Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 191 Melon cracks, jujube rotten, red and white rain

From the moment Meng Hao appeared to when he was trapped in the bubble, it was a long time to say, but in reality it was just a matter of eye contact.

In the eyes of others, the picture can be described as 'dazzling' and 'extremely shocking'.

The scorching sun and sword shadow are the background colors.

Two figures, one up and one down, seemed to divide the whole world into two.

Above, Meng Hao stood high in the sky, with the sun hanging from the ceiling, spinning his body and raising thousands of rays of light, rushing down like a wave or a halo.

The powerful pressure can't help but stop breathing.

If you say the one above is extremely domineering.

Then Wu Meng below shows a completely different temperament.

Its movements are far less gorgeous than those of its opponents, and are ordinary, as if they are a rock about to be swallowed by the waves.

However, just when the two onlookers' hearts sank and they couldn't help but close their eyes, the situation turned in a completely unexpected direction.

Meng Haoyi, who was so famous a moment ago, was instantly trapped in a bubble.

Wu Meng, on the other hand, used one method after another, which was dizzying for everyone to see.

'Om! '

Wang Xumeng felt a sound exploding in his ears, and his mind went blank.

The determination and darkness on her face have all turned into disbelief and shock, with a lot of confusion in it.

I know that my junior brother is not simple, he has the talent of a young immortal.

But Shaoxian is not like this...

Her numb mind was forced to move, thinking, didn't the junior brother himself say before that he had not broken through the foundation building yet?

Could it be that the junior brother was aware of Meng Haoyi's approach at that time and deliberately paralyzed the enemy?

Her thoughts were messy and she couldn't think clearly.

Beside her, Zhou Yunuo was much calmer, but his expression was no less exciting than hers.

Just now.

There was a sudden change in the field!

It was a bubble that trapped Meng Haoyi. The light and shadow that were originally as shallow as water gradually became clear and concrete.

The light and shadow intersect and meander, evolving into a bizarre and weird 'small world'.

Wu Meng has tried it many times before.

This technique cannot reach the level of skillfully seizing the lotus heart, but is more like the shadow of a mayfly. After being used, it consumes a lot of mental energy and requires seven or eight days of recovery before the spell can be used again.

In past experiments, bubbles often had their own experiences transformed into them.

It relies lightly on reality, and its essence is closer to a combination of fantasy, understanding and dreams.

But now, Xuju was used on a living person for the first time, but it showed unexpected changes.

The bubbles became dark and unspeakable, revealing layers of rock walls, dark and moist, as if attached to a layer of fishy mucus.

This is an underground or underwater cave.

At the end of the cave, there are densely packed chains that look like spider webs. The chains are engraved with hundreds of millions of tiny ancient texts, and spiritual light flows between the strokes.

Every once in a while, there are golden talismans hanging down like bells, looking mysterious and deep.

As the light and shadow changed, a broken body covered in blood and flesh was quickly outlined in the center of the chain.

It was covered with scales, haunted by ghosts, and exuded an indescribable aura of terror.

It seems to have been left behind from ancient history, but it still seems to be alive and waiting for recovery.

Wu Meng was slightly startled and recognized him at a glance.

Isn't this the remains of Wanyou Jiao? !

It was different from what he saw in the fourth level of the Qianyuan Umbrella monk's sacred treasure, but the aura was the same.

Not only that, under the misty ghost, the remains of the body seemed to be sitting cross-legged, shaped like a divine statue.

It is very similar to the visualization picture that he took from Long Pei.

So, this is the scene in Youjiao Palace?

In Meng Hao's mind, the image of Wanyou Jiao was trapped in the virtual realm?

He didn't have time to think too much.

In the bubble, the darkness at the top of the cave suddenly surged violently.

It seems like something is condensing.

next moment……

The black mist turned into clouds, the rock surface turned into the sea, and the originally flat ground turned into a vast ocean, stirring up whirlpools.

A huge Wanyou Jiao appeared with its head raised, swallowing the clouds, and its tail entering the sea!

Its momentum filled the sky and the earth, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds. Even the wandering thunderbolt seemed to be afraid and did not dare to descend.

Wu Meng's eyes flickered.

This……

Isn't it the scene I saw in my own divine treasure?

Looking at the seemingly patchwork and distorted scene in the bubble, he understood that both the caster and the receiver were in the process of virtual evolution.

So, the real mechanism of this technique is to compete the immortal consciousness of both parties?

In reality, the 'immortal consciousness' that does not have actual power can actually be embodied in the virtual world.

This was something he had never expected at all.

Of course, it was too late to think too much at this time.

Everything fears comparison the most, and the remains of the Nether Dragon that Meng Hao transformed into originally looked extremely high-end.

