Death is great!

Whether it is in the past life or in this life, it is a great disrespect to disturb people who have been buried in the earth, and even say that this is the most vicious thing, digging up people's ancestral graves is tantamount to a sea of blood feud. Seeing that the thatched hut he once lived in was overthrown and the place was occupied to build a palace, Meng Xuan felt that it didn't matter, although the thatched hut had his most precious memories, it didn't matter, he was mentally prepared.

But when he saw that the sick old man's grave had been touched, he was furious.

Nothing could be more vicious to a person who has died!

In anger, where would he think about anything else, judging from Elder Xiong's words, he undoubtedly knew about it, then he must take him down immediately, and ask this matter clearly from his mouth, what kind of true spirit is in the middle and lower ranks, that is not a matter for Meng Xuan to consider at all!

"Dare to make a move on me, have you eaten fairy gall? In front of Senior Brother Hao's grave, I will teach him a lesson and let you calm down!"

Xiong Wuwen was furious, and in the face of Meng Xuan's big hand, he slapped it with his backpalm, and the true spirit of Zhihai shook, and endless monstrous power poured out, directly suppressing the thunder and lightning hand that Meng Xuan patted, and even covered Meng Xuan.

The middle level of the True Spirit, and the lower level of the True Spirit, have already separated a chasm, and it is not something that can be broken through lightly at all.

He didn't have to fight with Meng Xuan at all, he directly suppressed it with great force.

"Ah......h

Meng Xuan roared, Bai Fei danced, his green shirt was shattered, and the blood-colored electric light around his body swam, and he was torn to pieces by Xiong Wuwen's huge force.

There is no doubt that Xiong Wuwen's palm is likely to suppress him.

And Yuan Qinglu didn't mean to stop it, he saw that Meng Xuan was crazy and agreed with Xiong Wuwen's approach. Capture Meng Xuan first. Wait until he calms down. Find a way to explain to him, otherwise he won't be able to listen to what he says in his current state.

But at this moment, the mutation suddenly happened.

Seeing that Meng Xuan's forehead was about to be suppressed, a spiritual light suddenly flew out, swaying and dragging it, emitting a dense red light, hanging above Meng Xuan's head. A red curtain was propped up against Xiong Wuwen's palm.

True Spirit!

In the face of Xiong Wuwen's palm, Meng Xuan's true spirit sensed the danger and automatically manifested, supporting a huge force to resist this palm.

Under normal circumstances, few people would do this, because although the true spirit is powerful, it is a very dangerous thing to be exposed to the air, in case it is damaged in any way. If the true spirit is damaged, the cultivation of the entire person will be severely damaged.

"Bang ......"

The true spirit is manifested. propped up an invisible barrier, and directly resisted Xiong Wuwen's palm.

"His true spirit...... It turned out to be a ten-fingered true spirit......"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, his voice was full of surprise and fear, it was an elder of Qingcong Mountain.

"Ten-fingered true spirit?"

"Isn't that the most powerful true spirit in the legends?"

Everyone was frightened, their eyes were as if they had seen a ghost, they were amazed, and they didn't seem to believe this scene.

In the distance, Situ Shaoxie, who was in the midst of loss, also heard the cry here, and suddenly was stunned, and shouted in disbelief: "Ten-fingered true spirit? It turned out to be a ten-fingered true spirit?

In the case of confusion of consciousness, Meng Xuan's true spirit manifested and resisted the great force.

It was indeed a ten-fingered true spirit, ten fingers long, with three circles of light around it, and with a gentle tugging, the spiritual light reflected a void.

It's just that this scene was seen by Elder Qing Quanshan, but he almost couldn't believe it.

The ten-fingered true spirit is the strongest true spirit in the legend.

Only the most talented people can be born, which is a manifestation of the ultimate genius.

After the true spirit of ordinary people is condensed, there are only about three to seven fingers, and each finger that is long represents a heritage.

Generally speaking, the better the talent, the stronger the accumulation of true qi in the true qi realm, the longer the true spirit will be born.

Ordinary True Spirit Realm cultivators often only have three fingered true spirits.

Such a monk, after death, the true spirit condenses, and three spirit stones will be transformed.

And the ten-fingered true spirit can be transformed into ten pieces.

Generally speaking, with an eight-fingered true spirit, he is already a rare genius in the world, and he can be used as a key companion of the Great Immortal Sect.

But Meng Xuan is a ten-fingered true spirit, the strongest ten-fingered true spirit in the legend.

Everyone understood at this time, no wonder people like Situ Shaoye were defeated by Meng Xuanqing.

Ten fingers of true spirit, invincible of peers, killing people over the level, is also like drinking water and eating!

Situ Shaoye knew in his heart that he was called a genius, and he only had a seven-fingered true spirit, which was too far from Meng Xuan.

If he had known that Meng Xuannai was a ten-fingered true spirit, Situ Shaoye would have hid far away when he saw him, and would not have approached at all.

