When the menacing flying sword faced the power of the golden bell, it had no resistance at all and was instantly annihilated.
Seeing that his killing move was so easily resolved, the Zhang family monk's face twisted and he shouted: "Everyone, come together, don't let this kid escape again!"
More than a hundred people quickly took action, countless flying blades of divine light, and energy light waves of various attributes were thrown at Meng Chen's three thousand bell defenses for free, and long and thick bells were heard.
Meng Chen could no longer hold on any longer, and cracks appeared on the Three Thousand Dao Bell, which spread extremely quickly. Meng Feiyan clicked her tongue: "We only have so little time, and you can't do it!"
Meng Chen suppressed his anger and said angrily: "You bitch, you can either help me quickly, or you can get in through that hole and run away, okay?"
Meng Feiyan curled her lips when she heard this, and said angrily: "Okay, okay!"
After Meng Feiyan finished speaking, the murderous intent in his eyes was intense to the extreme, and the Fusheng pen burst out with a bang. All the energy in his body was integrated into the Fusheng pen, and a wave of energy was released.
"Buzz!"
Energy ripples spread out, and the power of the Fusheng Pen is released, shattering one third of the energy light blade.
"Weather, Longxiang!"
Meng Feiyan danced the floating pen, and the situation in the world changed dramatically. A wind dragon roared among the clouds. After a high-pitched dragon roar, it roared and swallowed a dozen monks in the late stage of Void Refining, and knocked away more than twenty monks. This dissipated in the late stage of refining the void.
Meng Chen was dumbfounded: "Are you so fierce? Then you were hunted down before?"
Meng Feiyan himself was a little dumbfounded: "I don't know! This is also the first time I have really done it after practicing the Great Dream Ancient Sutra and the complete method."
Meng Chen stared at the Fusheng Brush in Meng Feiyan's hand and was speechless. The power of this thing was beyond imagination. Maybe he could escape with the Fusheng Brush.
"Bang!"
Three thousand Dao Bells shattered, thousands of divine thunders erupted around Meng Chen, and the sky suddenly turned into black clouds.
Meng Chen stood in the midst of thousands of thunderbolts, and the red-gold thunderbolts gathered in his hands and were all scattered the next moment.
The thunder light hung down like a chain and jumped towards the monks of the three major sects. The monks in the later stages of Hedao were not enough to see Meng Chen.
Wherever the thunder passed, large areas of electric sparks lit up. The monks were burned black by the electricity, and all the energy in their bodies was instantly evaporated. They fell straight to the ground, their bodies twitching continuously, leaving only half a breath. .
After all, the cultivators at the peak of Hedao were at a higher level and could still easily resist the electric light emitted by Meng Chen.
Meng Chen used all his strength to activate the red gold thunder. After the chains collapsed, they quickly gathered together and turned into eighteen red gold giant dragons that continuously aroused the thunder to gather and roared towards the remaining monks.
They quickly took action, formed a formation, and continuously launched attacks on the eighteen thunder dragons, tearing the thunder dragon into pieces. The collision between the two sides was extremely fierce.
Seeing this, Meng Feiyan moved the Fusheng brush in his hand again. As the strokes continued to fall, Meng Feiyan used his heart to control the brush and wrote as he pleased.
"Thor!"
Meng Feiyan put away his pen, and a tall figure appeared behind Meng Chen. Thunder was wrapped around him, and the thunder ring shone with dazzling light. A suit of thunder armor was attached to his body, and the thunder patterns were shining.
Around him, eighteen thunder dragons roared and surrounded him. Except that the thunder was not red-gold, everything else was the same as Meng Chen.
Meng Chen's eyes widened when he saw the huge phantom behind him. The huge phantom of the Thunder God had energy similar to his own, which meant that it didn't have the power of annihilation and couldn't refine the red gold thunder like him. While he was stunned, eighteen giant thunder dragons roared towards the monks from the three major sects. In conjunction with Meng Chen's giant thunder dragon, they broke through the formation formed by the monks, and the giant thunder dragons attacked them separately. , chasing them until they cried for father and mother.
Meng Chen looked at Meng Feiyan below in astonishment, and then at the Fusheng pen in her hand.
"Good guy, I was really wrong before, this thing is so powerful!"
Meng Feiyan took advantage of the chaos and came to Meng Chen: "Let's leave quickly!"
The two quickly rushed towards the passage, successfully passed through the blue barrier, and officially entered the core area of the Luo Xing Mountain Range.
The two people quickly restrained their auras and fell into an ancient forest in a low-key manner.
The two of them landed on the ground and looked around. They were surrounded by ancient trees tens of thousands of feet tall. A single blade of grass was over a hundred meters tall. Meng Chen and Meng Feiyan felt as if they had shrunk. They were different from what they saw under normal conditions. Almost like ants.
"It's broken. Now I'm really an ant." Meng Chen kicked a hundred-meter-high grass and was soaked by the dew on it.
The stench emanated from his body, and the scorching heat instantly dried his clothes.
Meng Feiyan on the side also looked at the surrounding scenery with interest, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had countless worries.
Meng Chen's eyes fell on the Fusheng pen, took it from Meng Feiyan, and examined it carefully.
"The best Xuantian Lingbao, a good thing." Meng Chen quickly found out the current grade of the Fusheng pen through the jade plate of creation.
Meng Feiyan nodded: "After I mastered the complete magic formula, it became the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure. Later, I practiced the Great Dream Ancient Sutra, and the Fusheng Brush became the top-grade Xuantian Spiritual Treasure. I just never had the chance to try it. Today It’s the first time it’s been used in combat.”
Meng Chen returned the pen to Meng Feiyan: "Very good, we have another life-saving object."
Meng Feiyan put away the Fusheng pen and raised her eyebrows: "How about Long Xiang and Lei Shen I just talked about?"
Meng Chen gave her a thumbs up: "Awesome, those two things are as powerful as me!"
Meng Feiyan chuckled and said, "Because I drew it after you, so of course it's awesome."
Meng Chen raised his eyebrows. Although he had already guessed it, he was still very relieved when Meng Feiyan said it so directly.
After Meng Feiyan finished speaking, his face turned pale and he fell straight to the ground.
Meng Chen quickly took action, supported Meng Feiyan, and investigated her situation. Only then did he realize that Meng Feiyan's mental and soul power were frighteningly weak, like a candle in the wind, with the risk of extinguishing at any time. Meng Chen thought about the situation just now and realized that Meng Feiyan was indeed not harmed!
Meng Chen was filled with melancholy, and quickly brought Meng Feiyan into Ten Thousand Souls...Huanghuang Banner, and summoned some soul power to stabilize Meng Feiyan's state.
On the other side, Lin Nihuang was still sleeping, and the aura on his body had changed at some point, which made Meng Chen feel a little strange.
After Meng Chen transferred part of his soul power to Meng Feiyan, Lin Nihuang's cold and ascetic face had a slight frown on her face, as if she was a little unhappy.
Meng Chen only felt helpless. Neither of them could give up. They both had to live. In this way... they could only collect more soul power!
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