But when the complete body that stirred up the storm appeared, the taste changed when I looked at it again.

The feeling you feel can be described in four words...

‘Half-dead’!

The gap is actually larger than it appears.

I saw the Wanyou Jiao in the sea suddenly opened its mouth, setting off a gorilla storm, eroding and beating the chains to pieces.

Immediately, a long and narrow black tornado spewed out from its mouth and swept the remaining body into its belly.

Click!

Thunder and lightning.

The fantasy is frozen!

波~

A faint but particularly clear sound came into the minds of several people.

The bubble bursts, as if it had never happened.

As soon as Meng Hao turned from emptiness to reality, he seemed to be nailed in the air without falling. His face was dazed and confused, and his eyebrows were slumped. There was no trace of the high-spirited look he had earlier.

Not only that, that heroic face also became visibly darker.

Compared to Wang Xumeng, who had been seriously injured for nearly a year, it was no less impressive.

Zhou Yunuo's gasping voice came from behind: "His heart, mind, and soul have been severely damaged!"

Ordinary spiritual arts, such as Five Elements Magic, require a very high level to involve these aspects.

Usually, the foundation building stage can only be slightly involved. When it comes to the golden elixir and even the Nascent Soul, the water and fire gathered by the magic will have more magical effects in this regard.

At the level of Qi training, although it is rare, it is not unheard of. For example, Wu Meng's Yun Shen Pu is a divine consciousness spell.

But the trinity of heart, spirit, and soul is unheard of.

Zhou Yunuo's vision was extremely high, and because of this, she saw some tricks.

This shocked her so much that she almost lost her mind.

She stared at Meng Haoyi blankly and thought subconsciously.

The monks of the Heart-Refining Sword relied on the sword light in one hand to attack alone, without any extra means. In order not to affect the situation, they did not even carry any extra magical weapons.

In such a situation, Heyuan Spiritual Cultivator might still be able to struggle with the help of life-saving magic weapons.

However, practicing the Heart-Refining Sword is already in a desperate situation.

This view is half true.

Meng Hao's pupils lost focus.

He felt as if he had fallen into an endless nightmare, and seemed to be wrapped in layers of cobwebs.

He obviously has a lot of strength, but he can't exert any strength at all. Now, all the energy in my body has been drained away little by little, and I feel emptiness, fear, despair...

And at a loss.

He didn't understand that he was the one with the absolute advantage, that everyone in the Sword Ruins had been afraid of him for several years, and that he had been completely recognized by the Four Levels of Power...

Why did he end up in this situation?

Previously, while it was still in the air, the three clever lotus hearts sank into his body.

Memory, perception, many things that only belonged to him were stripped away.

He should have been extremely averse to the cold, but he had no time to care.

Because, the breath of the netherworld is already lingering on the tip of my nose!

Just die like this?

Killed by the natives of Sanzhou who were far inferior to him in every aspect?

In a daze, Meng Hao thought of his old rival Wang Xumeng.

I thought of the painful memory of that time when I had my bones and my heart cut out.

He had already endured such a desperate situation, so what could he not do now?

As his thoughts turned, in an instant, the sharpness that had disappeared in his heart reappeared, like a sharp sword, cutting through all the negative emotions.

Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his slumped and gloomy face was stained with a bright red from excitement.

His eyes were even more shining.

Sacrifice the sword!

Since escaping from Wang Xumeng, he has been gathering momentum for twenty-five years.

Just one sword for this! !

"Do you think this is over?"

Meng Hao had a flash of thought.

Wu Meng once escaped from hundreds of sword beams, and he obviously had extremely strong life-saving means.

As the leader of the Young Immortals, how could he fail to consider this?

The solution is the ‘Thousand Meteor Sword Soul’!

Although this sword soul has not yet fully integrated into the state of mind, it is like a second sword in the body. It can accumulate sword power and can naturally cut out a second sacrificial sword.

The price is spiritual damage that will require a lot of effort to repair later on.

But this was a desperate situation. If he could take out his heart, he wouldn't even blink an eye, let alone a mere foreign object!

Meng Hao's thoughts suddenly turned around, and he already thought of a few breaths later.

At the same time, a dazzling sword light converged from his limbs, illuminating the whole person in a dazzling way, like a second hanging sun.

He grinned and opened his heart.

At the moment when the Sword of Sacrifice was about to take shape, Wu Meng used the imperial tactic to retract the three lotus hearts at the same time.

The Xiaoyan Spirit Insects and Nether Dragon Spirit Water, which had long been ready to attack, surged up first.

The lotus heart turned into brilliance and drew out from Meng Hao's body.

