Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Even though he won, even though he won, it was too sudden and too strange. Before, he was only passively beaten, so how could he suddenly turn defeat into victory?

This is the question that has puzzled Niu Dali and Yuan Bin for many days. They can't sleep well and eat well, and they keep thinking about the secret.

Could it be that Meng Zhao used some weird means? This is the most likely possibility. Of course, it is also speculated that the collapse of the Demonic Buddha's body has nothing to do with Meng Zhao, but something went wrong in himself.

The more I thought about it, the more I got into trouble, but I wanted to know the truth, so I would rather take the risk of being scolded and ask for the result.

Meng Zhao had been thinking about something, with melodious eyes and a kind of obsession. After hearing this, he woke up from his thoughts, retracted his hands that were burning on the fire, and said with a smile,

"With your eyesight, it's impossible that you two can't see it, right?"

Yuan Bin saw that Meng Zhao was not angry or upset, nor did he shy away from anything. He breathed a sigh of relief and said,

"It's some speculation. I think the young master used some kind of colorless and odorless poison to plot against those two people, so the demon Buddha's body suddenly collapsed."

"I think those two people were shattered by the divine power of the Young Master's armor."

Yuan Bin's idea is closer to his own fighting style. He is good at raising and controlling insects. Of course, he is also a master of using poison. After all, the lethality of many strange insects is often determined by the strength of their own toxicity.

In the same way, Niu Dali's martial arts tended to be overbearing and strong, so he felt that Meng Zhao would not win with such a despicable method. It was most likely that he was counterattacked by the armor and eventually collapsed.

According to legend, Buddhism has a magical skill called the Great Sun Golden Bell, which is one of the most powerful exercises in Buddhism and has a total of thirty-six levels.

When this magical skill is practiced to the twelfth level, in addition to unparalleled defensive power, it will also produce a counter-shock force.

And the higher the level, the stronger the counter-shock force. In the later stage, it will not move at all, allowing the enemy to punch and kick, without being damaged, while the enemy will be shocked to death by the counter-shock force.

In Niu Dali's view, perhaps the armor Meng Zhao wore was similar to the Great Sun's Golden Bell Shield.

The Demonic Buddha's Dharmakaya attacked Meng Zhao three times, all of which were fatal. Perhaps it was because the force was too strong, but after the shock, it was unbearable and eventually collapsed.

After hearing the two people's thoughts, Meng Zhao couldn't help but smile, and he didn't know what kind of emotion he felt in his heart.

Call me happy, but that’s not even close. Call me depressed, that’s not it. It’s just a very weird and complicated mood.

That day, he was wearing Emperor Yu's armor, which was almost like an indestructible turtle shell. In addition to physical defense, his soul was also protected by a layer of crystal clear, streamer-like armor. This allowed the Demon Buddha's mantra to The power cannot work.

However, a turtle shell is a turtle shell and does not have the ability to harm the opponent.

Therefore, the conclusion is also very simple,

"It wasn't that I defeated those two people, but that they themselves were too weak and mentally exhausted to maintain their strength. This led to the collapse of the Demonic Buddha's Dharma Body. In the end, I won the victory."

What?

Niu Dali and Yuan Bin were stunned. They really didn't expect that the truth turned out to be like this. It was both unexpected and reasonable. They had mixed feelings and couldn't laugh or cry.

"According to common sense, you two have good eyesight, so it's impossible that you can't see it. Why can't you understand the secret?"

Meng Zhao didn't understand. Although it was a confrontation between innate forces, it never changed from its origin. For many things, looking from the bottom up, it didn't mean that you couldn't see the scenery and the truth.

If he were watching from the sidelines, he would definitely understand everything clearly. Niu Dali and Yuan Bin would not be able to see through this, which is also surprising to him.

Niu Dali and Yuan Bin looked at each other for a long time before Niu Dali said with a depressed look on his face,

"I said brother, no, young master, it's not that we couldn't guess, it's just that you brought too many surprises to both of us, and left such a deep impression on us that we almost worshiped you. object.

If you win, we will only think that your methods are extraordinary. How can we think that your opponent is not strong enough? "

Yuan Bin also had the same expression, and he was even more deeply moved.

Although the time he had known Meng Zhao was very short, Meng Zhao had indeed become an indelible mark in his heart. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he respected and worshiped him like a god.

Such a person is almost deified in his heart, and he will involuntarily beautify and modify any of his actions. Although it is not that every fart smells good, it is still far from it.

A scene as big as that day may not be possible in the entire land of China in recent years. The final result is that the opponent himself is not able to do his best. Isn't it difficult to bring out Meng Zhao's strong character?

Therefore, the two talents were unwilling to believe this extremely possible possibility, and tried their best to move closer to the direction they wanted to believe.

Meng Zhao's expression suddenly changed, he suddenly realized, shook his head and said with a smile,

"You two, you just have too many thoughts. It's obviously the simplest thing, but it complicates the problem."

There are countless similar people and similar examples. The more complex your mind is, the more you think about.

But often, the simpler, more direct, and more effective. The so-called natural killers are generally simple and pure people who go straight to their hearts. It is easier to focus on things and achieve success than those who work hard.

Of course, it is not appropriate to say that Meng Zhao relied entirely on luck in the battle that day.

The Demon Buddha Relic is such an earth-shattering treasure. It is condensed from the power of a top master. It can also absorb the power of heaven and earth and slowly restore the consumed energy. How can it be controlled by ordinary people?

To put it bluntly, the Red Lotus Monk and the Black-Clothed Dharma King are two of the most inferior engines, but they are installed in top-notch sports cars. They cannot drive the car at any speed, and they will be useless in just two strokes.

The key lies not with the two of them, but with Meng Zhao.

If it were any other person, even Taozi Tuntian, he would probably be killed by the Demon Buddha Dharma Body with one palm strike or two strikes. In short, it is impossible to resist this unrivaled divine power simply with innate martial arts.

But Meng Zhao was able to block it, bought enough time and opportunity, and won the victory.

Therefore, in the end, it was Meng Zhao's own strength and trump cards that could sustain him.

Otherwise, the opponent can be killed instantly with one move, and the Demon Buddha Relic does not need to support it for too long.

It's a pity that Meng Zhao was not able to keep Pudujiao and his party in the end.

In that battle, although the Demon Buddha's relic collapsed and the two of them were in poor condition because the relic had drained their energy and energy, they still relied on this treasure to retreat safely.

Meng Zhao didn't want to pursue them, and was afraid that the leader of the Pudu Sect would be nearby to help them, so he let them go.

If the person who came that day was the leader of the Pudu Sect, and with this demon Buddha relic, the outcome would be really unpredictable.

At least with the strength of that grandmaster, it would not collapse on its own after just three moves after condensing the demonic body.

However, even though he failed to keep the person behind, Meng Zhao gained a lot. He never closed his eyes during this day. Apart from rushing, he kept reminiscing about that battle, absorbing the essence and beauty of it, and enriching his basic martial arts.