Both sides were concerned, and although they did not communicate anymore, they chased out of the house in a very tacit understanding.

For a moment, only the middle-aged butler who was nervous by successive changes was left in the hall.

The middle-aged butler felt much more at this time. He became very safe when he threatened to leave.

After thinking about it, if something is really wrong, Tao Yunju is not a place to stay for a long time, so he must prepare early, so he hurriedly left the house and went to find the servant he ordered...

The people who chased out were extremely skilled in martial arts. Even the two maids around the Pudu Cultivate's genius were not vulgar, as skillful as swallows, as wild as willows, and their light figures were as graceful as immortals.

The group clearly followed the traces of Meng Zhao's fight with King Gebufa. They could see large areas of fresh land plowed by fierce force, renovated deep soil, scattered flowers and plants, and a bunch of hot fire remained, like burning ovens, turning the originally cool and moist air into stuffy and dryness, making people feel panicked.

From these traces alone, you can see the intensity of the fight between Meng Zhao and King Gebufa, but it is impossible to tell which one has a greater advantage.

At the end of the field of view that you can see faintly at the top of the stone wall on the right side of the valley, the golden Buddha light and the purple divine light shine together. The fierce wind blew away the white clouds above the sky, dyeing half of the sky into golden purple, with a huge momentum...

Since Meng Zhao took the lead in leaving the reception hall, he transformed into a purple qi dragon with his versatile skills, winding and moving towards the mountain.

Although this purple qi dragon is only condensed by the illusory qi, Meng Zhao blesses the innate true qi and connects the qi of heaven and earth, strengthening it to a nearly substantial level. The surface of the dragon's body is lingered by a ball of burning purple flames, which adds some attack and killing methods in addition to its strong defense.

Even if the hard and sharp sword slashed on this Qilong, it would probably be burned into iron and melted by the purple flames.

King Gebud was still short and thin, but his straight body was not slower than Meng Zhao's divine dragon's ever-changing speed, because it contained some magical powers and creations of lotus step by step, and it had the ability to cross space. Once he stepped on his foot, he could float past tens of feet away like a glimpse of light, as fast as a ghost.

Moreover, King Gebufa was like a wave and was constantly connected. His thin body contained unparalleled power like a tyrant.

With a casual pull, he pulled up the huge tree of a century-old embedded in the ground, twisting the thousands of roots entangled in the soil, and threw them into the Qi dragon transformed by Meng Zhao like a javelin. The moment the howling sound squeezed out the air, a scattered wind burst out, blowing through the trees in the mountains, and the sound of ghosts crying in the sky.

Most of the time, King Gebufa tightened his fist and hammered in the direction where Meng Zhao was located with great force.

Golden fists rayed across the sky like meteors, setting off bursting force, smashing the primitive forests into pits.

Such a fierce and violent attack, if an ordinary warrior had long been shattered, he would have either been beaten to death or his fighting spirit disappeared and he fled in a hurry.

However, Meng Zhao used his sudden enlightenment to see the opportunity and trajectory of King Gebu's attack, and used his light and agile body technique to avoid it one by one. Occasionally, he would spit out purple fireworks at the back with a purple qi dragon. The heat contained in it was no less than slurry, burning the earth, and absorbing the power of the fire energy between heaven and earth to bless the power of the fire energy and the earth, which was extremely domineering.

However, this purple firework that was enough to melt gold and iron fell on King Gebhu's body and could not cause any damage at all. A thin light golden light flashed, and the dragon elephant qi and blood were roaring. The purple fireworks fell off the surface of their body like silky satin and splashed on the mountains.

The two of them fought one after another, and they kept fighting in constant battles, showing their style, but they only maintained an invincible balanced situation.

When he finally got away from Taoyunju, Meng Zhao stopped next to a deafening waterfall, stepping on a huge round stone wrapped in moss and mushrooms, and was wrapped in green vines.

A green shirt with an open and honest blue shirt complements the surrounding landscape. She carries her hands on her back and stands out naturally.

With a loud bang, King Gebuffalo fell from the sky, smashing the hard stones on the mountain like a comet landing, creating a circular pit several feet apart, with cracks like spider webs.

Seeing that Meng Zhao no longer avoided, the old monk trembled his eyebrows and took off the right half of the robe, revealing his thin and old body, saying,

"You are here to take the battlefield because you are afraid that our battle will cause the energy to destroy the village. Why are you so sure that you can at least resist the old monk's attack?"

The old monk was disdainful of being foolish, but he could see something deep in his heart from Meng Zhao's actions.

If you give it a try, there is no need to be sure. You can't care about Tao Yunju's destruction and your life will be gone. What are these messy external things?

Only when you are confident enough to force everyone to retreat from the sect will you consider it so far.

What this reveals is Meng Zhao's extremely confident. At the same time, the old monk also claimed that he could capture and kill Meng Zhao here, so he was naturally even more curious about what the other party's trump card was.

Meng Zhao looked up at the blue sky, with clouds of different levels floating above them, high and deep, and looking around at the scenery of the mountains and rivers, fresh and natural.

Although the blood was already like boiling boiling water, boiling like a tsunami, the soul was unprecedentedly quiet, calm, quiet, and quiet, and said with a faint smile,

"Confidence and conceit are just a line of separation. The only difference is whether the boy can stop the master's magical skills.

I saw that the master's qi and blood were vigorous, just like a furnace of heaven and earth, with a light skin color and a sign of a Buddhist golden body.

I wonder if I have practiced Buddhism’s horizontal magical skills to the realm of great success?”

He practices martial arts horizontally and even points directly to the broad road of gods and demons, and has a decisive combat power and boundless force. He has always been the most difficult and high combat power.

This Gebu Dharma King is almost capable of a golden body. Meng Zhao was also curious whether the other party really had the martial arts he had practiced to great success. He was even more curious, which one is stronger, his purple-yuan dragon body, or the body that was condensed by the acquired magical skills?

King Gebba looked ashamed,

"The old monk is dull in his qualifications, and the dragon and elephant golden body he cultivates is only a small success. There are still three gates that have not yet disappeared, otherwise it will be considered a golden body."

Meng Zhao's mouth twitched, and the old guy was quite good at Versailles.

Only three gates can lead to a great success in the golden body, which means that you will almost enter the realm of a master. His superb realm and powerful force are still above his estimates.
Chapter completed!