The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

Absorbing magical power also requires a process.

Even if Ma Jun can create a vacuum of magical power, it is impossible for him to maintain it forever without any loss.

In that case, we can simply skip this process.

Just before Ma Jun's technique was fully activated, Jiang Mingzi once again activated the "Eternal Heart Sutra".

The time wheel controlled by [Eternal Bright King] suddenly started spinning forward.

Time jump!

Ma Jun only felt a blur before his eyes.

Everything around us remained unchanged.

Jiang Mingzi was still standing in front of him, and his cultivation technique was still in operation, but the abundant magical power in his body disappeared without warning.

The entire Dharma body was so empty that it seemed as if it had just experienced a major battle that lasted for several days.

Ma Jun's expression changed drastically.

"How is this possible?!"

Jiang Mingzi said with a smile, "Your cultivation technique has been spinning in vain for half an hour."

"With all our magic power exhausted, what's impossible?"

Ma Jun then realized what was happening.

The opponent neither broke the black hole nor stopped him from absorbing magic power, but instead directly allowed his body to cross half an hour.

From Ma Jun's perspective, it was only a fleeting moment.

However, his technique had actually been maintained for half an hour.

Let alone continue absorbing Jiang Mingzi's power, he is now finding it extremely difficult to even stand still.

That familiar hand approached again.

Ma Jun did not hesitate to admit defeat.

"senior!"

"Senior, spare my life!"

Jiang Mingzi revealed a wicked smile.

"late."

"Snapped!"

Ma Jun spun around and flew out again.

……

The battle between Jiang Mingzi and Ma Jun was extremely loud, which quickly attracted many powerful cultivators from the vicinity.

At this point, the chaotic battle had completely entered a white-hot stage.

Meng Changkong stood in the center of a blue sea of ​​clouds, his hands forming a mudra, and behind him, a huge dragon shadow that covered the sky and the earth faintly appeared.

Through his previous practice of the technique, his mastery of the Azure Dragon Transformation Technique deepened once again, and he even developed a new way of using it during battle.

"The dragon soars in the sky!"

Meng Changkong let out a roar.

Blue ripples spread outwards from him in all directions.

All the powerful beings whose bodies were struck by the ripples underwent a transformation in an instant.

Scales, dragon horns, sharp claws, and long tails appeared one after another, and one after another, the seekers of the Dharma who were still fighting were forcibly transformed into various forms of azure dragons.

Some have the head of an ox and the body of a snake.

Some have wings on their backs.

There was also a blue dragon whose original Dharma body was so strange that three human faces grew on its head.

Meng Changkong then activated his Beast Taming Technique.

Countless invisible chains extended from behind him, wrapping around the primordial spirits of those azure dragons.

The giant dragons, initially struggling in anger, gradually became compliant and eventually circled and danced around Meng Changkong.

From a distance, it vaguely resembles the scene of ten thousand dragons paying homage to their ancestral temple.

Aside from the discovery of the immortal talent, the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect erupted in cheers.

"The sect leader is destined to win!"

"The victor will surely be our Beast Taming Sect!"

"From this day forward, all great supernatural beings in the world of supernatural powers are potential spirit beasts of my Beast Taming Sect!"

The faces of the other disciples from the surrounding sects immediately darkened.

But looking at the dozens of blue dragons in the peach tree that had been subdued by Meng Changkong, they couldn't find a reason to refute it for a moment.

On the other side, Wang Meng also made it into the final round.

He has completely transformed into the Myriad Souls Blade, with ten thousand and one iron blades constantly rotating around his body.

Each strike of the blade carried immense dual cultivation power, which ordinary powerful cultivators simply could not withstand head-on.

After defeating several skilled fighters in succession, Wang Meng finally arrived in front of Meng Changkong.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

The azure dragons swirling around them roared angrily, and at the same time, ten thousand and one iron swords rang out with clear, crisp blade sounds.

Without exchanging any pleasantries, the two sides launched their attack almost instantly upon seeing each other.

The Azure Dragon and the Sword Maiden collided head-on in the pure white space above.

The dragon's claws slammed against the blades, and its massive body crashed into the array of ten thousand blades.

Countless blades struck the dragon scales, bursting into dazzling sparks, but were forcibly blocked by the other azure dragons with their bodies.

For a moment, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Meng Changkong was the first to change his tactics.

"The dragon soars in the sky!"

The cyan ripples spread again, instantly enveloping Wang Meng and all the sword maidens around him.

Meng Changkong's lips had just curled up in a smile, but the smile quickly froze on his face.

The Myriad Souls Blade remained unchanged.

The 10,001 iron swords also failed to grow scales or dragon horns.

"how is this possible?"

Wang Meng let out a disdainful sneer.

"You can turn a person into a dragon."

"But they are knives, and so am I."

"How can a knife turn into a person?"

Meng Changkong: "?"

There seems to be something wrong with the logic.

Before he could figure it out, Wang Meng had already gathered all of the sword maidens' magic power into himself.

"A thousand blades united as one!"

Ten thousand and one iron swords were simultaneously integrated into the Myriad Souls Blade.

The jet-black blade suddenly expanded, transforming into a gigantic longsword that pierced through the heavens and earth.

A terrifying blade of light descended from the sky, slicing through all the Azure Dragons that blocked its path.

Meng Changkong only had time to raise his hands before he and the dragon shadow behind him were cut in two.

Meng Changkong is eliminated.

The cold notification sounded, indicating the potential for longevity.

Wang Meng, carrying ten thousand blades, charged back into the crowd.

His successive victories over Meng Changkong and several other powerful individuals inflated his confidence to the extreme.

"Who else!"

The Myriad Souls Blade swept across the sky.

Wang Meng burst into laughter.

"Who can kill me?"

"Who dares to kill me!"

The remaining powerful cultivators all retreated, unwilling to confront his power head-on at this time.

At the edge of the crowd, a Taoist priest dressed in white robes, with an old face and heterochromatic eyes, did not dodge.

Wang Meng, his blade flashing, slashed straight at the old Taoist priest.

The expressions of the people nearby changed slightly.

"Senior, get out of the way!"

"This is not a strike you can withstand!"

The old Taoist priest raised his head.

Faced with the Myriad Souls Blade, which was powerful enough to sever the primordial spirit and the dharma body, he simply extended two fingers and gently pinched the blade.

All the sword light in the world stopped at the same time.

The old Taoist priest frowned slightly and gave a rather objective assessment.

"It's still a bit lacking."