Chapter 333 Shadow Monk (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

When the two iron fists collided, Sun Mingsheng did not have enough advantage in this pure power confrontation.

But when the power between the two was consumed and condensed, Sun Mingsheng sensed some different fluctuations from the two powers that seemed to come from the same source.

In addition, I don’t know if there is a trace of illusion. After Sun Mingsheng consumed his power, the shadow monk opposite him showed some fleeting fear on his face that he always maintained a winning face.

"This kind of pure power can only be provided as a source with the support of a strong body. No matter where this shadow monk came from, and whether he really came from a shadow, he only took shape with the help of a special power, and the defects of the body cannot be compensated." Sun Mingsheng's experience is so abundant.

Just from the slight change in the shadow monk's expression, he immediately found the possible clues and defects.

Of course, all of the above is based on Sun Mingsheng's own speculation, and no basis has been found so far.

However, for a qualified monk, these are enough reasons for subsequent actions. His face and thoughts became firm again.

The figure rushed up and jumped to appear next to the shadow monk again, leaving no chance for him to escape and distance himself from the other party.

If Sun Mingsheng's guess is correct, he can take advantage of his physical body and wear down the shadow monk bit by bit; on the contrary, as a monk born on this strange mountain, the shadow monk must have an absolute home advantage and must have enough advantages in the struggle of mana.

"Are you going to defeat me with this close entanglement? I have to say it's too whimsical," the shadow monk said lightly, as if he didn't care about this kind of battle.

As for Sun Mingsheng's response, it was simpler and more violent, with more frequent punches on his hands and faster clamping on his legs.

Since Sun Mingsheng embarked on the path of cultivation, although he had not practiced any special techniques to strengthen his physical body, he had never neglected the consolidation of his foundation, and his physical body was naturally an indispensable part of it.

With the advancement of his cultivation, the strength of his physical body was naturally incomparable. Since the shadow monk was transformed from his shadow, he was also a strong man of the same level in this respect.

The means taken by the two monks with very strong physical bodies were indeed horrible, but the power contained in each move and each style was not weakened at all.

In addition to the threat from the shadow monk that Sun Mingsheng himself faced, the same scene was being played out in different locations on the entire transparent and strange mountain.

After each monk came into direct contact with the so-called shadow monk, they were destined to be unable to live in peace. After all, the gap in needs between the two was really different, leaving no room for easing or making up.

When different monks faced the so-called shadow monks, most of them were surprised or unbelievable, and they would subconsciously choose to use the most powerful means to display a series of the most fierce attacks.

However, all the monks who adopted such means faced roughly the same results, that is, they were repeatedly defeated in head-on battles under the counterattack of the so-called shadow monks.

The shadow monks had enough home advantage, and with the blessing of sufficient pure spiritual power, the strength they exerted was imaginable.

Of course, there were also some monks who were obviously stronger and quickly discovered the flaws in it. In a relatively short period of time, they regained control of the battle situation.

Some monks who were less sensitive fell into a disadvantage for a while, and there were even monks who suffered heavy injuries and died as a result.

"After being sealed in the shadow for a hundred years, I can finally control my body." On another battlefield on the mountain, the shadow monk has won the battle. A monk's body is lying motionless on this transparent mountain, with a front and back wound on his neck, and a lot of blood is pouring out.

But there is no smell of blood within a few feet around the battlefield. This mountain is like a monster that loves blood. Whenever a wisp of blood seeps out, it will disappear on the mountain without any sign, which looks very strange.

The strangest thing is that the shadow monk has no reaction to this situation, as if everything is within the scope of the rules.

"Swoosh" After a cup of tea, the blood that has disappeared without a trace suddenly forms a triangle with the dead monk as the center. A blood-red light appears on each connection point, splitting into two to connect the shadow monk and the dead body.

"It's finally started" The shadow monk showed a look of relief and surprise on his face, sitting cross-legged on the mountain, showing an expectant look, waiting for everything to happen smoothly.

The blood-red light column spun wildly, and the shadow monk's figure quickly became ethereal. When the rotation speed reached a certain peak state, the shadow monk completely disappeared, and only a flash of red light merged into the body.

This corpse, which had completely lost its life breath and blood and dried up, was once again filled with extremely strange things.

"So this is what it feels like to have a physical body. Only this kind of cultivation strength that is cultivated step by step is your own. This feeling is intoxicating." When the monk stood up, everything just now disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had ever been discovered.

On another battlefield, Sun Mingsheng's face was pale, and there were more than a dozen wounds of varying sizes on his body. He was panting and looked quite embarrassed. Only his increasingly fierce momentum seemed more amazing, like a sword that could kill the enemy at any time.

As for the shadow monk, he finally became a little flustered at this time. In every collision of the physical body, the body of this monk, who was originally condensed by unknown means, began to become transparent, and every counterattack seemed more and more powerless.

"This Taoist friend is still unwilling to obediently return to the shadow and become a part of it? You and I are originally one, so why do we have to fight to the death here? Isn't it a win-win situation to go further on the road of cultivation together?" Sun Mingsheng tried to persuade.

So far, he has no idea whether the so-called shadow monk opposite him is really extracted from his shadow by some means.

Once he kills him with thunderbolt means, will it have some negative impact on his own path in the future?

It is precisely because of his lack of self-awareness that he is so cautious. Otherwise, he would have killed him on the mountain long ago, and why would he delay for so long now? During this period, a Danyuan fruit on the top of the mountain has even been picked.