The fight between the demon's shame and the scum of Buddhism, no matter how weird it is, has gone beyond common sense.
But it still cannot erase the danger of their fight at this moment and the huge impact of the radiation of power.
The collision of two powerful and opposing forces tore apart the space layer by layer, shattering everything visible to the naked eye into nothingness.
The air was squeezed, crushed, kneaded, and spread back and forth in the same space... and finally completely collapsed, forming a vacuum.
Whether it's flames, strong winds, or the wood rules that should be abundant in this secret realm, they are all being rejected at this time, leaving little room for survival.
Meng Xinghe made a preemptive strike and held it empty-handed with one hand. In his palm, a transparent and crystal knife had already hovered.
This was manifested after he condensed part of Meng Han Dao's sword energy into his palm.
The strange thing is that this is just a small knife condensed with sword energy, but it is like a magic weapon. It is not only full of spirituality, but also has a real entity.
After spending a lot of effort, Meng Xinghe threw the knife in his hand and flew towards Xumi.
The sword flashed, and a red mark appeared on Monk Xumi's eyebrows.
In his eyes, the darkness that originally filled his eyes was receding like a tide, and the blood and killing intent quietly dissipated.
Even the demon behind him roared unwillingly, but after staring at Meng Xinghe, its huge figure disappeared.
Meng Xinghe took a deep breath.
Although I feel a little regretful, but... Xumi is now blocking the way and it's too troublesome... I still want to kill him happily.
However, Meng Xinghe's regret and happiness did not last long.
In an instant, the figure of Monk Xumi who had been hit by a knife between his eyebrows disappeared like a bubble.
The monk in white robes reappeared in another place and looked at him with a pale face.
"How can it be!"
"The sword energy emitted by the Menghan Sword is not an ordinary sword energy. It spans time and space and cuts off the past and the future. This is its ultimate ability. Even in ordinary terms, it can annihilate souls, cut off vitality, and even He has a certain ability of recourse. Even with the skills of a substitute and a substitute for death, Monk Xumi cannot escape."
"Why is he still alive?" Meng Xinghe was really shocked now.
The surprise he received at this time was even greater than when Sumeru summoned the demonic form before.
"Everything is like dew, like lightning, like the bubbles of a dream. Monk Xumi has not only deviated from Buddhism, but also mastered the extremely powerful way of demons. At the same time, he has also reached a certain level in the practice of Buddhism. He should have put his own Certain relics are hidden and leave the mark of the true spirit. In this way, the true body is like a dream. The death of the body is like the death of a dream, and the body remains after waking up from a dream."
"I just chopped off one of his relics before..." Then, Meng Xinghe came to his senses again under the guidance of his main body.
Then he wanted to condense another sword energy in his palm.
But he felt a tearing pain in his palm, as if something was about to burst out of his body, explode out of control, and he couldn't bear it at all.
"No! It can't be used anymore. My control over the Menghan Sword is not as good as I want it to be. If it were the main body... I could still suppress it a bit with the help of my powerful cultivation and the power of my soul. And I'm just a clone. , Insufficient ability...cannot be used multiple times in a short period of time." Meng Xinghe thought, but at the same time, he also dispersed the shadow of Ksitigarbha behind him.
Using Buddhist Dharma to fight against the demonic Dharma is a temporary and helpless move.
If you push it too hard and really attract the attention of that Buddhist great master, you will get burned.
"Do you have any other methods?" Meng Xinghe looked at Xumi and asked.
Xumi clasped his hands together and looked at Meng Xinghe with lowered eyebrows, as if he was not the one who had been directly possessed by the devil before and summoned the devil's dharma.
"The poor monk has already tried his best. If the benefactor strikes again, the poor monk will have no choice but to surrender and pay for it with his life." A smile appeared on Xumi's face, and there seemed to be a sense of relief in that smile, even... expect.
After Meng Xinghe looked at it, he said instead: "It's a pity... I can only use such a knife once. It will be difficult to use it a second time in a short period of time."
"Although this is our first official encounter, we know each other very well."
"I have always regarded the other party as an imaginary enemy."
"I am just a clone, but you are the real body... Under such circumstances, it would be unreasonable for you to have no choice but to compete with me."
The breath of Monk Xumi gradually stabilized and became more restrained and soft.
"You are right... you are just a clone. Before I find you, it will be difficult for me to really kill you... It seems that my mission cannot be completed. Then... I still want to ask you In other words, do you really not want Immortal Emperor Taihao to be resurrected?" Monk Xumi asked.
Apparently Monk Xumi also reacted.
It was meaningless to fight Meng Xinghe like this at this time.
Now that the Menghan Sword has been pulled out, the one who truly masters the Menghan Sword must be Lin Xi, not Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe was just a clone. To go to all the trouble to kill such a clone could only be regarded as a complete mission, and it would not bring any benefit to the final result he wanted.
"You may not believe me, but I still want to tell you... In fact, you can't see the answer you want on this road in front of you. Some things... from the beginning, are destined to be different from what you expected. "Meng Xinghe stopped talking.
Because Meng Han Dao began to stir inside his body again.
This seemed to be a warning to him not to talk nonsense, let alone reveal some truth.
Meng Xinghe's words suddenly stopped here.
Although Monk Xumi is smart, he is not a roundworm in Meng Xinghe's belly. In the absence of necessary information reference, it is impossible to draw correct conclusions.
No matter what he thought, he could only retreat temporarily.
"You know, I'm not giving up."
"And if you insist on making this move, then I will definitely do my best to stop you."
"We have fought in secret many times, this time...I will definitely win." After saying that, Monk Xumi turned around and left.
He seems to have some other confidence.
Meng Xinghe didn't know where his confidence lay, but he would never take it seriously.
"Have you ever thought about it... seizing Qingxiao Realm and making it your own... is also a way out." Meng Xinghe shouted to Monk Xumi's back.
Monk Xumi did not look back.
After Monk Xumi left.
Meng Xinghe tore apart the last weak point of the secret realm and held a fragment that was one-fifth the size of a wooden sign in his hand.
Abundant life energy surges on the wooden tablet fragments, and through it, you can faintly see some wood elements and life rules.
Not a bad harvest!
But this fight with Xumi seemed to be meaningless?
