The thunder talisman flew up into the wind, and a large number of sky thunders gathered in an instant.
The blue-purple sky thunder turned into a thunder ball and crashed down towards Meng Xinghe.
Facing that terrifying thunder ball, Meng Xinghe was not at all confused.
Holding a storage trick in his hand, he turned his cuffs and swept towards the thunder ball.
As the saying goes, there is a great universe in one's sleeves. Although Meng Xinghe has not mastered the real art of universe in one's sleeves, using the sleeves of his robe to cast spells is one of the commonly used methods among practitioners.
Although there may not be anything hidden inside, there must be something mysterious about it.
The thunder ball fell into the cuff, and the rolling arc of thunder danced slightly on Meng Xinghe's cuff for a few minutes, and then disappeared.
It was as if the thunder that had erupted before was just an illusion.
The yellow-robed Taoist snorted coldly and picked up a handful of yellow paper.
Tear it up casually.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of paper people and paper horses were torn out by hand.
After dotting the eyes with spiritual blood and injecting true energy.
These paper figures and horses immediately became three-dimensional and transformed into real people, wearing golden armor and holding swords, guns, axes and axes.
Paper horses carried paper figures, formed a military formation, and flew towards Meng Xinghe.
Although these paper figures are not monks, they are very hard and extremely fast with the blessing of magic.
Having these paper figures entangled in close quarters would at least cause a lot of trouble to Meng Xinghe.
Many people in the crowd watching the battle suddenly began to curse.
Huangpao Taoist's move completely took advantage of the loopholes in the rules of fighting.
Previously, he did not use sword skills to provoke Meng Xinghe, but now he cut out paper figures and went to fight with Meng Xinghe in close combat. Although the rules were correct, it did not make sense in terms of cleanup and seemed despicable.
Faced with the voice of doubt, Taoist Huangpao didn't take it seriously at all.
Every monk who completely chooses to give up frontal combat and hand-to-hand combat has a moment of pragmatism and truth-seeking.
The way of the sword, the way of the sword, the way of martial arts... are all bullshit to them.
It's putting the cart before the horse.
If you can win with wisdom, why should you stick to some unnecessary so-called 'morals'?
Meng Xinghe didn't have any mood swings.
When he promised Taoist Huangpao not to use sword skills, he had already expected that there would be such a move.
The reason why he agreed was because Meng Xinghe wanted to win Undisputed.
He also has absolute confidence in himself.
When a large number of paper figures rode towards them at full speed on paper horses.
Meng Xinghe snapped his fingers.
Then a huge fireball floated directly in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Xinghe shook his finger in place, as if drawing a circle.
Then more fireballs continued to appear, and then merged into the initial fireball.
The temperature inside the fireball continues to rise.
The originally orange-red fireball gradually turned towards a faint blue... or even deep black.
When the fireball erupted, the paper figures and horses that had been cast with fire protection spells were incinerated before they could survive a single round.
The fireball did not disappear, but flew towards the yellow-robed Taoist at a speed as fast as lightning.
The yellow-robed Taoist's expression changed drastically.
He took out a jade gourd from his arms and took a sip of water.
Then he opened his mouth and sprayed loudly.
The surging water rushed towards the black fireball.
The collision of water and fire creates a large amount of water mist.
But this battle between water and fire lasted for nearly half an hour.
In the end, Taoist Huangpao almost vomited out the stomach acid in his stomach before finally extinguishing the black flame.
At this time, I was already a little exhausted. I was holding the table with both hands, my legs were trembling, and I was panting.
He looked at Meng Xinghe with white lips.
Borrowing the power of his own magic weapon broke the original rules.
Even so, it took him so long to destroy a ball of fire that Meng Xinghe summoned at random. During this period, whenever Meng Xinghe made another move, he could only feel resentful on the spot.
In this case, the outcome is already clear.
The yellow-robed Taoist refused to admit defeat, but said with trembling lips: "Okay... very good! It seems that you are not only good at swordsmanship, incantation, and Taoism. You and I are evenly matched."
Faced with Taoist Huangpao's words "evenly matched", the crowd responded with loud boos.
Compared with Meng Xinghe's "elegant demeanor", the yellow-robed Taoist's pursuit of victory seemed too unbearable.
"However, I still have one last trick. If you can still compete with me, it doesn't matter if I admit defeat." Taoist Huangpao turned a deaf ear to the insults and boos around him.
He is a staunch guy.
These insults and criticisms are only temporary.
Not to mention ten or a hundred years later, even a month or two later, they will forget about this incident.
But victory is eternal.
The benefits brought by victory will be integrated into oneself and become capital for further practice.
Meng Xinghe made a gesture of invitation.
He put his hands behind his back, as if he didn't care.
But he had already quickly pinched the seal in his hand, not as casually as he appeared.
Everything that seems effortless is just because we have done a lot of hard work in secret that people cannot see.
The yellow-robed Taoist punched his heart three times with his fist.
Then he spit out a few mouthfuls of his blood.
The blood fell into the bowl. Taoist Huangpao dipped his middle finger in the blood and quickly painted on the three flags.
When the first flag was painted, there was a strong wind between heaven and earth, as if thousands of ghosts were wailing.
After the second order flag was painted, the five qi, wind and thunder were moving, faintly reflecting the celestial phenomena.
After the last command flag was completed, although no vision was born, the eyes of people looking at the last command flag were full of confusion. Almost most people were forced to fall into the illusion and were unable to extricate themselves.
Each of the three command flags has its own purpose.
"The ghosts on the earth listen to the command, and three thousand ghosts and demons appear quickly. The celestial phenomena listen to the command, and the five qi in the sky all belong to my destiny."
Two command flags flew out.
The dark wind combined with raging thunder, strong winds, hail and other celestial phenomena, and gathered three thousand ghost figures. These ghost figures were strangely consistent with the celestial phenomena, and even transcended the category of ghosts, and seemed to have entered the ranks of ghosts and gods.
Riding on the five qi of all phenomena, the ghosts and gods pounced ferociously towards Meng Xinghe.
They each have their own strengths and prestige.
Meng Xinghe finished pinching the last fingerprint on the palm of his right hand.
When the long sleeves are turned up, streaks of light and shadow appear.
The light and shadow swayed in the wind, were crushed in the thunder, and seemed to be in danger under the majesty of ghosts and gods.
But the next second, the Sanskrit sound sounded.
The broken light and shadow are like a golden pond.
Golden lotuses bloomed in the golden pond, blooming with the light of merit.
Under the guidance of these golden lights, the originally ferocious faces of ghosts and gods became peaceful and soothing.
Then, it seemed as if he had been transformed.
They all put their hands together, showing compassion, and sat on the golden lotus, like a Buddha.
Seeing this, Taoist Huangpao was so angry that he vomited blood again.
He really didn't expect that this guy who seemed to have nothing to do with Buddhism would have such superb Buddhist practice, just like the reincarnation of the Buddha.
So much so that all the ghosts and gods took refuge in his two orders of heaven and earth.
Holding the last command flag, the yellow-robed Taoist bit off his tongue, sprayed a large mouthful of blood onto the command flag, and then threw it towards Meng Xinghe.