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Meng Zhao also looked at Yi Heng with great interest. Although this old guy became more ruthless after being possessed by the devil, his hard power was limited and he was far from being Meng Zhao's opponent. Even if he devoured the blood and essence of several people, it might not be able to change the current situation.

What's more, even if Meng Zhao allowed the other party to succeed in his attack on the celestial being, he did not think that this guy would be his opponent. This was not arrogance, but absolute self-confidence. Regardless of other aspects, in martial arts, he, Meng Zhao, never fell behind others.

Yi Heng looked at Xuan Wei and the others with cold eyes without any emotion.

"It's nothing more than killing a man who was not firm in his stance. Why are you panicking? Now we are going to cooperate sincerely to fight against that young man. Otherwise, we will fall into his hands and be at his mercy. It's fine if we die, but I'm afraid we won't be at ease if we live. We might as well give it a try."

In fact, Meng Zhao is now a little unsure about Yiheng.

There are also different types of demons.

There are those arrogant and lawless people who follow their hearts, never compromise themselves, and take life and death lightly.

There are also those who are insidious and cunning, and will do anything to survive.

It seems that Yiheng should be the former, but since he is a sinister and cunning person, he naturally likes to disguise himself, and Meng Zhao cannot be sure of his true thoughts.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as you can crush the opponent with your hard power, no conspiracy or trick will work.

Xuan Wei wanted to say something else, but Meng Zhao's voice rang out.

"You don't need to worry. This ancient battlefield is full of dangers. Even with my strength, I have to be extremely careful. I need your intelligence as a source of information to avoid making mistakes.

As long as you don’t have any desire to resist me, I won’t kill you all.”

"As for you, since I took away the Buddha's Heart Pearl and you turned from a Buddha into a demon, you are a small hidden danger, but I cannot keep you here!"

As he spoke, Meng Zhao reached out to grab Yi Heng decisively. Yin and Yang were flowing in his palm, and the five elements were interacting with each other, bringing with it a mighty power that could suppress the universe.

Faced with this grab, all the living people present felt a black screen in front of their eyes in an instant. They felt that the sky and the earth had disappeared, and there was only a huge hand that was holding up the sky and grasping the earth slowly reaching towards them.

The lines on the palm of this palm are like big rivers, and the muscles on it are like famous mountains. Under the mountains and rivers, there is no resistance at all.

How could such great magical powers be possessed by a young man?

Xuanwei was also sweating coldly at this time, and almost scared his heart out. What a terrifying magical power, what a terrifying person. His cultivation as a grandmaster was not fake, and the treasure in his hand was also extraordinary.

However, facing this palm, he had only one will in his body and mind, and that was to be unmatched.

For a moment, they even let out a helpless bitter smile. With such martial arts, it was fortunate that they had been jumping up and down, connecting left and right, thinking that they could pose a threat to Meng Zhao and thus gain a certain opportunity.

Now it seems that he was just being self-righteous. In Meng Zhao's eyes, what he and others did was no different from that of a clown.

With one grab, the aftermath had such a deterrent and suppressive power on a great master warrior like Xuanwei.

The old monk Yiheng, who faced this palm strike directly, naturally felt it more deeply.

It must be said that after he transformed from a Buddha to a demon, his martial arts skills did undergo tremendous changes.

The Buddhist teachings that he had practiced and the scriptures that he had understood in the past had unexpectedly transformed their true meanings into the true scriptures of the devil. At the same time, all the martial arts that he had practiced in the past had also been transformed from good to evil, and were transformed very thoroughly.

For example, the simplest Arhat Fist, his previous Arhat Fist, was solemn and ancient, with simple moves but great power. Every move was like a mountain collapse and the earth splitting, as if the Arhat was possessed, with great power and great strength.

However, after being possessed by the devil, the moves of this Arhat boxing changed, the method of exerting strength was greatly different, and the true meaning was no longer to imitate the feat of Arhat subduing the devil, but to transform into Arhat being possessed by the devil, being dissatisfied with the Buddha, and wanting to kill the Buddha with endless grievances and hatred.

To put it simply, the authentic martial arts of Buddhism have been transformed into outright demonic martial arts. Not only that, the power and purpose have also been raised to a higher level.

This is what is called practicing Taoism for a thousand years is not as good as becoming a demon overnight.

However, there is also a prerequisite, that is, the old monk Yiheng has an extremely strong foundation, as well as past experiences and knowledge, which makes his possession of the devil very perfect. He can be regarded as a real devil, rather than a general pseudo-demon.

The martial arts that he was best at also changed from Buddhist martial arts to demonic martial arts.

