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This series of spear techniques can be said to have brought Meng Zhao's martial arts to near perfection. The way of heaven was incorporated into the magic spear, which was vast and majestic, yet also delicate and graceful.

Don't underestimate the tiny arcs of lightning. In fact, each one can cause tons of damage to a master of the celestial level.

However, this monster, which was stitched together from countless corpses, is not as simple as imagined, and it cannot be easily defeated.

The densely packed giant net of lightning, like the singing of thousands of birds, penetrated deeply into the tissues inside his arm, like countless spies sent out to find out about his weaknesses. However, what they obtained was a seamless and perfect result.

The next moment, a mass of gray aura of defeat surrounded the stitched monster's arm, surging and spreading, completely destroying the thunder spear power released by Meng Zhao, but the entire arm did not suffer any obvious damage or attack.

Meng Zhao's pupils shrank as he suddenly realized, yes, even the bone throne before was a combination of special magic weapons and magical powers. How could this monster made up of countless corpses not use such methods?

What's more, the creation of this monster should be closely related to the power of Tao Fruit. Therefore, its existence is close to perfection.

Those black lines that appear irregular and like the result of imperfect patchwork are, in fact, another profound level of Taoism.

Of course, at this time, Meng Zhao was not afraid of anything. It was very simple. Compared with the Seventh Prime Minister Liu, this thing was not impossible to deal with.

The bone throne was smashed to pieces by him, and this corpse monster might be killed by his gun!

Meng Zhao took a deep breath, and the Purple Thunder Spear in his hand, which was transformed from the Xuanyuan Water Controlling Flag, flashed with lightning. In an instant, Meng Zhao's body was protected.

He used the power of the law of heaven and earth to instantly drain the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles, making Meng Zhao's body a hundred feet tall.

Also, the Purple Thunder Spear in his hand continued to grow rapidly to adapt to Meng Zhao's hundred-foot-tall divine body.

At this moment, the stitched monster that is dozens of feet long looks like a little cutie compared to the huge Meng Zhao who is a hundred feet tall, just like a rag doll in a child's hand.

This scene was also seen by Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin who were watching from a distance.

Before, the two were driven out of the basin by Meng Zhao, but they did not dare to go too far away. When a fierce collision occurred inside, the two knew that Meng Zhao must have encountered a crisis, but they were all very sure that Meng Zhao would return safely.

Now, seeing Meng Zhao’s hundred-foot-tall body, which looked like a giant god from ancient times, endless longing rose in an instant.

That was not all. Behind Meng Zhao's head, three mysterious lights were swirling: one clear light, one golden light, and one black light. The three lights converged and turned into a divine wheel that shone behind Meng Zhao, making him look as majestic and overbearing as a prison.

Not only did his size soar, but Meng Zhao's aura also soared to a terrifying level. The strong, overbearing power and the aura formed distorted the air around Meng Zhao, turning it into streams of wildly flying air that rushed in all directions.

Under the fierce gale, waves like tides were set off.

The force of his spirit was so strong that even the frightened corpse monster took two steps back involuntarily, looking guilty.

Yes, as living beings, and intelligent ones at that, they naturally have the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid danger.

Meng Zhao suddenly transformed from a harmless little white rabbit into a man-eating tiger. Such a drastic contrast and change made the limited IQ of the Corpse Monster insufficient.

However, one thing is certain, Meng Zhao displayed his great magical power of controlling the heavens and the earth, which indeed intimidated the opponent, and even restrained the terrifying murderous intent that the opponent had previously exuded.

For details, please refer to the story in Uncle Zombie, where the royal zombie met the Taoist priest Simu who was possessed by his ancestor.

Slowly raising the Purple Thunder Spear which had become thick and long like Optimus Prime, Meng Zhao's eyes were burning with flames that even caused the air in front of him to evaporate and burn and twist.

The next moment, the sharp whistling sound of wind resounded in all directions. Meng Zhao swung the Purple Thunder Spear and smashed it hard at the corpse-stitching monster.

Power, power, only power, so strong that it can squeeze and collapse the space wherever the magic spear reaches!

With a gurgling sound, the arms of the corpse-stitching monster were surrounded by the gray aura of defeat, which condensed and transformed into two gray air columns, appearing cross-shaped.

When the divine spear was about to smash down, it was blocked by two gray air columns erected by the corpse-stitching monster, making a muffled sound.

Immediately, all kinds of power burst out from Meng Zhao's magic spear like a volcano erupting and a raging flood.

