The flames burned in all directions. Brick walls and trees were swallowed up by the fire. As early as the previous bone forging stage, the young man was second only to the Holy King. Now that he has completed the muscle-changing process and his strength has increased, it is not a problem to compete with the Holy King.
The marrow and tendons were not in sight, and with a burst of fire energy, he swallowed them directly.
Miserable howls sounded continuously, but there were only a few of them. Meng Yan noticed that these people did not react slowly in the fire. Except for a few unlucky moments when they were burned to death, the others actually hid in the three Yijins and one in the washroom.
Behind the masters of the marrow series, they unite their strength and use the Braille calligraphy to form a shield, blocking their own flames.
'Such a short distance, such a quick reaction, and the method of combining strength and strength is ingenious. The sect is truly a sect, and there are things that should not be underestimated.'
'Master, you are not sincere in your sigh. Now you are only exerting half of your strength. If you had gone all out, you would have killed these guys instantly.'
'The Heart of the Phoenix is beyond my current ability to control. Without the Seal, Wanxie True Blood is so deadly, but it is by no means unsafe. If I go all out, I might be killed instantly... Uh! Yes!
What a surprise.'
An extremely powerful force broke through the sea of fire in an instant, and the power of the Holy King came directly. There was not just one attack, but two attacks from the front and the back. The two Holy Kings joined forces to attack. Their strength was different, but they came out of Tianbi Mountain together.
One line, Meng Yan did not dare to neglect, he crossed his palms, and his ten fingers made more than a hundred shadows, and he used the three thousand trouble hands that were enlightened from the Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara.
"Boy! Looking for death!"
The Holy King who came over saw that Meng Yan did not use any weapons and used his bare hands to block his Heavenly Pen, and did not block or dodge the attacks from behind. He sneered and scolded him, but as soon as he got within two meters of Meng Yan,
He suddenly felt something was wrong.
The Arhat's Dharma is like a thick wall. Although it is not difficult for the power of the Holy King to break through, once it enters the scope of the Dharma's covering, the strength and speed are suppressed. And the young man's palm movements change, as if interpreting the great road of heaven and earth. With one grasp and one flick, everything flows out.
Wisps of invisible Qi, long and sticky, are more effective than the imprisonment written by Tianbi. They affect his movements and weaken his strength.
"You're just Yi Jin, do you want to fight against the Holy King?"
The holy king shouted wildly, raised his strength, and wanted to force a breakthrough, but the opponent changed his tactics in an instant. The sticky air threads suddenly turned into extremely cold air, which quickly condensed into ice, turning everything into ice.
Freeze and thaw, this miraculous skill that moved the Eastern Earth, would certainly not fail to be recognized by this Holy King.
"The ice-shaped and divine power of Qian Xuefeng!"
Seeing this miraculous skill, the Holy King of Tianbi Mountain was stunned. He wanted to work hard to suppress it, but an ice wall condensed first and blocked him in front of him. He clicked on the ice wall, but
Unexpectedly, the boy also hit the ice wall with a heavy blow, causing the ice wall to explode and scatter in all directions. The explosive energy forced the Holy King to retreat.
Another Holy King came from behind and directly bumped into the Arhat Faxiang. The phantom of the Faxiang swung a giant fist and struck him with it. The two forces collided head-on, and the Holy King was forced to take five or six steps back.
The Arhat's image made a sound of gold and iron like ringing a bell, and the image became flickering, obviously suffering from trauma.
The sea of fire disappeared, and the solemn Arhat Dharma also slowly disappeared. Meng Yan, who had fought with two holy kings, stood still, and a small wisp of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, which he casually wiped away.
'It's too much... In order to test my new strength, I fought with bare hands, but I still suffered a loss. If I had used the Ten Thousand Flowers Qiren from the beginning, I wouldn't have been injured... Arhat Dharma Prime's resistance is also a bit inferior.
If it is a Vajra with the strongest defense, even if it is attacked by the Holy King, it will not suffer internal injuries.'
'But every gain comes with a loss. Judging from the existing clues, the method of Vajra Part 1 is a typical Vajra Indestructible, which involves the whole body's energy and blood. Once it is broken, it is over. Not only will the internal injuries be serious, but the strength will also be significantly reduced. In actual combat,
The risk is very high. Master, your Arhat appearance was damaged and you just vomited some blood. If your Vajra Indestructible Body is destroyed, your strength will at least be reduced to Qianji...'
Meng Yan agreed with Wu Chou's warning, but the problem at hand had to be solved first. He raised his head and glanced at the two holy kings and disciples in Tianbi Mountain, "How about it? Some people think I'm too crazy.
Do you want to teach me a lesson?"
These words made the two Saint Kings choke, but for the ordinary disciples, the feeling was completely different. A warrior of the Yijin level could sweep three Ruwuwu of the same realm, drop one of the Marrow Cleansing realm in seconds, and still
Being able to attack and defend under the pressure of two holy kings, but only slightly behind, is this still something that humans can do? They are monsters! If two holy king masters hadn't come to this place, they would think now
Going to run away.
"Are you a disciple of Qian Xuefeng? Does Qian Xuefeng have a male disciple like you?"
A holy king frowned and asked. There was originally a derogatory tone in his words, but his expression suddenly changed. He remembered the recent popular rumor that Qian Xuefeng's disciples killed the Quasi-Emperor. When he heard it before, he sneered at it, but now he feels that
...Could this really happen and happen to me?
The two sides were wary of each other for a while. After a moment of hesitation, the Holy King of Tianbi Mountain said: "Qian Xuefeng dares to challenge me at Tianbi Mountain? You kill my disciples. Is this Qian Xuefeng's attitude?"
"Don't talk about sects. Mountains and peaks are not from the city. What's the difference?" Meng Yan said: "Don't say I'm provocative. Your disciples bully little girls and beat people and take possessions. I don't think so.
If you're not used to it, I'll teach you a lesson. It's time for you to thank me."
As he said that, Meng Yan had a headache. It was true that the bottle was in his hand, but Qi Laosan, the one who had taken the object, had just been kicked out by him. He was half-dead and half disabled. If he had been unlucky enough to be swept into the sea of fire, he would probably be the only one left now.
There is a charred corpse, and there is no evidence to prove it. If the other party seizes this and makes a fuss, you will be in trouble.
Unexpectedly, the other party's answer made Meng Yan feel even more headache...
"Even if this is true, I sent a disciple to deceive people and seize things, and he deserves to be punished? Even if he really deserves to die, just kill him, why do you still implicate others? The four disciples who just died were killed by you, why do you have it?
kill?"
"I...this..."
Meng Yan was dumbfounded. It was difficult to say that he was young and energetic, and he was confused. He took action casually and the power was too great. The disciples of the noble sect were too weak. Several of them died so easily. He was also helpless... This kind of statement,
It sounds like they are just lines reserved for bad guys. Even if that's the case, they can't be said.
"What's so difficult about this? It's just that you are young and energetic, filled with righteous indignation and confusion. You attack casually and are too strong. Their useless disciples are too weak. A few of them died so easily. You are also helpless.
But it’s just that they’re not good at their studies.”
A voice came, white robes fluttering, it was the young emperor elder of the Ye family, Mu Yiyang.