Evil Immortal!

However, given Wu Xingkong's style of doing things, he usually doesn't confront things head-on, but rather chooses to engage in underhanded schemes and plots.

However, today, Meng Yuan's high-profile actions with his men will surely alert this person, and based on Meng Yuan's understanding of him, this guy will definitely take the opportunity to kick him while he's down.

Of course, his fight with the Beggar Demon just now revealed his astonishing strength, which must have shocked Wu Xingkong. That's why this guy showed up openly, wanting to find out some things.

"Fellow Daoist Wu..."

As he pondered the title, Wu Xingkong's eyes seemed to possess a penetrating power. He gave Meng Yuan a deep look and said meaningfully, "It's been a long time. I never imagined that Brother Meng had grown to such a level. You truly impress me!"

As he said this, his face showed undisguised inquiry and doubt.

Six months ago, Meng Yuan was just a mere martial arts master, insignificant in his eyes, a nobody like an ant.

But now, he has actually become a proper Purple Mansion cultivator!

This is really a bit unreasonable!

He couldn't understand why Meng Yuan's cultivation had advanced so rapidly in less than half a year, leaping across two major realms.

If Meng Yuan were a demonic cultivator, it would be quite possible, since demonic cultivators are always eager for quick success and often disregard the consequences, so it's normal for their cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.

However, Wu Xingkong could tell that Meng Yuan's cultivation was pure and exquisite, belonging to a first-class immortal Taoist sect.

Compared to the demonic path, the righteous path of the immortal sects emphasizes gradual progress, taking one step at a time, and pursuing a solid foundation. Therefore, their progress is often slow, but their foundation is profound.

Therefore, Meng Yuan's situation doesn't make any sense at all!

"A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence, let alone after half a year."

Meng Yuan smiled slightly, naturally offering no further explanation, "But Fellow Daoist Wu, your cultivation seems to have made quite progress."

In his perception, Wu Xingkong before him felt quite different from what he had seen six months ago.

If Wu Xingkong six months ago gave people the feeling of being strange and extremely dangerous, then now he seems like a wisp of air, a void, with a very low presence.

The person was right there, but if Meng Yuan looked away, his divine sense would subconsciously ignore him.

If his cultivation had not reached the Purple Mansion Realm and he had not also cultivated sword intent, with his divine sense containing a sharpness that directly pierced people's hearts, he probably would not have been able to detect Wu Xingkong's existence at all.

Furthermore, Meng Yuan could also sense that a strange and extremely hidden force was about to invade his mind and spy on some of his thoughts.

But Meng Yuan merely had a thought and visualized the True Form Diagram in the "True Explanation of Ziyang," and a radiant sun rose from his heart, shining in all directions and evaporating all evil spirits, demons, and monsters.

The force that tried to invade one's mind was quickly evaporated completely under the blazing sun.

This is clearly the "Heart Mirror" supernatural power cultivated by Wu Xingkong's exquisite demonic heart talent. It can use the heart as a mirror to reflect the true self and can sense his emotions and thoughts.

If Meng Yuan hadn't improved his cultivation significantly and even mastered sword intent, he probably would have been taken advantage of by his opponent without realizing it, and his inner thoughts would have been discovered.

Of course, Wu Xingkong has made considerable progress, but Meng Yuan's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and his strength has increased dramatically.

"interesting......"

Wu Xingkong's eyes flickered slightly as he realized his divine power was being blocked. He was somewhat surprised, but more than that, he was curious and amused. He said:

"Brother Meng, actually, I've had a question ever since we last met. I wonder if you could answer it for me."

"Fellow Daoist Wu, please speak."

Meng Yuan's expression remained indifferent.

"The last time we met was on the banks of the Yinliu River. You were just an ordinary river patrolman, while I was a true disciple of the Jinji Temple. Logically speaking, given our status at the time, we shouldn't have had any interaction, and you wouldn't have known me."

As he said this, Wu Xingkong scrutinized Meng Yuan's face and expression, and asked curiously, "But when we first met, you revealed something."

"For example, you knew me back then, and you seemed to know quite a bit about my abilities, knowing that I could read people's minds and how to guard against this ability."

He paused, his gaze sharp and intensely inquisitive, and said, "So, I'm very curious, how exactly do you know these things?"

In fact, the reason he had been secretly investigating and tracking Meng Yuan was because of this matter.

He possessed the talent of a cunning demonic heart and was always shrewd and calculating. He immediately noticed the abnormality that Meng Yuan was exhibiting.

However, he was being hunted down at the time, and the situation was unusual, so he decided to kill Meng Yuan casually.

Unfortunately, the sword energy only severely injured Meng Yuan, but did not kill him. The subsequent appearance of Gu Zhengyang and Jin Yu Zhenren further thwarted his plan.

But Wu Xingkong never forgot about this.

He suspected that Meng Yuan might have some unknown secrets.

"Fellow Daoist Wu must have misremembered. How could such a thing be?"

Meng Yuan remained calm, showing no surprise, much less any admission.

Six months ago, his cultivation was still shallow, so it didn't matter that the other party noticed some clues. In any case, they didn't reveal his true secret.

Seeing that Meng Yuan did not admit it, Wu Xingkong chuckled: "Fine, since Brother Meng is unwilling to say more, that's fine. After I capture you and refine you into an avatar, I will naturally know what I need to know."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Yuan seemed to sense the danger. The Purple Cloud Sword Pellet flew out, shining brightly, and bursting out with thousands of fine sword energies, covering an area of ​​several hundred meters.

Whoosh whoosh!Whoosh whoosh!

Wherever the sword energy passed, the earthen and stone ground, including the surrounding courtyard walls and stone lions, were pierced and shattered, leaving many dense holes.

Behind Meng Yuan, only about ten meters away, a figure appeared. This figure had bloodshot eyes, a thin face, and an expressionless face with a hint of ferocity. Its appearance was somewhat similar to Wu Xingkong's. At this moment, its body was riddled with holes by the sword energy.

But in the blink of an eye, with a flash of blood, the holes on his body disappeared.

"The Formless Yin Demon..."

Meng Yuan's heart sank.

This formless Yin Demon is a special demonic creature refined by demonic cultivators. It is a demonic entity formed by refining a cultivator's soul or various demonic thoughts through bizarre and ruthless demonic secret techniques. It is essentially tangible but intangible, and can be gathered or dispersed. Ordinary magical artifacts and supernatural spells cannot damage it, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

"Excellent swordsmanship! Excellent eyesight!"

Wu Xingkong stood at a distance, smiling slightly, and said, "This Formless Yin Demon was forged by me using a Purple Mansion cultivator as material. I'm testing Brother Meng's skills here, and I hope Brother Meng can offer some guidance!"