After Huang Meng slapped seven or eight more palms, he started to sweat slightly. He was not as relaxed as he showed. Up to now, he was still very burdened.
The most obvious thing is that Huang Meng used his deep internal strength to support himself in the air and suppressed Zhao Lei with his advantage in the air, but now he is back on the ground.
In particular, the Eight Evil Ghosts have turned pale, their legs are weak, and upon closer inspection they are still trembling, and they are faintly unsteady on their feet.
What's more, some people are already staring at stars and are about to faint. Huang Meng's true energy consumes all their energy and spirit. The more it is consumed and the longer it takes, the greater their losses will be.
After this battle, no matter they win or lose, they will lose at least twenty years of their life.
Although Huang Meng was not in good condition, he felt better and better as he fought. This kind of power made him obsessed, and he was immersed in it unconsciously.
Huang Meng felt as if he had become a god. He looked at Zhao Lei, who was like a murderous god just now, but now he was avoiding his attacks in embarrassment. Everyone looked at him with awe and fear in their eyes.
This was more addictive than Huang Meng's wealth and high status. It reminded him of the night he became a man.
Last time, Huang Meng only tried it for the first time. He initially felt the power and then canceled it. This time, however, he really enjoyed himself.
boom! boom! boom!
The Blackstone Gang's headquarters was almost in ruins. Most of it was done by Huang Meng himself. He didn't know how much he had lost. Those precious woods and precious stones were all turned into a pile of rubbish.
It was not his home that was demolished. Zhao Lei didn't feel bad at all. He tossed and turned and easily avoided Huang Meng's attack. Although his attack was powerful, it was too slow and his method was too simple.
It was very easy for Zhao Lei to deal with it. He also wanted to see where Huang Meng's limit was and how wonderful his favorite Thirty-Six Transformations of Tiangang was.
But as he dodged, he found that Huang Meng's frequency had slowed down, and he was a bit inconsistent. Whenever he used up the previous move, he had to wait for a while before using the next one.
Huang Meng also noticed that Zhao Lei seemed to be sneaking around and playing with him, never confronting him head-on. He would always look at him calmly and playfully after dodging his attacks.
Huang Meng suddenly woke up from this addiction. When he turned around and looked around, the people around him were already unfamiliar and a little unfamiliar.
The Black Stone Gang that Huang Meng was proud of, the foundation he had worked so hard to build, was now in ruins, and the corpses of his gang members were scattered all over the field.
puff!
Huang Meng turned around and saw that one more of the Eight Evil Ghosts had fallen. The one who fell was like a mummy, and his whole body had been sucked dry.
The condition of the remaining seven is not very good either. Everyone is dry and wrinkled, as if they have aged dozens of years. They are all in their twilight years. They still have one breath left to hold on, and they are buried in the loess. Reached the hairline.
After the first one fell, the remaining seven shared his pressure, which became the straw that broke the camel's back.
Death seemed to be contagious. They fell to the ground one after another until the last one was their boss and the one with the highest martial arts skills.
He took one last look at the sky and was about to leave this world. He thought he had looked down on life and death, but unexpectedly he felt some nostalgia at this moment.
He glanced at Huang Meng again, and finally fell to the ground. The brothers who had been looking at him were finally leaving this world. He was too tired in his life. He was an orphan since he was a child, suffering from hunger and cold. He didn't have enough to eat until he met Huang Meng.
He has also regarded Huang Meng as a father since he was a child, going through life and death for him, and now he has completely dedicated his life to him.
The only warmth in his life was meeting twelve other brothers and a father who was half utilitarian.
No matter if he was tired or died, at least the thirteen of them died together, and they could have a companion on the road to hell. In the end, he breathed his last in relief.
Huang Meng is not an emotionless person. He has raised these thirteen brothers since childhood, and everyone is like his son, although he has never expressed this emotion.
Now Huang Meng looked at these sons, each one looked like a mummy, which reminded him of dried bacon.
Their laughter, every word and every action came to his mind.
Before Huang Meng had time to grieve, as the last person died, Tiangang changed thirty-six times and completely collapsed.
The huge Huang Meng seemed to be deflated after the last person fell, and returned to his original state in the blink of an eye.
Not only that, Huang Meng's formerly strong body began to gradually shrink, his hair also turned from dark to gray, and his originally flat face became wrinkled, like a rag that has been kneaded repeatedly.
Huang Meng found that the power that fascinated him had disappeared, and his strong body had become decayed and weak.
Slowly, Huang Meng found that he couldn't even straighten his waist. He could only hunched over and his legs and feet became weak. His eyes, which could have seen Zhao Lei's hair, became dim as if they were covered with a curtain. , exuding an irresistible smell unique to the elderly.
Huang Meng has finally become like his sons. What he just squandered was his own life, and he will have to pay it back after all. What is not his is not his.
Zhao Lei was right next to him. He watched Huang Meng transform from a strong middle-aged man into an old man.
Suddenly Huang Meng covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently. When he lowered his head to look, he found his hands full of blood, unknown lumps, and teeth that were originally white but were now yellow and black.
"I'm not willing to give in! I'm not willing to give in! God, why do you do this to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Meng opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were cloudy. Only the last trace of breath was left in the world.
Until then, Zhao Lei came to Huang Meng's side in a flash, and quickly searched his body up and down. Except for a few hundred taels of silver notes on his chest, there was nothing else.
During this process, Zhao Lei also called out Granny Hei, without wasting any time. After Granny Hei received the order, she entered Huang Meng's mind and took advantage of the last opportunity to search for his soul.
Within a few breaths, Huang Meng lost his last trace of vitality, and his soul was completely destroyed by the soul search. Granny Hei also got what she wanted at the last moment and left the body.
This time Granny Hei's time was short, and Huang Meng's soul was also extremely weak, but she did not suffer much damage.
After Granny Hei came out, she passed all the memories about Tiangang Disha in Huang Meng's mind to Zhao Lei, and then some of the treasures and secrets about the Blackstone Gang that she found in her mind, everything that could be found, Also stuffed it to him.
