Meng Daoren's three defensive measures in front of him were instantly shattered. A piece of animal bone with a primitive and wild atmosphere appeared on his forehead, its unique rhythm causing an involuntary fear in one's heart. The Yellow Dragon ignored it, and in a moment, the animal bone was also chopped into pieces by the sword light he produced with his sword.
The true energy of Huanglong was merged with his sword, and the accumulated strength of his strike was truly astonishing and earth-shattering.
Meng Daoren no longer had legs and could only float by means of his magical power. At this moment, he felt a series of piercing pains in his eyes. As a blood-winged black mosquito, his vision was exceptionally keen, but now his vision was blurred, as if veiled by a layer of white curtain, allowing him to barely make out the figure of the Yellow Dragon.
He was secretly annoyed. The distance between them was too close, and using the Sword of Severing Immortals would not be in time. He unleashed his brute strength and hit forward with a full-powered palm.
The continuous vibration caused the array to tremble. Huanglong did not dodge, allowing the great force to hit his shoulders. The standard Huanjiao Bagua Immortal Robe was instantly shattered, and his Dragon race body, known for its resilience, was beaten into a bloody mess. However, his grip on the sword remained steady, so steady that when the sword light swept past Meng Daoren's eyes, there was not even a hint of deviation.
The True Immortal Huanglong was struck backwards with a palm, his scales and blood sprinkling across the ground. Half of his body was nearly shattered, and his golden immortal fruit was hit so hard that it wavered. It was only after swallowing several elixirs sent by the golden-horned and silver-horned devils before that he managed to stabilize his cultivation.
He was injured so severely that Meng Daoren can scarcely bear to think about it.
Meng Daoren's face bore a deep sword wound that could be seen to the bone, and both of his eyes were completely destroyed. This sword stroke not only ruined his eyes but also obliterated nearly half of his consciousness with cosmic force. As a blood-winged black mosquito that roamed through the Huanghua era, he could even absorb the essence of blood and flesh from Guishenmu (the mother goddess) under the noses of saints, taking in the 12th grade Golden Lotus of Merit and depending on his acute senses.
At this point, his senses were not just dull, they could be called completely insensitive.
The Phoenix looked at Tai Bai Jing, indicating that he was asking if the array could continue to hold.
Tai Bai Jing hesitated for a moment. Earlier, Meng Daoren's palm strike was fortunate enough to be borne by the True Immortal Huanglong with his body, taking on most of the blow. If it had struck within the array, there might have been a hole punched through it.
The question-and-answer form was passed down by Hongjun, but the array was not, nor were the arrangers. These ordinary celestial soldiers and generals not only had a chasm-like gap in their cultivation levels but also lacked experience.
Normally speaking, even without Huanglong's hard defense, Meng Daoren's palm strike should have been able to withstand it. The Heavenly Array was carefully studied by Hou Tian and is not so weak. The main reason is that these celestial soldiers and generals were panicking and flustered. Fortunately, the Will of the Heavens was on their side, and Huanglong acted as if he had prescient knowledge, using his own body to directly receive a blow
Worrying that the night might bring more dreams, he nodded, indicating that they could hold out for another round of questioning.
The Phoenix indicated to Julong Shen to be ready, and Jueling Shen's face displayed a question mark? Ah, me?
The Phoenix didn't bother with him either. The indistinct voice resounded in Meng Daoren's ears once again.
"Does the heavens have a head?"
Meng Daoren had already completely understood their tricks. No matter how they answered these questions, they were all wrong! What the hell is going on? There is no standard answer!
The best method to break the array is to ignore it and charge out recklessly.
But at this moment, with his legs broken and eyes blind, his own condition was extremely poor. Relying solely on the little bit of spiritual awareness he had left, he could discern that there was a burly man carrying an enormous axe aiming to chop off his head from a distance.
Meng Daoren did not utter a word, and raised his sword to strike towards the direction of Jueling Shen.
I won't make a sound and see what you do!
Jueling Shen was frightened. "Aren't we being helped by the will of the heavens? Come and aid me!"
