"Bastard, I am the twelfth prince. What kind of demon you are? How dare you pretend to be my identity!"

Putting aside the fear that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, Beitangxing is more angry and a kind of panic.

His life and glory all come from his own identity as a prince. Once he loses his identity as a prince, he is no different from ordinary people.

As for the emperor's destiny and the emperor's aura, it's okay to say that he is a royal family, but not a royal family. It's better not to have it because he doesn't have the confidence to start from scratch and build a big country and foundation.

That's why he was so shocked by the terrifying methods of the man in front of him that he actually imitated himself vividly.

At the same time, he also had an idea. I am afraid that Tan Caier, whom he had contacted before, was a real woman, and the guy in front of him who could change his appearance was fake, and he deliberately pretended to be Tan Caier.

With this idea as a basis, the exceptions discovered before can be explained.

For example, Tan Caier's hairstyle was loose at the beginning, rather than the double fairy bun that she usually combed.

For example, Tan Caier is extremely skilled in martial arts, and the real Tan Caier is far less powerful than this person.

Thinking of this, I finally felt much better. The object I had been pursuing before was a beautiful girl.

But then, the demon he faced at this time increased his inner uneasiness.

As the prince of the dynasty, he naturally knew about the perfect disguise technique, but he had never seen such a perfect disguise technique that was almost seamless, but rather a bit like the art of change in Taoist myths and legends.

In fact, it is not easy to make such changes in a simple martial arts practice, even if it is a god like Monk Huikong, it will not work.

Meng Zhao’s ability to do it comes from three points.

First, he was carrying the Ziyuan Dragon Body, and the Dragon Body was the top physical bloodline, mainly for change, adaptation, and inclusiveness.

Secondly, Meng Zhao is well aware of many fleshly martial arts, and smels horizontal practice methods into one body, condensing the body with both hardness and softness. Qi and blood are like yang, and drops of blood contain creation, which is extraordinary.

Third, it is caused by the feathered insects in the body. They have been corrupted in cocoons several times and have been reborn, and have become beyond the ordinary people's category.

It is precisely because of these three that Meng Zhao has such ever-changing ability, that men, women, elderly people, and even children, can transform perfectly by relying on their physical powers.

Even if he turned into Tan Caier tonight, Meng Zhao could have simulated and changed his breasts, but he didn't have that heavy taste and didn't have any feminine appearance. He naturally wanted to be a woman's clothing, otherwise Beitangxing wouldn't have discovered that Tan Caier was fake.

"You are the twelfth prince, so who am I? Look, we have exactly the same appearance, exactly the same figure, voice, and even martial arts. There is no difference between you and me except memory.

And I am familiar with a supreme magic skill and the great heart-devouring method, which can explore the extraordinary spiritual powers and explore people's memories during their lifetime.

As long as I kill you, get your memory, and then my supreme physical magical power changes, I am not Beitangxing, who is?"

After a while, Beitangxing said that his eyelids were twitching, and he knew that he had encountered the biggest crisis in his life.

His thoughts were like lightning, and in an instant, three hundred and sixty thoughts passed, each of which was analyzing the other party's identity.

Beitangxing thought of Lu Houer, Tan Caier, Liu Laodao, and Monk Huikong. Finally, it gathered on one person.

"Meng Zhao, you are Meng Zhao, right?

You have never left the Lu family. You have been secretly instructing Lu Houer, Tan Caier and others to observe me until you are sure that you will appear. Are you really going to kill me?"

Meng Zhao sighed. He didn't want to reveal his identity, otherwise he would not have turned into the North Tang Xing after Tan Caier's identity was exposed.

He was still worried that the other party would have another trump card and escape. Once he returned to Yujing City, it would cause him a huge trouble.

Unfortunately, Beitangxing is still a top talent carefully cultivated by the royal family, and its fate is unique and not general.

Through the clues during this period, the truth of the matter was basically restored and it was speculated that Meng Zhao was planning him.

Facing the silent Meng Zhao, Beitangxing became more confident in his guess and showed bitterness on his face. For the first time, he felt the pressure brought by the four words "Bei Menglong King".

It is not the oppression in martial arts, but the horror of this person in his scheming.

What Liu Laodao said was indeed correct. He was just in conspiracy with Meng Zhao, and he was just insulting himself.

But he still didn't understand that he might be in a bad mood with Meng Zhao, but there seemed to be no need for the other party to take such a big risk to kill him.

"I don't understand. Even if there are any conflicts or discord between us, there is no need to risk the overthrow of the clan to kill me.

Could it be because of Tan Caier?”

Beitangxing is not a elm-head, so he soon thought of the phoenix-body woman, Tan Caier.

If it is for women, it seems to be understandable.

Moreover, it wasn't him who made random guesses.

From the fact that Tan Caier did not come tonight, but Meng Zhao pretended to be Tan Caier, it can be seen that the two of them should be acquainted or even familiar with each other.

If you are familiar with the dragon body and the phoenix body, you will basically be unable to escape from the fire. No wonder you lose so thoroughly.

Lu Houer, Tan Caier, Huikong Monk, and even the Old Taoist Liu were standing on Meng Zhao's side. How could he be invincible?

"Cai'er is just one factor."

While speaking, Meng Zhao once again used the supreme magical power of the body, changing his muscles and bones, and his skin and blood were squirming and twisting, and finally turned into his true form.

At the same time, Meng Zhao's energy outside his body tore the women's clothing apart and slowly changed into a blue outer shirt in the small package he was carrying.

The long hair is loose, the ground is barefoot, and the blue clothes are ethereal, which is different from the majesty and domineeringness of the past, with a little more strange and illusory.

Seeing Meng Zhao regaining his figure and appearance, Beitangxing smiled coldly and said angrily,

"What a North Menglong King, what a traitor. Assassinating the prince of the current dynasty, do you still have the Da Yong and the Great Emperor in your eyes?

Meng Zhao, you are a genius of the world and a martial arts genius. Your future is limitless. Are you not afraid of making mistakes and regretting for life?"

Several consecutive questions showed Beitangxing's strong desire to survive.

Meng Zhao's appearance means that the whole thing has reached an irreversible level.

For a moment, he regretted that he shouldn't have been so reckless and impulsive, and called him to destroy his identity.

Otherwise, there may be a possibility of peace.

Now that the other party has revealed his identity, he is afraid that the murderous intention has been decided and it is impossible to change it.
Chapter completed!