These forces were mainly tearing, and the energy ran wildly and quickly broke the cover of the two gray air columns.

Not only that, the corpse-stitching monster was even smashed more than twenty feet away.

At the same time, the force penetrated into the ground and plowed out a huge pit that was more than ten meters deep and stretched for hundreds of feet before it stopped.

There was even some gray-black water flowing out from underground, flowing along the giant pit, continuously filling it up, and eventually forming a canal hundreds of feet in size.

It can be said to be a mighty power that can change the terrain with just a wave of the hand.

However, compared with the time when Meng Zhao fought two top-level warriors of the Fiery Sun God Clan on the polar ice field, this was nothing compared to the previous one.

If Meng Zhao wanted to, he could use the power of heaven and earth to increase his body to a size of a thousand feet, enough to rival the Seventh Prime Minister Liu. At least in terms of strength, he should not be much different.

However, firstly, if he used his full strength, the noise would be too loud, and not only would the spiritual energy within a thousand miles be drained away, but it would also cause unknown changes.

Meng Zhao was not afraid of the corpse-stitching monster, but he was afraid of attracting the skeleton demon whose whereabouts were unknown.

Secondly, even if Meng Zhao only used this hundred-foot-long body, he had already crushed the corpse-stitching monster in terms of strength.

Just like at this moment, Meng Zhao fired a shot with a light touch. The moment of contact, powerful force burst out continuously, thus achieving success in one shot.

It was indeed a successful strike, because at this moment, the corpse-stitching monster, which was rolled over and thrown more than twenty feet away, already had obvious scars on its arms.

The appearance of these scars was also very strange. It was caused by numerous corpses being chopped apart and knocked down, forming huge gaps on both arms.

However, there was no bleeding. Instead, layers of black smoke emerged from the wound. When the black smoke came into contact with the air, it turned into black corpse water and dripped onto the basin, turning the entire place into a place of death, danger, and disaster.

Meng Zhao did not stop. He held up the huge Purple Thunder Spear and took a step forward to chase after him. With a series of wild chops and cuts, he completely treated the spear as a stick. Of course, this was just right. He was using the amazing stick technique passed down by the ancient god of war. Combined with the divine power of Fa Tian Xiang Di, it was extremely powerful.

The corpse-stitching monster was beaten back step by step, with wounds all over its body, with gaps here and holes there.

Compared with the previous weirdness and ferocity of this corpse-stitching monster, it looks like a little animal that has been played with, so pitiful.

Of course, pity was just an illusion. Although Meng Zhao had caused it varying degrees of damage, he still could not kill it. Because, despite the numerous stitched corpses being broken up, shattered, and destroyed, there was also an endless stream of bones that were melted by a mysterious force and turned into white keratin, filling the wounds on the body of the stitched corpse monster.

Meng Zhao also gasped heavily several times in succession. He exerted so much strength and exerted so much power in a series of bursts in an instant, which also consumed a lot of energy.

However, although there were achievements, they were gradually overshadowed by his special magical powers.

Meng Zhao also became furious and was determined to smash and flatten this disgusting thing.

With a dull thud, Meng Zhao thrust the Purple Thunder Spear in his hand into the ground, and countless cracks suddenly appeared on the basin.

Meng Zhao clasped his hands together in front of his chest, as if he was worshiping Buddha. At the same time, a swastika-shaped light wheel flashed in his pupils, and the divine wheel behind him also began to rotate.

Within his giant body that was hundreds of feet tall, endless spiritual energy, spiritual power, true energy, true strength, blood, etc. were all transformed into holy energy that could restrain the evil spirits and the death energy of the underworld.

This holy energy comes from thoughts, and thoughts come from the power of worldly thoughts.

Therefore, at this moment, the peerless forbidden move and killing move that Meng Zhao is about to use is a supreme humane skill and also a sacred skill of Buddhism.

The holy energy flowed in Meng Zhao's body's eight extraordinary meridians, limbs and bones in a special way. The qi orifices were connected to form tiny swastika light wheels. The swastika light wheels flickered, grew and echoed each other inside Meng Zhao's body.

"Acalanatha, subdue the demons, great hand seal!"

Meng Zhao's hundred-foot-long body was emitting a holy light. The pure and flawless white light made the basin full of bones seem as dark and dirty as a sewer.

In the end, Meng Zhao seemed to have transformed into a Ming Wang in a trance. He had a tall physique, a majestic and sacred temperament, and holy fire surrounded him.

