Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

The conversion of this damn thing into equivalent has to be done in tons at least, right?

Although his heart was pounding, Meng continued to play the soul-suppressing tune on the basis of the principle of never admitting cowardice when he came out to play, and at the same time secretly mobilized the small amount of immortal energy in his upper dantian to prepare for the next situation.

On the other side of him, the old hooligan who realized that he had missed a blow turned around and jumped out of the range of the sonic attack, looking at meng lang solemnly.

"The young man is quite capable. The pressure on me from this Yin Gong is even greater than the eight strange skills I have seen before, plus his rumored spell that can summon meteorites... good!The florist has a successor! '

Although he was secretly happy, the old master still had no intention of stopping.

Just like what Zeng Yi said before, he is also very curious about where Meng's limit is...

s: second update

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Chapter 354 Meng Lang VS Old Heavenly Master (End)

"The heaven and the earth are natural, and the filth is dispersed.

The mysterious void in the cave, Huang Lang Taiyuan..."

Seeing the colorful glow played by Meng Lang not far away, the old master slowly began to chant.

"...the demon king puts his hands on his hands and guards my house;

The filth dissipates, but Dao Qi remains forever! "

After the recitation of the "Jing Tian Di Shen Mantra", which belongs to the same eight great mantras as the "Golden Light Mantra" and "Spiritual Purification Mantra", the old hooligan smiled lightly, and casually pointed his finger at the area of ​​the sound attack.

Meng Lang, who was full of knowledge and domineering, "seeed" clearly.

A ray of light suddenly appeared on the old but not skinny fingertips of the Tianshi, like a giant kun going out to sea, like a long rainbow piercing the sky, like a star falling to the ground, or like a dragon soaring through the clouds.

Where the light shines, the ten thousand rays of light that escaped from the Yaoqin suddenly faded away, and the winding fairy sounds also disappeared, and the artistic conception of "soul suppression" was greatly reduced.

The old rascal saw the right moment, and the golden thunder shone again, pointing to the blue sky.

"Boom—"

There was a deafening thunderclap, and a bluish-white sky thunder the thickness of a bucket was controlled by Wu Leizhengfa to strike straight down, and it can be easily observed in the domineering power of knowledge that its landing point is... half a meter in front of Meng.

Meng Lang smiled slightly, obviously he had expected the old Tianshi's benevolence, and knew that he would not really put the lore means on himself.

However, he, Meng, does not intend to exit the game as a loser!

With the electric mind turning, ripples swayed in the Niwan Palace of the upper dantian, and the golden drop-shaped fairy energy flowed into the limbs and bones in an instant.

With a casual touch on the strings, the solemn and harmonious "Tune of the Soul" just now disappeared, and the sound of the piano turned into the impassioned and impassioned "Dragon of the Sea".

In the sound of ding ding dong dong, everyone on the sidelines seemed to see a strong sound wave bursting out of the air, turning into a majestic and domineering five-clawed golden dragon, circling and flying away from the ground, brazenly facing the old celestial master. The next nine days of thunder.

"Crack—aw—"

The golden dragon and the thunder criss-crossed and struck each other in the sky, and the deafening clang came to the ears, and a change occurred in a very short moment.

Absolute movement becomes absolute stillness.

The two powerful spells disappeared as if they disappeared out of thin air, and the doomsday scene just now seemed to be just an illusion.

After the dust and smoke cleared, everything seemed to have never happened, only the ghost-like expressions of the audience on the sidelines showed that they had just witnessed what an outrageous battle between dragons and tigers.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

The old rascal laughed and scattered the thunder in his palm:

"Meng Xiaoyou has such a cultivation level at the age of a weak crown, the old man is really ashamed!

Since you can't do anything with the technique of thunder, you don't need to use the next few moves, and the poor are willing to bow down! "

Meng Lang also waved away the Yaoqin and Flying Sword in his palm, and clasped his fists with a smile:

"Where is the celestial master? The junior is just lucky to block your three moves and two moves, which is far inferior to your hundred-year-old cultivation base!"

While the old and the young were flattering each other humbly over there, the audience here were still trying to digest——

The light in Lu Ci's single eye flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Xingtong's eyes straightened: "Is this the real power that is the best in the world? The power of that move just now, even if you call Uncle Liu Kunsheng's body, it can't stop it?"

Zhang Chulan fell into a dream: "It's unbelievable... These two monsters who are not human at all are my backers? Who will I be afraid of in the future?"

Lu Jin was about to get angry when he heard Bilian's young man muttering to himself, but when he thought about the battle just now, the initial trace of dissatisfaction instantly turned into melancholy:

"Oh... Zhuge's family is so lucky!"

On the other side, Hu Yifei looked at the battle just now with bright eyes, only to feel that the soul of the warrior that had been silent for many years in his chest was burning again.

And beside her, Zeng Xiaoxian muttered to himself with a look of doubt on his life:

"Illusion! It's all an illusion! What flying sword, what golden dragon, what sky thunder and lightning...

dream!

Ha ha ha ha!Yes, that's right!I must be dreaming! "

But the next second.

"Dang—" Zeng Yi, who was covered in black lines, punched his worthless son to the ground, and then turned to look at the other two brothers.

Lin Xiao, who had always been calm, nodded with joy at this moment: "Now it seems that the strength of the old Tianshi and Minister Meng is obviously stronger than that of Fred back then.

Even if he has made some progress over the years and seized a hundred times the magic power to solve the problem of protracted battles, logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be stronger than Tianshi and Minister Meng..."

Alexandre Dumas also looked excited: "Besides, even if that bastard Fred has many means, we only need to ask the Celestial Master and Minister Meng to join hands to be sure of winning... Brother, we have waited for almost 40 years, and now the opportunity for revenge is finally here coming!"

Hearing this, Zeng Yi kicked his son's ass again, and finally a smile appeared on his usually serious face:

"That's right, we were afraid that something would happen to the old celestial master facing Fred alone, and the plan that we have been afraid to use can finally be activated!"

After saying that, he looked up at the two hooligans, one old and one young, who were still bragging about business not far away, and shouted loudly: "Old Master! Minister Meng! Let's find a place to talk about it in detail?"

Meng Lang and Lao Tianshi were a little embarrassed because they flattered each other so much that they almost ran out of words, so they immediately nodded in agreement.

Two 10 minutes later.

Meng Lang, Tianshi and the five brothers, plus Zeng Xiaoxian, came to a remote room for a meeting, while Lu Jin and the others tactfully helped guard the door...

Another hour later.