Ghostface's mother-in-law and the other three used to be veritable feathering powers, and in terms of combat experience and heritage, they were even stronger than the three princes, and they could be compared to the powers that had just broken through the feathering realm.

The White Bone Daoist is the spiritual consciousness generated by the corpse of a master of the world, so his white bones are tougher than ordinary psychic weapons.

At the same time, every one of his tricks is insidious and tricky, which makes people unguardable and very difficult.

The hunchbacked old man's hoe in one hand was even more superb, and the weapon weighing 1,000 tons was at ease in his hand.

Coupled with the ghost-faced mother-in-law, the three of them joined forces, which really gave people a lot of pressure.

But Meng Chuan held the demon suppression, and he still didn't fall behind in the fight with these three people.

The aftermath of the attack under the fierce battle shattered the defensive formations laid around one after another, and the entire Wolong Mountain began to tremble and collapse piece by piece.

The third prince admired the battle from a distance, and his contempt for Meng Chuan changed slightly—it was not easy to hold on for so long in the sandwich attack of three self-slashing feathering powers.

Even so, it still didn't make the third prince feel that Meng Chuan had a chance to win against him.

Meng Chuan fought with the ghost-faced mother-in-law, and the immortal road that had been opened for a long time was still empty, but no one had a chance to climb it.

Suddenly, there was a lot of movement in two directions, five people flew from the direction of Ao Xun and Jiang Qiudao, and two people flew from the direction of Ao Luo.

In addition to their different clothes, it can be seen that some of the new seven people are demon beasts that have transformed into spirits, and some are old monsters of the living fossil level who have survived in an unknown era.

Among the four directions that protect Meng Chuan, Ao Xun and Jiang Qiudao can block two or three at most, and they can't stop more people.

And Ao Luo injured the Dao body, and his shot was obviously restricted, so he tried his best to stop two or three people.

Only Jiang Lude is old, but his strength has not diminished, and no feather power can pass his level.

Even so, Meng Chuan had already gathered a full ten self-slashing feather powerhouses here, which was obviously much more than when the others broke through.

But there are exceptions among the ten.

One of them had not entered the Feather Realm, and was still at the peak of the Divine Realm.

He sat on a four-person platform made of pure gold, and the four people who carried the sedan chair for him were surrounded by a thick white mist, all of whom were extremely high-level psychics.

As strong as Meng Chuan and the other feathering powers, they could naturally see through the white mist on their bodies, and knew that the slaves carrying the sedan chair were not human, but were transformed into humans by a kind of white elephant demon beast.

It's just that they don't transform completely, or they don't care to transform all into human form, their heads are elephant heads, and two blue and white fangs emerge from their mouths.

On this four-person platform made of pure gold, a white curtain is shrouded, and it can be seen that the person sitting in it is not an adult, but a short child who looks to be only about three years old.

The child was dressed as a Tibetan monk, sitting cross-legged and reciting scriptures, and the Buddha's light was constantly flowing on his body, making him look very holy.

Although he is not a feather power, but none of the people present dare to underestimate him, if it is not for the terrifying strength, who would dare to join in this excitement here?

When Meng Chuan noticed his existence, he felt a very familiar feeling from him, as if he had fought with him before, but in Meng Chuan's memory, he had never seen this child.

Meng Chuan looked at the four creatures who carried the sedan chair for him in a daze, and suddenly thought of something.

This group of people seems to be from Tianchi in Tibet, and the breath on this child's body is almost exactly the same as the living Buddha Mantuo who was killed by himself!

At the same time, the mysterious creature who brought the Great Temple to Tianchi before was also somewhat similar to the four people carrying the sedan chair, and must have come from the same place.

After realizing that this was an old acquaintance, Meng Chuan chuckled while entangled with his grimace mother-in-law: "Today is really rare, so many old friends are here." ”

"Mantuo Living Buddha, do you remember me? I really didn't expect that I would be able to see you in such a place after killing you. ”

The sound of the child chanting in the tent immediately stopped.

He opened his eyes, looked at Meng Chuan in mid-air, and let out a sneer: "It turned out to be you." ”

When speaking, the voice of the Living Buddha Mantuo seems to be in harmony with the voices of several people, including old people and young people.

"It's really interesting that the person who broke through today turned out to be you. Fortunately, this is my ninth life, and I have fused all the memories of my ninth life into the body of this life, so I have not forgotten you. ”

"In that case, let's settle the new and old hatreds together, I will not only rob you of cause and effect, but also kill you. The words of the Living Buddha Manta were calm and unwavering, and the words he uttered were indeed full of intimidation.

Through his words, Meng Chuan also heard something from it.

Since the Living Buddha of Mantuo can come back from the dead, he definitely has the strength of the Feather Transformation Realm. But when he comes back from the dead, his consciousness and realm begin anew, which seems to be different from the way other feathering powers are reborn.

The Living Buddha of Mantuo is also immortal and immortal, and he has proclaimed himself a cultivator, and it seems that he is also waiting for the opportunity to enter the immortal realm.

And in this life, he is one with the consciousness of the ninth life, and he should be more difficult than when he was a living Buddha of Mantuo before.

Therefore, even if the realm of his life was still in the realm of the gods, from the fact that he had cultivated from a newborn child to this point in such a short period of time, he also knew that his life was extraordinary.

The number "nine" is the number of the extreme, and when nine is one, there must be demons.

I'm afraid that compared to other feathering powers, only the Mantuo Living Buddha in the Divine Realm is the most dangerous one.

As the saying goes, if there are more lice, you are not afraid of bites, even if there are seven more difficult feather powers, Meng Chuan doesn't care at all.

Today's breakthrough in this realm is really lively, where can you usually see so many feather powers?

Meng Chuan's body was full of blood, and he even shocked the three grimace mothers-in-law who were around him a step back.

"Come on, come on, are all the people here today?"

"This is my cause and effect, if you want to snatch it, you can show some real skills, the fairy realm is in front of you, I want to see who can rush in front of me. ”

Suddenly, Meng Chuan was like the god of war, with the sky on his head and the earth under his feet, standing between heaven and earth looking down on all beings.

The hem of his clothes danced with his blood, and he was so heroic for a moment that he had to fight against ten self-slashing feathering powers.

"Even a mere psychic dares to shout at us?" A strange creature that seemed to be a puddle of silt and could only vaguely see a human form snorted coldly, and then ignored Meng Chuan and rushed directly towards the immortal road, as if to take the lead in winning the cause and effect before the others had time to react.