Meng Zhao also looked at Yiheng with interest. After this old guy became possessed, although his style of behavior was even more ruthless, his strength was limited, and he was far from Meng Zhao's opponent. Even if he swallowed the essence and blood of a few people, he might not be able to change the current situation.

What's more, even if Meng Zhao succeeds in attacking the gods, he doesn't think that this guy will be his opponent. This is not conceit, but absolute confidence. Regardless of other aspects, Meng Zhao never falls behind in martial arts.

Yi Heng's eyes were cold and he looked at Xuanwei and others without any emotion.

"It's just killing a person with a weak stance. Why are you panic? Now we are about to cooperate sincerely against that young man. Otherwise, we will fall into his hands and let it knead. It's fine if we die. I'm afraid we won't be able to live, so we might as well try it."

In fact, Meng Zhao is a little confused about Yiheng's thoughts now.

The devil is also divided into different ways.

There are those who are arrogant and lawless, who follow their original intentions, never wrong yourself, and regard life and death as if they are casual.

There are also people who are insidious and cunning, who can do anything in order to survive.

It seems that Yi Heng should be the former, but since he is a sinister and cunning person, he naturally likes to pretend, and Meng Zhao cannot determine the other party’s true thoughts.

But it doesn't matter. If the hard power crushes the other party, no conspiracy will work.

Xuanwei wanted to say something else, Meng Zhao's voice had already sounded.

"You don't need to worry. There are many crises in this ancient battlefield. With my strength, you must be extremely careful. You need your information as a source of information to avoid making mistakes.

As long as you don’t resist my heart, I will not kill you all.”

"As for you, I have seized the Buddha's heart bead and then become a demon from the Buddha. It is a small hidden danger, but you can't be kept!"

As he said that, Meng Zhao grabbed Na Yiheng with neatness. There was a flow of yin and yang in his palm, and the five elements intersected, carrying the great power to suppress the world.

Faced with this capture, the living people present suddenly became dark, and they felt that the world had disappeared, and only a huge palm holding the earth slowly grabbed him.

The palm lines in this palm are like big rivers, and the muscles on it are bulging like famous mountains and mountains. There is no resistance under the mountains and rivers.

How could such a great power be owned by a young man?

Xuanwei was also sweating coldly at this time, almost scaring his heart. What a terrifying magical power and such a terrifying person. His cultivation level is not fake, and the treasures in his hand are also extraordinary.

However, when facing this palm, the whole body and mind have only one will, which is unmatched.

For a moment, they even smiled helplessly. Such martial arts were so good that they had jumped up and down before, thinking that they could pose a threat to Meng Zhao and thus gain a certain opportunity.

Now it seems that he is purely self-righteous. In Meng Zhao's eyes, what he and others do are no different from the clown.

With one palm, Yubo had such deterrence and suppression on a great master warrior like Xuanwei.

The old monk Yiheng who faced this palm was naturally deeply touched.

It has to be said that after the Buddha became a demon, his martial arts did undergo great changes.

The Buddhist teachings I practiced in the past and the scriptures I learned actually transformed my true meaning into the true scriptures of the Demonic Way. At the same time, the martial arts masters I practiced in the past have also transformed from righteousness to evil, and were very thoroughly transformed.

For example, the simplest Arhat boxing technique, his past Arhat boxing was solemn and simple, with simple moves but great power. Each move was like a mountain collapse and a land split, and an Arhat possessed it, with great power and great power.

However, after becoming a demon, the Arhat boxing technique and tricks changed, and the method of exercising strength was very different. Moreover, the true meaning of it was no longer to imitate the Arhat's feat of subduing the demon, but instead transformed into Arhat's assimilation as a demon. He was dissatisfied with the Buddha and wanted to kill the Buddha with endless grievances and hatred.

To put it simply, the authentic Buddhist martial arts have become complete magic martial arts, and this is not only the same, but the power and intention have also risen to a higher level.

This is what is called practicing Taoism for thousands of years, and it is better to become a demon overnight than to become a demon overnight.

However, there is also a premise, that is, the old monk Yiheng has extremely strong foundation, past experiences and experiences, which makes his devil very perfect, and is considered a real demon, not a generalized false demon.

His best martial arts also changed from Buddhist martial arts to magical martial arts.

