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After all, he was just a doppelganger and not the real body. At this moment, the spatial whirlpool had been destroyed by Hong Fu and Na Luo, causing him to lose the source of his power. In this sort of situation, it was simply impossible for him to easily defeat Hong Fu and Na Luo. In addition, the will of this world would reject him, forcing him to divide a portion of his strength to resist the world's will.

"Master Mo Luo, do you still want my Imperial Equipment?" Hong Fu smiled faintly, the golden-red flames on her body becoming increasingly fierce.

Mo Luo stared at Hong Fu and Luo who were standing side by side. The solemn expression on his face finally disappeared bit by bit and turned ferocious.

"My two benefactors, since we are both from Fanxiu, I had originally planned to bring the Imperial Equipment and the two of you back to the Brahma World. I wanted to repair it and gift it with good fortune, but how can my two benefactors stop me? "Looks like I have no choice but to start killing!" As soon as he finished talking, he let go of the restraints on his Qi and burst out.

Boom! An enormous Desire Power reverberated in the sky, filled with a solemn atmosphere. Countless ancient golden scriptures spread out in the sky bit by bit, resounding throughout the nine heavens as the Buddhist chanting descended from the heavens to the mortal world. Within the entire Shiwan Mountain, all the Demonic Beast were trembling and dormant, afraid that if they were not careful, they would be grinded into fine powder by this monstrous might.

Hong Ling stood on the ground, his body surrounded by dark golden lightning. The many Dragon Scale s protected him, barely able to prevent his will from collapsing. In the face of such power, the power of ordinary cultivators was no different from an ant. Even Fang Qian, who Hong Ling had met earlier, would not be able to contend against such power. The Tianming Monarch Stage was the highest realm that was far above the Tianren Sage Stage. The two of them, were simply heaven and earth. He wiped the dark golden dragon blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the three experts fighting in the sky. Even if it was just a peek into the mysteries of Monarch Stage Expert's battle, for him, it was something that would last a lifetime.

Mo Luo and Na Luo's fighting style were very similar. They were both precious treasures, and their bodies were flickering with buddhist light. Each of their strikes carried a might that reached the heavens. They were like two giants cast from gold. As they fought, the flow of energy forcefully tore the entire sky apart. Such a terrifying might, was merely a confrontation between two Half Step into the Monarch Stage experts. If it was the legendary true Monarch Stage, how strong would it be? Hong Ling didn't even dare imagine it. Hong Fu, who was at the side, seemed to be gathering her energy. The golden-red flames on her body became even more berserk, causing even the space around her to become distorted.

After all, Mo Luo was the real Monarch Stage Expert Avatar. He stretched out his hand and turned it into a strong cage to trap Na Luo. However, it was worthy of being called a great roc. Behind him, a pair of golden wings that could cover the sky and cover the sun gradually unfurled. Golden feathers slowly covered his body.

Screech! A violent bird cry resounded throughout the world as a thousand feet large golden roc appeared in the cage formed by Mo Luo's five fingers. It roared and a cool breeze began to circulate on its feathers, slowly gathering to form a dimensional storm.

Boom! That terrifying dimensional storm hit the cage and completely shattered it. The Golden-winged Great Peng floated in the air, and its pair of enormous eyes flickered with a terrifying Buddhist light. It flapped its golden wings, and its body turned into a streak of light, cutting through the air and rushing towards Mo Lang, who was covered in the golden treasure.

Mo Luo pushed Hong Fu away and retracted both of his hands. He then clasped his hands in front of his chest and chanted a Buddhist prayer as buddhist light surrounded his body.

"Amitabha!"

Golden clones appeared one after another, and the figures of numerous turtles floated in the air. Each of their expressions were different. Some of them were glaring, some held Demon Fighting Pestle, some were compassionate, the green lanterns beside their feet were flickering, some had their eyes closed, and all of their faces were filled with pain and sorrow.

The incarnations of the turtledove, at the same time, were chanting the benevolent sacred art of the Brahma World, wanting to surrender to this wild and unruly Golden Winged Roc. In the void, dense buddhist light began to converge, transforming into thousands of feet long chains. On these chains, there was a culture of destruction, locking onto the golden Peng.

The Golden Winged Peng summoned a powerful and terrifying dimensional storm that crushed these approaching chains into nothingness. Its body sped up, turning into a golden light as it charged towards those golden Buddha statues. Bang! Bang! Bang! The golden Buddha, which was transformed from Mo Luo, was smashed into pieces, turning into golden Desire Power clouds that covered the peng's feathers. By the time Luo Feng removed the chains and the thousands of feet tall golden Buddha body, the golden light enveloping its body had already corroded the dimensional windstorm around it, turning it into countless burning chains that bound it up.

Squeak * The great roc let out a sorrowful cry as it fell down from the sky with a loud thud, as if it was a giant meteor, bringing with it a long tail of flames. With a rumble, Na Luo smashed into the buildings of the Witch Clan godly temple. The terrifying airflow carried by him caused all of the temples to crumble into fine powder. It struggled to stand up, but the golden flames burned its body and trapped it within.

Hong Fu did not look at Na Luo who was on the ground. Her current target was only Mo Luo, the Tianming Monarch Stage expert from the Upper Realm. She took a step forward, and her body instantly expanded, transforming into a three thousand meter tall giant. This kind of secret technique could only be used after one had cultivated it to an extremely profound level. In this state, a cultivator's power will increase by thousands of times, but the amount of energy they consume will also increase.

