"Ni Cangtian has also reached this level of physique. No, Ni Cangtian's physique is at least 10 times stronger than that of the God of Death. Why does he have such a strong physique? Is it because he cannot overcome his inner demons that he cannot break through the genetic lock?" Meng Xiang didn't know why he thought of Ni Cangtian at this moment.
"Are you looking down on me?" The God of Death was furious because Meng Xiang's mind was not completely on him, which was a challenge to his self-esteem.
"Oh? By the way, I was fighting. Sorry, I just thought of a friend." Meng Xiang smiled lightly, but made the God of Death furious.
Even though the God of Death is using another body now, the power of this body is enough to make him a peak level 5 potential lock expert. How could he tolerate the contempt of Meng Xiang, who has not even reached the limit of the potential lock and has not undergone genetic evolution?
"You are looking for death." The God of Death exuded infinite murderous aura, and a small portion of the soul power that condensed into space was continuously absorbed into his body.
Although there were no signs, Meng Xiang knew that the power contained in the body of the God of the Dead was beginning to transform.
The tempering of soul power.
This space condenses a lot of the dead god's soul power itself, and after hundreds of years of hard training, this fake body has been cultivated by the soul power and began to change like Meng Xiang's spiritual light and holy energy.
Meng Xiang was not in a hurry to attack. He wanted to see the strength of the God of Death. Deep in his heart, the instinct to fight arose spontaneously.
Zhuo Luo had already moved far away. This was no longer a battle he could intervene in. If he stayed nearby, he would become a burden to Meng Xiang. At the same time, he was deeply stimulated and his determination to become stronger was stronger than ever before.
"If I can return safely, I will undergo a more dangerous training. Even if it means losing my life, I never want to be like this again, just standing by and watching my companions fight to the death." Zhuo Luo's heart was in turmoil. He had been trying to become stronger, but he could never escape Meng Xiang's aura.
If it weren't for Meng Xiang, he wouldn't know how many times he would have died.
Zoro must become stronger, and the way to become stronger, in addition to breaking through to the 5th level of Potential Lock, is to further release his Zanpakutō.
Breaking through to potential lock level 5, either you break through or fail to break through, there is no danger. However, if you try to further release your Zanpakutō, you will either succeed or be devoured by your Zanpakutō.
This is why Zhuo Luo did not tell his companions about his latest realization.
He is still hesitating.
And now, he finally made up his mind. If his strength stagnated, he would never be able to intervene in the battle between the gene-locked masters.
The energy in the body of the dead god continued to transform and strengthen his body. Power, endless power, although restrained, still overflowed from the body, trembling, causing slight ripples in the space.
"What a strong force! I... am no match for it." Meng Xiang said this angrily, but his expression did not show any disappointment. Instead, he looked calm and composed.
"You are certainly not my opponent. Even if you are a strong one with gene lock, my body is strong enough to fight against you." The God of Death said in a low voice, his whole body overflowing with infinite power, which gave him confidence.
"The strength of a fight? Compared with the Beast God, who is stronger and who is weaker?" Meng Xiang asked with a gloomy face.
"Hmph, do you care so much about the Beast God?" The God of Death felt that he was despised by Meng Xiang again. He couldn't help but get furious. Veins all over his body were exposed, and his strength became even stronger.
"That's right, Wang Zhanzhong, I must fight him and avenge my previous humiliation." Meng Xiang paused, smiled lightly, and said: "As for you, have you gathered your strength?"
“What? You…you actually…” Before the God of Death could finish his words, the force that shook the space had already erupted.
High-level spiritual gathering.
The strength of the God of Death certainly cannot be compared with that of the God of Beasts. However, Meng Xiang knows that the God of Death is telling the truth. His strength is not much different from that of the snake girl he met in "Jumanji", even if he is not as strong as her. He cannot be defeated by the power of the initial stage of spiritual gathering.
Only a high-level spiritual gathering can overwhelm the God of Death in strength.
The energy of the God of Death is restrained, while Meng Xiang's power is overflowing, so when the two confront each other, Meng Xiang's momentum is even stronger. The 50-meter energy explosion field is flashing with atomic-level attacks like lightning. Even a strong person at the deep penetration level cannot get close.
The God of Death was forced to take a step back by Meng Xiang's momentum.
Just one step and he knew he had lost.
Even before the battle started, he was doomed to lose.
"Boom!" The two fists collided again. It was the same half-baked soul power that transformed into energy. It was also a competition of strength. No matter how solid the spatial law was, it was crushed in an instant. The fists expanded outwards for nearly a hundred meters. The entire space was like broken glass. Outside was the world of "Dragon War". Looking from inside, they saw two familiar faces staring at them from afar.
Gu Panpan and Tang Bixin.
“Ah…” A miserable dragon roar came from outside the broken space.
The scream of the dragon.
"Zhuo Luo, run away." Meng Xiang shouted loudly through the telepathic communicator. At the same time, his right fist, which was enough to shatter the space, hit again. In microseconds, the punches like meteors sprinkled on the body of the God of Death, making him unable to resist.
As Meng Xiang punched out, the God of Death was blasted into the void and flew thousands of meters away.