Among them, Yiheng learned two great methods from his past studies of scriptures and martial arts.

The first one is to suck blood and eat souls, which continuously strengthens oneself by swallowing the essence, blood and soul of the strong. It is a very evil martial art.

Of course, in terms of power, it is definitely far inferior to those famous martial arts of the magic path, but it has unlimited potential and a promising future.

If Yiheng had not died and could have become a god or demon, or even a supreme being, then his blood-sucking and soul-eating skills might have surpassed those famous magic martial arts.

The second is the blood escape method, which involves burning one's own blood essence, or usurping and swallowing blood essence, and turning it into a long rainbow of blood light, as fast as light. Its power is not very strong, but it is the best way to escape.

Yiheng's initial idea was also very simple. He wanted to use Xuanwei and a few others to strengthen their resolve to fight against Meng Zhao and buy time for himself to escape by using them.

For example, at a critical moment in the battle, he would suddenly attack and sneak attack someone, such as Xuanwei, and after sucking the blood dry, he would use the sucked blood to activate the blood escape technique and escape into the blood mist that Meng Zhao had previously stepped into.

Yiheng's observation skills are pretty good. Judging from the direction, Meng Zhao most likely stepped into the forest of bones from the blood mist.

Yiheng also understood the advantages and disadvantages of the blood mist. It must have greatly restrained and weakened him in the past, and it was possible that he would die in it.

Now that he has been possessed by the devil and has mastered one or two blood magic skills, he may be able to find a way to survive.

The most important thing is that after his calculations, he believed that Meng Zhao would most likely not return to the blood mist.

Therefore, all these plans came into being.

However, I can only say that it is beautiful to think about, but the reality is cruel.

Meng Zhao's grappling technique, transformed into an extraordinary magical power that allowed him to pluck stars and moons with his hands, completely shattered all his plans and extinguished all his ideas.

With such martial arts and magical powers, not to mention that he doesn't even have the chance to activate the Blood Escape Technique, even if he does, it will be difficult for him to escape from the opponent's clutches through the Rainbow Transformation Technique.

In the end, Yi Heng could only watch with infinite regret and unwillingness as the big hand grabbed him. He had no power to resist and was twisted by a huge force, shattering his bones and muscles, turning him into a twisted ball of flesh and blood, which eventually condensed into a blood pill and fell into his hand.

With one move and one palm, he not only killed Yi Heng, a great master who had transformed from Buddhism into evil and whose power had greatly improved and whose combat power had skyrocketed, but he also refined him into a blood pill with a special method, which made Xuanwei and the others dizzy and sweaty.

Before, they thought Yi Heng was very cruel and vicious, and they were very careful, fearing that he would be tricked. But now, Yi Heng would definitely not do anything to them, because Meng Zhao was even more cruel, ruthless, and vicious than Yi Heng, and he turned them into blood pills.

All I can say is, there is always someone stronger than you, and there is always a mountain higher than another. Yiheng is unlucky and has met his nemesis.

Meng Zhao slowly retracted his left palm. In his palm, an irregular blood pill the size of a little fingernail emitted a hazy blood-red glow.

Meng Zhao's martial arts are the best among the celestial beings, and his combat power is unparalleled. He can easily deal with people who are one major realm lower than him, and there is no surprise at all.

However, this blood pill was somewhat beyond Meng Zhao's expectations.

"Hey, there seems to be some evil thoughts hidden in this blood pill. If one's mind is not strong, no, if one is not a person with extremely strong mind, taking this pill will definitely lead to a miserable end."

To put it simply, the Blood Pill is condensed from the essence of the old monk Yiheng. The essence is naturally not just the blood and flesh, but also the foundation of his spirit and soul. Only in this way can such a Blood Pill be created.

To put it bluntly, this one blood pill is enough to transform one into a magic warrior at the level of a grandmaster. It is not an exaggeration at all.

Of course, this person must also be capable of being trained. Otherwise, even if there are resources, it will be difficult to really bring his talents to their full potential.

Meng Zhao’s mind was full of thoughts. How should he use this blood pill?

There is absolutely no need to swallow it yourself, it is just a waste of resources.

On the contrary, using this thing to create a grandmaster who can be used for one's own benefit might be a good use.

However, those who are truly close to him are not allowed to take this pill.

For a moment, names and faces flashed through Meng Zhao's mind, but in the end he shook his head and rejected them all.

"It would be best if this pill were given to someone with extraordinary aptitude, extraordinary talent, and strong mental will."

