Seeing Tushanjun whose technique was exactly the same as his own, Meng Zhi stood ready.
Only at this moment did he finally feel the power of his master, Tu Shanjun.
The Taoist and Divine Communication was picked up in his hand, as if he was deliberately waiting for him to use it.
Just like the hell knife just now, after he took action, he never used it again. It wasn't that he didn't want to use it anymore, but after being defeated by his master, he found that he could no longer use the magical power of Azure's third transformation.
"Do you want to take back everything you taught me?"
"Master."
"You are so proud."
"I am no longer that weak Golden Elixir monk."
"Now I am stronger than any god-forming monk!"
Meng Zhi said loudly: "You have said that you were not born divine, but were trained by demons to become a soul flag. From then on, you have great magical powers. So, you are not a divine weapon spirit at all."
"Don't say it's not the spirit of a divine weapon, even if it really is the spirit of a divine weapon."
"My tiger soul body can also kill and absorb it for my use!"
"Master, you use the Soul Reverend Flag too cautiously and conservatively. I won't do that."
With one step in the air, Meng Zhi, who evolved into the three-phase method with Tao and demons in one body, was like a god made of dark golden light.
Wherever the God-cutting Demon Soldier Tiger Soul moved, the world surrendered to it, everything was silent, and even the aura of spiritual intelligence seemed to have completely become the Tiger Soul's nourishment, spreading out quietly.
The magic soldiers turn.
Heaven and earth spin.
It seems that there really is a supreme tiger walking freely in the mountains and forests, patrolling his divine kingdom.
Meng Zhi walked step by step, and the spiritual aura on his body became stronger and stronger.
When the footsteps fell, the earth trembled. Along the way, the All Saints were bright, and Xu Tian opened his bloody mouth to swallow the demon-relegated immortal completely.
Tu Shanjun raised his head slightly.
His figure is very tall.
However, it seems so small in the vast sea of consciousness. It seems small, but in fact, every step he takes is steady.
The tiger's roar could not affect him, and the sharp holy light could not stop him. Even the bloody mouth of the virtual god in the sky turned into a warm spring breeze when it came into contact with the Taoist patterns beside him.
The red-haired figure of the three-phase dharma body came slowly.
I walked for thirty steps before finally stopping.
He opened his palm and gently covered it.
Buzz.
Whether the infinite evil energy exploded, or the space collapsed and squeezed out with a dull sound, the palm he extended fell gently like the hand of heaven, freezing the time and space in front of him.
Meng Zhi, who was wielding the knife, was shocked.
Looking up at the sky, he seemed to really see the big hand that captured the sky under the gathering wind and clouds.
No.
That's not an invisible hand.
But something tangible.
The evil is like the sea of clouds suddenly becoming majestic, and the silt swallowing up the vastness of the sky.
The fierce purple energy coming from the east completely replaced the sky.
Purple-black thunderbolts emerged.
Separate chaos.
Maybe it wasn't a real thunder, because what pierced through the thousands of purple energy was a huge cornice.
The brackets stand steeply, and the coils are solid. The long oblique flying wings are carved with exotic animals, either upright or sitting... or lying down or upright. It is not until the entire huge oblique angle completely flies out of the fog that the real glazed tiles and green tiles are revealed.
Black as the sky.
The mist seemed to be squeezed by the palace, but also like the tide receding.
The building that looked like a main hall was actually a huge shrine, and the shrine seemed to slowly come out of the black mist.
No, what came out was not a shrine at all, but terrifying and strange evil ghosts. The ghost hands stretched out from the water, and a tall evil ghost about ten feet climbed out.
Ripples.
More evil spirits emerged from the shallow pool of water, and within a short time, the originally vast pool of water was crowded with densely packed ‘people’.
They either stood up or lay down on the ground, but without exception they all walked forward, step by step...
There are three-foot-tall starving ghosts with mouths as small as needles, giant ghosts with heads as big as buckets, green-skinned ghosts with green faces and fangs, pale-faced ghosts, hanged ghosts that spit out long tongues,... sting ghosts, snake ghosts, three-body demon ghosts...
…
At the top of the raging ghost mountain.
The shrine looks like a huge ship, Luan Yu.
Moving slowly.
The giant hand that Meng Zhi saw grabbing the sky came from Luan Yu, and the Luang tent was lifted up respectfully by a ghost.
In the endless darkness behind the tent, a blue-black ghost hand emerged.
At first glance, only the broad sleeves of that palm can be seen, but upon closer inspection, it looks like an infinite black sky covering the world.
Buzz!
The palm falls.
The immortal-like Taoist body immediately collapsed.
The tiger soul demon body also turned into smoke and dust.
Without the presence of the Dao Demon, the human body in the center is completely revealed.
Meng Zhi looked at the Demon Soldier Hu Soul in his hand in shock, only to find that the Tiger Demon Sword had turned back into the original green cutting god sword. He could no longer feel the three-phase Dharma Body, and even the Tiger Soul Dao Body could no longer feel it.
Use.
"You have already made me stronger than I was back then."
Tu Shanjun dispersed the three-phase Dharmakaya, and the Xutian God behind him also retreated into darkness.
The sweeping purple-black sky fog and the endless tide are silent.
This time, he took one hundred and fifty steps forward.
Listening to the ethereal and hoarse voice resounding throughout the world, Meng Zhi only felt a faint fear lingering in his heart.
