him, scattered into the world like normal smoke. Obviously, the sinister and strange spiritual power contained in it had been refined by Meng Zhao.

"It's quite interesting, but unfortunately it's useless to me."

Liang Muqiu was not surprised. He knew Meng Zhao's ability, and it seemed that he had gained a lot this time.

Zhu'er looked at Meng Zhao with great admiration, as if there were stars hidden in her bright eyes.

The three continued to chat while walking, and Meng Zhao also told the two about his experience of going out. Most of them could be said, but a small part of them were not willing to say much.
Chapter completed!