Creation: I Am Azathoth

In the underground space, the sound of falling water can be heard endlessly.

Meng Ying punched again.

"boom!"

However, this seemingly invincible punch was blocked.

The tantric abbot described it as haggard.

But it was this wooden pole-like body that blocked Meng Yan's attack.

The abbot of Esoteric Buddhism pressed Meng Ying's fists, showed compassion, and said:

"Benefactor, turn your back and be right."

However, Meng Ying just twitched his hand, and the abbot of Tantric Buddhism grabbed his hands and was freed.

"Buddhist Esoteric King Vajra, not bad!"

Meng Ying gave a comment, and in the next second she punched again, and the fist collided with the hands of the abbot of Tantric Buddhism.

The abbot of Tantric Buddhism retreated dozens of steps in an instant, stepping on the hard rock to make three-inch-deep footprints.

"But it's only good!"

Meng Ying's fist was like a tide, and she pressed towards the abbot of the Tantric School.

The abbot of Tantric Buddhism said:

"The benefactor is indeed profound in Taoism, and poor in Taoism is not enough. But whether to return or not has nothing to do with the profoundness of Taoism.

Meng Ying made a strong attack and replied:

"I made up my mind when I was a child, and I asked myself every day, is it really what I have been asking for all my life?"

"The answers are always the same."

"In the era of chaotic conquest, only the Zulong can bring peace to this land."

"Only he is qualified to be the head of the Kyushu class.

"To turn back is to me a breach of trust."

"The Master's Dharma is not enough to shake my mind!"

Meng Ying's mind is as firm as a rock, and she is not moved at all.

More than ten punches in a row, as fast as the stars.

The abbot of Tantric Buddhism immediately sank half of his body into the hard rock, and the corners of his mouth gradually overflowed with blood.

"Amitabha!"

Just when the abbot of Tantric Buddhism was about to fail, the abbot of Zen Buddhism made a move.

One finger is like the hanging horn of an antelope, taking the meaning of Buddha holding a flower and smiling.

It is full of Zen, and it seems that I can vaguely hear the sound of Buddha.

But Meng Ying didn't dodge at all, and forcibly overwhelmed the Zen abbot's blow.

At the same time, he punched the abbot of Tantric Buddhism.

Meng Ying said:

"Immortals and Buddhas can't stop me! If you all stop, I can agree to kill Xuanzang alone."

He seemed to be admonishing everyone, but his punches didn't stop at all.

The abbot of Zen Buddhism raised his white eyebrows and said (cabj):

"Amitabha Buddha, sweeping the ground in Buddhism may injure the lives of ants, how can I see Master Xuanzang die here?"

Meng Ying sneered: "Then don't blame me!"

His punches got heavier.

Every punch is like Mount Tai collapsing, and the abbot of Zen Buddhism has no energy left to speak.

Meng Ying fought among the crowd, becoming more and more courageous as she fought.

The head of Quanzhen Sect, Zhong Yinan, went up with his sword.

A sword passed by frost.

Pure Yang Sword Qi left deep marks on Meng Ying's body.

Meng Ying took a few steps back and stretched out her hand to wipe the wound.

The muscles locked tightly to seal the blood, and said lightly:

"This sword is good, but not enough."

Even though Meng Ying was injured, she was extremely domineering.

Even if he is injured, everyone can't stop him.

Everyone couldn't refute it, because Meng Ying's cultivation had indeed reached this level.

But after all, everyone is a master of martial arts, and Xuanzang, who is weak at the side, can also attack with cassocks, which makes Meng Ying unable to end the battle for a long time.

If this delay continues, maybe Mengying's spiritual power will be exhausted first.

Meng Ying shook her head and said:

"Everyone present here is indeed a hero, and it is a shameful mission to procrastinate for a long time.

"In order to prevent the deadlock, my father gave the incompetent junior a sword."

"It should be over, too."

After all, the terracotta warriors and horses Meng Ying was wearing turned into loess.

The loess sand floats in the air to form a crystal long sword.

The crystal long sword is as exquisite as a work of art.

Meng Ying shook the crystal long sword slightly, the sword seemed to be awakened.

It volleyed and manifested in the midair [the pure brilliance like flowing water, forming a figure.

The moment the figure held the long sword, the entire aura instantly soared.

It was like a huge monster crawling out of the shadows, looking down at everyone.

At this moment, the crystal long sword seems to dominate the fate of everyone.

The figure transformed into pure radiance raised the long crystal sword and said calmly:

"I am Meng Tian, ​​Sun Sword Mountain and River!"

Under Suolongjing, everyone's expressions were extremely dignified.

They all felt an unexpected power from this sword.

The dao pattern in the crystal long sword lit up inch by inch.

A black hole devouring everything appeared in the midair, and the vitality in the world was sucked by the whale and the dragon.

In the blink of an eye, the crystal long sword in midair was as bright as daylight.

The Suolongjing, which was originally scorching hot, suddenly became cool.

The temperature plummeted, and even frost appeared on the lake.

But the surface of the lake has never frozen in the slightest.

Master Xuanzang, who was leaning against the golden-red wall, opened his eyes slightly, feeling as if he was being targeted by a giant dragon.

A sword involving the power of cause and effect.

No matter how you dodge, there is no way to dodge this sword.

If it was thousands of years ago, Xuanzang's body of the most prosperous Buddha would naturally be able to take this sword, but now he is already a dying candle in the wind.

But Xuanzang didn't have any panic.

The remnant spiritual energy in his body reached its peak in an instant, and streaks of golden light began to condense.

This is the method of the Buddhist Vajra, which is similar to the invincible body of the Vajra, but it is not so cumbersome.

Xuanzang used the remaining aura to activate the Vajra method, and his whole body instantly turned into a human-shaped gold stone.

But compared to a sword in the void, it is still not enough.

Meng Tian's sword across time and space is already the pinnacle of the world.

In mid-air, the sword slammed down.

The heads of all factions retreated one after another.

This sword is not what they can follow, even if they physically resist it, they can't stop it for a moment.

The moment the sword was drawn, the entire space was completely chilled.

The sword light was like cold water flowing down vertically and horizontally.

"clang!"

The sword light collided with Xuanzang's golden body, making a sound like a bronze bell striking.

Immediately after that, a series of cracks filled Xuanzang's vajra body in an instant.

"Crack! Crack!"

The next moment, the golden body instantly shattered.

The sword light is like water, running through three thousand paths.

"boom!"

The well water under Suolongjing was stirred up by the vertical and horizontal sword energy.

A huge sword mark appeared on Xuanzang's body, running through the front and back.

In the next moment, a big hole opened in Xuanzang's chest.

The whole body is instantly shattered into golden particles.

Golden particles are scattered on this rutile wall.

"Hawk!"

Immediately, the entire Suolongjing shook!

Something woke up!.