The thunder rune went up against the wind, and a large number of heavenly thunders were gathered in an instant.

The blue-purple heavenly thunder turned into a thunderball and fell towards Meng Xinghe.

In the face of that terrifying thunderball, Meng Xinghe was not chaotic at all.

Holding a storage trick in his hand, he swept towards the thunderball with a flip of his cuffs.

As the so-called sleeve is big, although Meng Xinghe has not mastered the real technique of sleeve wisdom, but using the cuffs of his robe to cast spells is one of the commonly used methods of cultivators.

Although there may not be a lot of truth in it, it must also be subtle.

The thunderball fell into the cuff, and the rolling thunder arc jumped slightly at Meng Xinghe's cuff, and then disappeared.

It seems that the thunder that erupted before was just an illusion.

The yellow-robed Taoist snorted coldly and picked up a handful of yellow paper casually.

Tear it up with your hands.

But in the blink of an eye, dozens of paper people and paper horses were torn out by hand.

After injecting the true element, it is dotted with spiritual blood.

These paper figures and paper horses immediately became three-dimensional, transforming into real people, wearing gold armor and holding knives, guns and axes.

The paper horses carried the paper figures, lined up the military formation, and flew towards Meng Xinghe.

Although these paper figures are not monks, they are very hard and fast under the blessing of spells.

With these paper figures to entangle in close quarters, at least it can bring a lot of trouble to Meng Xinghe.

In the crowd watching the battle, many people suddenly scolded.

The hand of the yellow-robed Daoist completely took advantage of the loopholes in the rules of the fighting method.

Previously, Meng Xinghe didn't use knife techniques, but now he cut paper people to find Meng Xinghe to fight in close combat, although the rules are correct, but they don't make sense in cleaning up, and they seem despicable.

In the face of doubts, the yellow-robed Taoist is completely inappropriate.

Every monk who completely chooses to give up frontal combat and engage in hand-to-hand combat has a moment of pragmatism and truth-seeking.

What swordsmanship, kendo, martial arts... It's all bullshit to them.

It is a cart before the horse.

If you can win with wisdom, why cling to some unnecessary so-called 'morality'?

Meng Xinghe didn't have any mood swings.

When he promised the yellow-robed Taoist not to use the sword technique, he had already expected that there would be such a move.

The reason why he also agreed, except that Meng Xinghe was to win the undisputed.

It is also an absolute self-confidence in himself.

When a large number of paper figures galloped over on paper horses.

Meng Xinghe snapped his fingers.

So a huge fireball floated directly in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Xinghe's fingers shook in place, as if he had drawn a circle.

More fireballs then appeared, and then merged into the original fireball.

The temperature inside the fireball is constantly rising.

The original orange-red fireball gradually turned towards the dark blue... Even deep black transformation.

When the fireball broke out, the paper men and paper horses that had been cast with the fire prevention spell were burned without carrying a single round.

The fireball did not disappear, but flew towards the yellow-robed Daoist at a speed like lightning.

The face of the yellow-robed Taoist changed greatly.

He took out a jade gourd from his bosom and poured a mouthful of water.

Then he opened his mouth and squirted.

The gushing water headed towards the black fireball.

Fire and water collided, and a large amount of water mist was steamed.

And this battle between fire and water lasted for nearly half an hour.

In the end, the yellow-robed Taoist almost vomited out the stomach acid in his stomach before finally extinguishing a black flame.

At this time, he was already a little exhausted, supporting the table with his hands, his legs trembling, and panting.

His lips turned pale and he looked at Meng Xinghe.

borrowed the power of his own magic weapon, which broke the original rules.

Even so, in order to eliminate the fireball that Meng Xinghe casually summoned, he spent so much time, during this time, Meng Xinghe could only hate him on the spot if he made up another move.

In this case, the winner is already clear.

The yellow-robed Taoist still refused to admit defeat, but said with trembling lips: "Okay... It seems that you are not only good at swordsmanship, but also in terms of spells and Taoism, you and I are evenly matched. ”

In the face of the four words of 'evenly matched' by the yellow-robed Taoist, the response of the masses was a big boo.

Compared with Meng Xinghe's 'personable', the yellow-robed Daoist seems to be too unbearable in order to win.

"However, I still have one last hand, and if you can still fight me, why not throw me in. The yellow-robed Taoist turned a deaf ear to the insults and cheers around him.

He's a determined fellow.

These insults and criticisms in the ears are only temporary.

Not to mention ten years and a hundred years later, even a month or two later, they will forget about this stubble.

And victory is eternal.

The benefits brought by victory will be integrated into oneself and become the capital for further cultivation.

Meng Xinghe made a gesture of please.

Carrying his hands behind his back, as if he didn't care.

But the seal has been quickly pinched in the palm of his hand, and it is not so casual and free as it appears.

All the seemingly effortless efforts are just because in the shadows, many invisible efforts have been made.

The yellow-robed Taoist slammed his fist three times in his heart.

Then he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The blood fell into the bowl, and the yellow-robed Taoist dipped his middle finger with blood, and quickly painted on the three order flags.

When the first order flag was painted, there was a great wind between heaven and earth, as if there were ten thousand ghosts wailing.

After the second order flag is painted, the five winds and thunders are all moving, faintly intertwined with the sky.

And after the last order flag was completed, although no vision was born, people's eyes when they looked at the last command flag were full of confusion, and almost most of them were forced to fall into the illusion and could not extricate themselves.

The three flags have their own meanings.

"The ghosts of the earth listened to the order, and the three thousand ghosts appeared quickly. The celestial phenomena obey the order, and the five qi of Zhou Tian are all my life. ”

Two flags flew out.

The yin wind combined with the thunder, wind, hail and other celestial phenomena, gathered three thousand ghost shadows, these ghost shadows and the strange combination of the celestial phenomena, even beyond the scope of ghosts, as if stepping into the ranks of ghosts and gods.

Riding on the five qi of Vientiane, the ghosts and gods rushed towards Meng Xinghe fiercely.

Each of them has its own strengths and majesty.

Meng Xinghe's right hand palm, the last handprint was pinched.

As soon as the long sleeves were flipped over, they turned into light and shadow.

The light and shadow swayed in the wind, trampled in the thunder, and under the majesty of the ghosts and gods, it seemed to be in danger.

But the next second, the Brahma sound sounded.

The shattered light and shadow are like a pond of gold.

Golden lotus blossomed in the golden pool, blooming with the light of merit.

Under the guidance of these golden lights, the originally hideous and vicious faces of the ghosts and gods also became calm and soothing.

Then, it was as if he had been crossed.

They clasped their hands together, showed compassion, and sat down in the golden lotus, like a Buddha.

Seeing this, the yellow-robed Taoist vomited blood again.

He really didn't expect that this guy, who seemed to have nothing to do with Buddhism, would have such a superb Buddhist cultivation, like the reincarnation of a Buddha.

So much so that his heaven and earth two orders, ghosts and gods all converted.

Holding the last order flag, the yellow-robed Taoist bit off his tongue, squirted a large mouthful of essence blood onto the order flag, and then threw it towards Meng Xinghe.