The Phoenix's voice resounded in his heart, "Hold out for thirty breaths, and he will be considered to have abandoned the fight. Only then can we use the power of heaven to punish him."
Jueling Shen was at a loss, "Can I hold up against a Daoluo Golden Immortal for thirty breaths?"
Kui Long held a grudge against Meng Daoren for the amputation of his arm. Seeing that Jueling Shen was no match for him, he transformed into a silent bolt of thunder and suddenly appeared before Meng Daoren.
There was a confrontation between the two before in the Heavenly Court's prison. At that time, Meng Daoren played with Kui Long like a game, amusing him with his Zhenxian cultivation level.
Now both parties had been elevated to the Daoluo realm, although Meng Daoren had broken his legs and gone blind, he was almost equivalent to a peak Daoluo realm, with all his experiences from the Zhenxian era still intact. In comparison, Kui Long was just starting out in the Daoluo realm, and there was a noticeable disparity between them.
The distance was significant.
After three moves, Kui Long's left rib was pierced by the Sword of Severing Immortals. Kui Long used his muscles and his right hand to tightly clamp the blade.
The dragon is as fiery as a firebrand. Seeing that Kui Long was no match, he held a massive sword like a plank of wood and descended from the heavens, like the moon plummeting to the earth, slicing out a continuous sword light that stretched for several miles.
Meng Daoren's heart scoffed, a brute who relies solely on physical strength.
In the past, he would have ridiculed them with a few words, but now he dared not say a single word.
Kui Long, aren't you supposed to be tightly clamping the Sword of Severing Immortals with your muscles? Just let it go.
He discarded the Sword of Severing Immortals, and with his right hand, he withdrew an intangible sword from his own spine. As his ferocious qi flowed into the blade, a trace of blackness appeared out of thin air.
The Xuanmen Daoist cultivates the Dao and progressively certifies the Ultimate Reality through practice. The Phoenix race possesses the Nirvana god power, and Phoenix has already undergone five rounds of Nirvana. The Yuan Feng was stuck in the eighth round of Nirvana by the will of the heavens. Meng Daoren relies on metamorphosis; every time he has a significant cultivation breakthrough, he will burrow into seclusion to undergo metamorphosis.
Now, this intangible sword is made from the shell of the blood-winged black mosquito when it was a Daoluo Golden Immortal.
He named it Hei Feng Jian, the black sword without luster, and its sword form was completely silent. His sword was also hidden with the True Essence of blood and flesh Meng Daoren had absorbed countless times.
This is his innate ability, which is inferior to the cultivation methods of the Zhenxian immortals in manipulating the power of the Great Way. It relies purely on instinct and is comparable to the divine abilities of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Golden Phoenix tribes. This is because this move has touched upon the Great Way, but lacks deep insight.
The basic ability of blood-winged black mosquito is to consume blood food. Meng Daoren has developed this ability to its limit and it is his talent. The Heavenly Dao will not limit the ability of blood-winged black mosquito to consume blood food, so consuming blood food, as well as the True Essence that has been developed after it, are not within the scope of the control of the Heavenly Dao's power.
For Meng Daoren, blood and flesh are blood food, vitality is also blood food, and everything in the world can be considered some form of blood food.
Drawing a mouthful of blood from you, a piece of flesh from him, or a trace of essence from the primitive chaos — this is his way of existence.
Meng Daoren's sword, named "Theft of Time," was filled with decaying and rotten smells. Pan Lu's expression changed drastically as the Hei Feng Jian nearly enveloped all of his evasion directions from the past, present, and future. He watched helplessly as the blade lightly sliced through his chest, and in an instant, he lost ten thousand years of life.
Low-level mosquitoes can only suck blood, but blood-winged black mosquitoes can absorb lifespan.
Even for a true dragon with a long life, losing ten thousand years is painful enough. The life force was drawn away, and the power was lost by half. The door panel giant sword's strike fell empty, and Pan Lu stumbled backward, drawing his body back in haste.
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