Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 185 The sword shadow penetrates any person

Meng Hao jumped out of the water with the 'Thousand Death Sword Soul'.

Half of his head had just popped up, and before he could take a breath, he saw the reflection of a delicate lotus petal through the splashing water.

The surrounding water plants seemed real and illusory, swaying in the wind, with a few tree shadows among them.

The rich aroma wafts into the nose at the same time.

Three-flower puppet technique.

Three in a row!

The corners of his mouth curled up, and even though he was on the run, there was an unbearable smile on his face.

This is Wu Meng's signature technique. Long Pei may have had a deep understanding of it back then, but he, Meng Haoyi, had learned from it. How could he, Meng Haoyi, not be prepared?

He closed his eyes slightly, closing the sight that always exuded a dangerous aura.

As he moved, his fierce aura disappeared and he turned into an ordinary person.

But the next moment!

The momentum exploded from above the head!

Clang! !

A bright sword shadow emerged from the Tianling Cover, circled around the lotus branch, and drew a sudden bright arc.

Hidden Sword Technique.

When the Tian Zhan Sect was in great power, almost every disciple had to learn the 'basic' sword techniques.

It is divided into three types: 'cutting', 'breaking tail' and 'breaking heart', which correspond to three situations: near, medium and far.

What Meng Haoyi used at this time was the sword-cutting style. This style was born from the heart and followed the momentum. It could be cut from any part of the body, breaking spells and driving away entanglements.

Of course, the sword pose highlights a subtlety.

But the most critical factor affecting its power is the accumulation of momentum.

Ever since he broke Wang Xumeng's pursuit and crossed the desperate situation, he has been gaining momentum all the way. Now the accumulation of sword power has almost reached the peak of the first level.

As long as he wants to use the Sacrifice Sword Technique, no one in the Sword Ruins can stop him at this time.

Even monks in the early stages of foundation building can't do it.

As for the mere three-flower puppet technique, it does not require a lot of effort for him.

The facts are as judged.

The Hidden Sword soared into the sky, and as the sword light roared, all the consciousness Wu Meng used to lock him was cut open.

Three flowers bloom spontaneously.

Round after round.

Beautiful.

It's just that the place below is empty, with no human beings anywhere.

As soon as Meng Hao broke through this technique, he jumped into the air.

Lowering his head and looking back, he saw that without the suppression of the 'Thousand Death Sword Soul', those terrifying sword lights instantly lost control.

The smile on his lips froze. Compared to the previous technique, this was the real thing that made people go numb.

Fortunately, I have come out!

"Wu Meng!!"

He lowered his head and shouted: "From now on, the grudge between you and me will be wiped out!"

After saying this, he turned into sword light and flew away, leaving only a smiley murmur echoing on the lake.

"After all...I have never seen the dead..."

……

In just a short while, the situation changed very quickly.

It's quite a suffocating feeling.

Zhou Yunuo stood on the shore. Before he could be shocked by Wu Meng's storage bag, he saw a large number of sword lights moving crazily.

It was probably because Wu Meng used magic to stir up the spiritual energy.

The sword light, which was already about to move, seemed to have found the right target and shot towards him in unison!

The light of the lake is gleaming, the water is sluggish, and the sword light is like hundreds of undercurrents surging.

Lurking underwater is far from spectacular.

But that terrifying sense of oppression has seeped out of the pool water, making one's breathing almost stop.

Zhou Yunuo's face turned a little pale, and he opened his mouth, wanting to remind him, but for a moment he was speechless.

There is no solution, it’s just...

Not far away, Yakumo Zhen and Lin Youjiang each performed their eye skills. Seeing this scene, they both gasped.

"It's over..."

Yakumo shook his head, with a hint of respect in his tone: "You are right, he is indeed powerful... It's a pity. If he hadn't been eager to save his teacher, there should have been a peak showdown..."

"But we have to go. If Songmang falls into a demon, these sword lights may not be able to cut him cleanly."

Yakumo really pulled him, and saw Lin Youjiang stopped in place, motionless.

"Still not leaving? You..."

"I don't think he will die." Lin Youjiang spat out a sentence.

Yakumo was stunned for a moment, then laughed out of anger: "You must be a demon!"

After saying that, he didn't care what the guy thought, he lifted the person straight up with all his strength, and disappeared into the formation with a long stride.

……

How would it feel to face hundreds of attacks that are no less than foundation-building level, or swords that are known for their sharpness?

Wu Meng realized it now.

After all, watching from a distance on the shore is only scratching the surface.

