183: The form of Nascent Soul, destroying the God with one sword

"Yu Jingshen..."

"Is he finally going to enter the arena?"

"Defeating a mere early-stage Nascent Soul Tang Zhiqiu to qualify for a Nascent Soul battle? Why don't I get such a good opportunity!"

"Let's just watch."

Amidst the many discussions, Meng Yun remained oblivious.

That's how it was.

If they looked down on Yu Jingshen, what did it have to do with Meng Yun?

Meng Yun stepped onto the stage, not forgetting to survey the entire venue. He accepted all praise and slander alike.

"This guy..."

Chen Jintong's face showed a complex expression.

"You must do your best." Nangong Jing, tear-streaked and pitiful, still prayed for Yu Jingshen.

On the stage, opposite Meng Yun, a man resembling an Onmyoji in a hooded robe walked up.

His appearance was quite handsome, and as soon as he entered, he caused a considerable stir.

"So handsome!"

"Yes, so the Chuyun Dynasty also has such a charming person!"

"Tsk, I think Yu Jingshen is still more handsome."

...Indeed.

Meng Yun stood on the stage, meeting the newcomer's gaze.

"Hello, Yu Jingshen, I am Abe no Seimei. My Chinese is not very good. It's a pleasure to meet you..."

Meng Yun was expressionless: "Then you're happy too early."

Abe no Seimei: "What do you mean by that, sir?"

Meng Yun spoke faintly: "Dante really went to hell, Dante really didn't go to hell, right?"

Abe no Seimei: "Dante... Ding Zhen?"

Meng Yun continued: "There's a space station in space, but too crowded, no space station."

Abe no Seimei: "Tai...ji? I know your Xingyi Taiji Quan, Pine Nut Sputum Five-Linked Whip!"

Meng Yun: "Holding a pipa half-concealed, holding two pipas conceals the whole face!"

Abe no Seimei finally caught on: "Yu Jingshen, are you playing with me?"

"You just figured it out," Meng Yun's face suddenly turned cold, his expression indifferent: "Make your move."

As his words fell, his palm slowly reached out, and black and white ink spiritual energy suddenly erupted, instantly unfurling a landscape painting scroll between heaven and earth.

The scroll depicted endless scenery, and there was also a black-clothed, white-belted painting spirit, tirelessly performing the Iron Mountain Lean.

"Landscape Only Because Diagram!"

That's right, this was precisely the famous skill Meng Yun had copied when he fought Tang Zhiqiu that day!

"Baby's local people!"

Abe no Seimei complained, and with a flick of his hand, he conjured a talisman. The next moment, a snake-bodied, human-headed Shikigami was summoned out of thin air!

"Kiyohime, go!"

The snake-bodied, human-headed Shikigami's originally beautiful face suddenly darkened. It slithered and charged towards Meng Yun.

"Shikigami..."

Meng Yun looked at Kiyohime, without much emotion in his heart.

Through her aura, Meng Yun could sense that she was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

He could easily defeat her with the Landscape Only Because Diagram painting spirit.

"Go, little blackie!"

With a casual wave, the painting spirit detached from the scroll.

Chicken!

Its body performed the Iron Mountain Lean with great rhythm, knocking Kiyohime dizzy.

"Ah ah ah!!"

Kiyohime let out a mournful shriek, her snake body coiling and stretching, tightly binding the painting spirit.

But the painting spirit turned, performing a Crow Sitting on a Plane, easily breaking free.

Turning back, it reached out, and a basketball suddenly appeared, heavily smashing into Kiyohime's body, instantly shedding countless python scales.

The entire situation was under Meng Yun's control.

...Abe no Seimei's eyes suddenly darkened.

One must know that Kiyohime was not only his Shikigami but also one of his essential Fiji cups for turning clouds and raining when the night was quiet!

How could he tolerate this!

A scarlet flash passed through his eyes. He threw out another talisman, and another Shikigami was summoned out of thin air!

"Shuten-dōji!"

Gray smoke permeated the air, and a dark figure emerged from the Shikigami Bridge.