Hong Fu had no choice but to do so. The remaining strength of the Yanhuang Mirror was already insufficient to support the two of them being exhausted for a long period of time. Under the state of the Heavenly Transformation, her aura was extremely terrifying. Even compared to Mo Luo, she could not do much. A golden-red flame was burning on the young girl's palm. This was a new cultivation system that she had created by combining the cultivation methods of the Brahma World that Na Luo had taught her and the sacred cultivation techniques of the Grand Xia. This kind of power contained Desire Power s as well as cultivators. The power it produced even caused Mo Luo's eyelids to twitch.

The strength of this girl was too powerful. If she were to step into the Tianming Monarch Stage, she would probably be considered one of the best, thought Mo Luo.

However, in the end, Hong Fu was still a Artifact Spirit with a broken Imperial Equipment. Even if her realm had reached Monarch Stage, her cultivation was restricted by the Yanhuang Mirror and she only had Half Step into the Monarch Stage. As he thought of this he put his heart which was hanging in the air. He casually struck out with his palm, bringing the Burning Heaven Desire Power that he transformed into into into the air as he struck towards Hong Fu.

Hong Fu snorted coldly. With a casual grab, layers of fiery red clouds quickly gathered between the heaven and earth, illuminating the entire night sky. The burning clouds converged at her fingertips and were pointed out with one finger. The red-hot cloud crashed into the hand of the Buddha that blotted out the sky and blotted out the sun. With a loud rumble, the two sides cancelled each other out and a terrifying shock wave burst out.

Hong Ling did not bother with Hong Fu and Mo Luo who were still fighting in the air. Instead, he focused his gaze on the distant Yi Nan. He quickly ran over and stood in front of the golden-winged roc that was like a mountain. His eyes were filled with seriousness. He was not related to Hong Fu and Luo Ji, but since the two of them were willing to entrust their Yanhuang Mirror to him, he was not willing to take them for free. He had already benefited greatly from the Godly Art of Heaven Arts that Na Luo had given him, not to mention the Yanhuang Mirror that was acting like a Imperial Equipment.

He extended a hand and lightly pressed onto an incomparably large chain on the Grand Roc's body. A flame flowed out from his palm; it was precisely the dark gold Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame. Hong Ling himself would not be able to destroy all of the chains, but he could destroy a portion of the chains. With Luo Half Step into the Monarch Stage's cultivation level, as long as he could destroy a small piece of the chain, it would be enough to break out of the cage. Of course, even if Hong Ling didn't come and help it, with Na Luo's strength, this cage wouldn't be able to trap it for too long.

Strands of dark-golden smoke rose continuously from the enormous chain, while cracks actually began to slowly appear on the chain.

"Thank you!" A hoarse voice appeared in Hong Ling's mind. It was precisely that Luo Feng who opened his mouth to thank him. Hong Ling nodded, and increased the speed of the Authentic Qi in his body. Suddenly, a loud sound echoed out from the enormous chain. Kacha, when Hong Ling saw this, his expression changed and he quickly retreated.

Bang! The chain wrapped around Na Luo's body was broken. It used its wings to prop itself up from the ground and slowly stood up. Bang! Bang! Bang! The chains broke one after another, and the enormous Golden-winged Great Peng cried out into the sky. The terrifying aura returned to its body once again.

"Screech!" A golden figure charged into the sky and joined the battle. It crashed into the heart of the Manifestation Art, creating a huge hole. The golden Buddhist blood landed on the ground, corroding holes that looked like they were made of gold.

Mo Luo turned his head, staring at the human form Luo behind him, he seemed to have thought of something, he looked down at Hong Ling, and casually struck him with his palm.

"A mere ant, you actually dared to get involved in the battle of Monarch Stage Expert. You simply do not know your place!"

Hong Ling's eyes were filled with shock as he stared at the rapidly approaching Heaven Shrouding Buddha Palm. He knew that there was no way he could escape, no way he could escape, no way he could survive under the palm of his hand.

Hong Fu, who was in the sky, snorted coldly as she shattered the palm with a single finger. She nodded towards Hong Ling who was below her, smiling faintly, making him feel like she was bathing in the spring breeze.

"Little brother, I'll leave the Yanhuang Mirror to you!"

Na Luo's voice followed. However, it was no longer filled with respect towards his elders, but full of respect.

"Brother Hong, nice to meet you! Although I previously let you down, I hope you can treat me as your friend. The Yanhuang Mirror is a Imperial Equipment that Hong Fu and I have refined jointly. Just like me and her child, please treat it well from now on. Brother Hong, please! "

After saying that, he looked at Hong Fu gently. A golden-red flame surged out from his body. He took a step forward and tightly hugged Mo Luo, and the source of Monarch Stage in his body continued to burn, igniting Mo Mo Luo's body.

Hong Fu quietly looked at Na Luo's figure, and a trace of tears appeared in the corner of her eyes. She casually slashed across her palm, causing a wound to appear on her palm. Instantly, the wound was lit on fire by the flames from her body. She took a step forward, and the wound slowly merged with Na Luo's body.

The flames on Na Luo's body became even more intense after he absorbed Hong Fu. He held onto Dove Morrow tightly and started to burn.

"These are the flames of loneliness. Dammit, you two lunatics, even if you want to die, don't drag me down with you!" Mo Luo screamed, and the Desire Power inside his body started to surge out, wanting to defend against the flame. However, the one holding him was only singing the scripture. His appearance was solemn and incomparably pious.

"In Bodhisattva, when walking as deep as a lotus, you will see all five elements empty, and you will experience all kinds of suffering and misfortune. Sherry, the color of the sky, the color of the sky. A color is a void, a void is a color. It was the same when people wanted to know more. "The sariras, are all forms of magic, immortal and indestructible …"

As the solemn scripture resounded, the fire that was wrapped tightly around Luo and Mo Luo was slowly extinguished and a golden light slowly appeared from within.

"Sherry!" Hong Ling looked at the golden light in the air, his eyes filled with shock.