"Boom ......"

Xiong Wuwen slapped it with one palm, shaking the wind and clouds, destroying the withering and decaying, but Meng Xuan's true spirit held up a piece of heaven and earth, which made the momentum of his palm's fall slowly stop, and later, there was a trace of strange stillness.

This stillness was only for a moment, and there was a bang, as if it had been crushed by a ball, Meng Xuan's true spirit vibrated lightly, and suddenly counterattacked.

Haoran's power counterattacked the heavens, shaking away the clouds above the nine heavens.

"Retreat!"

Yuan Qinglu waved his sleeves and withdrew with all the True Spirit Lower-Order Elders around him.

At this moment, Meng Xuan, like a beast, suddenly soared into the air and pounced fiercely at Xiong Wuwen.

"Who has touched my master's grave?"

Meng Xuan roared, his voice was already hoarse, and when he rushed over, his hands condensed the thunder essence, which was infinitely vast.

He cast the thunder method under the great rage, and did not pay attention to a quiet change in his body, in the bloodline, there was a faint black thunder essence breeding, and then poured into the thunder essence controlled by him, making it more powerful.

Heaven, earth, man, god, ghost, the thunder power of man among the five kinds of thunder.

Fury!

The anger was extreme, the blood was thunder, and the thunder spirit imprinted each other, and the strength immediately increased several times.

This is a strange power, ordinary people call it fire, but monks call it thunder, this is the thunder power of man.

The thunder was furious, and this is where it came.

Boom, two kinds of thunder power superimposed, and the monstrous thunder power surged wildly, hitting Xiong Wuwen, making his eyebrows jump straight and he didn't dare to look directly.

"It's just a true spirit, why is it so terrifying?"

Xiong Wuwen shouted, his hands were clasped, and he was about to pinch the magic trick.

Suddenly, however, he seemed to be seen by a terrible gaze, and a wave of sorrow surged him, causing him to be slightly frightened.

After breaking into the true spirit, Meng Xuan cast the Great Mourning Seal, and he didn't even have to seal it at all.

In the sea of knowledge, with a flicker of the true spirit, it can condense the demon behind it, and the eyes are clear, which makes people feel cold.

Distraction, Xiong Wuwen's seal is slow, after all, he is a middle-level true spirit, his mind is strong, even if he is seen by the demon, it is only a flicker of the true spirit, and this influence will be eliminated.

It's just that in this way, he could have been able to condense the Dao method in a tenth of an instant, twice as long as the time, which also led to the fact that when his Dao method had just been formed and had not yet reached the strongest strength, Meng Xuan had already pounced, and the condensed electric light of his hands slapped heavily into the void in front of his chest, and with a loud bang, Xiong Wuwen's figure retreated backwards.

And Meng Xuan was also bounced away by the Dao method he condensed, and the thunder light around him flew upside down.

"Boom ......"

The thunder shook the sky, and it actually attracted endless dark clouds, shrouding the entire Zaoblion Peak under the dark clouds.

The thunder essence controlled by Meng Xuan alone actually changed the celestial phenomena.

First, the power of the true spirit swept away the floating clouds in the sky, and then because of the thunder essence he dispersed, it attracted dark clouds.

Cloudy to sunny, sunny to cloudy!

"Who is so disrespectful to my master!"

Meng Xuan roared again, stepping on the void, like a demon who chooses people to devour, the sword in the Cave Heaven Ring seems to be pulled by his fierce energy, and he actually takes the initiative to jump out, and is grabbed by him casually, the broken sword is swung wildly, and the sword light is swayed.

As if sensing his anger, the Rebel Sword also appeared fierce, making each sword light stronger than usual.

This is a power hidden in the sword of rebellion, and now it is partially provoked by Meng Xuan's anger.

"Sun Realm ......"

Xiong Wuwen was shocked, and sacrificed a magic weapon, and in the treasure realm, the flame was born out of thin air, resisting Meng Xuan's sword light.

However, it couldn't be stopped, and the sword light roared as if it had a life of its own, splitting the flames.

"Bang Bang ......"

On Xiong Wuwen's treasure realm, several cracks were split by the sword light, and it had already been abolished.

"Who the hell am I ......"

Meng Xuan yelled again, holding a red-skinned gourd in his hand, and all the diseases in it were about to hit Xiong Wuwen.

Xiong Wuwen didn't know what was in the gourd, but after all, he was a mid-level true spirit, and he had his own sense of danger in the dark, and he knew that the things in the gourd might be more terrifying than Meng Xuan's ten-fingered true spirit, monstrous thunder power, and broken sword ferocity.

"Teach me to save my ......"

Xiong Wuwen shouted, the so-called face, the dignity of the middle level of the true spirit, I don't want it.

Nothing is more important than your own life!

Although Meng Xuan was only a lower-level true spirit, he roared and struck three times, which really made Xiong Wuwen frightened!

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