The moment the sword lights were all pointed at him, even before he was fully clothed, the strong sharp edges had already poked holes in him!

For a moment, even his sight was completely deprived.

Death is coming in an instant!

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

"Disciple..."

He heard the sound of pine trees.

It has never been low and dim, but it seems to contain a completely different flavor.

Proud, proud, and high-spirited.

"You are still young, so just stand behind Master when it comes to things like this."

Even though it was the two sentences that followed, Song Mang's voice was already several feet away when he said this.

At the same time, there was strong spiritual pressure coming from that direction.

It seems to be trying to lure away the sword light!

"..."

Wu Meng froze on the spot, as if facing this huge fear, he was too frightened to move.

Song Mang didn't mind this at all.

He looked at his disciple's dark eyes with only joy and relief.

"bring it on……"

He murmured, opened his arms, and greeted the sword light.

who knew...

Right now!

"Leave it to me, Master."

Song Mang turned around and saw Wu Meng's figure slowly disappearing, but it was just an afterimage.

At the same time, the surging sword light unexpectedly changed direction and shot toward the lake!

It turned out that his own disciple was one step ahead of him and triggered the sword light.

His expression changed drastically and he wanted to move, but unfortunately it was too late.

The sword light broke through the water, turned in unison, and pierced towards the lush water and grass. Just as it reached the mid-air, a figure emerged.

Puff puff puff!

Hundreds of sword lights passed through him.

Its momentum is rapid, like thunder moving through the sky.

The momentum was so fierce that it even gave the illusion of Wu Meng being crucified in the void.

The sword's light remained unabated and sank into the grass, cutting the entire lakeside into hundreds of criss-crossing ravines!

"!!!"

Seeing this scene, Song Mang felt blood all over his body, and his head felt like it was about to explode.

"No...no..."

Tears welled up in his eyes, his eyes turned from black to red, and he reached the shore in a flash.

I searched everywhere, but there was no trace of any wreckage left.

"..."

Song Mang's knees weakened and he collapsed on the ground.

At this moment, a hand dragged him from behind, and there seemed to be another hand above his head, pulling something away.

"Master, you told me to leave it to me. You should have some confidence in your disciple, right?"

A familiar voice came from behind. There was no urgency in his tone, but a strong sense of ridicule. Song Mang's eyes suddenly widened.

Turning his head a little, he saw Wu Meng's familiar face, with straight eyebrows and a slight smile.

He subconsciously shook his head and tried to push Wu Meng away, but his palm didn't have any strength at all.

Is it an illusion?

Even if it's true, that's all...

While Song Mang was thinking about it, he suddenly felt that the hand behind his back was withdrawn.

Caught off guard, he fell to the ground.

"??"

His tear-stained face was a little confused. He looked around in confusion and saw his disciple fighting with a group of shadows.

Not an illusion? ?

……

Lean slightly.

Wu Meng solved the mirage and put the expanded demon into the storage bag.

Only then could I finally take a breath.

Thinking back to the previous time, those hundreds of terrifying sword lights still made him feel frightened.

However, strictly speaking, this scene that seemed certain to be fatal to outsiders could only be regarded as a near miss for him.

Why is this so?

Because he cheated.

This is no joke. Back then, the body of the mayfly broke through to the anode and evolved into the 'mayfly shadow'.

Shadows are neither true nor nihilistic. They seem to be dying and constantly being reborn.

In this state, the sword light originating from reality seemed to pass through his heart, but in fact it was separated by a huge gap.

This wonderful technique comes from the Yin and Yang diagram.

To outsiders, isn’t the Yin-Yang Diagram equivalent to cheating?

The only pity is that that boy Meng Haoyi was let go.

But he had no regrets. Even if he had another chance to choose between Master and Meng Haoyi, he would make the same choice without hesitation.

Thinking of his master, he quickly looked up.

He saw Song Mang facing away from him.

"Master?"

"Who told you to show off?!" Song Mang's loud voice boomed by the lakeside.

He is still a bit hoarse, his momentum is unusual, and there are many unspeakable emotions mixed in, but at least...

Sounds normal.

Wu Meng's high-hanging heart finally dropped a little.

He raised his feet, and in a flash, he came to Song Mang and saw him wiping the corners of his eyes.

The pair of copper-bell-sized eyeballs were dark red in color, with some black spots still remaining in the whites of the eyes.

The process of falling into a demon was temporarily interrupted, but it was obvious that the root cause had not been removed.

It is not difficult to detect from the breath that his realm is illusory and his longevity may not be much left.

Falling into a demon does not have no impact on living people. The rapid consumption of vitality is the most obvious price.