Once upon a time, this unpleasant sound was as reassuring as the sound of nature. It seemed that as long as one could hear the sound, no matter what kind of dangerous situation it was, it would be safe.
Now, the sound sounded again, but it was no longer a life-saving sound, but a reminder.
Looking at the master getting closer and closer, Meng Zhi realized that he had no way to retreat.
He also doesn't have the magical power to deal with a master as powerful as Tianyuan. No, Meng Zhi shook his head slightly. He still has the last method, which is also the most important method. It is a magical power that all monks do not need to use.
Visualize thoughts.
There is an evil practice of seizing one's body in the spiritual world.
A monk without the method of visualization is like a prey without any defense, like a skin that lacks protection, and the clothes can be put on by anyone, and can even be replaced at any time.
In order to prevent such things from happening, the visualization method came into being.
All in all, the method of contemplation is a magic that all monks must practice with great caution and seriousness, and what he practices is the "Yin-Yang Contemplation Method", which is the method of the "Yin-Yang Two Qi Xuan Sect", which was once a major sect in the Eastern Wilderness.
There are not many magical powers and techniques that have been released after the collapse of a large number of sects like this.
Even the most prosperous sect will decline one day.
Since the visualization method is good and I have never heard of the Demonic Ape Dingyiquan method, and I was reluctant to part with the Yin Yang Mirror that I had built, I did not modify it.
Later, as time passed, when Master Tu Shanjun urged him to revise his practice, he had a ghost in his heart, and naturally he did not dare to use the visualization method that Master Tu Shanjun gave him.
I am afraid that my own practice will be left with flaws, and I will not be able to win the victory that I deserve in future battles.
Mengzhi sat cross-legged and said in a deep voice: "The concept of Yin and Yang."
"Yin Yang Mirror!"
A mirror of yin and yang of the sun and moon slowly rose up. As the yin and yang qi hung at the top, Meng Zhi let out a long sigh of relief.
No matter what methods Master Tu Shanjun uses, he can never take back his thoughts. This is not something Master taught him, but something he gained through his own practice.
Moreover, with the Yin Yang Mirror sitting in the sea of consciousness, Tushanjun has no way to "seize" him.
The treasure mirror burst out two mysterious lights.
Shine on the tall man with red hair.
The two qi of yin and yang are like two mysterious lights penetrating the universe, tearing off all disguises and revealing the most essential origin.
With the emergence of divine light, the evil spirit in the sea of consciousness and the world was swept away, the world became clear, and the tranquility of the past was restored, just like before.
Watching the red-haired monk's black and red robe burn.
The bloody red hair dispersed.
The top corner fell off.
The green-faced and fanged face became more kind, and the tall figure was covered with a dark gold cassock.
His red hair turned into golden monkey hair, his green-faced and fanged face looked like a kind old ape, and his figure was still tall. He walked step by step, and when he stepped on it with his bare feet, lotus flowers suddenly appeared.
Burning under the mysterious fire of the precious mirror, the old ape walked out of the flames.
shul.
The old ape in cassock has approached.
The center of the Tianzhu of the Sea of Knowledge.
Meng Zhi sat cross-legged among them.
Meng Zhi's eyes were filled with fear. He had thought about many outcomes, but he never thought it would be like this.
He knew he was going to die.
Fear made him tremble uncontrollably.
cold.
So cold.
It's like a sharp sword against the heart.
It made him shiver involuntarily.
He is helpless now.
In fact, he was also helpless once, but at that time he was able to call the master.
As long as he calls for Master, Master will always stand by his side.
"Master!"
"I am here."
"..."
The old ape raised his palm, stretched out his golden fingers, and touched Meng Zhi's forehead.
He said calmly: "Disciple, everything you have is borrowed and obtained through gambling. Nothing is yours. Only this idea of contemplation truly belongs to you."
"You don't practice well."
If it was cold and cold just now, when his fingers fell on his forehead, Meng Zhi felt as if he had returned to the time when he was practicing in the palace complex.
"Gambling debts are debts."
"Repaying debts is a matter of course."
"..."
"I...I was wrong."
"I didn't teach you well."
Tushanjun sighed.
Listening to the master's voice.
Two lines of thick tears fell.
The big teardrops were like a kite with its string broken.
Meng Zhi suddenly burst into tears.
What Master said is right, he should practice contemplation of the Dharma well.
But now it's too late.
How much Meng Zhi hopes this is a dream.
A shocking dream.
Wake up from dream.
He was able to wake up from the dusty Sutra Pavilion.
This way he won't have to face his master Tu Shanjun again.
Or start from scratch.
He didn't expect to start over, at least to escape now.
Escape from everything.
The master's ruthlessness and endless abyss-like force did not make him succumb.
He even felt that even if he died, his destiny would be insufficient.
However, when Tushanjun said that he was wrong, Mengzhi started yelling like crazy. He didn't even think that Tushanjun was wrong, so why should he admit his mistake?
Why should such a proud person admit his mistake?
That's right.
That’s absolutely right!
If Master Tushanjun is wrong.
Are the mistakes all his alone?
Who is most at fault?
He didn't want Tushanjun to admit his mistake.
Because only in this way can he be right.
Only then can he accept everything with peace of mind!
He was right, and so was Tushanjun.
No one is wrong.
No one can be at fault.
"That's right!"
Meng Zhi roared loudly.
He completely lost the grace and calmness of the great monk.