Chapter 292 Overwhelming Advantage

This sound is like thunder and reverberating thousands of miles. Shocked, the disciples of the Chudao League, who had already been eroded by the art of dementing souls, were even more heartbroken, and their hearts trembled, and they couldn't help but collapse around one after another. Meng Sansi had no choice but to condense his voice and drink in front of his head before temporarily suppressing the situation.

But even so, the scene of people's hearts still made him furious.

"Teng Yu, don't show off your ability. Today is the time of your death!"

He dares not procrastinate any longer. If he continues, his own momentum will be worn away. And he has the advantage of the realm of cultivation, and he doesn't believe that the feathers of this refining world can escape from the palm of his hand.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and a strange light suddenly shone out of his pupils and shot Deng Xi directly. At the same time, the breath rolled up like a huge wave in his body. In a loud sound, layers of vast true air as dense as the sea tide surged from his body and gushed out around him.

In an instant, the rainbow was brilliant and colorful!

The already dim sky became bright as if the rising sun had re-emitted.

Those tide-like true gas are not in a hurry to spread far away. On the contrary, they just surrounded Meng Sansi and wandered. Suddenly, in the loud roar, a stream of light gathered around, condensing countless illusory human figures sitting, lying, standing or walking. These humanoid illusions are slightly shining and delicate, as if they were real people, and the extremely pure true air waved in them, as if they would burst out at any time.

"It's a fantasy array of immortals! The alliance leader made a unique move as soon as he came up!"

Among the disciples of the Chudao League below, someone suddenly shouted.

"Lord, kill him!" Hang Chufeng hid in the crowd and shouted loudly. His injury is not as heavy as it seems, but he does not have any ability to do anything at this time. He can only grit his teeth to cheer for Meng Sansi.

The true anger burst out, and Meng Sansi's mood also rose. The feeling of being aggrieved just now was instantly wiped out in the fluctuation of his powerful aura.

He shouted in a low voice: "Teng Yu, take out your strength and let me have a good addiction to kill people!"

Boom!

His aura finally expanded, and the glory was full, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers suddenly disappeared into a scene of brilliance. On the top of Tianshi Mountain, those humanoid illusions seemed to have been awakened by something. At the same time, their eyes opened and floated up and stood on for half a day. They slowly moved and gradually formed a seemingly nothing. The formation is semicircular, surrounding Deng Xi in the center.

"Thousands of Immortals? I'll see how fantastic it is!"

Deng Xi waved his hand, and in an instant, the sky was dark, and the dark night spread from his body for a moment, covering half of Tianshi Mountain, which had just been illuminated like day by a hundred immortals, into the dark night again.

At this time, he has found that the breakthrough of luck last night was indeed not an advanced breakthrough. Instead, it made a wonderful change in my spiritual body.

This change is that when you perform any underworld skills, you will release a very strange power from every particle of your spiritual body with the operation of your true qi. These forces will adhere to the true qi, as if adding a powerful barrier.

He didn't know what these barriers were useful at first. However, after he fought with Meng Sansi in the Holy School, he gradually realized that this barrier is somewhat similar to the boundary between different worlds. Once any enemy's true qi crosses this barrier, it will be affected by the boundary, thus reducing its own power.

And it was for this reason that Meng Sansi failed. He obviously attacked himself with the power of breaking the heavenly realm. After hitting him, his power immediately degenerated the cultivation of the divine realm comparable to his own. How can he do anything about himself?

He still didn't understand why this surprising situation happened to him for a while, but now that he did, he might as well make good use of it. In the battle of Tianshishan, he was going to use his cultivation of the divine realm to kill this opponent who was higher than himself.

Two turbulent forces, one light and one dark, met and collided in the middle of the two, inspiring a series of different halos and arcs. Even the space itself seems to be distorted by them.

Kkaka...

In a violent broken sound, the heaven and earth at the junction of the two forces seem to have signs of being torn under the terrible shear force. And the disciples of the Chudao League under the cover of the two forces have a clear distinction.

Under the cover of Meng Sansi's bright power, the fear in those hearts was quickly suppressed. The mood also rose, and he began to shout Meng Sansi's name to cheer him up.

But those people in Deng Xi's grievance array began to tremble one by one, trembling, and it was difficult to cheer up.

"How can you withstand my thousands of immortals?" Meng Sansi can't believe the scene in front of him. Judging from the other party's aura, although the wind is miserable and ghostly, which is completely opposite to the skills of heaven, the cultivation level shown in it is obviously still the refining the divine realm? How can you compete with your powerful moves to break through the sky?

