Chapter 837: The Second Stage of the Huazi Jue, Transformation, Full-Strength Battle

"Your mirage dragon talent is so strong?!"

Zhong Mei felt the rapid loss of talent in his body, and his face showed a solemn look. He knew that Ci Song had mastered the mirage dragon inheritance, but he did not take it to heart. After all, the mirage dragon talent contained in Ci Song was far from enough for him to perform an illusion.

So he did not take this move to heart, but it was this negligence that made him fall into the trap of Ci Song and the other two.

He shook his body and tried to break free from the restriction of the Junzhu Pen, but the "transformation" formula plus the power of the sub-sage treasure Junzhu Pen made him unable to move for a short time. At the same time, Ci Song and Bai Ye also took the opportunity to launch an attack. The two of them attacked Zhong Mei from the left and right.

"If I understand the art of transformation, I might be able to return to the family."

"I really didn't expect that the three of you could force me to this extent so quickly."

Zhong Mei's praise echoed gently in the air, like the morning bell and evening drum, awakening the talent sleeping around him.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, and the light green talent surrounding him seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly rotating, gradually gathering into streams, and finally transformed at an astonishing speed, turning into a dazzling golden light, completely covering his figure.

The air around him seemed to solidify, and time became slow and heavy at this moment. The golden talent surged like a tide, not only shocking the three people standing opposite him to retreat again and again, but even the air made a "hissing" explosion sound under the impact of this force, as if paying silent respect to this strong man.

As the transformation of talent was completed, Zhong Mei's eyes suddenly opened, and two sharp sword-like eyes penetrated the golden mist and shot straight ahead.

His figure seemed to become extremely tall at this moment, and an ancient and solemn aura emanated from his body. It was the pressure of a saint, enough to make all things tremble and all spirits bow their heads.

"It has been a long time since I summoned this saint's phantom. Today, you are lucky enough to witness this moment. It is rare."

Zhong Mei's voice was low and magnetic, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart. He gently shook an ancient feather fan with his left hand. There seemed to be mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars painted on the fan. Every wave caused the surrounding space to distort slightly; in his right hand, he tightly grasped a crystal clear jade pen, with ancient runes engraved on the pen shaft, faintly revealing a faint spiritual light.

He stepped on a huge tripod, the body of which was engraved with complex patterns, which seemed to contain endless power and wisdom. Every step he took seemed to have a thunderous sound echoing in his ears.

Behind him, a series of heavy books slowly emerged, the pages of which opened automatically, and words floated out of the books, surrounding him, like the whispers of a wise man, and like the laws of heaven and earth crowning him.

As Zhong Mei's voice fell, his figure became blurred, replaced by a towering figure, which stood upright, as if connecting heaven and earth, emitting an indescribable pressure.

Under this pressure, Ci Song and the other two felt that breathing became difficult. They looked at the towering figure with a solemn look on their faces.

"Hua Zi Jue, Hua!"

Zhong Chang pinched the magic formula with his hands, and with a low shout, the "Hua" characters that flowed into Zhong Mei's body suddenly lit up, frantically devouring Zhong Mei's talent, directly cutting off nearly 10% of Zhong Mei's talent.

The phantom of Yan Sheng transformed by Zhong Mei shook slightly, and a touch of paleness appeared on his face. He looked down at Zhong Chang, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that Zhong Chang could comprehend the Huazi Jue to such an extent that he could directly reduce his combat power by nearly 20%.

You know, the Huazi Jue is divided into three realms, Qi transformation, realm transformation, and all things transformation. Previously, Zhong Chang could only be regarded as a preliminary master of Huazi Jue, and could transform talents, treasures, etc. into nothingness, but now, he has actually touched the second realm, the realm of transformation.

The so-called realm of transformation is to be able to directly transform a realm. Although Zhong Chang has only touched the threshold of this realm now, it is enough to pose a threat to Zhong Mei.

"Good! Good! Good!" Zhong Mei said three good words in a row, with an admiring look on his face, "My Zilu Yasheng lineage can have a descendant like you, which can be regarded as the blessing of our ancestors."

"Thank you for the compliment from my uncle and great-grandfather."

Zhong Chang bowed and saluted with a humble look. "But, today, we must win!"

As soon as Zhong Chang finished speaking, he directly activated the talent in his body. He used the Junzhu pen as the base and continuously activated the Hua character formula to reduce Zhong Mei's combat power.

"Then give it a try."

Zhong Mei gently waved his right hand, and the jade pen drew a beautiful arc in the air. In an instant, countless runes condensed by golden light gushed out from the tip of the pen, surging like a golden tide, attacking Zhong Chang with destructive power.

Zhong Mei's idea was very simple. As long as he could defeat Zhong Chang, he would not be able to activate the Hua character formula again.

"The Zhao guest has a Hu tassel, and the Wu hook is bright in frost and snow."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a meteor."

"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles."

"When the matter is done, brush off the clothes and leave, hiding your body and name."

Just listening to the recitation of Ci Song, a breeze blew by, and then a white-clothed swordsman appeared like a phantom. He stood tall and straight, with fluttering sleeves, as if he was an immortal descending from the sky.

The sword was slender and elegant, and the cold light was even more fierce under the sunlight, just like the autumn water and the sky, or the frost flowers in the early morning of winter, pure and deadly.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a sharp sword energy instantly broke through the air, like a dragon soaring into the sky, and like the Milky Way hanging upside down, dazzling and dazzling.

This sword energy not only contains the killing intention of cutting off all obstacles, but also has a kind of arrogance and determination that transcends the mundane world, which makes people feel awe.

At the same time, Bai Ye also moved. He shouted in a low voice, and the soul of Han Sheng burst out with all his strength. The golden talent instantly enveloped Bai Ye. In this golden light, the phantom of the soul of Han Sheng slowly condensed, majestic and solemn, as if walking out of the dust of history, with endless saintly power.

Ci Song and Bai Ye attacked at the same time. The two of them blocked Zhong Chang with a gun and a sword, facing Zhong Mei's attack.

"Boom! Boom!"

The two powerful forces collided suddenly in the air, like stars falling and mountains and rivers turning upside down.

The golden runes, the sharp sword energy, and the dazzling spear light intertwined, emitting a dazzling light, illuminating the entire world like daylight.

Under the impact of this force, even the air seemed to be torn apart, forming cracks visible to the naked eye. After these forces offset each other, they eventually turned into nothingness, leaving only silence and emptiness.

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