"Out!" Cuian Yu raised his hand and shot a bolt of thunder, whose voice spread for 100 li and dispelled demons, though the power of the spell was not large, it was limited to a relatively small area, but it succeeded in tearing through the blood mist protection and revealing the malevolent old man in tattered Taoist robes.
Deng Chanyu glanced at him and felt a lack of interest. This fellow doesn't handle things openly. He dared to intercept me outside, yet he didn't even bring the Ani Sword. Are you overestimating yourself or undervaluing me?
Working hard to fight and gain nothing as a reward.
The goal was probably to make me care and hurt, such a vicious calculation!
Menghe saw that his disguise had been exposed and was enraged, "You junior, today let me show you the power of my ancestor!"
Deng Chanyu refused to let him have his way: "Old fellow, today let you see the path you have never truly ventured into."
Previously, she had to rely on persuasion with words and the Saint's treasure to deal with Grandmaster Minghe, but now that is no longer necessary.
Menghe transformed into numerous blood-red shadows that moved incredibly fast, moving around her, searching for weaknesses. This technique was both effective in confusing the enemy and in attacking, looking like a hundred enemies at once. The psychological pressure it generated was enormous.
Deng Chanyu did not practice the True Way or similar Grand Dao, so she could not see through Menghe's true form, or perhaps all of these are his true forms. Relying on the versatile nature of the Blood God essence and his own extraordinary cultivation, Menghe was able to become a ruler in Hongwu, which showed he had some abilities.
If one cannot distinguish, then it's best not to differentiate.
She lifted her palm and randomly selected one of the blood-colored figures. The aquatic essence of Yunmengze was instantly controlled by her, surrounding this figure from all sides, and then quickly penetrating. Adding water to blood, in less than three breaths of time, from the outside in, she absorbed a large amount of aquatic essence, transforming the blood essence into a semi-transparent humanoid creature.
This technique was something she learned from a chaotic demon lord whose name she could not remember. It was described by Pangu as flashy and showy, and then the demon lord's head was chopped off with a hammer.
Although the demon god died peacefully, Deng Chanyu still felt that this technique had its merits. She tried it out at this time, and the effect seemed to be quite good.
Her mysterious tactics surprised Menghe greatly. The blood spirit under his control showed a noticeable lag. While he could still control it, its speed, spiritual awareness, and strength were much less than before.
"The young man has some skills, but it's just a clone of the old ancestor. Ah, the old one." Menghe's previous words sounded like he had something stuck in his mouth, his speech was muffled. Now that he spoke, it sounded much clearer, like a clear stream flowing through a mountain gorge. This is not good news at all, at least not for him.
Deng Chanyu pointed to the blood spirit that had been corroded by aquatic essence, and seven space barriers were crushed down on it. The blood spirit had no resistance and its face, similar to Menghe's but with about 70% resemblance, showed panic. Its body was then crushed into pieces, and when it burst open, the space barrier disappeared along with it. Many blobs of blood splashed in all directions from the bursting body, and more blood spirit clones were stained with the water essence loaded with ingredients, turning into a semi-transparent state.
Menghe quickly waved his hand to sever the connections between these clones and himself, allowing them to revert back into blood and water, and then absorb the blood water back into his own essence.
"This must be your true form then? It's quite deceptive, but it's not hard to find." Deng Chanyu suddenly appeared behind the tiger demon Xuanjun, and that guy was indeed Menghe's true form.
Menghe slashed out with a sword, but this time he indeed did not bring out the Analects of True Suffering. Instead, he used a high-quality talisman sword.
The sword light was sharp and impenetrable, a single slash causing the surrounding spiritual energy waves to halt. Just by looking at his cultivation in the sword arts, Menghe could be regarded as a powerful figure in his realm.
Deng Chanyu's defense in front of her collapsed instantly, the spatial barrier was torn into countless holes, and the blood-colored sword light was endless, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. There was a sense of danger everywhere within her sight.
"Puff" a muffled sound, Menghe's carefully prepared killing move struck its target, but it was not the target he had intended.
A lotus leaf emerged abruptly, the green lotus leaf blooming in the midst of the blood light. The petals fluttered with the wind, releasing a fragrance that dispersed the blood scent brought by Menghe. The lotus and the immortal complemented each other beautifully, creating a scene that was overly magnificent for a moment.
Deng Chanyu sits on a massive lotus platform, with each lotus leaf forming a world of its own, there are a hundred and twenty-eight such worlds.
"What is this talisman?" Menghe was quite familiar with the lotus platform, since the Twelve-Grade Venerable Flame Lotus, his companion spirit treasure, was a lotus. At this moment, Deng Chanyu produced a lotus platform of over one hundred and twenty grades, which was truly beyond his comprehension. It's just too much!
A series of crisp cracks, the illusion of the chaotic blue lotus formed by Deng Chanyu's water essence from the Yunmeng Lake completely collapsed. The spiritual energy here was too sparse, not enough for her to carry out deep-level construction; it was only superficial, which is why it was shattered by Menghe's attack.
"Let it be shattered." She waved her hand, and the space around her shook violently. The spatial ripples pushed the lotus petals covering an area of one million square miles, enveloping the entire region.
Menghe continued to attack aggressively, while Deng Chanyu only defended and did not counterattack. It took more than a cup of tea to complete the setup. Just as Menghe hid his sword in the blood light again, preparing to stab, she drew out the severed immortality sword, with an aura as brilliant as a rainbow, and struck out a sword using a force application technique that Menghe had never seen before, using the most pure and direct method to slash.
The severed immortality sword let out a moan of exhaustion, but Deng Chanyu did not pay any attention to it. Her eyes were only focused on her enemy, Menghe.
With a single stroke, Deng Chanyu believed she could cleave her enemy in half. Her sword would definitely hit its mark and could definitely kill her enemy. She had this certainty, and Menghe also had this premonition.
In that instant, he no longer regarded himself as a senior scholar. His sword moves were interwoven with strength and weakness, and his defenses were guarded to the utmost extent. However, he still had room for a counterattack in case of dire situations. Blood-red mist condensed from all sides, and even the sky over Yunmeng Lake seemed to bear a blood-red sun.
Lacking the powerful weapons like Yuan Tu and Ana, he had already brought his swordsmanship to its peak. But in front of Deng Chanyu's seemingly skillless one-stroke attack, it was still not enough.
Deng Chanyu's sword has traces of Teng Yao's style. That is, the vast and powerful force that oppresses people, the actual core of which has a touch of Pangu's essence. She abandoned all techniques and let her swordplay return to the most primitive and purest direction. As she strikes, the time in Yunmeng Lake freezes, and all living things within a million-mile region remain static. Neither advancing nor retreating, their own time slows down countless times.
"Click" a crisp sound, Menghe's talisman sword, of grade just below Yuan Tu and Ana, was severed on the spot. The needle hidden inside was no longer hidden; not only was the needle cut, but the cotton did not escape either. Menghe's true form was split in half from the middle by this stroke.
