Chapter 122

Meng Su carefully studied the map drawn on animal skin in his hand and determined that it was indeed a real map, but why was it so similar to the fake map he drew? Was there such an amazing coincidence in the world? Meng Su became more and more curious about that grave mountain.

Meng Su put away the treasure map in his hand and was about to leave when suddenly a clear divine sense was transmitted into Meng Su's brain—save me.

Meng Su was familiar with this divine sense. It was issued by the white crow. The white crow was a monster spirit and had already been released by Meng Su. How could it appear here again?

Meng Su looked into the distance. This place was not far from the swamp, so it was sparsely populated. Coupled with the night, the quietness here formed a sharp contrast with the bright lights in the distance.

A white light spot drew a white line in the pitch-black night. It was precisely that little white crow. The white crow seemed to know that Meng Su was in front, flew to Meng Su, and then stopped on Meng Su's shoulder. A little girl's voice said anxiously: "Run. He is coming."

Meng Su was slightly stunned: "Who is he?"

"Run, if you don't run, it will be too late."

Meng Su hesitated for a moment, and a pitch-black fist arrived in front of Meng Su. Meng Su focused his mind and threw a punch, meeting that black fist.

With a "boom", Meng Su's fist hit the empty space. That fist suddenly scattered, and the scattered fist made a buzzing sound. Countless tiny mosquitoes surrounded Meng Su.

Meng Su operated his demon body, and a black and white vortex appeared in the dark night. That vortex rolled countless mosquitoes in, and then sucked dry their spiritual energy. The mosquitoes turned into flying ash and dissipated into the air.

Then the vortex turned, and Meng Su's true body appeared. A pitch-black skeleton palm appeared in front of Meng Su. Black Qi filled the skeleton palm, and a small amount of mosquitoes flew around the skeleton palm. It seemed that the mosquitoes Meng Su just scattered were the flesh and blood of this pitch-black skeleton palm.

Using mosquitoes as flesh and blood, what kind of supernatural ability is this?

Seeing that the palm in the shape of an eagle claw had already grabbed his head, Meng Su raised his right hand and pointed at the skeleton palm. The Universe Needle flew out from Meng Su's finger, carrying a whirlwind, and pierced through the skeleton palm.

The skeleton palm had cracks, but it didn't shatter. It still grabbed towards Meng Su's head.

Meng Su took a step back. This step was already ten feet away. What made Meng Su unexpected was that the palm was still on Meng Su's head. It seemed to have crossed the void. This was a lock, different from the demonic intent lock of the Demon Realm. This was a lock on a purely physical level.

It seemed that if he didn't solve this palm, Meng Su wouldn't be able to avoid this fatal blow.

Meng Su lowered his body slightly. The Domain Blade was already in his hand. The Domain Blade drew a transparent blade shadow and slashed the bone hand above his head into two halves.

The Domain Blade split the bone hand, and the blade intent that stretched for a thousand miles continued to slash forward. A scream sounded in the distant swamp: "This is a Supreme weapon? Who exactly are you?"

A huge vortex stirred in the swamp. This vortex turned into a pitch-black and filthy mud dragon. The mud dragon stirred Meng Su's Domain Blade's blade intent, and Meng Su's blade intent was slowly worn away under the stirring of this mud dragon.

The skeleton palm in front of Meng Su retreated rapidly. When it was a hundred feet away from Meng Su, it stopped, and then began to grow flesh, slowly growing into an old man. The old man had black clothes and a black beard, leaning on a cane, with two blood-red small snakes wrapped around the cane.

The old man took a step forward, and the person disappeared, and then appeared ten feet away from Meng Su. The old man hunched his body, as if he were weak and couldn't stand the wind, but Meng Su didn't think so. This person could block a blow from a Supreme weapon, at least at the peak of the Demon Saint. But this person looked like he was only at the Demon God realm. This was unreasonable. Such a powerful Demon God was already at the level of a Demon Son in the Demon Realm. Could it be one of the seven great Demon Sons of the Demon Capital?

The old man raised his head and glanced at Meng Su. This glance almost made Meng Su's soul and flesh separate. At the critical moment, Yan Dao's soul body emitted a powerful soul power, stabilizing Meng Su's soul body.

The old man's eyes were hollow, without flesh and blood, and his head was hidden in a black cloak. There was not a bit of flesh on his head, just a black skeleton head, but there was a beard on the skeleton head. This made Meng Su feel incredible.

This was not the main thing. The main thing was that the hollow eyes actually had a powerful suction force, and this suction force was directly aimed at Meng Su's soul.

But the old man didn't get any benefits either. Who was Yan Dao? He was the heaven's pride among the heaven's pride of the Demon Realm, famous for ten thousand years, a leader among Demon Venerables. Who could challenge his soul body? Only to see a soul light appear in front of the old man. This soul light turned into a soul knife and pierced into the old man's brow with one slash.

The old man let out a strange cry and retreated rapidly. The whole person turned into a whirlwind. In the whirlwind, countless mosquitoes made a buzzing sound, attempting to hide his soul power in the countless mosquitoes.

But that soul knife had a powerful locking power, and one slash cut the old man's soul body into two halves.

Faint blue fire emerged from the old man's body. This was soul fire. This soul fire was relatively weak. Originally, the relatively weak soul fire was reduced by half by Meng Su's slash.

The soul fire retreated rapidly and condensed into a black-clothed middle-aged man in the distance.

The middle-aged man looked at Meng Su, his face revealing fear.