Even though I won, even though I won, it was too sudden and weird. I had only been passively beaten before, but why did I suddenly turn defeat into victory?

This is what puzzled Niu Dali and Yuan Bin for many questions this day. They are not sleeping soundly and not eating well. They are always thinking about the secrets.

Could it be that Meng Zhao used some strange means, which was the biggest possibility. Of course, it is also speculated that the collapse of the magical body of the Demon Buddha had nothing to do with Meng Zhao, but it was just a mess himself.

The more I think about it, the more I get more stubborn, but I want to learn the truth, so I would rather take the risk of being scolded than ask for the result.

Meng Zhao had been thinking about something, his eyes were melodious, with an obsession. Hearing this, he woke up from his thoughts, retracted his hands on fire, and smiled,

"With your eyesight, it's impossible not to be able to see it, right?"

Seeing that Meng Zhao was not very angry or uneasy, Yuan Bin breathed a sigh of relief and said,

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

"I think those two people were shattered by the power of the young master's armor."

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

Similarly, Niu Dali's martial arts tend to be domineering and powerful, so he felt that Meng Zhao would not win with such a despicable method. It was most likely that he was recoiled because of the armor and eventually collapsed.

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

When you practice this magical skill to the twelve levels, in addition to the unparalleled defense, it will also produce a kind of countershock force.

Moreover, the higher the level, the stronger the recoil force, and the later stage he was not moved, allowing the enemy to punch and kick without any damage, and the enemy was shocked to death by the recoil force.

In Niu Dali's view, perhaps the armor that Meng Zhao wore was like a magical skill like the Great Sun Golden Bell Cover.

The Demon Buddha Dharma Body used three moves to Meng Zhao, which was extremely deadly, perhaps because the force was too strong. On the contrary, after the recoil, he could not bear it and eventually collapsed.

After hearing the two of them, Meng Zhao couldn't help but smile, and didn't know what kind of emotion they were in his heart.

It’s not a question of being happy, but it’s not a matter of being depressed, either, it’s just a very strange and complicated mood.

On that day, he was wearing Emperor Yu's armor, almost an inbreakable turtle shell. In addition to the defense on his body, there was also a layer of crystal clear armor in the depths of his soul, which seemed to be protected by flowing light, which made the power of the demon Buddha's true words unable to work.

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

So, the conclusion is very simple.

"It was not that I beat those two people, but that they were not as good as their true energy and their mind was exhausted and difficult to maintain, which led to the collapse of the magic body of the demon Buddha, and I finally won a big victory."

What?

Niu Dali and Yuan Bin were stunned and didn't expect that the truth was like this. It was both unexpected and reasonable, which made the two feel mixed emotions and laugh and cry.

"According to common sense, you two have good eyesight and methods, and it is impossible to see it. Why can't you understand the mystery?"

Meng Zhao didn't understand that although it was a confrontation of innate powers, it was inseparable from the sect. Many things, looking from the bottom up, do not mean that the scenery and the truth cannot be seen.

If he had watched, he would have been able to understand everything. Niu Dali and Yuan Bin would not be able to see through this, which was also strange to him.

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

"I said brother, no, young master, it's not that we can't guess. It's because you brought too many surprises to us, leaving us with too deep impressions, and almost treating you as the object of worship.

If you win, we will only think that you are the extraordinary skills and become a saint. How could we think that the opponent is not good?"

Yuan Bin had the same expression, and he felt deeply moved in his heart.

Although I have known Meng Zhao for a very short time, Meng Zhao has indeed become an indelible trace in his heart. It is not an exaggeration to say that he respects and worships him as a god.

Such a person, who is almost deified in his heart, will involuntarily beautify and modify any of his actions. Although it is not as fragrant as fart, it is still very similar.

As big as that day, the entire land of China may not be able to be together in recent years. The end result is that the other party is not good enough. Wouldn’t it be difficult to highlight Meng Zhao’s style?

Therefore, the two people are unwilling to believe in this extremely possible possibility and try their best to move closer to the direction they want to believe.

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

"You two are just too complicated. It's obviously the simplest thing, but it complicates the problem."

There are so many similar people and similar examples. The more you think, the more you think.

But often, the simpler, the more direct, the more effective it is. The so-called natural black-hearted person is probably a simple and pure person who points directly to his original heart. It is easier for people who are trying their best to focus on things and achieve success.

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

What a earth-shaking treasure, the Demon Buddha’s relics, condensed by the power of a top master, can absorb the power of heaven and earth and slowly restore the consumed energy. How can ordinary people control it?

To be honest, the two of the Red Lotus Monk and the Black-clothed Dharma King are the first-class engines, but they are installed on top sports cars and cannot drive the speed at all, and they are ruined in just a few strokes.

The key is not the two, but Meng Zhao.

If it were someone else, even if he was the Demonic Buddha, he would probably be slapped to death by a palm of the Demon Buddha's Dharma body, or killed by two moves. In short, it is impossible to simply use innate martial arts to resist such unparalleled divine power.

Meng Zhao was able to stop it, and he won enough time and opportunity to win.

Therefore, in the end, Meng Zhao can only hold on with his own strength and his trump card.

Otherwise, the opponent can be killed in one move, and the Demon Buddha's relics do not need to be supported for too long.

Unfortunately, Meng Zhao was unable to keep the Pudu and his group in the end.

In that battle, although the Demon Buddha's relics collapsed, the two of them were also in poor condition because they were exhausted by the relics, but they still retreated safely with this treasure.

Meng Zhao was unwilling to pursue him relentlessly, and was afraid that the leader of the Pudu sect would be nearby to respond, so he let them go.

If the leader of the Pudu Sect came that day, and with the relics of this Demon Buddha, the outcome would be really unpredictable.

At least with the power of that master, he would not collapse on his own after condensed the Dharma body of the Demon Buddha.
Chapter completed!