As soon as the Canglong Armor came out, the immense pressure caused by the Demonic Buddha's Dharma Body was immediately relieved by 50%, and the situation of Yuan Bin, Niu Dali and others was also much better.
However, they had no time to care about this at this time. They just stared and bit their lips. They were not aware of the sweet blood flowing into their mouths. The shock and excitement in their hearts could not be calmed down for a long time.
In the eyes of Niu Dali, Yuan Bin, the fierce monk, and the wealthy young man like Maitreya, the demonic body of the Buddha is already unrivaled in power. It can absolutely sweep through the innate and have no rivals. Even the masters are afraid that they will have to deal with this. The power of such a top grandmaster retreats from its edge.
Of course, what do they see now?
In terms of momentum, Meng Zhao was able to tear apart a part of the realm-like aura of the Demonic Buddha's Dharma Body. With a dragon's roar, it even dispersed the changes in the celestial phenomena, aroused fear and cowardice in everyone's hearts, and destroyed the demon. The terrifying shadow brought by the Buddha's dharma body has been swept away. This is simply impossible.
But now that it has happened, everyone knows that this cannot be the earth-shaking improvement in Meng Zhao's strength. It can only be the transformation brought about by the armor he obtained from nowhere.
"What kind of treasure is this? It's so powerful that it can compete with the demon Buddha relics I teach?"
The person who said in a daze was the young man who was as handsome and smiling as Maitreya. His state of mind was very high-spirited, calm, and his Zen mind was like a mirror. Even if Lin You was killed, there had never been any big fluctuations.
However, when he saw Meng Zhao wearing a blue dragon armor, his aura was domineering and iron-blooded, like a proud and roaring dragon king from ancient times, with immeasurable divine power, boundless majesty, and endless holiness, he was truly moved.
Only people within the sect can know what an incredible treasure the Demon Buddha's relics are and how much power they contain. How can a mere piece of armor be compared to the Demon Buddha's relics?
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
But now, the unbelievable fact has happened. The Demon Buddha Relic has indeed met its opponent.
Instead, his mind was clouded by another layer of shadow. If, what if, what if, even the demon Buddha's relics could not help Meng Zhao, or were even defeated, wouldn't it be like a sheep falling into a tiger's mouth when they come this time?
He couldn't help but think a little more in his heart. This was because he was clever and clever. If it were another person, he might not have thought of this. He was being cautious.
The thoughts in the fierce monk's mind were relatively simple, and his thoughts were much purer. That was Meng Zhao, who was truly unfathomable, undefeatable, as powerful, perfect, and mysterious as a god.
Whenever he thought that this was all of Meng Zhao's strength, all of Meng Zhao's methods and background, and when Meng Zhao was about to be defeated, this young man who is now famous as Dayong would always use the most explosive and direct means. This way, break his thoughts and tell him what is the true pride of heaven.
Meng Zhao can do things that others cannot do, and Meng Zhao dares to do things that others dare not do.
As for the origin of this armor, and even its mysteriousness, the fierce monk was not very impressed.
Who Meng Zhao is, he didn't know at first, but now he knows that such a strong man, a genius, even if he does not count his own huge family background that exceeds 90% of the world, just his personal adventures, blessings, and treasures obtained by chance, then It must be quite good. It is normal to have one or two treasures at the bottom of the box.
Even if Meng Zhao came up with some heaven-level magic weapon now, he would take it for granted.
I don’t know if Meng Zhao’s impression on him is getting deeper and deeper, his influence is getting bigger and bigger, and his inner demons are getting heavier and heavier. The great monk has a faint tendency of Meng Zhao. Although he doesn’t really show it, it’s like this in his heart. Thought.
In contrast, Yuan Bin and Niu Dali could not restrain their ecstasy, their faces turned red and they wanted to laugh, but they were afraid of causing any accidents and did not dare to make any unusual noises, so they could only endure it.
Yuan Bin ignored the burning pain at the moment, and his internal organs felt as if they were being abraded by a knife. He used the skill of transmitting sound into the secret and said vigorously to the cow,
"Young master is really a genius. Under such situation and pressure, he has the means to turn the tables. I am completely convinced."
It’s hard not to accept it, Meng Zhao is now a figure far beyond his level.
Although everyone is born with innate abilities, there are also differences in innate abilities.
Just like when people are born, some are only one and a half meters tall, while others can grow to two meters or even higher. The difference is obvious to the naked eye.
In the same way, Meng Zhao's martial arts strength and potential far exceeded Yuan Bin, so that was all. Meng Zhao had the tendency to crush him in the family world, in terms of reputation and even in terms of rare treasures.
Under such circumstances, Yuan Bin truly began to surrender to Meng Zhao, and the only distracting thoughts in his heart were completely eliminated.
Niu Dali was also filled with emotion and replied in an unpredictable tone,
"Who says it's not the case? I thought I was dead this time, but I didn't expect there was a chance of survival. I really want this brother. Anyway, if I can survive, I plan to follow him."
He has a clear positioning of himself. He dominates the world and is invincible. There is no need to think about it at all. It is almost like a dream, but if he can follow a powerful person, he may not be able to make full use of it.
He once selected this target person as the Supreme Demonic Dao and the successor of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Later, when he met Meng Zhao, he thought he was the person he was looking for.
Now it seems that Meng Zhao may indeed have little to do with the devil, but it is no longer important.
In front of Meng Zhao with such strength, in front of Meng Zhao covered in armor, what about the descendants of the Heavenly Demon Palace?
People must learn to face reality, and reality is not so bad for Niu Dali, but very friendly. Isn't this also a kind of good fortune?
Of course, what the two of them were most curious about at this time was the origin of the armor on Meng Zhao.
It was so domineering and majestic, and it was as if it were one with Meng Zhao's Qi Ji. There was no disharmony at all.
It was as if, as if, it grew out of Meng Zhao's body.
Yuan Bin even doubted whether this was a kind of innate magical power brought about by the emerging insect after breaking out of its cocoon.
But on second thought, he rejected the idea.
Supernatural powers are also based on actual strength.
The silk that day was indeed a secret skill and magical power brought by the feathered insect, but this armor, which was like a blue dragon, was definitely not it.
This is definitely a rare treasure, extraordinary.
Of course, it was impossible for them to recognize the specific origin of the armor.
In the entire land of China, there are probably only a few people who can recognize it.
After all, Emperor Yu of Great Xia was really far away from this era, almost at the end of time.
The deeds he left behind were mostly scaly claws, dragons suddenly appeared, clouds covered the fog, and there was even less about the armor.
However, it doesn't matter if you can't recognize it. As long as it's strong enough, even if it's a battle armor trained by a dog, it's still a good battle armor.
Moreover, having a battle armor does not mean that a comeback is guaranteed.
The Dharmakaya of the Demonic Buddha still stands like a god among the mountains, like another peak.
And the war between the two is about to break out.