Although Meng Sansi is fierce and sinister, his own cultivation is by no means ambiguous. Using the huge amount of tonic elixir to return to the elixir, his ability to enter the country is more than 100 times faster than that of other disciples who came in at the same time? As early as half a year ago, he successfully broke through the sky. Unless it is a mysterious team of divine array like the five brothers of the Lin family, it can be said that he can already dominate in the outer courtyard of the Avenue College.

But at this moment, why can't you overwhelm your opponent at one stroke? Is it just words to suppress this kind of thing?

Woo-hoo!

Millions of vicious grievances who screamed heartbreakingly have swarmed up, crossed the edge of the two-person array, and squeezed into the fantasy array of hundreds of immortals. Immediately after that, Deng Xi stepped forward in the wind of a storm of resentment.

"Look for death!"

When Meng Sansi saw that the other party was not suppressed by himself, he also attacked him. Suddenly, he was furious, his body shook, and disappeared from the same place. At the same time, the humanoid illusion suspended all over the sky seemed to have suddenly gained a soul, with a solemn face, and instantly condensed all kinds of aura blades such as swords, spears and halberd in his hands.

They shone brightly and killed the resentful spirits who rushed straight up.

In an instant, the light and darkness attacked, and the hundreds of illusions rushed into the array of millions of grievances that were spraying highly poisonous hell insects.

hong hong hong... plung...

The illusions wielding the spiritual blade stimulate the colorful arcs that rush through the sky, open and close, or disperse the assault, or gather into arrays, cooperate with each other, inspire each other, and strive to kill the grievances all over the sky, and send them back to their own world. And these illusions themselves were also eroded by the insects splashing down into the sky, falling apart and turned into bubbles.

This is a fierce battle with deep skills. It seems that before the skills of both sides are exhausted, those horrible grievances and the incarnations of light and shadow will continue to emerge and be endless.

But soon, Meng Sansi knew that the first person who exhausted his skills must be himself.

"Where on earth did this boy's skills come from?"

Meng Sansi shouted secretly in his heart. No matter how he urged Zhenqi, he could not overwhelm the other party. Instead, he let the other party's formation gradually prevail and kept squeezing towards his side.

That is Deng Xi's split in the pot, constantly absorbing the aura of refining the soul, constantly supplementing the power of his real body. On the one hand, the more you fight, the less you fight, but on the other, you fight more. How can Meng Sansi not be defeated?

This feeling that his cultivation is dominant, but he has been suppressed by the other party has been more and more damaged, and he is almost going to collapse. He can only passively incarnate in his own phantom and resist it.

At this time, Deng Xi, who had already stared at his real position, suddenly urged him. The resentful spirits that were spinning like a tornado suddenly gave up their original goal and rushed straight to an inconspicuous spear-holding phantom. It roared several times, like a meteorite falling to the ground, crashing up one after another.

In a moment, the light and shadow burst and the poisonous water splashed. Meng Sansi's phantom split has been completely shattered.

However, Meng Sansi's real body, like a ghost, was transmitted to another illusion almost at the same time. This is his unique secret of the thousands of immortals. The hundreds of phantoms with different shapes can make him change and hide at will.

Deng Xi sneered: "Running very fast," immediately turned around, urged the resentful hurricane again, and swept over.

Boom...

One after another, no matter how Meng Sansi dodged, the storm of resentment roaring from all directions rushed over like eyes and tore it into pieces.

Finally, when all the illusions were smashed, Meng Sansi's real body was also revealed. His eyes were red, his face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and floated in the air.

The dark clouds are on the top, and the dark curtain covers the sky. Deng Xi's grievances have completely controlled Tianshi Mountain in his own hands. And those disciples of the Chudao League, who had just been inspired by Meng Sansi's great power, all fell into fear as if they had fallen into hell. One by one, they lay on the ground and howled.

At this moment, in the center of thousands of resentment that cover the sky and the sun, in a rotating hurricane like a black dragon, Deng Xi was condescending and shouted in a low voice, "Lord Meng Meng, do you still need to resist? Can I come to pick up your head?"

"You! Do you dare to kill me? Do you know what happens when you kill me? Meng Sansi shouted hoarsely. He lost the ability to resist, but did not lose the will to survive. Bullying and fearing the strong, threats and intimidation have been his invincible magic weapon for a long time.

Deng Xi smiled faintly: "I know that the consequences are terrible. Meng Ganlin will make me unable to eat."

Meng Sansi was overjoyed and immediately shouted: "Just know! I failed today, so I won't care about you. In the future, when you take your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge, no one will hinder anyone.

"Hmm!" Deng Xi's face darkened: "It's a pity that you are wrong, but I'm not afraid of your seventh uncle. What I want is just your life!"