The figure slowly solidified, and approaching was a handsome youth whose appearance was no less striking than Abe no Seimei's.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted the gaze of countless young women.

"So handsome!"

"I want to give him a hundred monkeys!"

"No, don't look! He has a charm power over the opposite sex!"

"Damn it, can I have that power?"

"Pah! Shameless..."

Nangong Jing spat inwardly, relying on desperately visualizing Meng Yun's face in her mind to forcibly break free from the charm's control.

"Tsk tsk, what are you thinking about, why is your face so red?" Chen Jintong asked curiously.

...

"Lord Shuten!"

Upon seeing Shuten-dōji, a pathological obsession rose in Kiyohime's eyes. This kind of gaze also intensified Abe no Seimei's twisted desires.

"Kiyohime, you've worked hard."

Shuten-dōji smiled gently, walked up to Kiyohime, and with a casual wave, instantly obliterated the Landscape Only Because Diagram.

Kiyohime was liberated.

Shuten-dōji looked at Kiyohime's bruised and battered state, and couldn't help but say with pity: "Go and rest, I'll take care of the rest."

"Lord Shuten..."

Kiyohime's eyes flashed with infatuation. Under the gaze of the multitude, she tore open the front of her top, revealing two soft, bouncy slimes.

Shuten-dōji smiled gently, burying his head between the slimes.

His handsome head instantly turned into a red-faced, fanged visage, like a demon from hell.

He casually opened his mouth and bit fiercely into the slimes, without any pity.

Kiyohime endured the intense pain, moaned for a moment, and then transformed into countless specks of light, returning to the Shikigami Bridge to await recovery.

"I often feel out of place with you all because I'm not perverted enough."

Meng Yun shook his head and sighed, looking at the Yaksha-like red giant demon, and pointed his fingers like a sword.

Such a demonic entity, of course, must be eliminated with the Demon Subduing Sword.

Shuten-dōji's form changed, and his aura also strengthened accordingly.

His strength, which was originally almost equal to Kiyohime's, now subtly possessed the intensity of breaking through the Soul Transformation realm.

Peak perfection of the late Nascent Soul stage, half-step Soul Transformation realm!

"Holy crap, that strong?"

"Yu Jingshen is definitely going to be finished!"

"Hehehe, although I'm from the Tianjian Dynasty, I'm not trying to stir up trouble, but choosing Yu Jingshen was definitely a mistake!

Princess Jing has already lost one match. If this Yu Jingshen loses again, our dynasty will be completely finished!

I'm not trying to stir up trouble!"

"Yu Jingshen..."

Numerous discussions echoed in the audience, and no one was optimistic about him. Nangong Jing looked worried, yet she was powerless to help him.

"Don't worry."

Chen Jintong remained composed, without the slightest worry for Meng Yun.

Why was he so optimistic about Meng Yun?

In the arena, a half-inch golden glow suddenly appeared between Meng Yun's fingers.

Then, under the urging of his spiritual energy, it instantly swelled against the wind, transforming into a three-foot longsword!

"Soul Scattering Ghost Claw!!"

Shuten-dōji leaped into the air, reaching out a claw towards Meng Yun.

The terrifying momentum was such that even the surrounding space was torn apart inch by inch, revealing endless void!

Strong, very strong!

It wasn't even Nascent Soul level combat power!

Meng Yun showed a faint smile at the incoming ghost claw. He gently extended the longsword in his right hand, while his left hand was free, waving at Shuten-dōji.

"Bye bye~"

The golden glow directly swallowed Shuten-dōji.

The ghost claw froze one millimeter in front of Meng Yun's face, and the spatialcrack almost engulfed Meng Yun.

A wisp ofFishy Wind blew against his face, rustling Meng Yun's long hair at his temples.

Shuten-dōji transformed into countless specks of light, his karma annihilated, dead beyond dead.

He didn't even have a chance to return to the Shikigami Bridge.

The previously noisy square suddenly fell silent, not a sound to be heard.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds.

"Hiss..."

The sound of gasping, from whom, first began.

"Quick, activate the warming formation!

Tens of thousands of cultivators gasping at once, if this continues, we'll all freeze to death!" Someone shouted in panic!