Chen Hao asked anxiously: "Master, how can I understand your memory?"
Tianchenzi said: "It's very simple, just think of my memory as your memory, and think of me in your memory as yourself."
Chen Hao was shocked, and instantly felt as if he had been enlightened, and his heart became clear.
He said with great joy: "Thank you, Master!"
Tianchenzi's voice disappeared.
"Ouch..."
At this time, Qinglong and Baihu had already broken the thunder hand seal and rushed toward him, making earth-shattering roars of dragons and tigers.
Chen Hao refused to retreat, raised his fists, and shouted: "Ziyang Thunder Sound Fist!"
As the words fell, thunder exploded, and his fists burst into dazzling purple light, sending out round after round of purple sun.
Mo Tianwang saw this and smiled sarcastically: "It seems that I have no trump card, so I can only fight like a trapped beast."
Boom boom boom...
The green dragon and white tiger shook their heads and swung their tails, attacking ferociously, easily knocking out Ziyang one after another.
Chen Hao's expression did not change at all, and he continued to send out the Purple Sun Thunder Sound Fist, but his consciousness disappeared into Tian Chenzi's memory, thinking that he was Tian Chenzi, and felt it with his heart.
Just like Tian Chenzi said, although he received the memory inheritance, subconsciously, he only regarded the memory inheritance as a personal treasure house and did not really integrate it into himself.
Now that I have consciousness and put myself into Tianchenzi's memory, I immediately have a completely different feeling.
Countless cultivation experiences, combat experiences, realm perceptions, and principles of heaven and man instantly appeared in the sea of consciousness.
This information is so vast that even if it is absorbed by another peak cultivator in the late Mahayana period, it will take a long time. But Chen Hao does not need to absorb it at all. He regards himself as Tianchenzi and naturally possesses it in an instant.
At this moment, he is both Chen Hao and Tian Chenzi in his memory. They are integrated into each other and are inseparable.
Ziyang Leiyinquan changed rapidly.
Although he still has the same power as in the late stage of Qi refining, his boxing skills, level, realm and attack methods have all undergone qualitative changes.
Not only did Ziyang's speed become unparalleled, as fast as lightning, but his flexibility also reached an outrageous level.
Up and down, front and back, left and right, all directions and six directions, everything changes as you wish.
Originally, the Blue Dragon and White Tiger only needed a simple slap or a tail swish to destroy Ziyang.
But now, even Ziyang's side can't be touched.
Ziyang can easily attack Qinglong and Baihu.
Some Ziyang rushed to the belly of Qinglong and White Tiger, thrust upwards, and penetrated directly; some suddenly smashed down from the air, smashing Qinglong and White Tiger into two pieces on the spot; some Ziyang took advantage of the roar of Qinglong or White Tiger,
It suddenly becomes smaller, gets into the mouth, then becomes larger again, forcefully exploding it.
Ziyang is no longer spherical, but has turned into bricks, scissors, forks, screwdrivers, nails... all kinds of strange shapes, and at the same time has all kinds of strange attack methods.
Qinglong and Baihu were unable to resist at all, and couldn't even hide, so they were beaten to death one after another.
What……
Mo Tianwang looked extremely shocked.
He knew that the reason why Ziyang Leiyin Fist had such a change was because Chen Hao's combat power had improved.
But what kind of combat power can be stronger than his power, which is far beyond the Qi Refining Realm?
And why didn’t Chen Hao get promoted before?
What happened to this kid?
But Mo Tianwang had no time to think, because the Green Dragon and White Tiger had been wiped out, and the Ziyang Thunder Fist roared towards him with a deafening explosion.
"I don't believe it. A junior in the late stage of Qi refining who is like an ant can also compete with me?"
Mo Tianwang showed an angry look, roared angrily, and punched out his fists like spinning wheels.
The sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring sounded again. Green dragons and white tigers, like an army, surged out of the fist light and fiercely rushed towards the purple sun.
Compared with just now, these green dragons and white tigers are not only larger and more solid, but their speed and agility are also greatly improved.
Boom boom boom...
The two great magical powers collided violently, and in just a moment, they were clearly superior.
Although Qinglong and Baihu had improved, they were still no match for them and were easily defeated by Ziyang with various precise and tricky attacks.
After a while, the army of green dragons and white tigers dissipated, and countless strange-shaped purple suns rushed in like an unstoppable mountain torrent.
Mo Tianwang's face was ashen, his magic power was running, and he displayed a powerful sword magic.
This magical power of swordsmanship is much more powerful than the previous cyan sword energy. The sword light is blazing but silent, giving people a frightening feeling that can tear the sky apart.
But it's no use.
In front of the terrifying Ziyang Leiyin Fist, no matter how sharp the sword energy was, it could only be suppressed and turned into nothing.
At this moment, Chen Hao is equivalent to a peak cultivator of the late Mahayana who has suppressed his cultivation to the late stage of Qi refining. His realm, technique and level of using magical powers have all reached the top level.
With the same level of cultivation, unless an immortal comes to the world, no one on earth or in the world of cultivation can be his opponent.
A true ascent to the top!
Mo Tianwang used several more magical powers, and without any suspense, they were all defeated.
He had no choice but to summon an oil-paper umbrella, and after opening it, it turned into an earthy yellow fan-shaped shield, blocking the indestructible purple sun.
Chen Hao said calmly: "If you don't have magical powers, just use magic weapons. It seems that you are at the end of your rope."
Mo Tianwang's old face suddenly twitched. This was exactly what he said just now, but at this moment, Chen Hao echoed it word for word.
"This time, try breaking my magic weapon again."
Chen Hao said, stretched out his hand to summon, and the Qingfeng Sword, Huangfeng Sword and Chifeng Sword appeared instantly.
He stretched out his finger, and the three-color sword instantly formed a glyph shape, quickly spun, and shot towards Mo Tianwang.
This scene looked no different from when Chen Hao used the magic weapon before.
But Mo Tianwang's eyes shrank.
In his eyes before, the three-color sword was full of flaws, but now, it is perfect.
For a moment, he held the oil-paper umbrella and didn't know what to do.
Swish, swish, swish...
The three-color sharp sword emitted thousands of sword rays and stabbed hard on the fan-shaped shield of the oil-paper umbrella.
The shield vibrated violently, and dense cracks appeared instantly.
Mo Tianwang hurriedly input mana, and the cracks quickly disappeared.
But before he could recover, the three-color sharp sword once again emitted sword light and fired towards him.
The fan-shaped shield suddenly lit up, emitting a dazzling yellow light, and then shattered.
The light of the oil-paper umbrella dimmed and it folded up automatically.
Its grade is at most equivalent to a sharp sword, so it is naturally no match for three-color sharp swords.
Mo Tianwang's face was full of anger, and he threw away the oil-paper umbrella: "Garbage magic weapon!"
The reason why the oil-paper umbrella failed so quickly was not only because it could not compete with the three-color sword, but also because it was Mo Tianwang's magic weapon, but it was not his powerful magic weapon. When used, it was always a bit unsatisfactory.
In the past, Chen Hao's control level was not good, and he could still beat him with his superb realm, but now that Chen Hao has Tianchenzi's realm, he has become the one who is beaten.