Finally, Meng Zhao slowly stretched out his left palm and pressed towards the direction of the corpse-stitching monster!

An overwhelming holy energy rose up, the five fingers were distinct, the texture of the palm print was like the confluence of mountains and rivers, and the giant palm covered the sky!

The next moment, the giant palm disappeared, and a swastika mark fell from the sky and landed on the body of the corpse-stitching monster.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three violent explosions sounded in succession, and the area covered by the swastika light wheel turned into a pillar of light that reached the sky, breaking through the nine heavens above and penetrating the underworld below, annihilating all visible and invisible evil spirits and monsters in the area.

The Great Seal of Acalanatha to Subdue Demons is the supreme Buddhist skill of subduing demons and a magical skill that can lead to the attainment of Buddhahood.

At this moment, Meng Zhao used his own supernatural powers to control the heavens and the earth, his top-notch cultivation, and his unparalleled foundation to display this unique skill that shocked the world and made ghosts weep.

And the effect is naturally extraordinary.

Under the might of the swastika holy light and holy energy, the entire body of the corpse-stitching monster was constantly being eroded and dissolved, turning into balls of black fireworks that dissipated in the holy energy.

Crack, crack, the corpse monster's feet broke off, and its whole body fell down. Its hands were cracked, and its chest and back were corroded by the holy light. Even its face looked as if it had been roasted by fire.

Finally, the holy light shone, and the power to subdue demons erupted once again, completely turning the corpse-stitching monster into ashes. It could be said that there was no complete body left after being stitched together!

However, Meng Zhao did not have many happy thoughts. Instead, he looked at the gradually dimming holy light and the place covered by the holy energy with a solemn look.

I saw that the direction where the big handprint was sent had been completely flattened, becoming a vacuum zone, with bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and it had become a Buddha land-like existence.

However, in the air, there was a flickering, constantly rotating eyeball floating!

Meng Zhao recognized that this eyeball was the same one that was on the forehead of the corpse-stitching monster.

This was also what he speculated about the source of the corpse-stitching monster's intelligence.

Meng Zhao didn't know whether this thing was too high in specification and even his Acalanatha Dharmadhatu could not destroy it, or whether this thing had nothing to do with evil and was a different kind of treasure?

Thinking about this, it might be a manifestation of the Bone Demon's understanding of the Dao of Life and Death, or even the power of Dao Fruit, and the place where it is used. And this eyeball might be the key among the keys.

Meng Zhao couldn't help but start to think about it.

He reached out and grabbed where the eyeball was.

It was natural for him to use the magical power of the universe in his palm, which he regarded as the foundation.

Seal the sky and lock the earth, control the sun and the moon, and manipulate the universe.

Under the cover of terrifying power, it stands to reason that he would not fail.

However, the eyeball burst out with a brilliant black and white light of life and death, which forcibly broke through Meng Zhao's magical power of the universe.

Wherever this black and white mysterious light passed, Meng Zhao's power was destroyed layer by layer, and finally, it was reflected back to his palm.

The palms and arms that were originally full of flesh, vitality and strength, turned into a withered and dried state in just a short moment.

Meng Zhao also reacted very quickly. He quickly placed his other hand on his shoulder. His hand was also covered with the mysterious light of life and death, firmly resisting the power emitted by the terrifying Avenue of Life and Death.

After a long time, Meng Zhao's arms and hands, which had been withered, dried, and like mummies, returned to normal.

However, Meng Zhao's complexion became a little worse, and his spirit was also weakened.

Fortunately, fortunately, he had swallowed countless life essences in this basin before, absorbed them into his body, and became his powerful source.

Otherwise, after this experience, even if his arm recovered, he would probably be seriously injured and even lose some of his lifespan.

Now, I can only say that I have consumed a little bit of my energy, but it is not serious.

Meng Zhao dissipated his magical powers that could control the heaven and earth and hung in the air. He shook his arm which had just returned to normal and looked at the eyeball that was still in the air, his eyes full of desire.

“That is the mighty power of gods and demons that is above the heavens and has truly reached the highest realm in this world!”

Meng Zhao's magical power of the universe in the palm of his hand is unparalleled and can be said to be an endless magical skill. Although it is far from perfect at present, it may be comparable to the Buddha fruit in the palm of your hand in the future.

Such a magical power, such a person, was actually injured by a ray of life and death. Meng Zhao could not think of a second possibility except for the power of gods and demons. (End of this chapter)