Hearing Meng Zhao's question, the monk Nagarjuna smiled bitterly and shook his head and said,

"I don't know that these things are all learned from the secrets of the royal family. My knowledge is limited, and the one who knows the most is the Emperor Beitang Sheng of the dynasty.

In my opinion, even if there is no change, this statue of the great demon still has infinite divine power. If you are willing to work hard to find the trick and use it to activate the power of the god and demon level, it is not impossible. Moreover, this is not an ordinary god and demon, but a great demon."

Since ancient times, not many people can actually be called great demons. Even in the ancient times when Hongmeng first opened, gods and demons were everywhere, and great demons were not able to be cultivated casually.

Therefore, the statement from Nagarjuna Monk was completely fine, and Meng Zhao also listened to it.

The strongest method he had on his body was to use the power of the Taoist fruit stored in the divine mirror. Using this as the source, activate the divine mirror to emit power at the level of gods and demons. Even if the divine mirror is extraordinary, it is not impossible to kill gods and demons.

But compared to the statue of the great demon god, it should be a little less than that, unless Meng Zhao completely repairs the mirror of the Heavenly God.

Or, if Meng Zhao himself cultivated into a god and demon, in this case, with his purple-yuan dragon body, he has no talent and strong foundation, and is not afraid of the statue of a great demon god.

Otherwise, this factor must be calculated so as to avoid losing all the game in the future if one move is different.

Meng Zhao is not sure why Nagarjuna suddenly mentioned the statue of the Great Demon God, but he still has a lot of affection, saying,

"Master Nagarjuna, your news is very important to me. Thank you. Do you need me to do something for you in the image of this Feiyu clan?"

After repaying his favor, Meng Zhao felt that it would be impossible to help the monk Nagarjuna cover up for the time being, but it was still time alive.

However, Nagarjuna Monk would not feel that the existence of two gods really brought him great pressure.

"Forget it, I'm talking about this today just to settle the relationship with you. I hope we will never meet!"

As soon as the words came, the monk Nagarjuna let out a long roar, and the sharp sound spread throughout Xiaohan Mountain. The few monks in the temple could also hear it clearly.

And it was the moment when this sound fell into his ears that all the monks, no matter how good their cultivation was, fell to the ground. Inside their bodies, the endless energy and mind were tempered into one, turning into a golden ball of light, breaking through the body, and flying towards the direction where Nagarjuna monk was.

What is left is the hollowed-out body, and the dead can no longer die. Even when the wind blows gently, it turns into powder and floats everywhere.

In an instant, a large number of golden light balls rose up in the entire Xiaohanshan Temple, like fireflies on summer nights, very conspicuous.

Meng Zhao watched the monk Nagarjuna swallow all the various light balls that rose from all over Xiaohanshan Temple into his belly. It was obviously an extremely sinister magical power.

Immediately, the monk Nagarjuna ignored Meng Zhao and shook himself, rose up from the ground, turned into a stream of light and disappeared. At the same time, the huge Xiaohanshan Temple exploded with a blast under the explosion of a powerful force of thought, turning into a ruin, and even caused the Hanshan Mountains to tilt a little.

Such a big news would never be able to hide from Zhaoruling hidden outside Xiaohanshan Temple.

A divine light intertwined with black and white flashed, and Zhaoru Ling fell to the back mountain and showed his presence in front of Meng Zhao.

"Why, this Nagarjuna Monk suddenly ran away. Don't you chase after him?"

Although Zhao Ruling was a celestial being, he was also taught by Meng Zhao and was well-versed in the art of listening to the wind. However, before this place, Meng Zhao's thoughts of the soul existed, and endless thoughts filled the entire air, and the technique of listening to the wind was isolated. Therefore, he knew exactly what was happening here, and Meng Zhao said something to the monk Nagarjuna.

Meng Zhao's flesh squirmed, and in a moment, he returned to his body shape. The pair of wings behind him also disappeared without a trace, saying,

"No need to chase after him. The Nagarjuna monk and Beitangsheng are not on the same side. However, Beitangsheng just wants to instruct him to do things."

As he said that, Meng Zhao told Zhao Ruling that the monk Nagarjuna wanted to refine the young man of the Tianlang clan, and that he destroyed him, and what the two of them had talked to him. Of course, he also concealed something.

At least, Meng Zhao asked about this part of Zhaoruling's relationship with the Beitang royal family, and he would not tell him about it.

Even Zhao Ru made him realize that Meng Zhao was a suspicious and cautious person and would never trust him easily, but no matter how he knew, some things could not be said.

Zhaoruling is a little regretful,

"The Peacock King Sutra is the supreme magical skill of Buddhism, which is a pity."

Meng Zhao did not comment. Perhaps the Peacock Mingwang Sutra is powerful, but Meng Zhao did not think it could be stronger than his Tianlong Ziwei Emperor Sutra. Especially since he got the secret technique and magical powers he wanted for the five-color divine light, he ignored this martial arts even more.

Moreover, the martial arts of the Dragon Stories monk should be far more than a Peacock King Sutra.

At least, the method of smelting the Buddha treasure into the Great Sun Fire Dragon is definitely not the magical power of killing recorded in the Peacock King Sutra. It is likely that it is another Buddhist magical skill.

This is normal. Meng Zhao is well-versed in more than one magical skill. Nagarjuna has been practicing for decades, traveling to China and the polar ice fields. He is also very powerful in martial arts, and has some experiences and good fortune. It is also very normal.

"It's no pity. This person's martial arts skills are not weak. Even if you and I join forces to kill them, it's hard to guarantee that he will jump over the wall. At that time, it will be more than worth the loss to you and me. There is no need to force him too much."

To put it bluntly, Meng Zhao used his own method to confirm that the Nagarjuna Monk and Beitangsheng were not from the same place. He did not threaten him and the arrangements and plans for the Northland for the time being, so he chose to let the other party go.

If he was sure that Nagarjuna was a big trouble, it would be acceptable to kill him even if he paid some price.

Zhao Ruling nodded, and what Meng Zhao said was not without reason.

Take him as an example. If he fought hard and had the belief that he would die, even the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace would never be able to escape unscathed.

At worst, you can devote all your own cultivation. All the self-destruction, the power, and the lethality are not something that the gods can calmly take.

"Do you know that great demon statue?"

Zhao Ruling shook his head,

"It's unheard of. In fact, if this so-called statue of the great demon god was really used to suppress the great fortune of Shenzhou martial arts, it would never be possible for outsiders to know that except for the core members of the Beitang royal family, even the successive emperors."

Meng Zhao agrees with this point.

The guy Nagarjuna, probably his identity is not that simple. Even if he is a royal family, he is divided into different levels.

Even if this guy is not ruled out that he steals the secrets of the royal family, he is a mystery. Why did he or she ordained into Buddhism, why he left Dacien Temple, and why he came to the polar ice field? It is all a mystery.
Chapter completed!