"You kid! Your wings are hard!"

Song Mang was hit and slapped, but it landed lightly on his shoulder and patted him hard.

"You are better than my teacher! Why did I pick up this treasure like you back then?"

Wu Meng felt a little embarrassed when the other party praised him.

He hid the worry in his eyes and said seriously: "Master, what I am going to say next is of great importance. I hope you can adjust your mood first."

"Don't worry... I suddenly want to see you walk a little longer, but I can't bear to die..."

He nodded and said: "There are some very dangerous things hidden here. I suspect it is directly related to the incident in the Tianzhan Sect back then."

He expressed his previous speculation.

At this time, Zhou Yunuo also walked close, but listened quietly without speaking.

After hearing this, Song Mang felt a touch of excitement in his eyes: "I followed Yu'er's traces all the way, and they all ended up here!"

Nuo Da's Tian Zhan Sect, when many different clues converge in one place, it speaks for itself.

Not to mention the wonderful feeling from earlier.

Thinking of this, Wu Meng realized that the 'Ren Lu' who had been following him had disappeared at some point.

"By the way, my teacher also has clues."

After a while.

The three of them arrived at the bottom of the lake, which was already reduced to ruins.

Under the leadership of Song Mang, he came to the place where the mirror cracked.

As soon as he saw Zheng Yu's vivid figure, the dangerous feeling from earlier emerged from the bottom of his heart again.

His eyelids twitched.

He turned his head slightly, probably because he had no thought of stimulating his mood, and the Yin-Yang diagram had not yet appeared.

But for sure.

This lake bottom mirror is definitely not as simple as it looks!

Is it possible that there really is a 'mirror'-like world underneath?

The idea struck him as unbelievable.

"Did Fellow Daoist Zhou notice anything unusual?" He turned around and asked.

Zhou Yunuo was a little distracted.

He asked again, and the other person said: "Huh? Abnormal?"

He carefully observed the bottom of the lake and immediately shook his head: "It is only made of some relatively rare spiritual materials. This type of mirror is not uncommon in the world of cultivation."

"Then how did this figure get in?" he asked.

The Tianzhan Sect was destroyed five hundred years ago, and Zheng Yu only entered the Sword Ruins a century ago.

It can't be a base painting made in advance, right?

Zhou Yunuo couldn't answer for a while, and said absently: "I'll ask you in a few days..."

"?"

Wu Meng looked at this guy doubtfully.

Leaning slightly, the two of them went up to the lakeside.

Song Mang stayed at the bottom of the lake, wanting to spend more time with Zheng Yu.

Seeing that his mood was stable, Wu Meng felt relieved. There happened to be something he needed to avoid his master.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhou Yunuo seemed to be holding back his words and said at the same time: "Fellow Daoist Mo..."

"...Forget it, you go ahead and say it." He said.

Interrupted by this, Zhou Yunuo opened his mouth several times, his expression even more complex, with shock, doubt, and strong curiosity.

In the end, it just turned into a rather resentful sigh: "Friend Daoist Mo is so secretive!"

"It is said that Meng Haoyi is the leader of this generation of young immortals. I always felt that fellow Taoist fellow Taoist was as good as this person, but I never expected..."

Wu Meng asked curiously: "What didn't you expect?"

Zhou Yunuo glared at him: "It turns out that everyone is afraid of sacrificing their lives, and fellow Taoists don't take it to heart at all."

He nodded.

This is quite right.

"In that case, why do fellow Taoists..."

"Why not kill Meng Haoyi?"

Wu Meng shook his head: "The most difficult thing about this person is that he has a unique character. He is neither ruthless nor fierce, but also feminine and pathos."

His rank is much higher than that of Long Pei, who is also the seed of Youjiao Palace.

Based on the previous situation when Ten Thousand Swords penetrated his body, after confirming that he was certain to die, the other party had no intention of watching the show and left decisively.

It can be seen.

He hates Yunyao and doesn't mind adding insult to injury, but he will never be swayed by hatred.

The plan Wu Meng had thought of earlier was to seek a fight to the death, tricking the opponent into using his strongest sword, and then turning the tide of the battle.

It's a pity that I haven't been able to find the right opportunity.

"Pity."

Zhou Yunuo naturally understood: "Now that we have made enemies, next time our fellow Taoist appears in front of him alive, he will have no chance of taking advantage."

"maybe."

Wu Meng didn't care much about this. There were more important things at the moment: "Fellow Taoist, how is my master's condition?"

"One year."

Zhou Yunuo spit out two words.

(End of this chapter)