Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

As soon as he finished speaking, a finger strike of extremely refined power burst forth from the air!

Its speed is so fast that it exceeds the limits of what the naked eye can perceive; wherever it passes, the air is torn apart, leaving only a breathtaking trail.

The moment that finger strike appeared, Shi Zhentian felt a deadly sense of crisis envelop his entire body, and his hair stood on end!

Get out of the way!

No, there's no escaping it!

At the critical moment, he held his giant axe horizontally in front of his chest, enduring the earth-shattering finger strike!

Boom! !

A deep, muffled bang exploded!

The axe, forged from refined black iron, was pierced through by that finger strike as easily as if it were made of paper!

The force of the finger strike continued unabated. Even after piercing through the giant axe, the remaining power was still very strong, slamming into his chest!

puff! !

Shi Zhentian was struck as if by lightning. His massive body shuddered violently, and blood gushed from his mouth as if it were free.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a giant tree more than ten meters away.

A crisp snapping sound.

The tree trunk, as thick as a person's embrace, was bent by the impact, and leaves fell all over the ground.

He slid to the ground, struggling to get up, but felt as if his internal organs had shifted.

His entire body was in excruciating pain, his vital energy was scattered, and he couldn't even muster a shred of strength.

Shi Zhentian struggled to lift his head, and when he looked again at the figure still standing in the same place, extreme fear appeared in his eyes!

What... what kind of monster is this?!

Chen Mo's gaze swept over the hundreds of elite soldiers, his face still bearing that gentle smile.

"Amitabha."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly: "I urge the remaining benefactors to behave themselves for now and not be impatient."

"Otherwise, this humble monk..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right foot and seemingly casually stomped it lightly on the ground.

Boom! ! !

In an instant, it was as if the earth itself had turned upside down, and everyone felt the ground beneath their feet tremble violently.

An invisible, powerful wave of energy emanated from the spot where Chen Mo landed and spread outwards with a roar!

Some of the less skilled elites were shaken by the passing shockwave, causing their blood and qi to surge.

What does it mean for the earth to shake violently?

This is called an earthquake!

Those elite troops who were originally eager to make a move were now completely terrified.

They froze on the spot, as if they had been frozen in place, their faces filled with horror.

With a single finger, he crippled the infamous "Mountain-Splitting Axe" Shi Zhentian. Now, with a casual stomp of his foot, he can cause the earth to shake violently!

This...it's practically a humanoid monster!

Chapter 92 Resolving the Battle

On the other side of the battlefield.

'Ghost Hand' Fang Hong is about to go crazy!

No matter how much he activated the Netherworld Body Technique or how cunning and ruthless his claw techniques were.

The opponent always managed to dodge all of my attacks with that unpredictable and strange movement technique.

"damn it!"

"Is all you can do just scurry around like a little mouse?!"

He went berserk and started swearing.

Seeing that he had already lost his temper and started cursing, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but sneer, "Idiot!"

Even when she occasionally managed to strike Fang Hong's steel claws or protective aura with her longsword, it was difficult to inflict any real damage on him.

There was nothing I could do; my weapon was just too terrible.

Upon hearing this, Fang Hong felt a surge of anger rising to the top of his head!

Damn it!

I never imagined that one day I would be ridiculed like this by a woman!

Can this be tolerated?

This is unbearable!

Just as he was about to unleash his full power and deliver a fatal blow...

Boom! !

A deep, thunderous roar shook the ground.

what? !

Fang Hong paused, his eyes catching a glimpse of how the 'Mountain-Splitting Axe' Shi Zhentian had been crippled by that demonic monk with a single, seemingly effortless finger strike!

If it weren't for that giant black iron axe that helped him withstand most of the power, he would probably be lying there dead by now!

Is that demonic monk really that powerful?!

The sudden turn of events left him completely disoriented.

The originally dense and ruthless offensive had a very brief opening!

In a battle between masters, victory often comes in an instant!

"A great opportunity!"

Mu Wanqing's eyes lit up; this was the moment she had been waiting for!

The Northern Darkness True Qi surged within his body, and he instantly unleashed the full power of the Lingbo Weibu technique.

Her figure flashed like a ghost, and she had already circled behind Fang Hong.

Bang!

With a soft sound, Mu Wanqing slapped Fang Hong on the back.

Fang Hong froze, about to retaliate, but found that a strange and irresistible suction force came from the other's palm!

The true energy he had cultivated diligently for decades was suddenly like a river bursting its banks, flowing uncontrollably along his meridians and surging wildly towards his back.

It seems... to be pouring into the other person's body!

What the heck?!

He panicked immediately. What kind of evil technique was this?!

Absorbing people's true energy?!

This is simply unheard of!

Fang Hong struggled desperately, trying to use his internal energy to resist and break free from that palm.

But he found himself trapped in an invisible quagmire, and the more he struggled, the faster his true energy was lost!

"What...what did you do to me?!"

For the first time, Fang Hong's face revealed undisguised fear, and his voice trembled with shock!

"grass!"

"Let me go!"

Do you even know who I am?!

"Jing Wuming of the Money Gang is my sworn brother. If you know what's good for you, you'd better release me right now!"

Mu Wanqing snorted coldly, "What Money Gang, Silver Gang? I've never even heard of them!"

As she spoke, she activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art with all her might, increasing the suction force.

He felt the surging true energy from the other person's body flow into his meridians, and then it was quickly refined and absorbed.

A strange feeling rose in her heart.

Mu Wanqing's own skill combined with Wu Yazi's skill already possessed over eighty years of internal energy, and her true qi had become incredibly profound.

Now, he is absorbing the true energy of 'Ghost Hand' Fang Hong, which will add another thirty years, making it more than one hundred and eleven years.

If I were to absorb the power of everyone present...

To be honest, she was already smitten!

But Fang Hong had already given up hope.

He could feel his strength rapidly draining away, and his body quickly becoming weak and empty.

The feeling of falling from the clouds to the abyss made it let out a shrill scream.

"Do not--!"

"My true energy!!!"

Not long after.

The last trace of true energy in 'Ghost Hand' Fang Hong's body was also drained.

He lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud, his eyes empty and lifeless.

Decades of arduous practice have gone to waste; this is more painful than killing him.

One of the hundreds of elite soldiers immediately screamed in terror, "That...that demoness couldn't have used the Dissolving Power Technique, could she?!"