With the support of today's spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, the power of this technique is naturally not comparable to that of the middle stage of Qi training back then.

What's more, the three lotus hearts were recycled together!

He saw the other party's body suddenly darken, like a candlelight in the wind.

The ‘accident’ doesn’t stop there.

The Nether Dragon Spiritual Water dissolved the bones and corroded the blood, and the turbulent flow it created swept through Meng Haoyi's chest. The wisp of ink-colored thunder contained in it rushed straight into his state of mind along his heart veins.

boom!

As if an unexpected calamity had struck his heart, a big hole was burned into Meng Hao's mind.

For a moment, distracting thoughts, worries, and complicated emotions tied him tightly.

And these are the things that Po Qi Zhenyi ‘dislikes’ the most.

The sword light all over his body was completely extinguished!

"impossible!!"

Meng Hao stared hard, his boyish face was extremely ferocious, and his blood vessels were bursting.

"I do not believe!!"

He struggled hard, and the spirit of Qianyu Sword changed from virtual to real, and appeared from his mind.

The second sacrificial sword is about to be slashed out.

But Wu Meng seemed to have expected it, or maybe he never thought about holding back from the beginning to the end. At just the right moment, a storage bag hit him in the face.

Bang!

Rolling demonic energy swayed out of it, seemingly with a crazy smile.

The strange momentum caused the surrounding situation to change drastically, and even the sunbeams of Yanjian Tian could not penetrate.

For some reason, the demonic shadow suddenly turned into the appearance of Song Mang.

It even accurately restored the ragged and crazy appearance at the bottom of the lake that day.

It seemed like a thousand words gathered into one voice, shouting: "Son! As a father, I will save you right now... I will save you right now... Hahahaha!!"

Meng Hao fell into a daze, and his expression also became despairing and distorted.

Wu Meng had experienced it before, so he naturally knew that even though the demonic shadow was still on the opposite side, the 'main force' might have already entered the inner lake.

However, the Master's appearance appeared at this moment, which surprised him.

Is it possible that at this moment, the other party is 'repeating' the scene from that year in his heart?

Thinking of his master, Wu Meng felt a sense of violence in his heart and wanted to tear him into pieces.

However, it was suppressed and smoothed out in an instant.

This was the influence of his inner sin. He could already clearly distinguish it. Although it had weakened a lot over the years, it still remained.

After dispelling the impulse, he turned to the lake, stretched his eyebrows, and bowed slightly.

A gust of wind blew.

His figure slowly disappeared.

I don't know when he appeared behind Meng Haoyi.

Punch out!

Bang!

The melons are cracked, the dates are rotten, and the red and white flowers turn into rain.

Although it was at the back, little bits of it still inevitably fell on the forehead and cheeks. It was hard to say whether it was warm or cold.

Wu Meng did not wipe it off in a hurry, but quietly felt it for a moment.

Immediately, the finger tips in his sleeves flickered.

There was a burst of explosion, and Meng Haoyi's remaining body burst into flames, instantly turning into a large torch.

After a few more breaths, a breeze wrapped around his fingers, gathering the dust and dust, and was washed away by the Nether Dragon Spiritual Water.

As for the red and white field among the grass blades, it is naturally left to the Xiaoyan spirit insect.

The place fell into an eerie silence.

Not even the sound of breathing could be heard, because the two people watching had forgotten to breathe.

It was Zhou Yunuo who came to his senses first.

She pretended to turn her head, but actually blinked her eyes hard, unable to believe that the scene in front of her was really happening.

Looking back, Meng Haoyi had no scum left.

The young man who was as dazzling as a star, the young immortal with a bright future, just disappeared quietly into the grassland by the lake.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, or even if she had seen it with her own eyes, she would still have difficulty believing it.

If the news here spreads to the outside world, I don’t know how much waves it will cause!

Her eyes fell on Wu Meng again.

This guy is so skilled at destroying corpses and eliminating traces.

Methodical, leak-proof, diverse methods, rich layers...

I don’t know how many times I have done it before I can do it so professionally.

She said to herself, then saw the other party turning around: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Zhou."

"Thank me...for what?" Zhou Yunuo looked confused.

"I haven't been able to find a good opportunity to kill this beast. It's just the right time for my fellow Taoist to lead it here."

Zhou Yunuo was puzzled: "Meng Haoyi has been shining brightly in the past few years. If you want to, you can find someone with your eyes closed..."

Wu Meng nodded and smiled: "Fellow Taoist, what you said is exactly because it is too dazzling. If you approach rashly, you will be clearly photographed."

"Isn't it good?" Zhou Yunuo just opened his mouth, then swallowed it back.

(End of this chapter)