Among them, Yiheng learned two great techniques from his past scriptures and martial arts.

One is to suck blood and eat souls, and to continuously strengthen oneself by swallowing the essence, blood and soul of the strong, which is a very evil martial art.

Of course, when it comes to power, it is definitely far from comparable to those famous martial arts in the Demonic Way, but its potential is unlimited and its future is promising.

If Yi Heng is not dead and can become a god or demon, or even the supreme, then blood-sucking and soul-eating cannot surpass those famous magical devouring martial arts.

The two are the method of blood escape. By burning one's own essence and blood, or usurping it, the essence and blood that is swallowed into a long rainbow of blood, just like the speed of light, with little power, but escape is the top of the top.

Yi Heng's initial idea was also very simple. By firmly fighting against Meng Zhao with the idea of ​​Xuanwei and a few people, he used them to buy time for himself to escape.

For example, at the critical moment of the battle, he suddenly attacked someone, such as Xuanwei, and then used the semen and blood he swallowed, to launch the blood escape technique and escape to the blood mist that Meng Zhao had previously been involved in.

Yiheng's observation ability is not bad. From the direction, Meng Zhao is likely to step into the white bone forest from the blood mist.

Yi Heng also understood the power of the blood mist. In the past, he must have been extremely restrained and weakened by him, and it is possible to die.

Now that he has become a demon, he has mastered one or two blood-divine magic skills, he may have found a way out of it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! The most important thing is that after he calculated, he believed that Meng Zhao would most likely not return to the blood mist.

Therefore, this kind of planning was made.

However, I can only say that the thoughts are beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Meng Zhao's capture technique turned into an extraordinary magical power that could pick the stars and moon with his hands, completely dispelled all his premeditations and destroyed all his ideas.

Such martial arts and such magical powers, let alone he doesn't even have the chance to activate the Blood Escape Method, even if he uses it, it will be difficult for him to escape from the other party's palm through the Rainbow Transformation Technique.

In the end, Yiheng could only hold infinite regret and unwillingness, and watched the big hand grab it. Without any resistance, he was twisted by a force, breaking his bones and muscles, turning into a twisted ball of flesh and blood, and finally condensed into a blood pill and fell into his hands.

With one move and one palm, not only did the great masters who became demons like Yi Heng, who had great strength and great combat power, but also used special methods to refine them into a blood pill, which made Xuanwei and others dazzled and sweated coldly.

Before, they thought Yi Heng was so cruel and vicious, so they were careful, fearing.

Now that I'm fine, Yiheng will definitely not do anything to them, because Meng Zhao is more fierce, cruel and poisonous than Yiheng, and he refines him into a blood pill.

I can only say that if you have strong ones, you will have strong ones. One mountain is higher than the other. This Yiheng has bad luck and will meet the nemesis.

Meng Zhao slowly withdrew his left palm, and an irregular blood pill the size of a small fingernail in his palm emitted a hazy bloody glow.

Meng Zhao's martial arts are among the best among the gods and men, with unparalleled combat power. It is simply a handful of pinching when dealing with people who are one of the greatest realm, without any surprises.

However, this blood pill was a little beyond Meng Zhao's expectations.

"Hey, there seem to be some demonic thoughts hidden in this blood pill. If you are not determined, no, if you are not a person with extreme tenacious mind, taking this pill will inevitably lead to a bleak ending."

To put it simply, the Blood Pill is condensed by the essence of the old monk Yiheng. The essence is naturally not only the flesh and blood essence, but also the foundation of the divine soul. In this way, such a blood pill was created.

To be honest, this blood pill is enough to be a magic warrior at the level of a great master, which is not an exaggeration at all.

Of course, this person must be able to be able to create, otherwise, if you have resources, it will be difficult to really put it to the limit.

Meng Zhao's thoughts were turning, how should he use this blood pill?

It is completely unnecessary to swallow it yourself, it is just a waste of resources.

On the contrary, using this thing to create a master who can be used for yourself may be a good use.

However, those who are truly close to you must never take this pill.

For a moment, names and patterns flashed through Meng Zhao's mind, and finally they shook their heads and rejected them.

"It is best to use this pill for a person with extremely high qualifications, extraordinary talent and strong spiritual will."

