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Looking at 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 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're so proud."

"I am no longer that weak Golden Core cultivator."

"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.

The whole world surrendered to the direction of the tiger soul of the God-cutting Demon Soldier, and everything was silent. 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, the spiritual aura on his body getting stronger and stronger.

When the footsteps fell, the earth trembled. Along the way, the All Saints were bright, and Xutian opened his bloody mouth to swallow the demon-relegated immortal completely.

Tushanjun raised his head slightly.

He has a tall figure.

However, it seems so small in the vast world of consciousness. It seems small, but in fact, every step he takes is steady.

The roar of the tiger 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 Dao pattern beside him.

The red-haired figure with the three-phase dharma body came slowly.

He 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 the sky, 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 dougong stands steeply, and the coils are solid. The long oblique flying wings are carved with rare and rare 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 building or ship.

Moving slowly.

The giant hand that Meng Zhi saw grabbing the sky came from Luan Yu, and the Luan 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 the palm can be seen, but upon closer inspection, it looks like an infinite black sky covering the world.

Buzz!

The palm fell.

The immortal-like Tao body immediately collapsed.

The tiger soul demon body also turned into smoke and dust.

Without the Dao Demon incarnation, the human body in the center was 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 God-cutting 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 Dharma body, and the Xutian God behind him also retreated into the darkness.

The sweeping purple-black sky fog and 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 the sound could be heard, 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 who is 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 bag or clothes lacking protection, which can be put on by anyone, and can even be replaced at any time.

In order to prevent this from happening, visualization methods 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 large sects like this.

Even the most prosperous sect will decline one day.

Since the visualization method was good, I had never heard of the Demonic Ape Determining Fist method, and I was reluctant to part with the Yin-Yang Mirror that I had built, so I did not revise it.

Later, as time passed, when Master Tu Shanjun urged him to revise his cultivation, he had a problem in his heart, and naturally he did not dare to use the meditation methods given to him by Master Tu Shanjun.

He was afraid that his own practice would be left with flaws, and that he would not be able to win the victory he deserved 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 would not be able to 'seize' him.

The precious mirror burst out with two mysterious lights.

Shining on the tall man with red hair.

The two qi of yin and yang are like two mysterious lights that penetrate the universe, tearing off all disguises and revealing the most essential origin.

With the emergence of the 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 corners fell off.

The green-faced and fanged face became more kind, and the tall figure was covered with a dark gold cassock.

The red hair turned into golden monkey hair, and the green-faced and fanged face looked like a kind old ape. His figure was still tall, and he walked step by step. When he stepped on it with his bare feet, lotus flowers suddenly grew.

Burning under the mysterious fire of the precious mirror, the old ape walked out of the flames.

Shure.

The old ape in cassock has approached.

In 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 consequences, 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 to the heart.

It made him shiver.

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."

"But you don't practice well."

If it was 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.”

“It is only natural to pay back debts.”

"..."

"I...I was wrong."

"I didn't teach you well."

Tushanjun sighed.

Listening to the master's voice.

Two lines of 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 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 Sutra Pavilion in Ranchen.

This way he doesn'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.

Get away from it all.

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.

The grace and calmness of the great monk were completely gone.