In this way, perhaps it is not just the grand master, but also a celestial being, or even a god or demon. It is not impossible.

Some people are gifted with gold and jade, but what they lack is often an opportunity and some foundation.

Once this opportunity is given, it will be like a roc spreading its wings or a dragon flying into the sea, and it will be unstoppable.

In Meng Zhao's opinion, this blood pill was smelted by him with his supreme magical power and is the foundation of a true grandmaster. If it falls into the hands of ordinary people, even if their aptitude is not good enough, they can at least become a grandmaster.

If one has ordinary aptitude but lives a life slightly better than ordinary people, then becoming a grandmaster is not a problem, because Blood Pill itself is the foundation of the grandmaster level.

And if a person with extraordinary talent obtains this treasure, his future is hard to say. At the very least, the lower limit is a grandmaster, and the upper limit is unpredictable. It is possible to become a celestial being, a god or demon, or even a supreme being, but the possibility is not high.

Meng Zhao suppressed all the thoughts in his mind, put away the blood pill, and thought about the power of the palm strike just now for a long time.

Needless to say, his martial arts skills are extremely powerful, varied and all-encompassing.

The foundation of that palm strike just now was actually the enlightenment given to him by the Buddhist rhyme left in the eight hundred-foot space within the Buddha's Heart Pearl.

This eight hundred zhang space was created in ancient times by a Buddha King who was second only to the Buddha, using his supreme supernatural power to hold the Buddha Kingdom in his palm.

Therefore, it also contains the essence and mystery of the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of your hand. It is possible to comprehend this magical power thoroughly. Of course, as the old saying goes, the possibility is not high.

However, Meng Zhao is not an ordinary person. Although he cannot comprehend the magical power of the Buddha's palm in such a short time, he can refer to the palm universe he had imagined in the past, so as to improve the magical palm method he created and achieve success in one fell swoop.

His greatest contribution is that Meng Zhao has made a fundamental breakthrough and improvement in the way of space.

Buddha's Heart Bead, the so-called treasure of space, is of course the traces and manifestations of the way of space contained within it.

Meng Zhao actually had countless ideas in his mind. Could the magical power of the five-colored divine light, the magical power of the Five Finger Mountain on his left palm, which was formed after the five-colored stones were melted, and the magical power of the Buddha fruit in his palm be integrated and mixed together so that they could be comparable to or even surpass the Buddha fruit in his palm in the future?

Although this is Meng Zhao's delusion, it is not impossible for it to come true.

On the other side, three people died, leaving only five people, led by Xuanwei, who were also very worried at this time.

The shock that Meng Zhao's palm brought to them was too great.

With one palm, the world turned upside down, and the whole universe was contained in it. No matter how great a master you are, your spirit will be scattered, your true energy will be out of control, and you will have no power to resist.

Meng Zhao's martial arts skills are already evident. He is not a grandmaster, but a celestial being that surpasses the grandmaster.

Moreover, he is not just an ordinary celestial warrior, but an unrivaled celestial warrior who has cultivated supreme supernatural powers.

Now, they can only hope that this young celestial being does not have such a murderous intent and tolerates them. Otherwise, they will surely die.

After going through this, the old Taoist priest was still relatively calm. He looked at Meng Zhao and said,

"Your Excellency has unparalleled magical powers and has mastered the art of heavenly martial arts. We are definitely not able to defeat you. The five of us are willing to obey your orders."

However, just as he finished speaking, a streak of purple lightning pierced through his forehead, shattered his skull, and caused his divine essence to go into chaos, resulting in his death.

It is the power of thunder punishment hidden in Meng Zhaotian's Eye of Punishment.

This scene frightened the remaining four masters so much that they almost peed themselves.

Meng Zhao was indeed a bit scary. Without any prelude, he killed a great grandmaster with just a wave of his hand, and the man voluntarily surrendered to Meng Zhao. Who wouldn't be afraid of such an unpredictable and decisive person?

As for why Meng Zhao wanted to kill the old Taoist priest, the remaining few people also had their own guesses.

The main reason is that this old Taoist's martial arts is the strongest among the remaining five people, and he is at the level of a grandmaster. At the same time, according to what the gossipy Yi Heng said before, the old Taoist Xuanwei has another trump card, but it is kept secret.

Such a person with great martial arts skills and a trump card is not on the same page with Meng Zhao at all. He is an unstable bomb that can explode at any time.

Not to mention Meng Zhao making such a choice, if they were in their place, they would make the same choice.

As for them, it was too late to feel sad. The important thing was to ensure their own safety and obey the orders and arrangements of this young celestial being. (End of this chapter)