In this way, it may be impossible not only to be a great master, but also to be a god or even a god or a demon.

Some people are worthy of gold and jade, and what they lack is often an opportunity and a foundation.

Once this opportunity is given, it is like a great roc spreading its wings and a dragon entering the sea, and it is out of control.

In Meng Zhao's view, this blood pill was melted by him with his supreme magical powers, and was the foundation of a true master. If it fell into the hands of ordinary people, even if it was not qualified, it could at least become a master.

If you have ordinary qualifications and live slightly better than ordinary people, it is not a problem to become a grandmaster again, because the blood pill itself is the foundation of the grandmaster level.

If a person with extraordinary qualifications gets this treasure, it is hard to say in the future. At least the lower limit is the grand master and the upper limit, then it is unpredictable. Heaven, man, god, demon, or even the supreme are all possible, but the possibility is not great.

After suppressing all kinds of thoughts in his heart, Meng Zhao put away the blood pill and reminisces the power of the palm just now for a long time.

Needless to say, his martial arts magical powers are extremely powerful, and they are all-inclusive.

The foundation of the palm just now was actually the Buddha rhyme left by the eight hundred feet of space inside the Buddha's heart bead, which gave him the insight.

This eight hundred feet of space was created by the concise and concise of the supreme supernatural powers of the Buddha Kingdom in ancient times.

Therefore, it contains the essence and mystery of the Buddha's kingdom in the palm. It is possible to comprehend thoroughly and comprehend this magical power. Of course, it is still the same old saying, and it is unlikely.

However, Meng Zhao is not an ordinary person. Although he cannot understand the magical powers of the Buddha in his palm in such a short time, he can refer to each other with the universe in his palm that he had imagined in the past, thereby improving the magical powers and palm techniques he created and making achievements in one fell swoop.

The greatest contribution is that Meng Zhao has made essential breakthroughs and improvements in the way of space.

The Buddha's Heart Bead, the so-called treasure of space, is of course the traces and manifestations of the way of space.

Meng Zhao actually had countless ideas in his mind. Can the five-colored divine light supernatural powers, which are transformed into the Five-Finger Mountain supernatural powers that were melted on his left palm, and the Buddha fruit magic powers in his palm, be integrated and mixed together, so as to compete with and even surpass the Buddha fruits in his palm in the future?

Although this is Meng Zhao's delusion, it is not a possibility of realization.

On the other side, three people died, only five people were left, mainly Xuanwei, and they were also anxious at this time.

The shock that Meng Zhao's palm brought to them was too great.

With one palm, the sky is turned upside down, and the universe is all in it. No matter how you are the master, the divine essence is scattered, the true energy is raged, and there is no power to resist.

Meng Zhao's martial arts cultivation is about to emerge, not a great master, but a celestial being who surpasses the great master.

Moreover, he is not an ordinary celestial warrior, but a powerful celestial man who practices supreme supernatural powers.

These people can only hope that this young man who is not very murderous and tolerated them, otherwise they will definitely die.

The old Taoist priest had a relatively calm attitude after this period. Looking at Meng Zhaowang's eyes, he said,

"Your divine skills are great, and you can cultivate the martial arts of heaven and man. You are definitely not the only one who can compete with us. The five of us are willing to obey your orders."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a speeding purple thunder passed through his eyebrows, skull shattered, and the divine soul died in chaos.

It is the power of thunder punishment hidden in Meng Zhao's eyes of heaven.

This scene made the remaining four masters even more frightened and almost pissed.

Meng Zhao is really a bit terrifying. Without any prelude, he killed a great master with every move and voluntarily surrendered to Meng Zhao's hands. Who can not be afraid of such a moody and decisive person?

As for why Meng Zhao wanted to kill this old Taoist priest, the remaining few of them also had speculations.

The main reason is that the old Taoist priest's martial arts skills are the strongest among the remaining five people, and they are at the level of a great master. At the same time, according to the previous words of Yi Heng, the old Taoist priest Xuanwei has a trump card, but it is just a secret.

Such a person with great martial arts skills and trump card is not the same as Meng Zhao, or an unstable bomb that can be detonated at any time.

Not to mention Meng Zhao's choice, if they were to choose this, they would make such a choice.
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