Zhuo Luo used the virtual flash as a power source and went all out, flying a thousand meters, and together with Meng Xiang, rushed out of the broken space.
The outside world was like a ruin, and on the rubble, there were no other creatures except Gu Panpan and Tang Bixin. The two of them were stunned and could not react at all, staring at Meng Xiang and Zhuo Luo who escaped from the void.
Meng Xiang and Zhuo Luo turned around and saw a dragon that was over 500 meters tall, wailing in pain. There was a big hole in its lower abdomen, and the broken void space left by the battle between Meng Xiang and the God of Death could be vaguely seen.
"You...where have you been all this time?" Tang Bi Xin was surprised and happy, shedding tears and cursing loudly.
"We'll tell you the details after we return. Gu Panpan, protect your companions." Meng Xiang held the spiritual bullet in his right hand and threw it hard. The spiritual bullet immediately expanded into a huge energy ball with a radius of 20 meters and shot towards the dragon's head.
“Meng Xiang, if you have the guts, don’t run away. Fight me.” In the broken void, the God of Death was like an angry beast, trying desperately to get out of hell and bring disaster to the world.
"God of Death, can you defeat me with this body? Stop joking, Wang Zhan, I'm waiting for you. Change back your body and fight me again, otherwise, you will die with regret." Meng Xiang laughed loudly, and as the spiritual bullet shattered the dragon's head, the God of Death rushed out of the void.
Meng Xiang was confident of winning, but his companions were by his side, and if the war affected them, it would be a loss. Moreover, this was just a fake body of the God of Death, and killing him would be meaningless.
"Meng Xiang, Wang Zhan, I will definitely avenge my previous humiliation. Just wait for my dragon blade, haha." These were the last words the Reincarnator heard before he lost consciousness.
In the main god space, 9 beams of light shot down, healing all the injuries on the reincarnationists.
All the reincarnations are alive, this is what makes Meng Xiang happiest.
"Brother Meng." Mu Feier cried with joy and threw herself into Meng Xiang's arms and burst into tears.
"Meng Xiang, where have you and Zhuo Luo been these days?" Han Fan smiled, with a tear of excitement in his eyes.
"A few days? We only entered the alien space for tens of minutes." Meng Xiang smiled bitterly. He knew that there was indeed time distortion between the different dimensions. He stroked Mu Feier's hair and told her everything that happened in the alien space.
"So that's how it is. I thought you were dead, so I asked Gu Panpan and Tang Bixin to kill the dragon. Fortunately, the dragon became much stronger, and when Gu Panpan had the upper hand, you broke through the void and came out." Han Fan said.
Meng Xiang and Zhuo Luo also felt it was very dangerous. If they came out one minute later, Gu Panpan might have killed the dragon, and then they might have died as the space shattered.
However, Fang Ru snorted coldly and said, "Meng Xiang, if you told me your guess before entering the alien space, everything would become much simpler."
"What do you mean?" The reincarnated beings stared at Fang Ru, waiting for his explanation.
"It's very simple. This is a double B-level mission. Although the dragon was influenced by the power of the dead god and condensed a different space that can absorb enemies, double B-level is still double B-level. The main god can't have such a bug in the horror movie that was originally designed to "let go" of the reincarnationists. So, as long as you kill the dragon, I am sure that you can return with us." Fang Ru glared at Meng Xiang and said, "So, you deliberately broke into the different space to rescue Zhuo Luo, which was totally unnecessary."
Meng Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Thinking deeper, Fang Ru was right. The space of the dragon was too powerful. It was a causal weapon. Any strong person would be sucked into the space. If the dragon was killed, the person sucked into the space would also die. So the dragon was too powerful. I'm afraid it was only a double A-level big boss. It was impossible for it to exist in the double B-level difficulty.
Analyzing it this way, Meng Xiang's actions were indeed unnecessary.
"But, didn't the Grim Reaper intervene in the horror movie? Why are you so sure?" Meng Xiang said unconvinced.
"Didn't that God of the Dead say that he only existed in the rift layer of the plane? If you hadn't broken the void and quietly waited for us to kill the dragon, would you have met him?" Fang Ru's words were like a sharp blade, which instantly dulled Meng Xiang's edge.
"Humph, at least we have witnessed the powerful strength of the God of Death. How much more powerful is his real body than his current fake body?" Zhuo Luo said coldly.
"The God of Death is indeed very powerful. He was blasted away by me who activated the high-level spiritual gathering, but he was not seriously injured. His strength is close to that of the gene-locked masters. During the king's battle, he must have abandoned his fake body and fought with his real body. His strength is at least 10 times stronger, or even dozens of times stronger." Meng Xiang murmured.
"So, you must break through the gene lock, and then work together with Pangu God of War to have a chance to defeat the God of Death." Fang Ru adjusted his glasses and said to Gu Panpan: "Gu Panpan, you still haven't broken through to level 5 of the potential lock. It seems that your potential has reached its limit."
"Dragon War", although the reincarnations are constantly tempered and their strength has increased, it is a pity that both Gu Panpan and Tang Bixin are still stuck and unable to break through.
The next person to enter will be Wang Zhan, and they don’t have much time left.